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27 Dress Code Violations

@jilychallenge 04/2017 | @bantasticbeasts vs @anxiouspotter

Muggle AUs | “i get dress coded so you give me your jacket and we protest unfair regulations for girls together/you sass the teacher about how distracted you are by my shoulders”

Word Count: 2500

special shoutout to @jiilys. solidarity, sister

AO3


i.

She walks into English fifteen minutes late, wearing both a deeply unflattering smock and a scowl. Neither are an especially new look on her.

“Vector,” she says under her breath, as an answer to Mary McDonald’s unspoken question. It’s the answer to every question in the room. Ms Vector is notorious among them all for her very strict adherence to the school’s dress code.

“Yes, Miss Evans’ entrance was very exciting, but I’ll have your attention back to the lesson now, please,” says Ms McGonagall. James snaps back to attention. It’s for the best.

ii.

“Here,” James says, shrugging off his jacket and thrusting it toward Lily. She gives him this look like, fuck off, and James has to bite his tongue to stop from aggravating her. “They’re doing uniform checks up the hall. Just put it on.”

Evans gives him a very strange look, and it takes him a second to realise that it’s neutral.

She looks good in his jacket.

iii. 

Every third dress code violation results in a lunch time detention. It’s only October, and Lily’s already had six. She doesn’t look at James as she takes the seat three ahead and one to the left of him.

iv.

There’s a thump from somewhere in the back of the classroom, and McGonagall isn’t planning on looking up - it sounds like it came from the general vicinity of Potter and Black, and that’s certainly not a situation she wants to engage with - but the entire class is already turned around to see what the fuss is.

She strides down the aisle between the desks, and is about three years past surprised to find James Potter lying on the floor, gazing at the ceiling, glasses knocked aside.

“Am I boring you so much that you decided to take a nap?” she asks, and James gives this wicked smile, and here we go–

“Sorry, Miss, I can’t get up. It’s Evans’ shoulders - they’re overwhelming me. I simply can’t do anything until she covers them up. Sirius, tell me when it’s safe.”

He’s a funny boy, she’ll give him that. “Potter, get up. This is hardly the time for foolishness.”

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Hello - Newt x Reader

Prompt: A little drabble! Soulmate AU where everyone is born with the first words their soulmate says to them tattooed on their wrist. Reader is completely fed up with her quest to find her soulmate, as the only hint she has is the incredibly vague black letters that have always been stamped across her wrist.

Warnings: Swearing, bullying, use of alcohol, harassment and unwanted advances

God, you hated your soulmate tattoo.

What sort of a soulmate tattoo was “hello”? You had detested it your entire life. What vague-ass higher power had decided when they gave you your tattoo to stop at “hello”? How would you know for sure when you met your soulmate? Couldn’t they have elaborated a little bit? Just a few more words? A proper sentence that you could actually recognize your soulmate with? But no, you were stuck with the most common greeting in the English language tattooed permanently into your skin. Hello. What absolute bullshit.

Every time someone greeted you with that simple phrase, your eyes would narrow, you would square your shoulders, and you would spit back the most distinct and unmistakable response you possibly could. You were not going to be the soulmate couple that had “hello” on both of your wrists. Your lucky, lucky soulmate probably had something ridiculous, like “Whatever you say,” or “Did you know that a hippopotamus’s sweat is red?” because you absolutely had to stand out, and you made sure that your replies to “hello” always did. There was no other way to be sure that anyone and everyone who said “hello” to you wasn’t your soulmate.

What a useless tattoo.

All throughout your school years at Ilvermorny, you were completely embarrassed to show people your tattoo. Unfortunately, when your classmates found out, they had great fun sending people you had never spoken to before up to say “hello” to you.

Your reaction was always hilarious, so they kept doing it. Your responses ranged from “Go fuck yourself,” to “Nice try guys, but I’ve already spoken with her before,” to straight up punching one student right in the jaw when he got a little too friendly with his hands as he delivered his “hello”.

You started to feel a little bad for your actual soulmate as your replies increased in hostility. They probably had a particularly colorful quote of yours. “Go to hell,” perhaps, or maybe “Who the fuck put you up to it this time?”

When you graduated, your defensive nature had thankfully melted a little. You had switched to solely offering people fun animal facts whenever they said “hello” to you, and it was far less stressful. “Seahorse mates hold each other’s tails so they don’t lose each other,” was a favorite of yours, as was “Cows have best friends.”

One evening, you were at a bar with your roommates Queenie and Tina, and you were in no mood for advances from anyone. You had decided to date, as many people with soulmates do, just to pass time while you waited for your soulmate to arrive, but your recent significant other had found their soulmate and left you in the dust. It was incredibly depressing, and you just really wanted a drink.

A man waltzed up to you, sliding into the chair beside you and offering a hand to shake. “Hello,” he said with a grin. You looked over at him, as annoyed as you were drunk, and reached out to flip his arm over and look at his wrist.

“Alright, let’s get this over with I’m not in the mood to think of a fun fact,” you grumbled, pulling back his sleeve to look at his wrist.

It wasn’t really with disappointment that you read the words “I’m so sorry I ran over your dog,” in black ink on his wrist, and you patted his hand drunkenly.

“Good luck with that one, buddy,” you slurred, getting to your feet and heading toward the door. He blinked after you, bewildered, and then returned to his drink.

Such was a usual encounter for you, and by the time Tina dragged a certain magizooligist into your home, you were sick and tired of your goddamn animal facts.

“Queenie, (y/n)!” Tina called out to you. You peeked your head around the corner where you were helping Queenie mend dresses, and you saw with a pang of confusion that Tina had brought two men along with her.

Queenie voiced your amazement, grinning and chirping “Teenie! You brought men home!”

You approached your friend, not bothering with the fact that you were clad in only a slip, and you blinked at her in disbelief. “Who are they?”

“This is a no-maj, and this is Mr. Scamander. He’s responsible for his injuries,” Tina said wearily, pointing her finger at the sweaty, overwhelmed man who offered you a disoriented half-smile before fixing his gaze back on Queenie, who giggled.

Mr. Scamander gave you a little wave. “Hello,” he said.

You let out a slow puff of air, your frustration resurfacing as your hand shot forward to grab his wrist. “Merlin’s Beard, just show me the goddamn tattoo,” you grumbled without thinking. You were in total shock when you slipped his sleeve back and found yourself face-to-face with your own words.

You looked up at him with wide eyes, and he looked just as startled. A hush fell over the room, and you felt your face grow hot. “Sorry about that,” you mumbled apologetically, unable to drop your gaze from his.

“That’s quite alright,” he said softly, his lips twitching upward in a small smile. “It’s quite the conversation piece,” he teased, and you found yourself chuckling.

“You had better be worth all the trouble my ridiculous tattoo has caused,” you teased back. The other three people in the room were watching the two of you, completely taken aback.

“I think for the most part people usually find me to be more trouble than I am worth,” he confessed, his eyes sparkling.

You dropped his hand at last, your face red and your heart pounding with embarrassment. “We’ll see about that,”

This is such a silly idea but I had to write it down so here u go

def not my best work but I hope u enjoy!! I literally didn’t even proofread this so it’s probs full of errors and bad transitions but pls enjoy this dumb little drabble!! (two fics in two days, who am I and what have I done with puk)

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Requested by @thing-you-do-with-that-thing​: A Misha x reader x Jensen in which the reader is Misha’s girlfriend, but has a thing for Jensen. Jensen returns the feelings, and they surprise the reader by telling her they’ve shared before.

Word Count: 2100ish

Warning: smut, threesome

A/N: Hope y’all enjoy! XOXO

Misha knows.

You tried to ignore it, and since you realized that wasn’t going to help, you’ve just been trying to hide it. But he knows.

You’ve been caught staring at Jensen one too many times, have laughed too loudly at his jokes, have let yourself text him about silly things in the middle of the night, and now Misha knows.

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The Wolf And His Kitten

Originally posted by startrek-in-the-galaxy

Theo x Reader

Summery: Theo treats his Kitten to a quickie after she points out he’s been a little too busy

Behave. The one rule Theo had given you that morning. It was not eleven fifteen and you’d been given three detentions, caused one of the boys you’d winked at to walk smack into a door and decided that to get the most attention from Theo you should be flirting with Scott McCall.

“That’s amazing!” You giggled a little too loudly, glancing over at Theo who slowly looked up at you, shooting a look that could only be described as your punishment is coming.

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I WAS BLINDSIDED BY THIS OK? THIS IS UNFAIR I WAS NOT PREPARED FOR THIS

FOR KILLIAN JONES SITTING AT HIS DINING TABLE IN HIS HOUSE THAT HE SHARES WITH HIS FUTURE WIFE AND HER SON WHO IS PRACTICALLY HIS OWN SON AND WAITING FOR HIM 

AND HE IMMEDIATELY STARTS TALKING TO HENRY ABOUT MISSIONS AND SUCH BUT LOL HIS EYES ARE LIKE CHECKING TO SEE IF EMMA ISN’T HERE ALREADY

AND HIM TALKING ABOUT THE WOOKIE PRISONER GAG LIKE HE’S SO CUTE BUT HE’S TRYING TO BE SERIOUS AND LOL THAT TIME ON THE NAUTILUS

WAS A MISHAP MORE THAN A MISSION LOL FUCKING HENRY IS SO FUCKING WONDERFUL OK? AND I CAN HEAR THE EMMA SWAN IN HIM IN THIS 

LOOK AT THEM STANDING IN THEIR HOUSE TOGETHER WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS

AND THIS MOMENT LIKE THE FUCKING WE’VE BEEN THROUGH A LOT TOGETHER HAVEN’T WE?

AND HENRY IS SO FUCKING GREAT AND HE LIKES KILLIAN TOO AND THEY’RE ALL A FAMILY AND I AM EMOTION

BUT OK LOOK MY FAVOURITE PART ABOUT THIS IS THAT KILLIAN IS BEING ALL SERIOUS BECAUSE IT IS TOTALLY A BIG DEAL BUT ALSO BECAUSE HE’S A DORK AND 

WHEN HE SEES THE LOOK ON HENRY’S FACE LIKE OMFG REALLY? BECAUSE HENRY GETS THAT IT’S A BIG DEAL TOO,

THE SMILE ON HIS DAMNED FACE KILLS ME OK? BECAUSE HE FUCKING LOVES THIS KID TOOOOOO

THE. WEDDING. RINGS. KILLIAN JONES AND EMMA SWAN ARE GETTING MARRRRIEDDDDDD AHHHHHH

AND LOL ALL THIS GUARD THIS WITH YOUR LIFE STUFF

YOUR MOTHER WILL KILL YOU WHAT A FUCKING DORKKKK

AND WHEN EMMA SHOWS UP, THE BOTH OF THEM TRYING TO HIDE THINGS IS FUCKING HILARIOUS BECAUSE HENRY JUST STUFFS THE RINGS IN HIS JACKET AND KILLIAN DOESN’T EVEN MEET EMMA’S EYES LOLOL

AND THIS FUCKING FACE BECAUSE SHE’S JUST AMUSED AF LIKE SUUUURE, YOU’RE NOT HIDING ANYTHING BUT ALSO SHE DOESN’T GIVE A FUCK WHAT IT IS BECAUSE IT’S OBVIOUSLY TO DO WITH THE WEDDING WHICH IS TOMORROW AND AHHHHHHH

LOOK. AT. THIS. PERFECTION. THIS FAMILY. IN THEIR HOUSE. WHERE THEY LIVE. FUCK EVERYTHING. *THROWS THINGS*

SEE YOU TOMORRRRROWWWWWW SO LIKE AT SOME POINT KILLIAN TOLD HENRY ABOUT HIS PLANS AND EVERYTHING AND I JUST LOVE THAT THEY TALK OUTSIDE OF EMMA TOO AND IT MAKES ME SO HAPPY THAT HENRY AND KILLIAN HAVE A RELATIONSHIP FUCK ME UP

YOU. LIVE. HERE. SHE SAYS. YOU LIVE HERE. WHERE ARE YOU GOING, MISTER? YOU FUCKING LIVE HERE WITH ME IN OUR HOUSE.

AND KILLIAN’S FACE WHEN HE’S LIKE WELL DUH. OFC I LIVE HERE. THE EASE OF THIS EXCHANGE ALONE KILLED ME FUCKING DEAD. I HAVE NO WORDS FOR HOW MUCH I LOVE THAT THEY’RE JUST SO CASUALLY TALKING ABOUT HOW KILLIAN LIVES HERE WITH EMMA SWAN WHO HE LOVES AND WHO LOVES HIM

LOLOL I LOVE HIS FUCKING FACE AND HIS DUMB SUPERSTITION BELIEVING

AND FROM THE LOOKS OF IT, SO DOES EMMA SWAN. GODDAMN SHE’S SO BEAUTIFUL AND SHE LOVES HIM SO MUCH

A SEAFARING MAN HE SAYS AND I DIE A LOT. FUCK HIM AND HIS VOICE AND HIS WORDS AND HOW MUCH HE LOVES HER

AND HOW SHE LOOKS AT HIM

BECAUSE THEY DON’T NEED ANOTHER STITCH OF BAD LUCK AND I AM CRYING RN BECAUSE LOOK AT HOW SHE LOOKS AT HIM BECAUSE IT’S SO FUCKING AFFECTIONATE, IT HURTS ME IN MY HEART PLACE

AND THEN, THEN, THE MOMENT THAT HAS GOT ME LYING PRONE ON MY FLOOR RN, AFTER TOMORROW, THERE’LL BE NO GETTING RID OF ME. 

AND THE WAY SHE’S LIKE PROMISE? IS SO ADORABLE AND LIKE SHE’S TEASING HIM AND BUT ALSO SHE MEANS IT AND HAVE YOU EVER SEEN EMMA SWAN BE THIS ADORABLE BEFORE? SHE FUCKING LOVES HIM AND TRUSTS HIM AND IS VULNERABLE WITH HIM FUCK ME UP

AND THIS BUTT AND HIS AYES AND THE PROMISES IN HIS SMILE AND THE SINCERITY IN HIS EYES 

WHY ARE YOU TWO LIKE THIS?! WHY WHY WHY DO YOU DO THIS TO ME YOU DUMDUMS

AND FUCKING WHO LOOKS AT A PERSON LIKE THIS AFTER THEY KISS THEM? WHO DARES TO LOOK THIS CUTE AND HAPPY AND EXCITED AND WHOOOO

GUYS GUYS, *whispers* i think she loves him

I MEAN LOOK AT THIS DORK

GUYS I THINK SHE LOVES HIM. I THINK SHE WANTS TO MARRY HIM. I THINK SHE WANTS TO KISS HIM A LOT AND ALL THE TIME.

THEY’RE GONNA GET MARRRIEDDDD AND LIKE FUCK ME IF I AM ANY SORT OF GRACEFUL OR EVEN BARELY HUMAN ABOUT THAT SITUATION WHEN ARRIVES BECAUSE LOOK AT ME RN I AM A FULL ON MESS WTF

HELPP

Delta (Bucky Barnes x Reader) Pt. 9  A/B/O ❤️

A/N: Okay this ones gonna be emo to the extremo and que the crying *bursts into tears* But its a good emo nontheless! I hope you guys like it! ENJOY! - Delilah ❤️


“Dad would be rolling over in his grave right now.”

You scoffed, standing up straight. It didn’t really help that he was practically a foot taller than you still. However, you didn’t give a single damn anymore. Even though he was an alpha, he was a complete jerk and still your brother. He made sure you knew both of those.

“Well,” you argued. “I don’t really care what he thinks. This is his fault.”

“You didn’t answer my question.” He completely ignored your last statement. Maybe it’s best that he didn’t elaborate on that. You’d probably get a slap.

“Because it’s none of your business, Gambit.” You were really pushing it now. By law, he could kill you if he wanted to. You were an nonbonded delta, which really bad on your end.

“Well according to this,” he demurred, holding up a printed copy of the waiver. “It’s very much my business.”

You scowled. You had ten trillion nerves in your body, yet he managed to get on every single one of them. You absolutely despised him, especially now that you were positive he was going to rip up that paper and walk away laughing. Just like three years ago.

Remy looked down at the paper in his hands, rereading the words. For a split second, you felt the spark of hope inside your heart. Maybe he was a changed man? You hoped he was, you could really use some good karma right now.

“New Orleans is really nice this time around,” he said under his breath. He turned over the paper, reading your father’s signature. Your brows furrowed in confusion. What was he on about now?

“Okay…” you responded, your eyes narrowing with suspicion. Where was he getting at?

“I think it’s best if you come home with me.” he confessed, looking up at you with a completely serious expression. Your eyes nearly shot out of your head as you processed the words. Was he drunk again? Or just completely fucking insane?

You weren’t going anywhere with him! You had a life here, a promising future and an amazing father to your child. Tony was like a father to you, and Pepper? You couldn’t leave her. She was your closest friend besides Peter. Did he really expect you to just be totally okay with this?

“Are you crazy?” you exclaimed. You took a step backwards, putting some much needed distance between you. If he wanted to take you, he had every right by law. You hated those damn laws, they were extremely unfair and borderline dictating. Remy took a step forward.

“Y/N, you and I both know it’s true.” he reasoned. “Three years since I’ve seen you and you went and got yourself knocked up by some deadbeat alp-”

“Do not talk about him like that!” You spat, raising your voice twice as loud. You pointed an accusing finger at him. This time you stepped forward. “He is a good man. Twice the man you are!”

He didn’t take too kindly to that at all.

“I’ve had it with this damn attitude of yours!” Remy spat, stalking towards you. You let out a squeak and backed away faster, trying to put as much distance between the two of you as possible; but alas, he was twice the size of you.

He reached out, extending his hand to grab onto your arm. “You’re coming home NOW!”

Before his hand landed on yours, a metal one wrapped around his and jerked it upwards.

“She’s not going anywhere,” Bucky replied calmly. “Especially not with you.”


When the head of ABO Registration arrived, he brought an entire swat team with him, which was totally unnecessary. Word go out that there was not only a delta in the Stark tower, but one that was scheduled to be sterilized as well. When you didn’t show up for the procedure, things hit the roof.

Alexander Pierce was the current head of the ABO Registration. Tony literally had no idea how he came to be in that position, as the guy was a total snake, but nevertheless, he was here with the entire New York swat team.

Why were things always going this way for Tony? Was it that time he accidentally ran over that squirrel with his tricycle when he was ten? Or when he ditched his first girlfriend at prom? It was probably the latter.

When Pierce entered the lobby, he most likely expected Tony standing there in one of his fashionable suits, smart mouthing him to no end. But the absolute last thing he expected was to see the entire Avengers suited up and ready for him.

It threw him way off guard, and off his game.

“So, I take it you didn’t come for milk and cookies?” Tony asked. The helmet of his suit retracted, revealing his face. Peirce scoffed, taking a step forward himself.

“Don’t play dumb, Stark. Where is she?”

Tony raised his eyebrows, giving the man a shrug. “Where’s who? Pepper? She’s right over there.”

Pepper placed her hands on her hips, making the mechanical sounds of her suit shift. Yeah, Tony just had to make his girl one. Although, she didn’t really like being called Iron Lady, so he just stuck with PottBot300 instead, much to her annoyance.

“Or we have the lovely Black Widow over here,” Tony stepped to the side, revealing a smirking Natasha. She cocked her gun threateningly, glaring daggers into Pierce’s head.

“And we’ve got Wanda, too, if you’re looking for her.” Wanda smirked, her eyes glowing a bright crimson as she stared at each of the swat team members.

“Stop your bullshit, Stark. I can shut this entire show down right now if you don’t comply. You know the law.” Pierce clenched his fists angrily. The man shifted his weight onto his other foot, gritting his teeth.

“You’re gonna shut this down?” Tony asked, raising an eyebrow. He turned around, pointing towards the group of people behind him. “Because I’ve got a group of highly trained lady warriors here, along with these other guys,” he waved towards the male members.

Bruce, who was now in full Hulk form, cracked his knuckles. Sam expanded his wings. Clint raised his bow and arrow from his spot on the balcony above. Thor twirled his hammer, eyeing the men. Steve gripped his shield tightly, holding it in front of him.

“So you go ahead and try to shut this down. I dare you.”

The entire swat team began slowly backing away, giving each other looks of concern. There was no way they could take them. Even if Pierce decided to try it, they wouldn’t listen to them. Risking their lives for a single delta? That was completely inane.

“The delta,” Pierce spoke. “She needs to come with me.”

“Well, you’re not getting her so I suggest you move along before it gets ugly.” Tony warned.

“Unless the waiver is sign-”

“We’re searching for her brother,” Pepper spoke up. “He’s the only one that can sign it. We just need some time.”

Pierce looked back to Tony. His eyes narrowed, contemplating his next move. Tony really didn’t want to wreck his lobby again. That last time when Bruce accidentally hulked out caused so much damage and he really liked how his lobby looked at the moment.

“You have twenty four hours,” Pierce addressed, turning on his heel. “Any second over that and all of you are getting prison time. Millionaire playboy or not.”  

Tony let out a sigh of relief. He’d get to keep his lobby after all.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Don’t let the door hit you on the way out!” He called as the men began exiting the building. He was so done with today. Now, he just needed to find you and Barnes.

As everyone began headed towards the elevator, they were met with the sound of Peter’s curses.

“You guys!” he exclaimed, landing from his web. His uniform was tangled in random places and  his mask was completely inside out. “Sorry I’m late, nobody woke me from my nap!”

Everyone stared at him with raised eyebrows.

Someone let out a snort.

“Wait, where’d all the bad guys go?” he asked, scratching his head as he looked around the lobby.


“Bucky,” you peered up at him, giving him a small reassuring smile. “This is my brother, Remy.”

Both of the men glared at each other. You stood beside them both, your eyes shooting between the two men rapidly. This was not how you imagined this going at all. They looked like they were going to tear each other’s throats out.

“So you’re the baby daddy,” Remy spoke, eyeing Bucky up and down. You rolled your eyes. This was so embarrassing. You felt like a teenager introducing your high school sweetheart to your father. Remy would be a terrible dad.

“And you’re the deadbeat brother,” Bucky retorted with a tight sarcastic smile. You closed your eyes. This wasn’t going to go well. You placed your hand on Bucky’s bicep, rubbing it comfortingly.

Remy picked up on the gesture and frowned.

Before anymore words could be exchanged, you heard the familiar mechanics of the Iron Man suit behind you. You spun around, ready to explain to Tony that you were fine and that no, you weren’t being kidnapped by anyone.

But instead, you were met with a very confused Pepper Potts in her very own suit. When the heck did she even get one? And why didn’t she tell you she had it?

“Y/N!” she sighed with relief. “We might have found your bro- who is this?”

You sighed, rubbing your temples. You wanted to keep this as low key as possible, but if Pepper knew now, everyone would. It was only a matter of time. “Pepper, this is my brother Remy.” you explained. “Remy, this is Pe-”

“Pepper Potts,” Remy charmed, reaching out and gently grabbing her metal hand. He placed a small kiss onto it. She gave him a small, polite smile before pulling her hand away. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Your eye twitched as you watched the two in front of you. Bucky wrapped your hand in his, gently tugging you forward. “C’mon doll,” he said, wrapping his arm around you when you got closer.

“I think it’s time Remy and I had a chat. Alone.”


“My sister isn’t some alpha chew toy,” Remy chided as he stared at the brown haired man in front of him.

He leaned back into his seat as he fiddled with the card in his hand.

“I never treated her like one.” Bucky bit back, his blue eyes staring into his red ones.

Steve could practically feel the level of tension building in the room. The blond stood beside Bucky, nudging his best friend with his elbow. Whether they liked it or not, they had to bite their tongue for this one. For your sake at least. Besides, if things turned out okay with you and Bucky, he would end up being Bucky’s brother in law. He wasn’t exactly astounded by that information.

Remy flipped one of the cards over, showing Bucky the queen of hearts. “I don’t see why, but my sister seems to like you a lot, James.” he flipped it over again, but this time it was the king of spades. Bucky cringed at the sound of his first name.

“I like her, too.” Bucky replied, his eyes watched as Remy flipped the card again, only for it to be the ace of clubs. “More than I should.”

The younger man paused, his eyes flickering up at Bucky from across the table. He studied his face, searching for something, yet Bucky had no idea what.  With a smirk, he placed the card down in front of Bucky.

“Okay, Barnes,” he began. “Let’ s make a little bet, alright?”

Bucky paused, his eyes flickering between him and the card on the table. He didn’t really want to play cards with Gambit of all people. With a sigh he nodded. He really didn’t have a choice at the moment.

“On the other side of this card is going to be one of two things,” Remy explained. “If it’s the queen of hearts, then I’ll sign the waiver and you and Y/N can be on your way living happily ever after.”

Bucky’s eyes flickered between the card and Remy, narrowed with suspicion. “And if it’s not?”

“If you get the Ace of spades, Y/N comes home with me.”

Immediately, Bucky’s heart began to race. There was no way in hell he was letting you out of his sight, even if that meant your brother had to go. It was a sinister thought, but it’s one that Bucky would gladly bring to reality if the worst case scenario played out. You wanted to stay in New York, it was your home now. He wasn’t going to let Remy ruin that for you. Especially for the baby.

Reluctantly, Bucky reached forward with his metal hand and slid the card back towards himself. His adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed nervously. Closing his eyes, he flipped the card over.

Queen of hearts.

Bucky let out a giant breath, his eyes staring down at the card. Steve let out a chuckle, clapping his best friend on the shoulder. His eyes wandered to your brother, expecting to see a glare or any sign of disapproval. But instead, all he got was a small smile. It didn’t reach his eyes, but it was genuine.

As much as Bucky was shocked, he was a bit suspicious. He hoped Remy wouldn’t pull out a gun and blast the two away.

“Well, it’s looks as though I’ve lost this time,” Remy sighed, but Bucky could sense the warmness behind it. “I’ll sign whatever you put in front of me.”

Somehow, Bucky Barnes had managed to beat Gambit in cards, all while saving his girl as well.


You sat between Pepper and Wanda, clutching their hands so tight, you thought they would snap off. For some inane reason, you agreed to let your brother and Bucky speak alone, which was totally eating away at you right now. The entire time, the same thought ran through your head.

What if Remy refuses?

The last thing you wanted was for any kind of confrontation or for Bucky to get hurt. You prayed that the two would be able to talk this out and be rational human beings. Deep down inside, however, you knew that Bucky wouldn’t take no for an answer and you would probably end up murdering your brother if he touched him. You wanted your baby to have a father and if you had to strangle your brother to give his consent, then so be it.

Pregnant or not, you were staying with Bucky.

“It’s going to be fine, Y/N.” Wanda assured you, giving your hand a squeeze.

“If he tries anything, I’ll cut his balls off.” Nat smirked from her spot on the couch.

That made you smile. Nat would probably take care of everything if she had to. Even though the two of you spent a heat together, you still considered her one of your close friends. You made a mental note to never tell your future child that you slept with auntie Nat.

“They’re probably giving each other manicures,” Tony teased from next to Pepper. You could see her elbow him.

The door opened, making everyone perk up. You stood, holding the two women’s hands tightly.

A million things ran through your mind that second, precisely a million. But all of those things subsided as soon as you caught a glimpse of Bucky grinning like the little dork he was.

You cried out as he ran to you, scooping you up into a giant hug. Tears began pooling in your eyes. This was finally over. You nuzzled your face into his neck, inhaling his scent. You wanted to stay this way forever. You could finally live your life without any more unnecessary bumps in the road. Everyone let out whistles as you two hugged, earning a blush from you and a giant grin from Bucky.

You could hear someone clear their throat loudly, instantly causing the room to go silent again.

Remy stood in the doorway awkwardly, peering over at you from afar. You patted Bucky on the shoulder. Taking the hint, he gently set you down on the ground and released you. Giving his hand a gentle squeeze, you pulled away from Bucky and made your way towards your brother.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” Remy asked you as you stood in front of him. You looked back at the group of people, taking in each and every one of their faces. When you got to Bucky, you couldn’t help but feel your heart swell.


“Positive.” You replied giving him a smile. Remy nodded, placing a hand on top of your head and rustling your hair lovingly. You crinkled your nose, swatting his hands away from you.

Without thinking, you leaned in, gathering him into a hug with your arms. Honestly, it surprised the two of you. At first he tensed up, his arms twitching at his sides as you held him. But after a few seconds, you felt his arms around you.

Before you could pull away, Remy leaned down so that he was near your ear.

“C'est une fille.” he whispered.

Your eyes grew wide as he pulled away. You watched, completely flabbergasted as he walked away.

“See you around, Y/N.” he called over his shoulder, just like before.  

This time, instead of tears, all you could do was smile.


Remy sat in the airplane seat quietly. Small beads of rain splattered against the window as he read the words from the letter in his hands. He sniffled, fighting back the tears that threatened to fall from his eyes.

Remy,

If you’re reading this, your mother and I are long gone by now. Words cannot express how proud I am of the of you and your sister. I may not be around to see the amazing things you both accomplished, but I want you to know, that no matter what life throws at you, you’re a Y/L/N and capable of so amazing things.

If you’re reading this, this means that in the mail you received a copy of the Delta Sterilization document that I signed, which means that if any circumstance your sister was to become pregnant, she would be immediately sterilized.

I want you to know that I did not want this for Y/N, but I had no choice. The real reason for this decision, is far more complex.

The both of you have always been cross with one another, even as children. But now, I need you to put your differences aside, for your mother and I’s sake. You will both need each other, regardless of the differences. The thing I wanted most wanted in this world was to see both put aside your differences and accept each other as family and that at the end of the day, you both are all each other has now.

You might have noticed that when I signed the document, I refused to sign my full name. I did this so that the choice would be in your hands when the time comes. Please, for your mother and I’s sake, sign the waiver. It would mean the world to your sister. It will not only show that that you care about her, but that you respect her status in this world as well. It will be the ultimate act of kindness from your end.

I know it seems cruel to lie to her and it might change her view of me from now on. To believe that I would so such a thing out of spite. But it’s a sacrifice I am more than willing to make for the sake of my kids.

I love you both so much, never forget that.

Dad.

He set the letter down on his lap, taking in his father’s words.

“Babe?” a small, feminine voice pulled him out of his thoughts. Remy turned his head, giving the woman a grin.

“Are you okay?” she asked, noticing his changed mood. He nodded, pecking the woman on the cheek. He collected the small strand of white hair that fell in front of her face and placed it behind her ear.

“I’m fine, Marie,” he said softly. She giggled and rested her head on his shoulder. Remy wrapped his arm around his fiance, placing his hand on her very swollen stomach.  

“I’m just fine.”


-FIN!

Before you freak out, this is not the end lol! It’s just the end for Remy as we know it (; there is still three more chapters to go you guys!!

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Meant to Be - Part One: SOS

All Parts

Pairing: jamilton (Hamilton x Jefferson)

Request: Soulmate AU – When soulmates draw on themselves, it appears on the other’s skin as well.

Tagging: @elenarte @empyrealsakaki

Word Count: 1723

Warnings: swearing, anxiety, mentions of death, bullying

A/N: Whoops I think this is going to turn into a series… enjoy!


The first time Alexander Hamilton had ever spoken to his soulmate, he was seven years old, living on Nevis with his mother. He had written a poem on his wrist, hoping that whoever his perfect match was would read it. His soulmate had written back, That was a terrible poem. But thank you.

They’d talked every day from then on. Alex had learned to love this nameless, faceless person. When Alex was feeling vulnerable or anxious, he would write SOS on his arm, and his soulmate would begin to draw happy little doodles on his arm to cheer him up. It always worked.

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Done Chapter 1: Not a Joke

Langst fic based off this idea here

to read it on a03

Chapter 2 / Chapter 3


He couldn’t even remember the final words that did it. They were just like the others he’d heard over and over for months, he hardly thought it mattered. Lance didn’t care anymore anyways. What did it matter, he got the point he wasn’t a part of them, how they said it didn’t change that.

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anonymous asked:

did sunggyu really get kicked in the face?! i hear he broke ribs and now he wont promote with infinite in may and i'm so upset but i need to be told clear. you always make sense so please explain to me!

Time to address the rumours that are flying around and bust them, ‘cause here are the facts:

Yes, Sunggyu has hurt his ribs. He has a small stress fracture on them. (source) Strangely, I have experienced the same injury before, and believe me I got it while doing something equally as dumb as he was. It can take something pretty insignificant to do it, because the human body is sometimes fragile! Stress fractures can often come about from the body being under physical strain for long periods of time, which is why they are common in athletes. 

He did not get the injury as a direct result of being ‘kicked in the face’ by anyone. Sunggyu was playing a game with a member of GOT7 during Singderella and he slipped off the bar and landed awkwardly. The member of GOT7 (I think it was Jinyoung) was not at fault and immediately checked to see if Sunggyu was okay. You can see the clip here

Usual recovery time for an injury like this is 4-6 weeks rest, with light exercise after the first initial few weeks. This is something that needs to be healed naturally and so the most important thing is resting it. (source)

INFINITE are pushing back their comeback schedule due to the injury - they are not going to promote without Sunggyu. Woollim have said: “It is not a fixed schedule… Sunggyu’s recovery is our main focus.” (source)

The comeback MV will be altered to account for his injury. The dance parts will not be included because he cannot take part in the choreography at the moment. Instead, the MV will be drama-based. (source) This is likely due to the MV shoot already being scheduled and having already been shot in parts. If they have already booked studio time and staff, this will be hard to rearrange. 

I really hope this clears some stuff up and that everyone stops freaking out. Sunggyu will recover, as long as Woollim allow the right amount of time - and it seems they are doing all they can to ensure he has time to rest. There is no reason at all to be laying the blame on other people - either on the show, or on the GOT7 member he was playing the game with. Accidents happen all the time (just look at Hoya’s ankle injury from dance and Woohyun’s arm injury from a minor car accident) and sometimes when you are putting your body under physical strain a lot (like idols do) it makes the chances of getting an injury like this one higher

(FAO @becuzgyu because I know you were worried)

Sports Bras and Trench Coats

Request: Could you do one where the reader is the Winchester’s little (half) sister and she stays behind on hunts to do research and what not. But she also does stuff like yoga while her brothers are gone and Cas comes to check on her and she’s still in her yoga clothes so it leads to smutty goodness and both them confessing their feelings or something like that

Pairing: Castiel x Reader

Warnings: Smut, lanugage, oral (female receiving), slight dom!cas, ehh and some orgasm denial, it’s just very smutty okay?

Word Count: 1.9k

Originally posted by castielthesoldierofgod

You were stretching, getting ready to do your morning yoga when your phone rang. Every time you were getting ready to do something for yourself your phone rang. Everytime.

“Hey Sammy.” You tried not to sound annoyed.

“Okay, so, this isn’t a werewolf.” he said right away.

“What? How do you know?”

“Hearts aren’t missing, they’re just…placed somewhere else.”

You sighed, knowing you were going to have to do the research for this one, not that you really minded, you just wish that your brothers didn’t need you at the exact moment you were getting ready to do something else.

“Okay, I’ll look it up.”

“Thanks, Y/N, you’re the best.” he told you.

“I know,” you said before hanging up.

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were-what-killed-the-dinosaurs  asked:

that driving/walking to school when its freezing prompt w evan/connor! evan's the driver and connor is super stubborn and refuses to get in the car but evan finally bribes him to. when connor gets in, evan starts driving and he's literally the slowest, most careful driver ever and connors like jfc dude stop driving 25 in a 30. at least fucking go 40! (bc connor drives like double the speed limit at all times). feel free to pick and choose what you want from this idea!

Full prompt: “I drive to school and you walk and I drive past you everyday and it’s below freezing and you’re still walking please just get in the damn car I’ll drive you” AU

Hmmm should we call this fic “the time that evan drives just like em”? Nah haha

Thank you so much for this prompt!! im assuming that you read the tags on the prompt au, which makes me really happy cause wow!!! someone actually read that stuff!!! thank you!!! i hope you enjoy!! And!! Im posting another version of this with connor driving and you can read it here !!

And i changed the prompt slightly, they are going home from school :)))))))))))

(side note i have a thing for connor cursing all of the time like every thought has a curse in it and im so sorry for this)

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It was fucking cold. Connor pulled his hoodie around himself tighter. It wasn’t providing much warmth. Walking the two miles home from school was usually a treacherous walk, but in the dead of winter it felt nearly impossible. It wasn’t snowing at the moment, but there was still grey slush that was currently seeping into Connor’s shoes. Fuck. It was cold. Connor could practically imagine Zoe driving in her car, warm and having fun. Fuck her. No, not really, but Connor would hold this grudge for hopefully the rest of his life.

Zoe deemed it more necessary to drive her girlfriend around and make out with her in some parking lot than to drive her own brother home. In the snow. Family was real important in the Murphy family.

A car that was way too close to the curb drove by, making even more slush spray all over Connor. How fucking perfect.

In short, this has not been a good day.

A car honked next to him, startling Connor out of his thoughts. A old Mazda sedan, the ugliest shade of green he had ever seen was pulling over. Connor gripped the sleeves of his hoodie tighter. Is this some rapist coming to kill me? Is this it?

The window rolled down, revealing the driver. Connor let out a sigh of relief- he wasn’t going to get raped and killed. It was Evan Hansen.

Evan leaned across his seat.

“You need a ride?” That was a dumb question. Here Connor was, soaked with slush, and freezing his ass off, and Evan comes and asks him if he needs a ride?

“Hell no.” Evan frowned, obviously not expecting that answer. Connor almost laughed at the comical look on Evan’s face.

“Why not? You look miserable out there.” Evan finally said, his voice sounding uncertain.

“That is very true, my friend.” Connor was angry at the world, and he was taking it out on Evan. The boy didn’t seem to have realized this yet.

“So-” Evan made the word much longer than it needed to be. “Why don’t you just get into the car? It’s much warmer in here.”

“Cause I don’t want too. Plus, you probably have crap music in there.” Connor did in fact want to get into the car, but he was stubborn. Part of him wanted Evan to force him into the car, because then Evan would have to get out of the car, and Evan had a cute butt.

So what? Connor thought that Evan was cute. Really cute.

Evan squinted his eyes at the taller boy, and it was then that Connor realized that he was inching closer and closer to the car, and he was standing right outside of the door at this point.

“What type of music do you like?” Connor had lost track of the conversation when he was thinking about Evan’s butt.

“What?” He responded stupidly.

“What type of music do you like? I might have some CD or something in here.” Evan leaned across the center console and opened up the compartment in front of the passenger seat. Connor wasn’t that surprised when nothing fell out- everything about the car was neat and tidy. Evan pulled out a CD carrier and held it out. “If you see something you like in there, get in the car.” Connor thought about it for a few moments. Evan’s arm shook from holding the heavy case with one hand. After a few painful seconds, Connor took the case.

Connor flipped through it, surprised by what he found. Alanis Morissette, Weezer, Nirvana, pretty much a bunch of 90s rock music. Exactly what he didn’t expect from Evan. Connor located one of his favorite Green Day albums and got in the car.  Evan smiled at Connor while Connor put his seatbelt on, and grabbed the CD carrier back.

“Who did you choose?”

“Green Day. Dookie.”

Evan silently put in the CD and started the car up again. They sat in silence while Evan pulled out of the side of the road. It took approximately ten seconds for Connor to get annoyed again.

“You drive like a old man.” He commented. Evan quickly looked at Connor, but then back at the road.

“What do you mean?”

“Evan, the speed limit is 30. You are going 15. Please, for the love of god, go faster.” Connor said, starting to bop his head to the music.

“How fast would you go in a situation like this?”

“Probably 45.” Connor responded confidently, enjoying the look of shock on Evan’s face.

“That is triple what I am going!” Evan cried out, slowing down even more. Thank god no one was behind them.

“You are right, my grandfather drives faster than you.” Evan glared at him.

“I am giving you a ride, but I am not afraid to shove you to the curve again.”

“That wouldn’t be necessary, Evan.” Connor said, grinning. “This is my house.” Evan stopped suddenly, jerking the car. Connor unbuckled his seat belt, leaned across the center console, and gave Evan a kiss on the cheek. “See you tomorrow at the end of school! Keep the CD in there!”

Connor jumped out of the car, laughing to himself as he saw Evan blush and fluster. As he walked towards his house, he heard Evan start to drive away at what seemed to be the slowest speed possible. Connor turned around and waved one last time before going into his house.

Best Gift (Tom Holland Imagine)

I know my last imagine was a Tom Holland one too. But today is my baby’s birthday, so I had to do a birthday imagine. I just had to. 

If you haven’t wished Tom a Happy Birthday, then please do! This boy honestly deserves the world.

This was inspired by a request that was submitted to me. I accidentally deleted the request (I’m so sorry to whoever requested for it).  I, however, changed the people in the request. You’ll have to read it to understand. 

I’m also sorry that this is complete shit. Sorry for my potty mouth.

Requests are open (just bear with me)

I hope you enjoy!


You were exhausted to say the least. In your head you were practicing a lot of things. For example, your lecture to Harrison about butting into people’s lives and making you jump onto a plane to head to LA, where he and Tom were spending the latter’s 21st birthday. 

In your head was also how the situation was going to play out. You’d imagine the two just walking in, all happy and probably a tad tipsy from drinking considering he’s legal in the US. Then he’s see you sitting on one of the beds. Then anger would boil his blood. And he’d probably go berserk and attack you. Then the two of him would have to spend the night of his birthday hiding your body. 

You shook your head. Tom isn’t a violent guy. That would never happen. In truth, you didn’t know what you were thinking when you let the most wonderful guy walk away. But now, here you are. Sitting alone in his empty hotel room, waiting for him to come back so you can ask him to be yours again. 

Harrison knew how hurt you both were. He was there through Tom’s late night cries and his daily nostalgic routine. When he called you the first night of your break up to yell at you for breaking Tom’s heart, to his surprise, you were bawling your eyes out too. You were both completely broken.

And he was determined to fix that. 

Haz was on the phone all morning with Tom’s family members. He wanted to make today memorable for Tom, but they were fresh out of ideas. That is until Paddy suggested to call you. And that’s exactly what Harrison did. 

You were reluctant to go. You would be skipping out on work and spontaneously flying to the States all because it was your ex’s birthday. Not to mention, what if groveling for forgiveness doesn’t pan out? Had you jeopardized your job for nothing?

Suddenly the doorknob had wiggled. Your breath hitched in your throat and you felt your heart drop. This could go in two ways: you crying your eyes out because Tom rejected you or you dead in an instant. You shook your head again. Tom wouldn’t kill you.

“And I have one more birthday present for you, mate.” Harrison announced as Tom glumly responded with okay. “Look, man, you gotta pull yourself together. Maybe she can help.”

“You make it sound like a hooker’s in here-” Tom lightly chuckled as he entered the room behind Haz. “(Y/)- (Y/N)?” His voice cracked, tears shining in his eyes. Tom took your appearance in. You looked tired and-well- sad. Your eyes were puffy and red and full of sadness. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m not a hooker, but happy birthday, Tommy.” You whispered, tears unexpectedly falling from your face. “I love you.” 

You thought he’d walk out or scream at you. But he did no such thing. Tom stood there staring at you in awe for a few seconds before rushing over to you and crushing you in a hug. 

“Is this real life?” He muttered, you felt his tears falling from his eyes. 

“Yes, babe it is. I love you so much. I’m so dumb for letting you go.” You cried. 

Harrison smiled in the corner of the room watching the scene unfold. Tom and you just held each other in silence as you cried. 

“I love you, too.” Tom whispered back as you both pulled away from each other. He looked over to your mutual friend. “That’s the Best Gift, man.” 


OMG I’m sorry it sucks. I have not gotten used to writing on Tumblr. I’m so used to writing for assignment. I don’t know how to write well anymore! I’m crying! UGH 

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It’s an experiment in limitations, unofficially titled how drunk is too drunk for a person who doesn’t do the drunk thing. The mistake had been in thinking that a few extra drinks would do nothing more than loosen a few of Neil’s strings. Andrew had forgotten to consider the unfortunate side effect, that alcohol amplifies natural tendencies, and so as soon as Neil hits one too many, he takes the opportunity to thoroughly roast all of his teammates (with the exception of Andrew, who spends the evening braced for it anyway).

The non-monsters plus Nicky (and baby Foxes, whose existence Andrew ignores on principal) only egg him on, while Neil remains oblivious to the fact that they’re exceedingly entertained and not mortally wounded, like he intends. It’s a mess that Andrew watches silently from the kitchen, carefully nursing his own drink, while making sure Neil doesn’t do or say anything irreversibly stupid, or there would be additional messes for Andrew to clean in the morning.

It’s all well and good, fun and games, no one quite loses an eye, but Neil trips over a chair leg on his merry way to assault Kevin and goes sprawling on the carpet instead, amid a laughing (but concerned) chorus of fellow drunkards.

“Ow.”

Baby.

Neil rolls onto his back and claps a hand to his forehead, even though it was not his head that he hit, but most everything else.

Relinquishing the stormy hold he has on the empty kitchen, Andrew crosses the living room to loom over Neil, unimpressed and ignoring the triumphant cheers and disappointed groans as money exchanges hands behind them. (The game: how badly will Neil’s first drunken adventure end? Provide examples. Nicky whines, “Twenty bucks on Kevin bitch slapping him. So close. Damn chair. You rigged it, Allison, you put that there.” She did not.)

Neil looks up at him through his fingers and with unfocused eyes, but he smiles brilliantly. Andrew considers wiping it off of his face with his foot, but then Neil says, practically sings, “Andrew.”

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Spandex is for amateurs

Blueliner was pretty cute for a superhero, but then again so was Derek Nurse…


Dex had known his day was going to be awful. Nothing bad had actually happened that morning, but there was that feeling in the pit of his stomach. That all too familiar feeling that meant he’d run into him today, which meant Dex left his place wary of everything and everyone.

He was right to be suspicious.

Dex’s face was pressed down into the disgusting carpet, a heavy boot resting on his back. The boot, sitting heavily on an old bruise, was an uncomfortable pressure that got worse the longer it was there. He crushed the urge to shift and lay stiffly on the ground. It wasn’t even lunch yet and his day had gone to shit.

“Hurry up, Chad! That’s enough for now. We gotta get out of here before-“ 

The Chad at the till let out a cry of “Chad!” as the boot, and attached Chad, flew off of Dex and into the wall. He was wrestled to the ground, quickly cuffed, and Money Chad darted for the bank entrance. Before he made it beyond a few steps, Money Chad was trussed up like his partner. It was over in the blink of an eye.

Honestly, what was wrong with these guys.

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He Cheats Part Two

Originally posted by harrysvinylrecord

Her lips formed into a frown as she pulled into Harry’s drive way. He was supposed to be at the studio. She hadn’t seen him in months, but she needed the rest of her clothes, she needed her stuff back. She walked towards the house, using the key she still had. The house was different. Dirty dishes laid in the kitchen, water bottles, beer cans, and trash were spread in the living room. She wanted to clean up after him, she did, but he didn’t deserve it. She makes her way up the stairs, pushing open the door to their formally shared room. The bed was a mess, sheets tossed everywhere. She rolled her eyes, tossing the suitcase on the bed and grabbing the clothes.

She zips the luggage, setting it on the ground. She couldn’t help it, she made the bed. It just seemed so messy and she couldn’t help it. She walks back downstairs, fumbling with her key chain trying to take off the house key. She frowns, hearing a car pull up. Harry practically jumped out seeing her car in the driveway. He runs inside and stops seeing her.

“Was just returning your key,” she says, “and grabbing the rest of my stuff.”

“I’ve missed you,” he says, his eyes soften seeing her face.

Her eyes are dull, no emotions in them. Her cheeks puffy and bags under her eyes, her usual well-kept hair is tossed in a messy ponytail. She doesn’t look good; she doesn’t look happy. He doesn’t look well either, stains on his shirt.

“You’ve gotta clean up in here,” is all she says, “or else you’ll get flies.”

“Y/N,” he whispered, “please.”

She closes her eyes, inhaling sharply, “you were supposed to be at the studio,” she says to him.

“I wasn’t feeling well,” he answered, “where are you staying?”

She had been couch surfing, staying at friend’s apartments. She hadn’t slept in a real bed in days and she couldn’t afford to buy an apartment on her own, the dorms at her school all filled up.

“Here and there,” she shrugs, “doesn’t matter.”

She starts to walk but he blocks the door way, “I’m sorry,” he says, “I was dumb, so fucking dumb.”

He breaks down again, falling in front of her. His arms wrapping around her legs, head resting on her stomach, “if you just gave me one more chance baby, I would never hurt you again,” he cried, “please.”

She closes her eyes, pulling his arms off and falling in front of him. Harry cups her face, pressing his forehead against hers, and she closes her eyes, her hands coming on top of his, “you hurt me, I can’t trust you,” she whispered, “I can’t.”

“Please,” he begged, “I promise I’ll be better, I promise. Fuck her, Kelly was-“

“Don’t say her name,” she pleaded, “please.”

“She was a fucking mistake, please y/n,” he begged, lips on her cheeks, kissing her cheeks, forehead, nose, lips, every part of her face.

“I love you,” he whispered.

She closes her eyes, her head resting on his shoulders, “shh,” she begs, “we can’t Harry.”

She lifts her head, looking at his pain filled eyes, “I’ll cancel my tour, stay here and work on my relationship with you, I’ll do anything.”

“Don’t do that,” she says, “just-just don’t see her.”

“I can do that.”

“This doesn’t mean we will get back together,” she says, “it means we will work on it.”

Harry nods frantically, “okay,” he agrees.

She sniffled, rubbing her nose, “I can’t sleep in the same room as you,” she says, “I still need some kind of space, we can’t pretend this didn’t happen. You want my trust? Work for it.”

“I will,” Harry says, “I promise.”

She nods, sitting on the ground next to him, their backs against the wall, legs extended as Harry looks at her, but she looks straight ahead, “I love you,” he whispered.

She doesn’t respond, she turns her head to look at him, her hand coming on top of his, “we can do this,” Harry says.

She squeezes his hand. Her head rest on his shoulder, “we have some work ahead of us,” she whispered.

“I love you,” he repeats.

“I love you too,” she says, her voice gentle and a tear falls from her eyes.

he tastes like you, only sweeter | woozi

Originally posted by mvpgyu

summary: you’re drunk, and jihoon doesn’t know what else to do. might as well enjoy the ride.

characters: woozi/reader (ambiguous)

genre: smut, kind of fluffy

word count: 713

a/n: the infamous seven minutes in heaven series makes a come back. ive already done all of hip hop unit so u can go check that out if u like (partially cause im too lazy to link it here lol) also nothing heavy here, just heavy petting lmao

Lee Jihoon was not prepared to play this dumb game, nor was he prepared to have to beat someone’s ass. (By someone, he means Jeonghan.)

Then again, he also wasn’t prepared to have the person he liked in the same room for seven minutes.

When the bottle that he’d spun landed on you, he cursed, feeling the blush begin to rise on his face. “Just my luck,” Jihoon muttered, noticing your heavily inebriated state.

He could see Jeonghan winking from across their little circle, the older making vulgar sexual gestures.

With anyone else, it would have been horrid, problematic even, but Jihoon had a better mind than to take advantage of anyone, and Jeonghan knew that.

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Damn it, are you drunk? {Theo Raeken}

gif is not mine, credits to the owner. ♥

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Pairing: Theo Raeken X Reader

Words: 963

Warnings: idk, mentions of sex??

Summary: The reader gets drunk and Theo have to control himself to take care of her

A/N: This is probably gonna suck :/ Read at your own risk and let me know what you think.


Theo Raeken was a lot of things ­— a good liar, an ambitious chimera, even a little hot headed sometimes. However, if there was one thing he was not, was dumb. So when his bell rang and Y/N stood by his door with a mysterious smile on her face, Theo knew that something was up.

“Y/N,” he greeted, showing her his usual smirk. “What brings you here?”

What he wasn’t expecting, however, was that she would trip on the small degree in front of his door, falling straight into his arms while laughing hysterically. Usually, she would be embarrassed as hell if something like that happened, but to his surprise, she just ignored the occurred and shakily stood up, staring at him with an uncharacteristic smile.

“Theo~” she muttered in a sing-sang voice, glad to see him.

Theo raised his brows. “Are you…?”

The pieces suddenly settled in his mind, and reality hit Theo like a truck at full charge.

“Damn it, are you drunk?”

Y/N didn’t bothered in answer; instead, she tip-toed in front of him and pressed her lips to his so quickly that Theo couldn’t even think about what to do, confirming his suspicions. Her arms embraced his neck and her rosy lips were soft and hurried against his own, tasting clearly as some whisky Theo had proved before. He resisted the urge to kiss her back, to press his body against hers and deepen the kiss, but could not spare the chance to enjoy the feeling of her lips touching his so willingly.

“Stop,” he managed to break the kiss somehow, knowing that this wasn’t right, no matter how he wanted it to be. Control yourself. Breath. “Stop it, Y/N.”

“No,” she stated dizzily, senseless hugging him closer and pouting like a kid, her lips ghosting over his. “I’m so lonely, why are you being so cold?”

“You are not thinking straight.”

Y/N mumbled a few incomprehensible words, shook her right hand vigorously as if to make her point clear, and leaned in for another kiss, but Theo cleverly dodged it right before her mouth touched his, earning an unhappy whimper from her. Unfortunately, her kiss attained to his neck, making him gasp lightly.

God, you have to stop,” Theo nearly begged before quickly moving her hands away from his face, holding her wrists to prevent her from touching him again. He wasn’t sure that he could control himself if he didn’t keep her away enough.

She stumbled on her own feet, trying to get her hands free from his grasp uselessly.

“Why…?” she asked with a flash of innocence in her stunned eyes. “Don’t you want me anymore?”

These words almost made Theo succumb to his will and forget what was right; damn it his conscience, he couldn’t stop thinking about her ever since their first night together. He couldn’t forget her warm kisses, her soft skin or the way she reacted to his touch, and now she was right in front of him, asking if he wasn’t attracted for her anymore as if it would be even possible. Theo wanted nothing more than to attach his lips to hers and show her how much he wanted to be with her again, but something was holding him back, making him think twice.

A feeling of pure affect for her and deep caring for her wellbeing — something he had never felt for anyone before. He didn’t wanted her to do something that she would regret later, he didn’t wanted to take advantage of her.

“You have no idea what you do to me,” Theo said honestly, still holding her wrists firmly.

Y/N struggled on Theo’s grasp, desperately trying to get free.

“Show me then,” she asked sweetly.

He nearly chuckled, nearly. “I would love to, sweetheart, but I can’t.”

Y/N looked at him disappointed, and then loosened her own weight in his arms, forcing Theo to release her hands to catch her by the waist, impeding her from falling straight to the floor. She gave him a childish smile, wrapping her arms around his neck immediately.

“Am I your sweetheart?” she asked happily, her face so close to his that he could smell the alcohol on her breath.

“You’re such a child,” Theo said with a smile, staring at her innocent expression. It wasn’t longer before she leaned in and planted a kiss on his chin, earning a soft, unexpected chuckle.

Why did she drank that much?

Truth was, Theo was enjoying himself deep down. He was enjoying the fact that she thought about him on her drunk state, that she came to him and that she was so shamelessly saying those things willingly, things she would never have said sober. She was too self-conscious to say anything this daring.  

When sober, Y/N was always discreet and contained to a point that it was even hard to know what she was thinking or what she wanted. Theo always had a hard time trying to guess what she needed, and he was the one to tease her any chance he had. She was usually sweet and even innocent, normally blushing with minimal words.

The woman in Theo’s arms was not that girl.

“I’m never letting you drink again,” Theo decided, lifting her up bridal-style. Y/N chuckled hysterically on her drunk state before resting her head on his chest, apparently starting to feel tired, finally.

He carried her to his bedroom carefully, trying not to think about the last time the two had been in a room alone. Placing Y/N on his bed, Theo noticed that she was already with her eyes closed peacefully.

He sighed, leaned down and kissed her forehead softly, trying not to wake her up.

“Good night, drunk.”

Of course, when she wake up next morning, he would the tease the hell out of her.


A/N: I’m writing a part 2 for this, but I’m not sure if I should post it, so I would appreciate if you let me know what you think. Thank you for reading! ♥

I Knew I Was Dead

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Tommy Shelby x Reader

Request: Could you do an imagine with tommy Shelby I just started watching peaky blinders and I fell in love !! In the imagine could the reader be the leader of a rival gang and the peaky blinders are planning to take them out till tommy finds out the leader is a girl and falls for her because she is feisty and fights better than anyone he has ever seen ?

This was so much fun to write! Enjoy!


Boots echoed on the hardwood floors of the upstairs office that was situated in a warehouse on the wharf in the northern part of Birmingham. The footsteps circled Tommy, who was slumped in a chair, bag over his head. He groaned as he came to and pulled the canvas sack off of his head. His eyes rolled around in his skull a bit, but they finally settled.

“So you’re the infamous Thomas Shelby,” Y/N came into his view and sat at her desk. “I have to say, you’re not quite what I imagined,” She shrugged playfully. “But we all know looks can be deceiving,”

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anonymous asked:

what are ur fav sugamon moments

bless you for asking this seriously

(this is gonna be a long one)

ahhhh i love them so much and i know many ppl kind of gloss over their cute moments together bc they don’t do skinship as overtly on camera as the other members but it’s there if you know to look :’)

(i’ll do 10 or else i’ll be going on for hours)

1. i have to start with that emotional and meaningful hug they shared in MAMA 2016 bc how can i not?

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it was just such an important and significant moment for both of them, ship them or not, you can’t deny that it was so heartfelt and showed how close they are :’) they’ve been through so much together and for them to make it here after so much hardship and struggle is so amazing for them both, it was a lovely moment overall for them and i never fail to tear up when i see it :)

2. this entire bangtan bomb bc they’re so adorable and i love the way they were trying to imitate each other’s rap style and just teasing each other

and then ofc them performing together is always amazing and i love it ;;

also it’s dumb but i get a kick out of namjoon calling yoongi chingu instead of hyung bc i love it when namjoon uses informal with yoongi since i strongly suspect namjoon and hoseok forgo polite form with him usually since they’re all close (hoseok does it more on camera but namjoon has slipped up here and there)

3. who can ever forget that one time yoongi was so excited and adorable when namjoon was performing and he kept pointing out namjoon and going “namjoon-ah” ;; my heart

look at that adorable smile on his face, he’s literally so happy and proud of namjoon

jimin even pointed out that yoongi was being uncharacteristically excited and bouncy watching the performance :)))

4. literally the entire episode 4 of bon voyage. sugamon being paired together and working together to go on a tiny adventure in a different country and basically having a great time bc they work really well together 

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them fixing themselves up together and complimenting each other casually like the actual domestic husbands that they are

(can i just say that namjoon put on his sunglasses bc yoongi was putting hairspray on and he didn’t have to do that, he could’ve just waited or told yoongi to go behind him so he wouldn’t get hairspray on his face but he just casually accommodated yoongi nbd ;;;; my heart x)

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having random but hilarious conversations about kebabs? and shopping together?? laughing togetherthe cutest tourist couple

5. that whole backstage mission where namjoon had to take a selca with yoongi without alerting him that it was his mission and he FAILED lmao bc yoongi knows namjoon too well 

poor namjoon, he was so happy bc he got such an easy mission with his own group member

thank god for this mission bc the selca was adorable :)))

6. i live for all moments of namjoon and yoongi calling each other cute

namjoon giggling at how cutely yoongi jumped to the center during 21st century girls (x)

and him jumping around during another part in the same song (x)

namjoon even called yoongi a saint which yoongi very smoothly ignored like he always does with compliments but i can’t get over it (x)

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there’s other times too but i’m too lazy to find them rn

7. this is a small thing but it says a lot about their relationship: yoongi fixing up things that namjoon breaks and just taking care of him

it was said in interviews, it was even a way for them to introduce themselves

namjoon was the destruction king and yoongi was the one that fixed what namjoon broke

like that time in bon voyage where namjoon knocked over some tubes on their dorm room table and yoongi immediately starting fixing them (x)

or in the ynwa preview show where namjoon got up and his mic was hanging out of his pocket and yoongi noticed and picked it up for him (x)

and even recently when namjoon looked confused about putting on his headphones and yoongi immediately went to help (x)

just little things like that :)

8. gifts!! yoongi buying namjoon a wallet when he lost his and then getting all embarrassed and shy when namjoon talked about it happily during an interview

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(he even lost it again and yoongi didn’t look upset when he mentioned it)

and then ofc that ring during their summer in dubai and namjoon saying he’ll wear it often

and namjoon actually wearing the ring in concept pics, fancams, concert pics, etc ^^

9. this doesn’t have any specific video or anything but they’re constantly teasing each other? and it’s really cute?? and it’s so casual and witty that it kinda flows by you until you go “wait what? did he just say something about yoongi/namjoon?” i love their adorable bantering comments at each other

like namjoon insisting yoongi’s on the same level dancing as him but he just gets away with it or yoongi’s “i agree” when namjoon said he’s the worst singer of bts in the recent gayo episode

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namjoon saying yoongi looks like a little count dracula

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or namjoon talking about how yoongi whines lmao 

(yoongi teasing namjoon about not needing to go to vintage shops when he could just use the clothes there)

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or the time yoongi was saying he wouldn’t mind rooming with namjoon when they were talking about namjoon’s snoring bc he’s used to it and namjoon was like “he’s the first one to not wanna room with me when we stay at hotels”

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THEIR ICONIC LOGS FROM PREDEBUT (x) (x)

but just as much as they tease each other, they help and support each other just as much and it’s beautiful :’)

10. which brings us to my last point, which is the moments where they make each other laugh and just support each other in general ;;;;

(x) (x)

(laughing at yoongi running during not today mv shooting)

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like the waist pats that namjoon has a habit of doing at times

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and just so many more moments that make my heart flutter and love their relationship all the more:

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there’s just so many more but lemme give it a rest for now bc this post is long enough

just know that sugamon is so much more than ppl seem to think and they love and care for each other so much!

their relationship is beautiful :’)

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ANONYMOUS Requested: 

Hii!!😊 can i request a yoongi smut where you two have been best friends for a long time and one time when he comes over for a sleepover things get heated? And also they are trying to be quiet bc of the parents? Thank you for taking your time for my shittt request lol💕


Genre: Smut, fluff

Word Count: 1,673

A/n: You gave me freedom so dom!Yoongi it is lol. I’m still not good at writing smut but i hope you like my lame smut anyway lmao

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If you asked anyone where you can be found, chances are they’d say that you’re with Yoongi. To your credit, sometimes Yoongi is the one who could be found with you. You’d known each other since forever, you grew up on the same street after all. Ever since you could remember the Min’s had always been your neighbors, so it was no surprise that you’d click with their eldest son Yoongi. You went to the same school, had mutual friends, hung out together, shared food, slept in each other’s beds, and always had each other’s backs. You could say you’re best friends.

It was no surprise that Yoongi would want to spend the night at your place (again), there wasn’t really a plan for the night. Maybe you’d watch a movie or try to figure out the few secrets he hadn’t told you yet (if any really). The night was young and unwritten, anything goes.

“Look what the cat dragged in.” You said as Mr. Min “Uninvited” Yoongi made his entrance.

“Oh shut up, (y/n), you love me.” He retorted. Fair point.

“I put up with you, dude.” He acted fake hurt at your comment. You chuckled a little, and just sat up in your bed looking at him expecting the plan for the night,       he was looking right back with the same expecting gaze.

“So? Are we just gonna sit here in silence or…?” You asked, half surprised that he didn’t have anything planned.

“Well, your choice tonight, kid.” ‘Kid’ he was only older than you by a few months.

“Let’s watch a movie, and please don’t fall asleep again or else.”

“ ‘Or else’ what are you gonna do? Beat me to death with a pillow?” He said with a dumb grin on his face.

“Bitch I might.” And with that, he settled on the bean bag next to your bed as you chose what movie to watch. About an hour later you heard a soft snore. Did he actually fall asleep? You looked over at him, and sure enough. He was passed out. Unbelievable. You called out his name,

“Yoongi…”

“…”

“You better wake the fuck up before I wake you up.” No response was given, so it was the greenlight to mess with him. You quietly got up from your bed and looked for markers. Before the ink could even touch his face, his hand grabbed your wrist. Yoongi opened one eye.

“Try it and see what happens, kid.” He was kind of intimidating if you were honest, nevertheless, you didn’t give in to his little threat. You tried to free your wrist, but he held on tighter.  

“If I let go, you can put that away and we can get back to the movie and no one will get hurt, got it?” He asked calmly. You nodded, and he let go. Big mistake.

As soon as he let go, you made a dot on his face with the marker.

“You’re fucking dead, (y/n).” He said, as he tried to grab you. You moved and climbed back on your bed, you could fend him off with pillows until he gave up. He followed, but before you were safe, he pinned you down. You’d been in this situation before, but it never was because you’d made him mad, and to be honest it was kind of funny to see him angry.

“Do you think this is fucking funny?” He asked, his tone aggressive. Oddly attractive if you were honest. You just nodded as a smile crept across your face.

“I don’t think this is very funny, (y/n). Say sorry and I’ll let you off the hook this once.” As if you were actually going to apologize. Over your dead body.

“Make me.”

His face got closer to yours, you could see he really was mad. However, that didn’t matter as soon as his lips met yours. Just like his aura, the kiss was aggressive and heated. He bit at your lower lip, making you gasp. He used that to slide his tongue in your mouth. He sat back, breaking the kiss. His eyes, eyeing you with lust. You laid there, deciding whether to face him or not. You, too, sat up. He looked at you expectantly, and you didn’t quite understand it.

“Are you going to just sit there?” He asked, clearly irritated at your lack of response. He motioned for you to straddle his lap, and obediently you did. You could feel his bulge pressed firmly against your clothed core. The mere thought making you wet. You moved your hips a little unintentionally, causing Yoongi to hiss. One of his hands held your hips to keep you in place, the other found its way to your hair balling it in his fist. He kissed you again, harder this time. Now that he had better control of you, he pushed up against you and pulled lightly at your hair. You put your hands on his chest, and you could feel his rapid heartbeat. Nearly as fast as yours. He continued his thrusts up at you, his kiss never losing intensity.

Suddenly, he pulled away. An obscene string of saliva connected your mouths briefly, both of you out of breath. He looked at you waiting for approval to go further. You tugged at his t- shirt which he promptly took off and tossed somewhere in the room. You shirt followed, as soon as it came off, Yoongi noticed your lack of a bra.

“Naughty girl.” He purred into your ear, sending a tingle through your body. He dipped two fingers into hem of your shorts, “Take them off.” You did as you were told, and for the first time, you were completely naked in front of Yoongi. You heard a silent fuck leave his lips. You tried to cover yourself, but he wouldn’t allow it.

“I could stare at you forever.” He said, as he sat at the edge of your bed. “Come here, kitten, I want a closer look.” He extended his hand out to you, you took it and he pulled you in close. Kissing your collarbones, down your chest. He cupped one of your breasts while his mouth explored the other. He bit softly on your nipple, eliciting a moan from you. His hand covered your mouth and he brought you down to kneel in front of him.

“You have to be quiet, kitten. Your parents are home and we wouldn’t want to get caught now, would we?” You shook your head, it completely slipped your mind that your parents were right downstairs. Needless to say, you’d be dead if you got caught now. He let go of your mouth, and brought in for a short kiss. He stood in front of you making you scoot back a little. He took of his jeans and boxers, soon they too were thrown somewhere in your room. He sat back down on your bed and stroked himself a little while looking at you.

“Such a pretty girl, aren’t you, (y/n). Are you just going to watch, or are you going to be a good kitten and help daddy out?” His voice like velvet, it sent a shiver through your body. You moved forward until you were between his legs.

“No hands.” He said, as he gathered your hair into one of his hands. He guided your mouth to the tip of his dick, you gave him kitten licks at first. Then you ran your tongue from the base to the tip. He tightened his grip on your hair, he was growing impatient. You took him in your mouth, he pushed your head down slowly, until you gagged. However, he didn’t let go. You swallowed around him, and he let out a barely audible moan. He eased his grip a little, and let you breathe. You looked up at him, you could see the ever-growing lust in his eyes.

“What a good girl.” He praised, he guided your head back down and held you in place as he shallowly thrusted into your mouth making you choke a few times. His pace got faster and messier, you could tell by his breathing that he was close. He stopped and raised your head again,

“Can I cum in your mouth, princess?” He asked, his tone calm but his eyes screamed desperation. You nodded quickly and took him into your mouth once more. He wasted no time getting back to where he was, his thrusts were faster than before, however, they got slower and lower as he was getting close.

“(Y/n), I’m so close babe.” He moaned, louder than he was supposed to. You dug your nails into his thigh. He was being loud and that was dangerous. He hissed, and thrust into your mouth, hard, making you dry heave. He balled your hair, and pulled on it making you moan around him. It was just enough to send him over the edge. He released his seed into your mouth, the taste wasn’t exactly the best. He rode out his high, until he collapsed backwards on your bed. His breathing was ragged and heavy. You watched him, oddly satisfied. As soon as he caught his breath, he sat up and looked at you. His essence was dripping from your mouth onto your chest. He reached for his phone on the side table.

“I could see you like this forever. You’re truly beautiful, (y/n). You know that?” He said, his tone sweeter than you’d ever heard it, as he took a picture of you.

“Erase that immediately, Yoongi.” You said, suddenly bold.

“Oh? Are you making the rules around here, kitten?” He really was good at the intimidation game.

“It’d be such a shame if the boys saw this don’t you think? I bet Jungkook would drool every time he saw you. Maybe they’d want a turn too. What do you think?”

You said nothing, he would do it and you knew it.

“You’ve been a good kitten, maybe next time daddy will reward you.”