so he runs and hides in the closet

anonymous asked:

can you write a drarry fic about draco trying to get away so he goes to hide in a closet but little does he know that this is also a hiding place for a certain dark haired,green eyed,lightning scared boy

Harry runs down the hallway, making far more noise than he should be for hide and seek.  But he is  drunk.  Well they are all a bit drunk really.  So he hopes the noises he makes as he stumbles into the wall will be lost in the choas of giggles and heavy footsteps he can hear as the other 8th years take off running around in opposite directions throughout the darkened corridors.

All he knows is he can’t get caught.  He is good at hiding.  He can definitely do this.  If only it didn’t seem to take so much concentration to put one foot in front of the other.

“Buggering fuckity fuck,” he curses, tripping and stumbling into a suit of armor.  Except this suit of armor is solid and warm, and smells really fucking good.

“Unhand me this instant! Oh, Potter, should’ve known it was you.  My god you’re loud.”

Oh, so not a suit of armor then.

“What’re you doing here?”  Harry is rather proud of himself for getting out a full sentence.  Even in the dark he can see the other boy rolling his eyes at him.

“I’m playing this ridiculous muggle game like the rest of you.  Though Merlin only knows why because its incredibly juvenile and unbecoming of-” but Harry cuts him off, shoving his hand over Malfoy’s mouth when he hears someone coming.  He tries really hard not to notice how soft and warm Malfoy’s mouth feels beneath his fingers, and curses the fact that he’s wearing a thin pair of joggers and not a robe like the other boy because if he does any more noticing about Malfoy’s mouth and skin its gonna become pretty damn obvious.

Malfoy looks rather annoyed at being interupted, but he’s also clearly heard someone coming too because he doesn’t hex Harry.  Instead he grabs him by the front of his jumper and drags him into the closest broom closet a few feet away, shoving him inside roughly.

Harry swallows down a lump in this throat, not at all pleased to be in a fucking cupboard with his entire body pressed up against Draco Malfoy who has his finger held up to Harry’s mouth as if to silence him.  As if Harry is too stupid to know not to make a noise.

Or perhaps the problem is exactly that he’s far too pleased to be in this situation.  All he knows is he’s too drunk for this, too drunk not to reveal far too much.

“We can’t…can’t both be, um…be inside.  You can be inside, um me.  Or no I mean I want to be inside.  Wait no…fuck.”

Malfoy arches one elegant eyebrow at Harry, making him try to tug his jumper down farther as if that would hide his obvious reaction to being so close to the other boy.

“Your powers of articulation never cease to amaze me.”

Harry feels like his head is spinning and he doesn’t think it has anything to do with the copious amounts of firewhiskey hes had tonight.  “Why the bloody fuck aren’t you drunk?”

“Because unlike some people I have an impeccably high level or decorum and self preservation and had no desire to spend our last night at Hogwarts making a complete and utter arse out of myself.”

Harry just huffs out a breath, wishing now he hadn’t had so much to drink because try as he might he can’t think of anything remotely smart or funny to say back to that.  To his horror all that comes out of his mouth is a tiny sort of huffing sound as Malfoy presses him back into the wall.  Malfoy is talking, asking him something as his hand comes up over Harry’s shoulder and presses into the wall.  His voice is in Harry’s ear, whispering something but all Harry can focus on is that fact that even though Draco is barely an inch talling than him he feels him practically looming over him, as if Draco’s body is consuming it.  Harry blinks at him suddenly when he realizes he’s stopped talking, trying desperately to look in Malfoy’s eyes and not at his lips.  “What?”

“Suppose that answers my question about how drunk you are.”

“M’not that drunk,” Harry lies, clenching his hands at his sides to stop himself from touching the other boy.

Malfoy laughs.  Harry wants to blame the alcohol for thinking its the most beautiful sound he’s ever heard.

“I’m quite certain whoever was looking for us is gone you know.  We can leave now.”

It doesn’t escape Harry’s notice that despite his words Malfoy doesn’t look like he’s about to move.  It gives Harry all the courage he needs before his hands are fisted tight in the front of Malfoy’s robe, pulling him closer and slamming their lips together.  He swallows down the noise of surprise Malfoy makes, making up for what he lacks in finesse with enthusiasm,

In the back of his mind Harry swears he hears someone yanking the closet door open, swears he hears someone shouting they’ve been found and can move, but he ignores them in favor of sucking Malfoy’s bottom lip into his mouth and grinding up against him.  He doesn’t care about the game, about whoever is there watching them, all he cares about is making sure that Malfoy never ever stops touching him.

Pink Lemonade

Summary: Richie Tozier finds himself in a sticky situation and is forced to hide in a closet for safety. He wasn’t expecting to find the space already occupied, and he defiantly wasn’t expecting to enjoy the company so much.

A/N: I actually hate this chapter, it is such a filler. I mean it’s leading somewhere but god, get on with it. Oh well, let us go on!!!!

Word Count: 1930

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Richie looked at his clock, noticing how late he was running. He cursed, hurrying through his door as fast as his feet would take him. The truck door slammed against his leg, pushing against his bruises but he ignored the pain, shoving the key in the ignition and breathing life into his beat up vehicle. He smirked, pulling from his drive and flooring it, the sound of his screeching tires echoing in the cool morning air.

By the time he had made it to the Kaspbrak household Eddie was already standing by the curb, his face scrunching up in frustration. Richie pulled beside him, smiling proudly. “You’re late.” The small boy sneered before hopping into the cab.

“Well good morning to you too sunshine.” He replied back cheerfully.

“I still don’t understand why Bill can’t just pick me up. He lives right down the street.” Eddie grumbled, buckling his seatbelt.

“Well like I explained yesterday, Bill and Stan are at the crucial point in their relationship where they like to suck face in the back of Billy Boy’s car before class.” Richie retorted, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it before shifting in gear and continuing towards the school. “So unless you’re into three-some’s I think you might want to reconsider who you ride with.”

Eddie huffed in annoyance, “Does it have to be you though? You were late on the first day!”

“Exactly Eddie Bear, the first day. Give me time to adjust to my new schedule!” He replied, stealing a glance at his friend. The bruises on his face and neck had healed some over the weekend but was still black and purple in places making Richie feel sick. He took in a long drag, exhaling slowly. “So how did your mom take your face?” The question was quick but Eddie flinched none the less.

“I spent all day yesterday in the ER, getting CAT scans.” He replied, shrugging his shoulders and sighing. “She was sure I had a concussion or brain bleed or something. Didn’t want me going to school today because of it.”

“Huh well that sucks ass, way to stick it to her.”

“What about you?” He asked, staring at Richie’s own bruised mug. “How did your folks take it?”

“Wouldn’t know.” Richie muttered, flicking his death stick out the open window. “Mom was too drunk to take notice and Dad hasn’t been back all weekend.”

“Oh.” He whispered, looking out towards the upcoming school. “I-I’m sorry.”

Richie shrugged off the sentiment, pulling into a parking space. “Nothing to be sorry about.” He replied, offering a smile to his classmate. “Been like that my whole life, wouldn’t know what to do if my parents took notice of me.”

Eddie frowned, opening his mouth to respond only to be cut off by Mike who had pounced across the hood of the truck with a loud, obnoxious thud. The boy smiled widely, looking through the windshield at them, “Well look at you two, a matching pair.”

Richie rolled his eyes, opening his car door. “I’ll show you a matching pair Hanlon” He yelled making a rather crude gesture through his pants. Mike laughed, tumbling back onto the ground. The trashmouth looked over to his small friend and grinned. “Coming along Eds?”

“Don’t call me that.” Eddie replied, opening his own door and hoping out. He headed towards the school entrance, not looking back at his driver. Richie followed obediently, swearing he could see a blush creep up the small boy’s neck.


Richie walked Eddie to his first period, waving at him as he disappeared through the door. He whistled a light tune, heading towards his Chemistry class that he shared with Beverly and Ben. As he sat down the two took notice to his enjoyable attitude.

“Someone is in a good mood.” Ben remarked, opening his book to the lab that they were to do for the day. He looked up and cringed. “What happened to your face?”

“Got in a fight.” Richie replied casually, “Was defending your mothers honor so you’re welcome.”

Beverly rolled her eyes, “He was trying to defend Eddie’s honor and got his ass kicked.”

“So it is true.” Ben remarked, grinning happily. “You do have a thing for him.”

“I do not.” The trashmouth protested, “Who in the hell told you that?”

“Me.”

“Beverly!” He hissed, “What the fuck!”

She shrugged, “What’s the big deal? You took a beating for the kid, it that doesn’t scream ‘I like you’ then I honestly don’t know what does.”

“Still, was it necessary to tell Haystack?” He bit, ignoring the lecture that had begun up front. “Who else have you told?”

“No one.” Beverly replied coldly, shoving his shoulder. “God, paranoid much?”

“Yeah I guess I am, my best friend has a huge mouth.” He retorted, huffing in frustration. Beverly scoffed, flipping him off and drawing attention back to their group.

“Please pay attention back there!” The elderly lady screeched, pointing her finger to the three friends.

“We are Ms. Dupree.” Ben replied, gesturing to his open book.

The teacher narrowed her eyes, practically spitting venom towards them. “If you are paying attention then tell me Mr. Hanscom, what is the most abundant protein in the human body?”

“Collagen.” Ben replied proudly. The teacher sneered, turning back to the black board in defeat. Richie patted his friend on the back, whispering a quick and kind thank you before settling down in his seat. Every now and then he would shoot a dirty look to Beverly, which she so kindly ignored.

“If it’s any consolation,” The stout boy in his group whispered, leaning across the lab towards Richie. “I heard Eddie likes you too.”

“What?” Richie sputtered in surprise, his heart fluttering in his chest. “Who told you that?”

“Can’t tell.”  He replied, smirking. “I don’t want to have a huge mouth.”

Beverly laughed.


Lunch came quickly and the trahsmouth headed to their table in the quad. Bill and Stan had arrived first completely engrossed in their own conversation. Richie beamed as he sat down, pulling the cigarette from his pocket and lit it before asking, “So what are you two lover boys talking about?”

“None of your business.” Stan bit, eyeing the death stick in his hand. “And I told you before, you can’t smoke out here.”

“Wow I think that’s the first time you’ve spoken to me in school.” Richie replied, taking in an exasperated drag. “Talk rules to me baby, I like it.”

Bill smiled, chuckling at the unhealthy exchange. “W-we were talking about t-the out of s-state game this weekend.” He replied, nodding at Mike and Ben how had taken their usual seats beside them. “T-there is a bunch of s-students going, renting a h-hotel and everything.”

“I heard that.” Ben added awkwardly. “I think it’s just an excuse to party without parents busting down the door.”

“Probably.” Mike replied, “The game’s supposed to be a blow out.”

“So are you guys going?” Richie asked, smoke trailing out of his nostrils.

Bill shrugged, “I-I don’t know, I-I think it’ll be f-fun. If w-we go t-together we can s-split rooms.”

“I think it’s a stupid idea.” Stan hissed, rolling his eyes.

“Oh then we must go.” Richie joked, winking at the annoyed friend.

“Go where?” The group looked up to notice Eddie and Beverly who had arrived together. As they sat down Richie looked over to his best friend, handing her a cigarette as a peace offering, which she accepted.

“Out of state football game, hotel and party. You down?” Mike asked, smirking at Richie knowingly. The trashmouth noticed, nearly choking on his smoke. He turned and ripped the cigarette from Bev’s fingers.

“Hey!” She protested, “What did you do that for?”

“You know why.” He bit, crushing the already diminished stick he had and sucking down the new one. She didn’t reply, only scoffing in annoyance.

Eddie raised an eyebrow at the weird exchange, only shaking his head. “I guess if I can convince my mom I’m game but it’s going to be a miracle with my face already pounded in once this year.”

Richie smirked, the dirty joke dancing on his tongue. He gulped down the inappropriate comment, taking in a drag instead. “W-Well try, and l-let us know t-tonight so we c-can make the r-reservations.”

“Fine.” The small boy replied, taking his first bite of his lunch. “But I doubt she’ll go for it.”

“I bet she will go for me.” Richie joked, unable to keep his comments to himself.

“Oh shove off Tozier.” He replied, smirking playfully.


It was after the sixth ring and second shout from his mother that Richie picked up the phone, cursing the person in the process. “Tozier residence, sober one speaking.”

“He can go.” A high pitched girl practically squealed from the other line.

“What?”

“Eddie.” Beverly explained, the television blaring behind her. “He convinced his mom it was an overnight field trip and he told Bill he can go this weekend.”

Richie felt his heart jump into his throat, “Seriously? That hag believed him?”

“I guess so!”

“Holy shit.” He replied, a smile pulling at the corners of his lips. “Didn’t think that squirt had it in him.”

“You know you have to make a move right?” Beverly asked, her voice laced with seriousness that made Richie’s stomach twist painfully. “It’ll be the perfect time and you know it.”

“Beverly-“

“Come on.” She whined, and Richie could practically hear her stop her foot through the phone. “You just have to okay? If you don’t you may never get a chance like this again.”

He sighed, leaning his head against the wall. “I know.” And he did know because the word had gotten out about what had happened this weekend, earning Eddie extra attention that had attracted other possible suitors. If he didn’t do something soon he would be forced to sit back and watch the boy he liked screw around when he would give anything for it to be him who Eddie was screwing.

“Just ask him Richie.”


The rest of the week went by in a blur of planning and excitable discussions as friend’s argued how they were going to all make the five hour drive. In the end it was settled that Bill was going to drive his car while Richie drove his truck. With Mike heading down with the team it left six of them to endure the trip together.

Saturday came and the friends met outside of Bill’s house, everyone eager for their upcoming adventure. Richie stayed in his vehicle, his head lulling against his shoulders while his hand bit into an energy drink. Last night had been one of the worst sleeps he had ever endured. His refusing to quit as it made up scenarios about the next day. Every single one involved Eddie and every single one ended badly

The car door creaked opened and Richie groaned. “About time Beverly, I thought you were going to-“He stopped, noticing the smallish kid in his passenger seat. His eyebrow raised in confusion, “The fuck are you doing here?”

“I was kicked out of the other car.” He huffed, buckling his seat belt. Richie felt his heart kink in his chest. “Apparently it had been decided that I was stuck with your ass.”

A grin curled on the trashmouths face, “Well aren’t you lucky.” He cooed, “I’m clearly the best road trip partner, I have a great taste in music.

Eddie scoffed, “I doubt that.”

“Just wait Eds, there is a lot that can surprise you.”


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anonymous asked:

pleeeeease tell me there's a story about nate and aj? ❤️❤️❤️

WELL ANONS (from this fic):

Andrew Joseph Minyard doesn’t know a thing about Nathaniel Wesninski until he’s sent to kill him.

That’s perhaps more unusual than one would suspect, knowing Andrew. His general disinterest is well known, but he has a personal stake in knowing the movers and shakers of the magical families on the East Coast.

Know your enemies, and all that. Andrew didn’t used to have those, until he met Kevin Day and finally picked a side that wasn’t himself and his best interests. Now he kills people for righteousness, or what the fuck ever.

“The Wesninskis have a new leader,” Wymack tells them, hands folded on his desk like this is very serious news. “It’s Nathan’s kid, apparently. He’s cleaned house. Or it might be more accurate to say that he wiped the old circle off of the map entirely.”

Like he always does, Kevin goes pale at the mention of one of those families. Wymack flicks him a glance before continuing, “It’s not immediately clear where he stands on the old family alliances, but it makes sense for us to move now while he’s unsettled.”

Andrew can see where this is going already. “I didn’t realise we were killing off children now.”

Wymack shoots him a level look. “He’s twenty-two. Barely younger than you.”

“Well, I suppose that’s alright then,” Andrew replies agreeably. “When do I leave?”

“Hold on. Didn’t he kill his own father?” Nicky cuts in. “Shouldn’t that require a little more investigation than ‘when do I leave’?”

Dan waves a hand. “He’s a mage. Killer or not, he won’t be able to protect himself against non-magical weapons.”

“Don’t worry Nicky. I don’t like to be too well prepared,” Andrew says. It’s not meant to be soothing.

That’s how he ends up crawling through an upper-storey window of the Wesninski mansion, cursing mages and rusted locks. The house is probably warded - Andrew couldn’t say. To him it’s just like breaking into any other house.

What he does notice is the complete emptiness of the building. While mages don’t often have non-magical defence - and Andrew would be a lot less successful if they invested in some attack dogs, or even burglar alarms - they do generally at least have people. But every room he passes - soundlessly, of course - has its door flung wide open to display its total emptiness.

Every instinct he has is screaming. For a moment, he wonders if Wesninski has cleared out of the house entirely. But, despite the limited information for this trip, Andrew knows Wymack wouldn’t send him on a wild goose chase. The mage is here.

He creeps down the stairs, sticking close to the wall. It’s a broad staircase, gaudy even in the near-darkness. Apparently the elder Wesninski had more money than taste.

The lounge is no more elegant, and still empty of people. Beyond it, though, light falls from the doorway. Andrew creeps towards it, palming one of his knives.

Apparently, all his quiet was wasted. The person through the door is waiting for him - and this, having met Nathan, is definitely his son.

Twenty-two he may be, but Wesninski looks like a kid. With his fair falling into his face as he slouches against the kitchen island, he looks nothing like someone who could have killed Nathan and the entire rest of his circle in one fell swoop. Any tracery of magic in him isn’t detectable to Andrew though - for all he knows, the air could be singing with it.

The only giveaway that this man isn’t as normal as Andrew is the curling tattoo emerging over the collar of his t-shirt. It’s a mage-mark, and it’s large. Even Kevin, the most powerful of the Foxes in terms of sheer strength, doesn’t have one that extends so far across his skin.

“You’re AJ Minyard,” Wesninski says. He looks excited about that. Andrew didn’t realise he was a groupie. It’s the danger of being a contract killer - being known by your signature. Andrew is Andrew, except when he’s AJ and earning his keep in blood.

“Usually, your kind is throwing spells by now,” he replies blandly. Not that it ever helps them.

“That would be a waste of time, though. Wouldn’t it?” Wesninski says. “You’re immune.”

Well then. “You’re smarter than you look,” Andrew informs him. 

“It doesn’t take a genius to figure out why you’re so successful,” Wesninski shrugs. “I need to send a message to Kevin.”

Wesninski isn’t following the script. Andrew glances at his watch - usually they’d have gotten past the initial failed attempt to blast Andrew off of the face of the earth with magic and moved onto either running - unusual, mages didn’t like to run - or begging. “Do I look like a messenger to you?”

That earns a thin smile. “Oh, I’m sorry. Is that demeaning?”

“If you think I’m here for that, then you’re confused,” Andrew says. 

Wesninski throws his arms wide. “Well, go ahead then. You know I can’t fight you. And it’s not like I can run.”

Fuck’s sake, Andrew didn’t come here for a conversation. Still, though - he throws a glance at Wesninski’s legs. “Too lazy for it?”

“Not exactly. I know you probably don’t care for magical theory, so the short explanation is that right now I can’t leave this house. Hence wanting to speak with Kevin. The best I could do is hide in a closet, and I can’t imagine that would deter you.”

“As sob-stories go, you might want to try ‘but I have children and a wife’,” Andrew advises. 

“As if that would help me.” Wesninski rolls his eyes. “That’s fine. I wasn’t expecting you to help me for free. I’ll give you something you want in exchange.”

Andrew really should have just killed him instead of saying a word. Corpses are so much less trouble. He raises an eyebrow to signal that his patience is wearing thin.

“If you want a chance at getting anywhere near Riko Moriyama, you’ll help me,” Wesninski says.

That’s an interesting offer. “What makes you think I care about that?”

“Do you think it isn’t common knowledge in the upper circles about what happened between him and Kevin?” Wesninski says. “Plus you’ve been working your way through all the high blood families over the last year. I figured a Moriyama must be right up there on your wish list. Particularly that one.”

He isn’t wrong. “I’m not here to make a deal with you.”

“Are you sure about that?” That smile again. It’s really a wonder someone so irritating hasn’t been killed already. “I have access to the Moriyamas now, whether they like it or not. I think you’d like to make use of that. Better move fast, though - you aren’t the only one who wants to kill me.”

Riko would already be dead if he were easier to get to. And Nathaniel now has his father’s seat on the council, even if he killed for it - succession is muddy  and ugly amongst mages at the best of times. He’d hardly be the first to do it that way. 

He’s right. Andrew could use that. Getting into Castle Evermore is difficult, and Nathaniel has a free pass through the front gates. If he could smuggle Andrew inside…if he were willing to do so…

“What’s in it for you?” Andrew asks.

“What, you mean besides you not murdering me tonight and me getting out of this fucking house?” So sardonic. “I don’t like the Moriyamas any more than you do, Wesninski blood or no. I don’t care if I die, as long as Riko goes first.”

It seems their interests all line up. Andrew can deal with Riko at last, and might even get a shot at the other Moriyamas in the process. He smiles a little bit, feeling his face cracking.

“Well, Nathaniel. Looks like you might be useful to me after all.”

Wesninski makes a face. “I go by ‘Nate’.”

“I really don’t care,” Andrew tells him. “I would say ‘wait here’, but I suppose that’s irrelevant, isn’t it? I’ll come to you.”

The with a message or a knife is unspoken but clearly implied. Nathaniel - Nate - smiles thinly.

“Better hurry,” he says. “Offer ends if I’m dead.”

Doomed — Min Yoongi (02)

Words: 3390

Warnings: demon!Yoongi + violence + angst + fluff

Description: Being a demon’s girlfriend comes with a lot, a lot, of hardships.

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“Why are humans so stupid?” Yoongi asked, looking at the tv screen as a horror movie played. “If there was a killer trying to get you, why wouldn’t you run away?”

You laughed at his words. The whole night you two had been watching horror movies, Yoongi had been complaining about how idiotic the people in the movies are.

“It’s just a movie, Yoongi.” You giggled at the man that laid on top of you, resting his head on your chest.

“I know it’s just a movie, but why are people so dumb? Look! She’s gonna get killed!” He says, pointing to the screen. The woman on the screen was hiding in a closet, but she was crying really loudly, so the killer heard her.

You giggled once again, running your fingers through Yoongi’s hair. “Maybe we’ve watched enough movies for the night.” You said, taking the remote and turning off the tv.

The lights in the house were turned off, so you two were just left in darkness. It was late, so you decided to close your eyes and try to go to sleep, but Yoongi kept shifting around.

“Yoongi, stop moving.” You mumbled, keeping your eyes closed. “I’m not comfortable anymore.” He whined, picking his head up from where it was rested on your chest.

You opened your eyes, looking at him as he tried to make himself comfortable.

Then you felt it.

“Yoongi are you serious?” You asked, blushing and covering your face with your hands. “I’m sorry. I can’t control that. Especially not when I have a beautiful woman underneath me.” He says, referring to the large bulge you felt on your thigh.

You giggled as he positioned himself so that his face was hovering over yours. “Go to sleep, Yoongi.” You say. He shook his head before attaching his lips to your neck.

You closed your eyes and put your hand on the back of his head, twirling your fingers around the strands of hair. “Yoongi.” You moaned as he bit your neck lightly before grinding down onto you.

“Yoongi, I’m still sore from the last time we did this.” You told him, gripping his arm as he tried to pull your shorts down. He stopped his actions and looked at you, smiling.

“Well, that just means I did a good job.” He smirked. You playfully rolled your eyes before he leaned down and kissed your lips.

You melted into the kiss, placing one hand on his cheek while the other hand was still on his head.

This turned into a heated make out session between the two of you. As much as you wanted more, you were so sore and weren’t sure if you could handle more. Yoongi had a habit of using his demon strength when you two were……getting intimate.

You and Yoongi broke apart as the lights flicked on and you heard someone clear their throat.

You both sat up on the couch and looked to your left to see two men standing there.

“Hoseok! You scared me!” You said, recognizing one of the men. You put your hand on your chest, feeling your heartbeat that was faster that usual.

“I’m sorry.” Hoseok apologized. “I told you we shouldn’t have come now! They were about to do something and we interrupted!” The other man says to Hoseok. You haven’t seen him before, so you didn’t know who he was. “I’m Namjoon, by the way.”

“Hi Namjoon. I’m y/n.” You say. “I know. I’ve heard a lot about you.” He smiled and you returned the smile.

“What are you two doing here?” Yoongi asked his friends, standing up. “Something happened and we had to tell you.” Namjoon says.

“You couldn’t wait?” Yoongi asks. “It’s too important to wait.” Hoseok points out.

Yoongi rolled his eyes. “What is it?”

“It’s about Ta—actually, I don’t think we should tell you in front of y/n.” Hoseok says before he and Namjoon looked at you.

What did they need to talk about that you didn’t need to know?

Yoongi sighed. “Y/n, can you go in the bedroom? I’ll be there soon.”

You nodded, not wanting to pry, and stood up, walking to the bedroom. Once you got in, you closed the door before laying down on the bed.

You couldn’t help but wonder what they were talking about. It was probably important demon business. It didn’t concern you, but you really wanted to know.

You laid there, bored and looking up at the ceiling for a couple of minutes before the door finally opened.

Yoongi came through the door and closed it. He walked over to the bed and got under the covers with you, not saying a word.

You turned on your side so you were facing him. “Is everything okay?” You asked him.

“Everything’s fine.” He sighed. “Then why do you sound so upset about something?” You ask. “What is it?”

“It’s nothing, y/n.” He says. You knew he was lying. There was something that he wasn’t telling you.

You looked into his eyes for a couple of seconds, hoping that he would tell you, but he didn’t.

“Yoongi,” you started. “Y/n, it doesn’t concern you. You don’t have to worry about it.” He speaks over you.

“But it’s making you upset. I think that I should know. Maybe I can help.” You tell him. “You can’t. You can’t help Y/n. Just forget about it.” He says before closing his eyes.

“Oh, come on. You can tell me. I want to know.” You hoped that he wouldn’t keep it from you for much longer.

“Y/n, just leave me alone!” He says, voice getting louder as he opened his eyes. When his eyes opened, they were all black, no longer the dark brown color.

You gasped and turned around so that your back was facing him. “Fine.” You sighed, closing your eyes.

Yoongi liked to do that whenever he didn’t want to talk about something any more. He said that it would scare you so you wouldn’t keep talking about it, but you hated when he did that. He knew that.

After a couple of seconds, Yoongi tried to wrap his arms around you, but you took them off of you, scooting farther away from him.

“Y/n.” He groaned. You didn’t answer him. “Y/n, I’m sorry.” He apologizes after a few moments.

You turned around again so you were facing him and spoke. “You know I hate it when you do that thing with your eyes. It creeps me out.”

“I know. I just wanted you to stop talking about it. I don’t want to tell you about what happened. You don’t need to worry about it.” He explains.

“You could’ve just said, ‘y/n, stop talking about it.’” You rolled your eyes. “You know that wouldn’t have worked. You’re stubborn.” He says.

You couldn’t disagree with him. You were stubborn at times.

“Look, y/n. I promise that you don’t need to worry about whatever’s going on. If you did need to worry, I would tell you.” Yoongi tells you as he wrapped his arms around your waist.  

“I’m sorry for trying to pry.” You apologized, resting your head on his chest. Yoongi kissed the top of your head as you closed your eyes, drifting to sleep.


You sat on the counter in your kitchen, waiting for the oven to go off. You were in a baking mood, so you decided to make cupcakes.

The room was quiet. As you waited, you were texting one of your friends.

You almost dropped your phone as you saw a white flash before a man stood in front of you.

“Jeez, you guys need to stop doing that!” You said to the man that stood in front of you. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.” Namjoon says.

“It’s okay. What’s up?” You asked him, putting your phone down on the counter.

“Yoongi just asked me to come over and check on you. He said he’s sorry that he left so early.” Namjoon explains.

“It’s okay. I’m making cupcakes. They should be done soon. Do you want some?” You ask.

Namjoon nodded and sat down on a stool by the counter and you two waited for the oven to ding. When it finally did, you put on some oven mittens and took the pan with the cupcakes out.

You placed the pan on the counter and turned off the oven.

“Did Yoongi tell you? About what we talked about yesterday?” Namjoon asked you as you took the mittens off.

“Nope. He told me not to worry about it.” You answered.

“Do you want to know?” He asks. You looked at him. “Are you going to get in trouble with Yoongi for telling me?” You ask.

He shook his head. “Probably not. You’ll find out soon anyways.”

As if on cue, as soon as Namjoon stopped talking, you saw a flash of white in the living room and before you knew it, Yoongi and Hoseok were standing by the couches, carrying a boy.

The boy had bruises all over his body, and was bleeding from many places. “Oh my gosh.” You gasped. Namjoon stood up and went over to the boys. “Man, he’s really beat up.”

“What the hell? What happened to him?” You asked as you walked over to them. “Well, he’s hurt.” Hoseok tells you.

“Obviously.” You say. “Why didn’t you guys take him to the hospital?”

“He can’t go to the hospital. He’s a demon.” Yoongi says. “That’s why we brought him to you.”

“What am I supposed to do?” You ask. “We have a first aid kit. All you have to do is clean the wounds and patch him up. He’ll heal after that.” Yoongi explains.

You couldn’t really say no, so you just went to the bathroom and got your first aid kit. The boys put the unknown boy on your bed.

“On my bed? Really?” You asked them as you set the first aid kit on your dresser. “I’ll wash the sheets later, just help him.” Yoongi tells you. He looked really worried.

You opened the kit and got a cotton pad and put alcohol on it, rubbing it over his wounds.

“What’s his name?” You asked while tending to his wounds.

“Taehyung.” Hoseok answered.

You sighed, looking at Taehyung’s face. He was so badly injured, but since he was a demon, his wounds would heal soon.

“Does anyone want to tell me how this happened?” You asked after putting bandages on his wounds and closing the first aid kit.

Namjoon and Hoseok both looked at Yoongi to answer, but Yoongi didn’t say anything, he just stared down at the floor.

“Yoongi?” You asked, knowing that he heard you. “What?” He asked you with an annoyed tone, looking up at you.

“I—Forget it.” You sighed, not wanting to annoy him even more, although, you were slightly upset that he answered you in that tone.

Without saying anything else, you picked up the first aid kit and left the room, going to the bathroom to put the kit back into the cabinet. After you got out of the bathroom, you decided to leave the boys alone and go into the living room.

As you were walking to the living room, someone called your name and you turned around to look at him.

“Thank you.” Hoseok says. “For helping Taehyung.”

“You’re welcome.” You said, turning back to go into the living room. Hoseok followed you as you sat down on the couch.

“I know that you’re upset because Yoongi isn’t telling you what’s going on.” He says. You shrugged. “I wish he would tell me. He gets mad every time I ask.”

“He’s just upset because of Taehyung. Taehyung is like a little brother to him, but he keeps getting himself into trouble.” Hoseok explains.

“What kind of trouble? Who hurt him like that?” You asked.

“Well, there’s this group of demons called called a demon council and we—” Hoseok spoke, but stopped himself abruptly. “I—I can't—I’m not supposed to tell you.” He says.

“Why not?” You ask. Hoseok looked at something that was behind you. You turned around and saw—

Yoongi.

Yoongi was staring directly into Hoseok’s eyes. That’s probably what made him stop talking.

“Yoongi,” Hoseok breathed. It looked like he was in pain. What was Yoongi doing to him? Hoseok grabbed his own wrist through his sweater and you looked down to see the sleeve of his sweater now being soaked in blood. “Yoongi, s-stop. I-it h-hurts.” Hoseok stutters.

Yoongi didn’t stop.

“Yoongi!” You yelled, standing up. As soon as the words left your lips, Yoongi took his eyes off of Hoseok and put them on you. “What’s your problem?” You asked him. “Why did you do that to him?”

You took a few steps closer to him, put he put his hand out, making you stop in your tracks. You wanted to move closer to him, but you couldn’t. Curse Yoongi and his powers!

Yoongi passed you and walked in front of Hoseok who had rolled the sleeve of his sweater up, revealing cuts on his wrist.

Yoongi did that?

“I told you not to tell her.” Yoongi says in a stern voice. “You can’t keep it from her forever. She deserves to know.” Hoseok tells his friend.

“I don’t want her to—” Yoongi started, taking another step towards Hoseok. “Stop it, hyung. You know I’m right. She needs to know.” Hoseok cut Yoongi off, taking a step back.

A few moments of silence passed before Yoongi forcefully took Hoseok’s arm and ran his hand over it. After he did that, the wounds healed on their own. Yoongi put Hoseok’s arm down before looking at you.

Once he looked at you, you were able to move again, but you stayed where you were, not wanting to get any closer to him.

For once, you were actually scared of him. His eyes softened once he saw the first tear run down your face.

“Y/n,” he said, taking a step closer to you. “Don’t.” You tell him, causing him to stop. You looked down at the floor while wiping your tears away, not wanting to look at him.

Before anyone else got the chance to talk, Namjoon walked out of your bedroom. “Taehyung is waking up.” He informs you all.

Yoongi and Hoseok followed Namjoon back into the room and you stayed in the living room for a bit, thinking about everything that just happened.

Why didn’t Yoongi want you to know what was going on? Hoseok was saying something about a “demon council” before Yoongi interrupted. What is that?

And if Yoongi could do that much damage to Hoseok, who is a demon, that means that he could do something 10x worse to you, if he ever wanted to.

You took a deep breath before walking back into your bedroom, looking at the three boys who were sitting around your bed, talking to Taehyung.

Once you got into the room, everyone looked at you. Taehyung smiled. “Y/n!” Taehyung says, excitedly. All of his wounds had healed. “I’ve heard so much about you!”

You smiled slightly at the boy. “Have you?”

“Yeah. Yoongi-hyung has told me a lot about you. I couldn’t wait for the day we finally got to meet. Now we have!” He says. He was really cheerful for a guy who was just beat up and covered in a lot of bruises. “Thanks for helping me.”

“No problem. I’m glad you’re okay.” You tell him.

“Hyung said that I can stay here with you guys for a while. Is that okay with you?” Taehyung asks.

“It’s fine.” You nodded. “You can sleep in my bed. I can sleep on the couch.”

“Y/n-ah, you know that sleeping on the couch hurts my neck.” Yoongi sighs. “Then don’t sleep with me.” You said without hesitating.

Yoongi raised an eyebrow and his jaw dropped like you had just said the worse insult in the world.

“So where am I gonna sleep?” He asks. “The floor? I don’t care.” You answered.

“Y/n, why are you acting like this?” He questions.

“Because you’re an idiot.”

Before Yoongi got the chance to respond, Namjoon spoke. “I think we should leave.” He says as he and Hoseok stood up. And with that, they were gone, leaving you, Yoongi and Taehyung.

“Hey, if it helps, I can sleep on the couch. You guys can sleep on the bed.” Taehyung tells you two. “It’s okay, Taehyung. You can have the bed.” You say.

Yoongi rolled his eyes before walking out of the room. You didn’t know where he was going, but you didn’t question it.

None of this would’ve happened if he would just tell you what’s going on.

“Is that what this is about? Yoongi didn’t tell you what’s going on?” Taehyung asked, as if he could read your mind.

You looked at him and raised and eyebrow. He saw the confused look on your face and chuckled. “I can read minds.” He tells you.

Of course he can.

“You shouldn’t be upset with Yoongi.” Taehyung says as you sit on the edge of the bed. “He’s upset with me.” You say.

“He’s not. He’s trying to protect you, y/n.”

“Protect me from what?”

“Y/n, I don’t think you understand how dangerous demons really are.” Taehyung sighs.

“I do now. When we were out in the living room, Yoongi cut Hoseok by just looking at him. If that’s not dangerous, then I don’t know what is.” You tell him.

“Not us. Other demons. Yes, Yoongi, Hoseok, Namjoon and I are nice, but other demons aren’t. They hurt, kill and possess people.” He explains. “Are they the ones who hurt you?” You ask.

Taehyung nodded. “Why?” You asked.

“Because I’m an idiot.” He chuckled. “I don’t like to listen to the rules.”

“I don’t think you should be laughing about that. They hurt you really badly.” You say.

“I’m fine. They wouldn’t do something as bad as kill me. Not unless I did something that really pissed them off.” He says. “Yoongi doesn’t want you to know about them because—” He started, but was interrupted by Yoongi speaking. He was now standing at the doorway eating a cupcake.

“These taste really good. Taehyung you should go taste one. They’re in the kitchen.” Yoongi speaks. Taehyung nodded before standing up and walking out of the room.

As he left, Yoongi closed the door behind him. “How dare you eat a cupcake that I made? You were mad at me a couple minutes ago.” You pouted, crossing your arms over your chest. You hoped that being humorous would make the tension go away between the two of you. Surprisingly, it did.

Yoongi chuckled, putting the paper cupcake liner in the garbage as he finished eating the cupcake.

He walked over to you before sitting beside you on the bed.

“I’m sorry.” He blurted out. “Being a demon is hard work. A lot goes on. I don’t want you to be dragged into it.”

“I think that I’m already dragged into it, since I’m dating you. I mean, you brought a bloodied boy here earlier and told me to fix him.” You point out.

“Are you going to accept my apology?” He asks.

“Of course.” You smiled at him. Yoongi kissed your lips before hugging you. He rested his head on your shoulder and his arms were wrapped around you.

You stayed like that in silence for a couple of seconds until you spoke. “Yoongi,” you called.

Yoongi hummed in response, a signal for you to keep talking.

“You would never hurt me, right?” You asked him, remembering how he hurt his own best friend earlier.

He looked at you, eyebrow raised. Once he saw the worried look on your face, his eyes softened.

“Of course, I would never hurt you. I would never, ever hurt you, y/n.” Yoongi tells you. “You promise?” You asked, sticking your pinky finger up.

“Yes, I promise.” He says, wrapping his pinky finger around yours.

“Good.” You smiled.

Yoongi stood up, grabbing your hand and pulling you towards the door.

“Now let’s go eat the rest of those cupcakes.”

How many tropes are left tho honestly?

- catching the other coming out of the shower, sharing food & bed sharing (Cas needs to be Human though, not quite yet)

- “you love him don’t you!” “Ummm noo????!” Awkward backing out of the room. Oh no wait that’s already been kinda done… ok but more blatant please so I’ll keep it.

- acting like a married couple so people already think you’re together. Ok scratch that one that’s done too but let’s have instead:

- actually mistaken for a couple by a sweet little old lady so you don’t correct her to keep her happy and totally not cos you kinda love it for the moment it lasts

- hiding and getting stuck caught right up against each other in a closet panting heavily

- being jealous of other people taking the other away from you. Also been done, but let’s ramp this up with Jack ok?

Ok I’m literally running out thought they’ve already done so many :p

Sweater Paws

Originally posted by powtrbl

Sweater Paws
[Stealing DΞΔN’s hoodies] 

Dean wasn’t sure how he ended up this way.

At first it seemed innocent enough. The two of you were out on a date and you were cold, being a gentleman he gave you his hoodie.

You were practically swimming in it, but you were beaming; Hugging it close and smelling it. Chiming that it made you happy.

“It’s just a hoodie” he grinned.

“It’s not just a hoodie, it’s your hoodie. It’s special.”

“Is that going to keep you warmer?”

“Mhmm! Super warm.”

He smiled brightly holding your hand. “How so?”

“Oppa, don’t you know love makes everything 10x warmer.”

Your face was so sincere saying that he couldn’t help but be wrapped up in the moment.

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Wedding Gifts

AN: A request for a anon who wanted smut for Kylo with a reader who was a princess and couldn’t be quiet while they were…physically engaged


It was wholly inappropriate and had it been anyone else, especially if it was that red-headed General Hux, you would have screamed and refused to go through the entire ordeal. However, even in your anger, it was very hard for you to imagine yelling at Kylo Ren, especially at your own wedding. You were glad that he took off the mask for the ceremony at least, it was easier then. The ceremony itself had been no one but your immediate family, Hux, and the priestess who had conducted the ceremony. Now, however, as you prepare to sit in the large banquet hall as your wedding reception takes place, you cannot help but feel slightly embarrassed at the appearance of your new husband. At least you matched in color scheme, the powder pink of your ornate empress cut gown matched well with his black robes, even if they were the same ones he wore usually.

“This way your majesty,” a warm voice beckoned. The woman in front of you was leading you to sit at your designated seats. Large wicker chairs with fluffed cushions awaited you, and you were glad. The wedding receptions on your planet could last for days, especially depending on the station of the person getting married. When your mother, the Queen Regent, married your father, the Prince Consort, her reception lasted for two weeks. For Kylo’s sake, you’d made the strict rule that the reception could not go over five hours. Judging by the way he squeezed at your hand, you weren’t sure that he would be able to last that long.

As you sit down in your rather large chairs. The crowd cheers and the first swarm of delicacies are served. For a moment, the attention is shifted from you to the food being placed in front of the guests, and you can feel your shoulders slouch in relief.

Taking the opportunity to grab your husbands hand you squeeze it to get his attention. Despite his face being hidden behind the mask, you can feel his large dark expressive eyes examining you questioningly.

“Thank you for enduring this, it will mean so much to them, and my family.” Your head tilts to the table that is directly across from yours on a platform that is raised higher than yours, denoting their status. Your mother’s worried eyes fill with delight when she notices your gaze, and she elegantly waves back at you. The other members of your family follow suit, and small warmth fills your heart when it does.

Kylo doesn’t say anything and you know he’s uncomfortable, but he nods anyway.

The party begins with a loud rip from one of the ceremonial trumpets and the revelries began as your many guests stand from their seats and begin dancing.

Colorful scarves and skirts begin to twirl in time with drums as excited chatter and chants poured its way through the crowd.

You felt a smile pull along your lips as you watched your people dance. You had worried when the First Order arrived that they would never know this happiness again. For weeks after the first ships had landed on your planet, it seemed as if your people had stopped all activity. Like they were afraid that they would live their lives in freely.

So, when the strange authoritarian General came to your mother to offer an alliance sealed with a bond of marriage, you were happy to make the sacrifice so that your people would never know pain.

It was fates hand in your life that you’d been matched with Kylo Ren and that you got along so well, despite his rough edges.

You sneak a glance at your new husband and take in his sulking form. He slouches in the large throne that was provided for him, legs splayed in irritation. You could feel him grow more and more irritated as the noise level the longer the celebrations went on.

You’d have to do something to ease his discomfort, for his sake and the health of your guests.

***

“Come, my love,” you murmur quietly. The slight movement of his body lets you know that he hears you.

You thread your fingers into his and pull gently, urging him to stand. It had been about two hours since the festivities started, and the perfect time to slip away for some down time. As the bride, you were expected to periodically change your dress to represent the different stages of life and marriage. Since your wedding would be much shorter than usual, you were only expected to change once, and it was the perfect time to use the small changing room to give Kylo a break from all the attention.

Your mother sees the two of you stand from across the way and gives you a nod, a blessing to leave your seats. His uncomfortable gait lumbers behind you as he follows you away to the small room.

The moment the door slides shut a distorted sigh forces itself out through your husband’s mask. He makes his way to a small wicker couch and sits down.

You watch him worriedly, wringing your hands, “I know this is a lot but please bear with it for a little longer, we’re are almost half way done.”

His masked face stares at you for a moment before his large hands come to grip at the bottom of his mask. You watch as it hisses and the front plate of it opens as he begins to pull the mask from his face.

A warmness spreads through you as you catch a glimpse of his large brown eyes that had been hiding you for the past couple of hours.

Delicately, he places his mask next to him and then runs a pair of tired hands through his hair.

“It’s fine,” he mumbles. “I wasn’t expecting so many people, even if you told me they would be there.”

“My people love an excuse to party, and weddings tends to be celebrations that they have the most fun at because they last so long,” You say as a warm smile crosses your face.

Happy that he isn’t completely irritated with the occasion. You make your way over to the small closet and open the door. You let out a sigh of happiness as you taken the elaborate inky black and gold gown, waiting for you. Your pink gown had represented the beginnings of your marriage and this one would represent the ending of the physical bond and the transition of the bond into the afterlife.

Reaching behind you, you begin to feel for the zipper that starts in the middle of your back. However, as your fingers touch the dangling metal of the zipper a thought runs through your head.

“Kylo,” you call, wanting to get his attention, even though the both of you know it is unnecessary. He always has his eyes on you when the two of you are together, and trapped in this small room there was not a large chance of him not watching you. “Can you undo this for me?”

You can hear a sharp intake of breath come from his direction and before you know it, his large steps have crossed the room. His large hands find themselves settling on your shoulders, thumbs rubbing your shoulder blades idly, before he moves to pull down the zipper.

The top of your dress slides down your shoulders in a rather elegant fashion and settles at your hips rather lovingly.

You turn to look at him and coyly you say, “We don’t have long until we are expected back, but there is more than enough time to ease some of your tension, don’t you think?”

His dark eyes are hooded in lust and a gloved thumb comes up to stroke at your cheek bone, and he gives a nod in agreement.

As a smile crosses your features, Kylo’s full lips a roughly pressed against yours, slightly biting at your bottom lip. You let out a whimper at the slight pain that runs through your system when he bites down at little too hard and pull away.

“Not too rough here,” you warn, but you wonder if he hears you. You can’t from the already glazed over look in his eye.

He nods, and you let out a sigh of relief, hoping that this meant he would be reluctant to add any new marks on your skin during your quick tryst. He quickly removes his robes and his gloves, exposing you to his form.

You feel a blush run over your cheeks when your eyes run over the bulge struggling through his pants.

“Already?” You question. His dark eyes look at you confusedly for a moment, why wouldn’t he be like this if it’s you?

“Since I saw you at the ceremony,” he replies reaching out and touching your arm. He allows his fingers to drift gently down from you exposed skin to your dress covered thigh and he lingers there for a moment, squeezing gently.

You nod in reply at his un spoken question and he quickly moves both hands to settle underneath your thighs and he quickly lifts them to wrap around his waist. Your arms find themselves draped around his neck and you lean and press another kiss to his lips gently, almost teasing. He lets out a bit of a groan at the light touch.

Moving his hands down from your thighs, he grips your ass to steady you as he moves you to lean against an adjacent wall. The moment your bear back hits the cool surface you feel your lips pull down in a slight pout.

“Why not on the couch?” You question.

“Too small.”

You roll your eyes, it’s not like you wanted to roll around with him on the couch. There was plenty of space for a bit of fun.

You’re pulled out of your thoughts when he begins to press warms kisses at the nape of your neck and you let out a pleasure sigh. You can feel him moving his pants down so he can release himself from the death grip his clothing has him in. When he’s finished one of his hand comes up to your chest, pushing up your strapless bra and freeing your breasts.

Highly aroused, your nipples begin to harden and you look away slightly from the slightly reverent look that he gives your exposed form, embarrassed from the intense, but not unfamiliar gaze.

Deep eyes flicker up to meet your gaze as he lowers his mouth on to one of your exposed nipples, keeping eye contact with you as his tongue makes contact with the sensitive bud. When you let out another breathy sigh of pleasure he bits rather roughly and you quickly bite down on your lip to keep sound from escaping. Normally you had no problem being loud for him, but the walls were thin in here. It would be more than embarrassing to have a thousand of your closet subjects to hear him make you writhe in pleasure.

Kylo, however, feels irritated at the reaction and had he begins to swirl his tongue around your nipple he begins to roughly pull up your delicate dress, searching for the heat between your dress.

 

“You’re going to ruin my dress, Kylo,” you hiss.

He lets go over your nipple with a pop and as his mouth is briefly free of one nipple as he moves to the other he says, “You have another one.”

“That not the po-”

Your sentence is cut off as he simultaneously engulfs one hardened bud and his wonder hand finds the dampness between your legs.

He watches with narrow annoyed eyes as he begins to rub your damp entrance with his fingers, letting his lips turn up at the whimpers you allowed to escape your mouth.

“Let it out,” he says as he detaches himself once again before kissing you. “I want to hear it.”

You don’t open your mouth and decide to simply shake your head as he beings to circle his forefinger against your clothed clit.

He regards you carefully before pulling his hand away only to pull down your underwear and quickly slip to fingers inside of you. Roughly stretching you. A moan rips it way through your lips and a smirk winds its way across your husband’s face.

“You said you have to be quiet,” he says leaning forward and biting at the lobe of your ear. “So, don’t make any noise.”

Your eyes cut to his and narrow in annoyance but you nod anyway.

He begins to work his fingers inside of you and down hard on your lip as he begins to hit spots that make pleasure shoot through your body.

“So, wet,” he murmurs against your skin as he buries his nose against the side of your neck. “You’re always so wet.”

You feel a groan waiting to be released form in your chest, and in response to his stipulation you lean forward slightly to bite as his neck, using his skin as a buffer to keep the sound from spilling out of your throat.  When your teeth meet his flesh a shiver runs down his back and his and heavy sigh spills from his lips.

You release your bite and teasingly say, “You have to be quiet too.”

He doesn’t turn his gaze to meet your eyes but you know that he’s slightly annoyed but ready to accept your challenge.

“Fine.”

He returns to his ministrations and your feel your eyes roll slightly when his thumb begins to circle your clit. If you could bite down on your lip harder you would, but as it is your lip is already swollen and irritated.

Despite the pleasurable situation you find yourself in, you hear something that disturbs you. Or rather it’s what you don’t hear. The music of your wedding has seemingly died down, and while you can still clearly hear the festivities occurring, you know if you don’t make it out soon for the first round of speeches, people will come looking for you.

“Kylo,” you say tapping on the large expanse of his back, “We have to hurry, there isn’t much time left.”

“Alright.”

He removes his fingers quickly, causing you to gasp at the sudden loss and both of his large hands return to your thighs, spreading them slightly as he moves closer to you.

One hand leaves your skin and you can feel him prodding at your entrance. Your eyes flicker up to his brown ones and when your gazes meet he begins to push in, forcing a short moan to shoot out your lips that stops because your left with so little air.

“Quiet,” he says with a smirk pulling at his full lips.

The moment when his hips meet yours he pauses, giving you second to adjust to having him inside of you. You swallow thickly and wrap your arms tighter around his neck, pulling closer to you.  With his chest pressed against yours his face is back in your neck and your head is slightly tilted up to make room for his large frame. Your legs tighten around his waist pulling him as close to you as you settle in.

“I’m okay,” you murmur against his shoulder and you can feel him nod.

He begins to move slowly, slow methodical thrusts that would usually leave you a breathless, but your mouth and eyes are closed now, concentrating on keeping as quiet as possible.

When he begins to pick of speed is when you begin to have the problem. As he starts to pull in and out of you, hips snapping quickly with each thrust. Your mouth is wrenched open and you’re left gasping for air with each thrust. You aren’t alone in your gasping. As the sweat between your bodies begins to accumulate and you can feel his warm breath blowing on your neck.

If it wasn’t for the heavy breathing and the sound of slapping flesh, it would have been completely quiet in the room.

Slowly, across your enflamed skin, Kylo’s wondering hand begins to rub gently at your thigh, once more. It slowly begins to move its way to your inner thigh and you know where its journey will end.

“Don’t,” you start breathily. “If you do I w-won’t be a-able too-“

“You said we didn’t have much time.”

You don’t get a chance to rebut as his fingers find your engorged clit and begins rubbing. A moan tumbles forth from your lips. At the encouragement, he begins to move faster and harder, biting down at the juncture between your neck to suppress the low moans coming from his lips as you begin to tightly clench around him.

At his angle, he begins to hit a spot inside of you that makes you see stars and the quiet of the room is broken as a tearful moan rips its way passed your lips. In pleasure, your nails begin to dig further into his back, leaving deep groves and red marks. Another shiver runs down his back and his thrusts become rather frantic as he increases the speed with which he is rubbing your clit.

“Kylo I’m going to-“

“Me too.”

Warmth begins to pool in your belly as a coil inside you begins to tighten. The both of you are impossibly warm and it adds to the feeling of euphoria.  Kylo takes a rather harsh swipe at your clit and your spine stiffens as pleasure rolls over your body. A loud moan echoes through room as your back arches into him. In your climax, you clench him even tighter and he stiffens as well. A low filthy moan reaches your ear as your insides are flooded.

Time seems to stop for a moment as the both of you are so wrapped up in the height of your pleasure you don’t seem to notice it.

Slowly, as the heat of the room begins to subside and your breathing starts to resume a normal pattern, you begin to realize how late you are.

“They’re bound to notice,” you muse out loud.

Kylo doesn’t respond as he slowly lets your legs fall from his waist and begins to right himself.

Leaning against the wall you have to force your eyes to stay open as you feel a wave of fatigue run over your body, and you suddenly begin to realize that you don’t want to go sit and smile for another two hours. However, you have always been one to do your duty, so despite how numb your legs are you begin to walk back over to where the closet is.

“Here,” your husband murmurs and you turn back to look at him.

He is pressing a soft fluffy slightly damp towel in your direction. You feel your cheeks flush in embarrassment and turn for a little more discretion as you begin to wipe at the dampness between your legs.

“Thank you,” you mumble. “Do you feel better?”

He pauses for a moment, “How could I not?”

***

It’s strange being surrounded by storm troopers instead of the royal guards that you are used to, but as your luggage is packed on to your husband’s ship, you realize it will be one of the smallest things that you will miss.

The wedding had been over for almost an hour now and never one to slow down, your husband was ready to return to Starkiller Base, and that meant taking you with him. He’d already boarded the ship, while you stayed outside saying goodbye to the many members of your family and royal court.

It was just your mother left to say goodbye to now and she looks at you with a polite smile.

“We are very proud of you,” she says as you pull back from long embrace. “If there was any other way to protect our people, we would not send you away.”

Despite her formal speech, you knew your mother would probably cry when she was alone. Although you had leapt at the opportunity to protect your planet, she did not like the idea of sending you into foreign hands, where she would be unable to protect you from the dangers of this world.

“Don’t worry mother, I chose this. I will be fine,” you say with a reassuring smile.

“It would seem so,” she says with a knowing smile on her face. Her fingers affectionately find their way to your cheek and her eyes make a not so subtle motion to a spot on your neck.

Embarrassed you slide a hand up to hid the mark he’d left on your skin.

With warm eyes your mother leans in a presses a loving kiss to your fore head.

“Please keep in contact,” she says.

“I will,” you promise, as you begin to back away from her and the group that had come to see you off.

You being to walk up the ramp of Kylo’s ship and toss them another wave goodbye as the ramp begins to close. This would probably be the last time you’d see your family.

We’re just multiplying

Pairing: Carl Gallagher x female reader
Description: Carl waits impatiently as you anxiously try to find out if you’re pregnant or not
A/N: Yall let me just tell you this is way too cute I can’t deal with it (ALSO PLEASE READ THIS) This is more of a older Carl even though the next season hasn’t finished I thought it would be better for him to be a bit older.


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“Are you doing okay in there?” You heard Carl’s muffled voice through the closed door. If anything, you two were comfortable enough to use the bathroom in front of each other, but it was different this time.

You roll your eyes once more before finishing your business. “I just peed on a stick, I think I’ve been in more concerning situations.” You pull your shorts up and open the door, “Do you know how weird it is to just know you were peeing on something?”

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Almond Joy, Part 2 (Getting to Know each Other)

Summary: You take care of Bucky’s dog and find out who he really is

Word Count: 3705

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings: cliffhanger!

A/N: Sorry it’s so long and so much goes on! If I had separed it into two parts, Bucky wouldn’t even be in the first part!

Previous Part ~ Next Part

You finished up the rest of your shopping. After buying dog food, a cheap toy, a leash and a dog bed for her, nearly $100 was spent on her. You hated spending money out of your budget but this was necessary. If you had a dog, you would wish someone would take good care of it.

When you got home, she began to jump up and down. You took the toy you purchased out of the bag, removed the price tag and threw the toy so she could run and catch it.

After going back and forth with the toy for a while, you headed to the kitchen and grabbed some spare paper bowls you had. You placed two on the ground near the dishwasher in hope that she wouldn’t come to close to other parts of the kitchen. It was awfully quiet in your apartment so you connected your phone to your speakers and played some music. As you began to clean around the kitchen, Almond lied down next to your couch and fell asleep within a few seconds.

You filled one of the bowls with dog food and the other with water. Almond was still asleep, so you headed to your room to change into something comfortable quickly.

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anonymous asked:

Hey!!! 😇 I have read like all fics on your coming out tag page, when you have time can you update them? Today It's my one year anniversary of coming out!!! ☺️☺️☺️ -B

Happy Belated Anniversary! Sorry it’s a little late but we’re so happy we could celebrate with you! Here’s the tag for everyone else. - Anastasia

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Taking Bets by S_Horne

(1/1 I 406 I General I Sterek)

“Dad, Mel” Stiles started. “I’m gay.”

With a sudden boost of confidence, Stiles reached a hand out to take a hold of one of Derek’s.

“And this is my Derek” he continued, turning his face to meet the other’s gaze.

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Stiles has a confession for his parents, and they have one for him!

Dream a Little Dream of Me by 42hrb

(1/1 I 830 I Teen I Stanny)

Coach pairs Stiles and Danny in a hotel for a lacrosse trip, it turns out they have some stuff to talk about.

About Damn Time by fancyachatup

(1/1 I 903 I General I Sterek)

It’s essentially Teen Wolf, except that there are such things as soulmates.

Deal? by fancyachatup

(1/1 I 921 I General I Sterek)

Only Peter is evil and it’s for like 1 sentence.
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Basically Sheriff answers a domestic violence call and Stiles hits on Derek while simultaneously coming out.

The Person He Loved In So Many Different Ways by QueenofCrazy

(1/1 I 1,136 I Not Rated I Sciles)

“Bro.” He whispered, hands gripping his knees and fingers tapping. “Bro you uh, you left your porn up on your laptop that I borrowed for my presentation.”
Scott felt his face heat up. He knew what porn Stiles was talking about, how could he be so stupid not to check it before giving it to Stiles.

Sourwolves Do it Better by siao

(1/? I 1,406 I Explicit I Sterek)

In another time, in another place, but not exactly as the story still occurs in the much beloved town of Beacon Hills, Stiles Stilinski is a quirky (kind way of saying a walking disaster) teenager just trying to figure out his life in the wake of his parents uncommunicated separation, and being the perpetual third-wheel to his power couple friends Lydia and Jackson that makes him question if their friends because they happened to have playdates in the e-old age or because their parents gave them no choice but to be friends.

And yeah, maybe having sex with a complete stranger in the supply closet at school wasn’t his brightest idea - sue him, but how was he supposed to know that his one time fling that he wanks since forth was his English teacher?

Throw in teenage werewolves, alphas, hunters and some kind of demon tree that may or may not be trying to seduce him into being evil and what you got is a whirlwind romance that’s not quite legal but profound all the same.

Two Hearts in One Home by TheMipstaz

(1/1 I 1,851 I Explicit I Malia/Kira)

In which Kira bakes 11 pies.

Silver and Cold by inatshej

(1/1 I 2,044 I Mature I Steter)

Stiles admits to himself finally that it is cold, quiet and lonely. It didn’t change when he met Peter, but at least he could forget about it. Somehow the thing with Peter ends up hurting him even more.

And The Oscar Goes To by 42hrb

(1/1 I 2,241 I Teen I Sterek)

Being publicly in the closet means Stiles can’t go to the Academy Awards with who he really wants, but it’s not like he’s going to win so he doesn’t have to worry about slipping up and thanking Derek in his speech… right?

Outed by smokesforsterek

(1/1 I 2,419 I General I Sterek)

Nancy O’Dell was standing on her chic set but in the background on one of the set pieces was a obviously zoomed in and blurry picture of Derek and Stiles kissing on the beach.
Fuck.

or the one where Derek and Stiles are famous and secretly dating, and are caught. So naturally the only thing to do is pretend they’re making a movie.

Heavy Is The Head by tragicama

(1/? I 2,574 I Explicit I Sterek)

Heir Prince of France, Derek Hale is tired of his royal life.

When he meets a palace servant named Stiles, everything changes.

Or, the one where Derek falls in love with his own Prince Charming.

Awake by reillyblack

(1/1 I 3,441 I Mature I Sterek)

Stiles was too goddamn old for a sexual awakening.

Never Been Subtle by totallyrandom

(2/2 I 3,886 I Teen I Sterek)

Stiles has something important to tell Scott, but Scott’s not making it easy.

Green Beer and the Howling Wolf by TVTime

(1/1 I 4,152 I Teen I Stisaac)

Stiles, Isaac, and Scott go out drinking for St. Patrick’s Day and Stiles discovers that his hopeless crush on Isaac may not be as hopeless as he thought.

Stiles-centric/Stiles POV, dialogue-heavy college AU story with no powers. Primarily humor with some fluff and Stisaac romance. Alternate character histories. Isaac is Scott’s adopted brother.
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Stiles held his arms out and turned around in a circle. “I look okay right?”

Scott’s face lit with understanding. “Ah, someone wants to get lucky on St. Paddy’s Day.”

Stiles didn’t deny it, just changed the subject – well, technically he didn’t change the subject, but Scott would think it was a change of subject. “So when’s Isaac getting here?”

Trust by live_laugh_murder

(1/1 I 4,436 I Teen I Steo)

Stiles always knew Theo Raeken couldn’t be trusted. But he seems to forget that when the werewolf gets under his skin.

Out in the Open by inmydreams

(1/1 I 5,188 I Teen I Sterek)

Derek Hale, successful actor and Oscar winner, is ready to come out and where better to do it than on his boyfriend’s chat show?

Indecent Proposal by lavieboheme0919

(1/1 I 5,432 I Explicit I Stetoper)

Peter and Chris have been married since they were in their twenties. Stiles is introduced to the mix after Peter meets him in the showers at the on-campus gym. All of them love the relationship they’re in. Unfortunately none of them know how to explain said relationship to Stiles’ dad.

This is the first of a series I’ll be working on as I work on my other story, “Gods and Monsters.” This one will be heavily focused on sex. If I missed any tags, please let me know. As always, comments welcome and encouraged!

Aparecium by GameCake

(1/1 I 5,446 I Teen I Sterek)

“Hey, Derek, look! Aquamenti!” Stiles yelled laughing.

His laugh though was short-lived as his hand tickled the same time as water shot out of the tip of his fake wand?


What?


“Whatever you did, wherever you found it, put it back!” Derek ordered flashing his alpha crimson eyes.

“Do you really think it is a good idea to leave it here unattended? What if a kid takes it? What if someone said ‘Avada Kedavra’” Stiles defended as he flayed his arms around.

That proved to be another bad choice. His hand buzzed again and lightning escaped the wand and stuck an innocent tree. Which immediately cracked and started decaying to the point that it looked sick and… well… dead.

There were a few bits of silence after that until Derek spoke up. “That’s it! Put it back now.”

*

Or the one where Stiles finds a wand that responds to Harry Potter spells, is apparently a mage and gets a boyfriend out of it.

Don’t hate me for who I am by AnnSnape

(2/6 I 5,649 I Mature I Sterek)

It was Christmas when Stiles pack rejected him for being different and Stiles, who turned for the first time, had to run away from his own pack to survive.

Closeted by stilinski_wolf

(2/2 I 7,483 I Teen I Sterek)

Derek is part of a very rich, very conservative - and very homophobic - family, and so he has to hide who he truly is from them.

And then, Derek takes a liking to the new bartender working at the gay bar he frequents, and contemplates coming out to his family.

But his choice is taken out of his hands when his sister Cora follows him one night to the gay bar, changing Derek’s life irrevocably.

wolf in the headlights by thedeathlyalpha

(1/1 I 7,581 I Teen I Scisaac)

When Scott finds out that Derek has added a member to the pack, he can’t believe it.

When he discovers who it is, even worse.

As Scott becomes closer to Isaac, feelings develop and the lines blur, making everything just seem so confused.

Getting To Know Me Getting To Know You by alternativename

(3/? I 9,477 I Mature I Steter)

In an Omega verse where Stiles has never really felt comfortable in his own skin, he seeks out the company of other Omegas to help him make sense of the world they live in.

Meeting Peter Hale however was totally unplanned, and so was everything that happened from the moment they met.

And…Action! by defenselesswriter

(5/? I 9,632 I Explicit I Sterek)

“Not looking for casual hookups. Sorry, bro. Most codependent independent person you will ever meet. Part-time actor, full-time asshole who coincidentally preaches positivity. Worst bowler in the world after my best friend. Looking for a guy whose first thought isn’t ‘Can I put my dick in one of his orifices?’ Also super hella bi and might be down for a threesome.”

Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes by huffleluff

(1/1 I 21,866 I Teen I Allydia)

If you had asked Allison Argent if she was straight two months ago, she would have said yes. Now, she isn’t so sure.

On her eighteen birthday, she receives the name of her soul mate via a mark on her wrist: seventeen year old Lydia Martin. Her sense of identity suddenly gone, Allison must deal with her feelings for her best friend, her preacher father’s homophobia, and learning to love herself for who she truly is–preferably before Lydia’s eighteenth birthday in just one year’s time.

There’s Nothing That I Wouldn’t Do (I Found My Way Back To You) by SuperMARVELous

(5/5 I 51,051 I Mature I Sterek)

Four times Derek and Stiles pass each other by and the one time they find their way back to each other.

The Payoff Pitch by Leslie_Knope

(12/12 I 83,974 I Explicit I Sterek)

Derek is on the cusp of his second season with the LA Dodgers, and as the reigning runner-up Rookie of the Year, the pressure’s on him to become the team’s star pitcher and lead them to the playoffs for the first time in five years. He’s trying to deal with the burden of expectations and really has zero desire to spend any extra time or energy on anything that isn’t baseball.

But then he meets Stiles.

Building a Better Chimera: Part Two by Uthizaar

(21/21 I 200,638 I Explicit I Steo I MCD)

Theo returns to Beacon Hills with the task of guiding and protecting Stiles as he becomes one of the most powerful chimeras alive…Well that was the Dread Doctor’s plan. Theo has a different idea, and Stiles fits nicely into it, not merely as a fellow chimera, but as something more. Of course, Stiles not being aware of his abilities is but one small obstacle… 

Jealousy: C.G

Warning: Cursing, sex jokes, sexual sayings, Carl Gallagher, fights, Carl Gallagher.


It was early in the morning, you were just about to head over to the Gallagher house to walk to school with your boyfriend Carl, you were getting ready when your mom walked in and said “Hunny, Carl is here.” You smiled “Alright send him here please mom.” She walked out and a couple seconds later Carl walked in “Hey baby.” You blushed “Hey Carl, you’re never up this early. What’s up?” He laughed “What’s wrong with seeing my girl bright and early?” You giggled “Everyone arguing again?” He sighed “Yep, about Ian, meds, Mickey coming out of jail soon.” You sighed “What’s new.” He pulled you close and kissed you, he seductively said “Mmm, wouldn’t you look better with those clothes off.” He lightly bit your neck, you sighed pushing him away “Now I’ve gotta hide another one from mom thanks Carl.” He smiled “Just to make sure everyone knows you’re mine.” You laughed “Well everyone already knows that from us being caught doing stuff, kissing so do I need to go on?”

He laughed “Baby girl, gotta keep it running don’t want no one hitting on my girl.” He then lightly grabbed your ass, you smiled “Well lets go to school Gallagher.” You both walked out of your room, your mom yelled out “Fi and I don’t want another call today saying you two are fucking in the janitors closet again. Do it at home either one we don’t care. Just not at school.” You both laughed and walked out the door. The walk to school was kinda boring, you two arrived at school, late as per usual, you had art first while Carl had training with Sargent Trent, you kissed him goodbye and parted your ways. You arrived in art, this guy walked up to you it was Hayden Mitchells, he said “Oh wheres your lover boy, not like him to leave his mistress alone.” You growled “He’s out training. And probably gonna beat your ass later too. Now go away Mitchells.” He laughed “Oh please, you know you want me.”

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RFA + Saeran with and MC who is crying because they’re terrified of ants and just found some in their bedroom and it’s late and now they can’t sleep in their bed. They’re too afraid to sleep anyways because they are literally TERRIFIED.

Oh my god!! This one was so fun to write! I laughed out loud a couple times… thanks for the request anon❤️ I hope you like it!

Yoosung:

  • He’s terrified too…
  • Trying to appear brave, he gets bug spray and tries to get the sheets off the bed.
  • You hear shreaking coming from the bedroom the entire time he’s in there.
  • He comes running out of the room flailing his limbs as if he’s covered in bugs.
  • “Hey… we should sleep on the couch tonight… you know… because you’re so scared MC…”
  • You have no objections and spend the night curled up on the couch on the look out for any ants.
  • Leaving the lights on the whole night.
  • The next day pest control comes by and gets rid of the ants.
  • Both of you are still nervous about sleeping in that bed.

Zen:

  • The moment you pull back the sheet and see the ants you shreak and jump on Zen to avoid the floor.
  • He had no idea your fear was this strong.
  • Laughing a bit he gets a better grip of you and carries you over to the couch.
  • He thinks it’s cute and kisses you on the forehead
  • You’re visibly shaking, stuttering nonsense about not being able to sleep in that room anymore.
  • He promises to take care of things.
  • To distract yourself you watch a recording of his latest show.
  • He emerges hours later and announces its safe….
  • The room is spotless.
  • But you still check top to bottom for any ants.
  • You can’t find any.
  • But you’re still terrified and can’t sleep in that room.
  • You’ve been traumatized
  • He’s understanding and chuckles the entire time time he’s setting up the couch for the night.
  • He really would do anything for you to be happy.

Jaehee:

  • At first she tells you, you’re overreacting.
  • You continue freaking out until she figures out you’re not playing things up or joking.
  • You want to go to a hotel until the apartment is fumigated.
  • Again she tells you you’re overreacting.
  • Insisting she’ll take care of things in the morning she wants you both to sleep in the guest bedroom.
  • You agree but begin sobbing uncontrollably at the thought of having to stay the night in the same house as ants.
  • She feels guilty and a couple hours later she hands you a packed overnight bag.
  • You both head to a hotel she booked.
  • You’re relieved
  • She’s so good to you. It’s clear she really cares about you.

707:

  • He’s the first one to notice the ants.
  • When he comes out to tell you, he has a look of excitement on his face.
  • “You better not try anything Saeyoung!!!”
  • You fall out of your seat when you start yelling as he approaches you.
  • He puts up his hands to show he’s not hiding anything, explaining that he would never torture with that.
  • He knows very well how terrified you are of ants.
  • Instead, he runs to the closet and emerges dressed in his maid outfit with an added gas mask and rubber gloves.
  • He then runs into the bedroom armed with a belt of bug spray.
  • When did he have the time to put that all together???
  • After you hear a loud bang he exits the room.
  • There’s smoking coming from the door behind him…
  • He tries telling you it’s safe now but you still want a professional to check it out.
  • You spend the night in a blanket fort the two of you made in the living room.

Jumin:

  • PANIC!!!
  • You start losing it the moment you spot an ant in you’re clothing!
  • Even the PJ’s you were just about to put on.
  • Rushing out of the bedroom you find Jumin and cling to him.
  • Resting your head on his chest you begin shaking violently.
  • He strokes your head promising to take care of things.
  • You know he thinks you’re overreacting but he would never mock you when you feel this way.
  • He gets a hotel room to stay in and has a professional take care of the ants.
  • He even got you new PJ’s and does his best to dirstact you that night.
  • Anything for his princess.
  • He’s so good to you.

Saeran:

  • *sweats*
  • He’s trying to be there for you but he doesn’t know how…
  • You’re clinging to him sobbing
  • He pats you on the back but he’s clearly uncomfortable.
  • After you calm down a bit he decides to take action.
  • Assuring you he knows how to handle things.
  • “Don’t worry MC!! I’m better than any professional! I’ll take care of things easy”
  • He’s pretty cocky
  • He spends over 5 hours in the bedroom in perfect silence.
  • What is he doing in there??
  • He finally emerges and silently dials the number for pest control.
  • Spending the night comforting you on the couch.
  • At least he cared enough to try.

*i didn’t include V because I couldn’t come up with a good one for him. Don’t know his personality well enough yet.*

Thanks for reading!!! ❤️❤️

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A/N: i decided to change up my blog so enjoy my new profile pic and new header!! 

{requested by anon} hope ya like this fred imagine guys :) sorry it took forever!

  • PAIRING: Fred Weasley x Slytherin!Reader
  • SUMMARY: In which a Gryffindor is in love with a Slytherin, and after suffering from an awkward situation, the Gryffindor confesses. Yet, the Slytherin can only wonder how.
  • WORDS: 820

He was a brave Gryffindor, she was a cunning Slytherin. He stares at her from across the room when she isn’t looking, daydreaming of the world where only him and she could be in. Currently, they were sat in the Great Hall during dinner. Students conversing with their peers, while simultaneously eating. There were twinkling stars that blanketed over the sapphire sky as he looked up at the ceiling of the dining hall that mirrored the sky outside. 

The students finished eating, exiting the Grand Hall to go to their dormitories. Fred wasn’t in a rush as he strolled down the hall, stuffing his hand in the front pockets of his jeans. Several minutes following of contemplating whether the ginger should go back to his dormitory or not, that was when he realized the pin dropping silence in the very halls of Hogwarts. Shrugging to himself, he continues to stroll down the halls, wondering if his twin brother George went back to their shared dorm room or not.

Hearing the echo of footsteps was what made his mind shift to the situation he’s in. He’s walking through the halls past curfew, where prefects patrol during this hour, and professors. Fred and his twin George are all about taking risks and living in the moment, but he cannot have points taken away from his house, especially since every one of his house mates will loathe him for it.

The ginger was just about to hide when the footsteps began to get closer, making it easier to hear. When he saw it was just Y/N he relaxed. “Y/L/N, oh it’s you. I thought you were Filtch.”

The girl let out a chuckle, the heavenly sound feeling like music in the boy’s ears. “Is little Weasley scared?” Y/N remarked playfully. 

“Of Filtch? Isn’t it obvious?” He made a funny face, which made the Y/H/C girl let out a laugh of delight.

“Eh, I wouldn’t blame you.” She sent a lopsided grin his way, only to be returned by a smirk. The cockiness was gone and was now followed by a nervous hand running through the nape of his neck. 

He tried to emerge a conversation between the two of them, “So… what brings you he-” His sentence was interrupted by a shush coming from the girl, then the sound of footsteps once again, but this time it was followed by the meow of a cat. The pair turned to each other, “Filtch.” They whispered simultaneously to one another. 

She grabbed his hand, butterflies erupting the both of their stomach’s, ignoring the feeling of bliss she murmured a “hide.” Running through the dimly lit hall, Fred caught sight of a closet which made him tug at her small hand. The moment he opened the door of the closet, the both of them noticed how small it was. The Slytherin muttered in his ear, her warm breath sending shivers down his spine, “I don’t think we’re going to be able to fit in here.”

A quick idea popped into the ginger’s head. He brought his 6-foot figure into the closet, crouching to fit in it. “Get in.” He uttered as a command after hearing Flitch’s footsteps coming closer. 

She had no choice but to obey, holding onto Fred’s large hand and pushing herself into the miniature closet, only to seat herself on the boy’s lap, closing the door. Her cheeks flushed crimson when the boy put his hands on her waist, the ginger let out a gulp because of the bold move. The pair squinted their eyes through the peek of the closet door. 

They caught sight of Filtch with Mrs. Norris in his arms, looking around the hall like a hawk. Fred could feel Y/N breathing heavily which made him cover her mouth with his colossal hand. 

Filtch finally walked the opposite direction, the girl let out a sigh, subconsciously leaning back. Fred extracted his hand from the girl’s soft face, “He’s gone.” She spoke with a normal voice. 

“You know what, I can’t take this anymore,” Fred announced, as she felt the vibration on her back from Fred speaking. 

“What?” She turned her body near him. Their position made the girl blush again, her legs were now enveloped around his waist, their face inches apart. 

“I like you, so much, that I think I’m slowly going crazy.” The boy confessed, leaving the girl speechless, which was rare. 

“B-But how?”

His brows furrowed, “Come again?” [the gif]

“I-I mean, I’m me. I’m in Slytherin, you’re in Gryffindor.”

He got closer to her face, her breathing uneven. “I don’t care, you’re perfect.” That was all her brain could process before her mind ran fuzzy when he enclosed her lips with his in a passionate kiss. She didn’t kiss back for a second, suffering from shock, a feeling of regret settling in his chest. But when she kissed back, tugging on his hair, that feeling vanished as he wrapped his arms around her waist. Not wanting to let go at all.

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anonymous asked:

Wait can we send requests again? Maybe the v3 boys and their s/o watching a horror movie and their s/o gets really scared?

Oh I love horror movies! Let’s get into a Halloweeny spirit hey? :P

Side note: Apologies if it doesn’t make sense, I’m ill at the moment T_T

DRV3 Boys and S/O watching a horror movie

Shuuichi Saihara:

- He doesn’t really mind them too much

- You on the other hand…

- He could tell something was wrong as soon as you started shifting towards him

- “S/O - san/kun… Are you alright?”

- You don’t answer, you just bury your face in his chest

- He quickly switches it off and wraps his arms around you

- “It’s okay now S/O - san/kun… I’m here for you”

Kaito Momota:

- Let’s face it

- He’s scared too

- As soon as someone brought out a Ouija board he screamed and quickly pulled you into a hug

- “AHHHH AHHH TURN IT OFF!”

- “I DON’T KNOW WHERE THE REMOTE IS”

- “AHHHHHHHH”

- The two of you try to find the remote but it’s kinda hard considering you’re both clinging to one another

Kiibo:

- He’s confused

- Why is that lady running and screaming?!

- And why are you telling her to hide in the closet? Can she hear you?

- “AHH!”

- You cling onto his arm and close your eyes

- “Um… S/O - san/kun… Are you scared?”

- “Um… Maybe?…”

- He can feel you shivering against him

- “Don’t worry S/O - san/kun, it’s just a movie. It can’t happen in reality”

- He then spends some time reassuring you that it’s all just fictional 

Rantaro Amami:

- Before the movie even begins he wraps his arm around you

- “I’ll be fine Amami - kun…”

- “Hm…. If you say so”

- After about 20 minutes you’re cuddling up to him with your eyes closed

- “Hey…”

- He strokes your hair and turns off the volume

- “You okay?”

- You nod but don’t open your eyes

- He leans down and gives you a kiss on the forehead and then continues to stroke your hair

Kokichi Ouma:

- He’d most likely tease you at first for being scared

- But in reality, he’s kinda scared too

- Not that he’d tell you

- “O-Ouma - kun please…”

- “Awwww, is S/O - chan scaredddd?”

- You gently punch him in the arm and try your best to give him an annoyed expression

- “Aww meanie, fine fine I’ll turn it off but only because you asked so nicely!”

- “You’re horrible…”

- “I’m just teasing~”

- He wraps his arms around you and gives you several kisses all over your face murmuring a ‘sorry’

Gonta Gokuhara:

- As a gentleman, he promised to protect you

- So naturally, he lets you cling onto him, he’s just like a big teddy bear

- However

- After some time you feel his grip on you tightening

- “Gonta - kun… Are you o-”

- “Ahhhhhhhhh!”

- You quickly feel around for the remote and switch the TV off

- “G-Gonta - kun… Can’t… Breathe…”

- “GONTA SORRY!”

- You spend the next hour trying to calm him down

Korekiyo Shinguuji:

- He loves it

- You could swear you heard him laughing at some scenes

- You on the other hand….

- You cling to one of the pillows and hold it in front of your face

- “I never noticed…”

- Huh

- “I never noticed how beautiful you looked when you’re scared”

- “Shinguuji - kun… Stop being creepy”

- “Kukuku, I’m just joking”

- Well it sure doesn’t sound like a joke…

Ryoma Hoshi:

- How is this supposed to be scary

- “Hey S/O have you seen how bad the effe-”

- He turns to find you curled up with a blanket wrapped around you

- “Huh?…”

- “How are you not scared Hoshi - kun?! Don’t you see how realistic the blood is?!”

- “You mean the thing that’s clearly ketchup?”

- “Eeeeeee!”

- He rolls his eyes before getting off the sofa and making his way into the kitchen

- “HOSHI - KUN DON’T LEAVE!”

- After about 5 minutes, he comes back with a cup of hot chocolate

- “Aw…. That’s so nice of you…”

- “Yeah yeah, don’t mention it”

- He sits next to you and lets you cuddle up to him

IT’S FLUFFY FLUFF TIME BOYS AND GIRLS!! I needed some cuteness in my life, Anon, thank you.~Mun M

Sakamaki

Laito: His S/O hides in the same 3 places every time, but he pretends not to know every time. He calls out to them, saying cute and teasing things just to get them to giggle and reveal their location. He’s very good at sneaking up on them so he can capture them in a surprise hug.

Subaru: The whole time he’s searching, he pretends like he’s just aimlessly wandering. 

Kanato: His S/O likes to hide among his dolls. Surprisingly, he doesn’t get upset by this, but actually thinks it’s really cute. Once he finds their hiding spot, he proceeds to shower them with compliments about how beautiful and adorable they are.

Reiji: Most of the reason he searches so hard to find his S/O is because he’s worried they might get lost or hurt themselves, etc. When he finds them, he breifly considers punishing them for running off, but finds their happy expression too much. He settles for an apology hug instead.

Ayato: If he can’t find his S/O right away, he’ll run off and hide somewhere as well. Usually, he goes to a closet so when they walk past he can pull them inside with him and steal a few kisses before they continue on to round two of the game. 

Shu: Believe it or not, he quite enjoys playing the game with his S/O. He’s very sneaky about it, too. He won’t make a noise as he walks, which causes his S/O to think he’s not coming. When their guard is down, he lays one hand on them to elicit a delighted squeal. That cute little noise is his favorite sound.

Mukami

Azusa: Usually, he prefers hiding to seaking. If he struggles to find his S/O, he starts to worry that they’ve run away. Thus, they have to come out of hiding to cuddle him and assure him that they won’t be going anywhere too far away. He likes to hide, but often he can’t contain his excitement when his S/O is near.

Kou: His S/O likes to pretend they’re a cat when they hide, making this his favorite game. They let out little meows to hint at their location, but he’s usually too delighted to locate the noise. They usually don’t finish the game because the two of them end up giggling too much.

Ruki: Before his S/O runs off to hide, they give him the cutest mischievous smirk. He can’t resist, and they know it. When he finds them, he’ll quitely approach and lift them off the ground by their waist. Then, he’ll carry them to his chair, sit them on his lap, and plant kisses all over their skin.

Yuma: The best place for his S/O to hide (or so they think) is underneath something because he’s so tall. They like to watch his large feet stomp past their hiding place. He walks past the spot, only to bend down and surprise them moments later.

Monsta X reaction in finding the tattoos that you’ve been hiding because of work

requested by anon~

hey guys! I hope you guys enjoy this! I wouldn’t be able to post for the rest of the week (maybe) since I’ll be busy with school works. Anyways, I apologize for any misspelled words or wrong grammar. Credits to the owners of these gifs.

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Originally posted by hyungnu

Shownu; You were too preoccupied with the music blasting through the speakers of your phone to notice Shownu coming in the room while you were changing. Hearing a loud gasp, you turned around to see Shownu staring at your buddhist pali incantation tattoo on the small of your back. Shownu was flustered to see you remove your clothes in front of him but he couldn’t rip his eyes off of your tattoo. You knew that one day you had to tell him and that day was today. You explained to him what the tattoo really meant and that you had to hide it because of work. You were expecting him to give a negative response to it but would be surprised when he breaks into a loving smile. He’d pull you into a hug and plant a kiss on your forehead before saying,

Your tattoo’s pretty amazing, jagi. And you’ve also became 10x hotter with those!” 

Originally posted by kihqun

Wonho; You were in your room when Wonho decided to barge in and annoy you. After multiple times of asking you to give him some chocolate, you gave up and walked up to your closet. By the moment your camisole went up when you stretched out your arm to reach the box of chocolate, Wonho would literally squeal in delight. You’d be taken aback by his sudden outburst but would be literally be shook when he grabs you by the waist and study the tattooed numbers on your hips. It was the birthdays of your parents and this thrilled Wonho. Before you could even react, he’d start blabbering stuff like you are so good at hiding these stuff and etc. and etc.  Shin Hoseok would then burst out laughing, running out of the room while telling the members about your tattoo. You’d literally facepalm yourself and go out the room to calm down an enthusiastic Shin Hoseok.

Guys! You won’t believe this! [Y/N], MY BABE, HAS A TATTOO ON HER HIPS!!!!!!!”

“Wonho, calm down–”

“IT’S SO AWESOME GUYS YOU MUST SEE IT!”

Originally posted by shownubot

Minhyuk; Lee Minhyuk was in the midst of playing with your fingers when his eyes landed on your ring finger. There was something hidden under the ring he gave you. He’d casually play with the ring while making sure that you were engrossed with the tv show. Once he sees your inked ring finger, his eyes would widen and a big teasing smile would appear on his face. By the second you notice his smile, you sighed and told him what the tattoo was about. It was the date of your engagement written in Roman Numerals. Minhyuk would be really touched by the thought of having that day written in your ring finger. Without further notice, he’d engulf you to a tight hug before showering you kisses. 

Aww, you’re so sweet babe! Should I also get my ring finger tattooed? But instead of our engagement date, it would be the date of our marriage!”

“Babe–”

“Oh oh! I know, we should get both of our inked! That’d be great, right? Let’s have it inked this Friday!”

Originally posted by kihqun

Kihyun; You were busy moping the floor when Kihyun walked pass you. His eyes were busy wandering when it landed on a specific spot on your wrist. There was a semicolon on the side of your wrist and this was something that he just noticed. He’d stop his tracks and immediately call your attention. Yoo Kihyun would flash a smile smile and would beat around the bush. When he’ll finally gather up the courage to ask you about the semicolon on your wrist, you’d casually explain to him what it means and how you really wanted to show the people that you cared for them. After knowing the meaning to it, he’d nod his head and smile to himself. He’d be totally touched by your story and would be really giddy about it the whole day. Yoo Kihyun would NOT be able to stop himself from asking you questions about it.

So, babe, when did you get it?

“Last year.”

“Was it painful?” “Was the tattoo artist a dude? Man, if that person was a dude….” “Wait, what made you decided to have that inked on your wrist?”

Originally posted by babywoon

Hyungwon; Chae Hyungwon happily listening to you blabbering about how your day was and how the kids gave you flowers and etc. when he noticed the tattoo on your collarbone. You were about to reach for your cup when your loose shirt moved, revealing the tattoo about your mother. His smile would be erased in a snap and his eyes would literally be glued onto your right collarbone. You’d immediately notice where he’s looking at, to which you you’d embarrassingly explain to him how your mom is a big part of your life and you decided to have something about her tattooed on your body to keep you going and whatnots. Hyungwon would be shook for a couple of minute before breaking into a smile. His fingertips would caress the tattoo and he’d be quiet for a couple of minutes.

That’s really… thoughtful of you babe.. I don’t know why but you’re really something…”

Originally posted by kihn

Jooheon; Jooheon volunteered to help you wash up since you were sick and could even barely lift yourself up. Having you stripped off of your clothes, he starts to shampoo you then proceeds in washing you body. In the midst of washing you back, he notices the tattoo on your shoulder blade. He’d stop his tracks and would casually ask you about it. Jooheon wouldn’t be able to rip his eyes off of your tattoo. You told him that it was the moon on the day you were born and the other moon was his. He’d break into a big grin before cupping you by the cheek. He’d be so fascinated and touched by your tattoo. 

Aigoo, you’re so cute jagi. You never fail to amaze me!”

“Babe, can you please continue washing my back?

“I never thought that you’d have the guts to have a tattoo with that kind of job of yours.”

Originally posted by ew-wonho

I.M; Changkyun was busy playing with your hair when he sees the tattoo at the back of your ear. It was an inguz or viking symbol. He’d literally be lost in his thoughts that he’d stop running his fingers on your hair. You’d turn your head and look at him, asking him what’s wrong. He wouldn’t be able to tell you what was bothering him. He’d stutter while finding the right words to say. You would furrow your eyebrows and realize that he saw the tattoo that you’ve always hid. You’d explain him what it means and how much the meaning really inspired you. He’d nod his head and would be silent for a couple of minutes since he’d be busy thinking about it. When he’s out of his own thought, he’d nod and would smile at you, telling you that it really is inspiring.

Babe, it means that where there is a will, there is a way. I got it when I was in my last year of College.”

“Uh-huh…”

> bts reacting to you staining their sheets when you’re period makes a surprise visit

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seokjin ; this mama would be absolutely fine with it, it probably might’ve happened before to be honest whether it was your sheets or his. he’d have no problem, assuring you that it’s fine. jin may be a little ticked off that he has to clean a little more tho.

yoongi ; to be honest, he’d probably make you clean it lmao. to make it worse, he’d tease the heck out of you, making you want to cringe and hide in the darkest corner of your closet.

hoseok ; hobi would be so concerned, not about the stain but about your well being. i think while you excused yourself embarrassedly to use the rest room, he’d run off to his “period kit”, probably full of advil, dark chocolate, etc etc. what boyfriend material ;;

namjoon ; joon would have his blank stare playing, only snapping out of his daze when he hears you apologizing profusely, promising that you’d clean it up and make it up to him for the stain. he’d say it’s alright and that he’d clean it later.

jimin ; would be squish and try to gather all the things to help you with your period. chim would be blushing as he brought you a pad that he probably had stashed a long time ago. ( he was probably teased for having it when one of the members found it knowing them lmao )

taehyung ; legit would be so scared, he probably thought that you were injured or something. such a squish tbh, would take care of you like a princess. there may be cuddles too :)

jungkook ; jk would be so shook lmao. he probably let you do whatever you needed to do about your period and probably google what to do about a period stain. would embarrass you so much by mentioning over and over again oml.

anonymous asked:

I loved your imagine about Jeff being a dad! If you have time please could you do one where he finds out the reader is pregnant but they're still in school and how supportive he is? 😊

I WAS MAKING THIS A HEADCANON AND THEN I ACCIDENTALLY HIT HOME.

JEFF ATKINS AS A DAD

  • You find out before he does, after thinking that you had the flu during winter break
  • When you find out, you freak to your parents. But they reassure you that you can do it.
  • When you tell Jeff, he’s nervous too, but also supportive and excited.
  • He accidentally told Clay during a tutoring session.
  • and Clay told Hannah.
  • They were both excited for you.
  • Eventually you tell the rest of your friend group, who basically protect you from everything and everyone
  • They looked after you in class when Jeff couldn’t.
  • He often touched and talked to your stomach
  • You hide your growing bump by wearing some of Jeff’s clothes.
    • “Is that my shirt?”
    • “Maybe. Maybe not. I’d hope you’d know what’s in your closet.”
  • Jeff would move to the couch some nights so you could sleep comfortably
  • He’d even stock up on the things you’re craving so that way he can sleep through the night.
    • “Jeff, can you run to get me mint chocolate chip ice cream?”
    • “There’s 3 tubs of it in the freezer.”
  • tbh he wouldn’t even lift his head from the pillow.
  • When the baby kicks, you’re at Jess’ party.
  • You were sitting with Jeff when you first felt it.
  • Then everyone felt it.
  • You walked home that night. (gotta protect jeffy at all costs)
  • You’re out of school, relaxing at Jeff’s house when you go into labor.
  • Jeff’s mom helps you get up while Jeff is loading everything in the car.
  • You’re surprised how calm he is.
  • He holds your hand the entire time.
  • He’s so excited when his son enters the world.
  • He holds the baby while you sleep.
  • And talks to him about baseball and monster trucks and other guy stuff (idk i’m not a guy lmao)
  • He also gets up during the night whenever he cries
  • He’d teach your son to play sports
  • You sit on the porch watching them
  • You’re so happy and content with how everything turned out