something to clutch his face about

Malfoys don’t get sick 🤒

“I am not sick. Malfoys do not get sick!”

Harry gave Draco a skeptical look as the blond blew his nose for the seventh time since he had entered the room five minutes ago.

“Right,” Harry said, clicking his tongue.

“I am not sick,” Draco growled. He turned his back to Harry and made his way to the sofa, plopping down on it.

“Draco, there is no shame in being sick.”

“I am not- not- Achoo!”

Harry handed Draco another tissue before sitting down next to him. He lifted his hand and gently put it on Draco’s forehead.

“Oh, you’re burning up.”

“I’m not,” Draco said, pushing Harry’s hand away. “Besides, I feel cold.”

Harry pinched the bridge of his nose.

“You’re obviously running a fever. Maybe I should call Hermione. I’m sure she could cure you of-”

“I don’t need her. I don’t need anything,” Draco interrupted him. “I am perfectly fi- fi- Achoo!”

Harry let out a sigh and shook his head.

“At least lie down and rest for a bit?”

Draco gave him a dark look that didn’t last for long.

“Well… I am a little tired.”

“Alright then,” Harry said, making room for Draco to lie down. He summoned two blankets from their bedroom and tucked his boyfriend in.

“There,” Harry said soothingly. “Sleep it off, okay?” He stroked Draco’s hair who nodded weakly before his eyelids fluttered shut.

After making sure Draco was fast asleep, Harry went into the kitchen to prepare something for Draco to eat when he woke up. He knew just what to do.

Two hours later, when Harry went back to the living room, a vase and several books were floating in mid-air, right above Draco’s head. Harry quickly set the tray of steaming porridge he was holding down on the table and got out his wand. He sent the vase and the books back to the shelf and kneeled down beside Draco.

“I think you’re magic is going a bit bonkers,” he murmured. Draco cracked open an eye and smiled dazedly at Harry.

“Hey,” he croaked.

“Hey.” Harry stroked his hair again and seated himself on the edge of the couch. “Are you hungry?”

“Ugh!” Draco weakly shook his head and scrunched up his nose.

“Come on, it’s Molly’s secret porridge recipe. Here.” Harry summoned the tray and placed it on his lap. “I’ll feed you.”

“I’m not letting you feed me porridge,” Draco said, his face twisting in disgust.

“Is it the porridge you’re opposed to or me feeding it to you?”

Draco didn’t answer but clutched the corners of the blankets tighter around him.

“Come on, you have to eat something. And you’re shivering so much, I think you will drop the spoon as soon as I hand it to you. Let me feed you.” Harry held out the spoon in front of Draco’s mouth with no sign of cooperation from his boyfriend. “Draco, come on. Just let me feed you. You know, it would be kind of cute, too.”

“Cute,” Draco repeated, a disgusted look on his face.

“Yeah. Now that I think about it, it’s nice to have someone I can take care of.”

Draco seemed to ponder this for a moment before hesitantly opening his mouth and accepting the spoonful of porridge.

“What else would that entail? You taking care of… me?”

Harry’s face split into a grin as he offered Draco more porridge.

“Well, I guess that would depend.”

“Depend on what?” Draco asked, slowly taking another bite.

“On the circumstances. For example, if you were sick, I’d definitely want to keep cooking for you. And after you finished eating we could go upstairs and I could hold you and warm you until you stopped shivering. We could take a hot bath together. I’d make you some tea, get your favourite biscuits and I could give you a massage if you feel like it. But since you’re not sick…” Harry peered at his boyfriend from under his lashes and held back a snicker.

“Well,” Draco began quietly. “Maybe… Maybe I am a little sick.”

“Sure, just a little,” Harry laughed, putting the porridge aside and gently pulled Draco into his arms.

Football Jack and ballet Bitty

Filed under: WIP AUs buried in my docs, collecting dust and not doing anybody any good. Time to air some out. 4.4k (how??) and rated T

Bitty leans against the barre, relieved to watch the lumbering group of football players stomping out of his upstairs studio. The first of ten ballet lessons had gone about as he’d expected; listening to them complain. The rest was convincing them to get into first, second, and third positions. An easy start, but with the amount of people in the room it warmed up quick. One fan isn’t near enough to combat the body heat piled on top of the Georgian summer. He leans into the weak flow of air as they leave, some offering him a weak ‘thanks, Junior,’ before sprinting to their freedom.  

He wants to be positive about this. After all, how long has he wanted his father to validate his interest in something other than football? Bitty spent so long twisting ballet into something his father could relate to: flexibility, precision, strength. It took some time. It took a lot of time, until Bitty took a teaching job and Coach couldn’t pretend his son would snap out of it and lace up his cleats once more. Having Bitty teach his boys - it’s a peace offering, and Bitty’s not going to turn it away. He’ll just have to buy some air fresheners.

“Not so bad, eh?”

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shadows pt. 1

pairing: reader x Hoseok, OT7

genre: vampire!au, angst, implied smut, mentions of violence

word count: 5,780

synopsis: you thought that the death of your maker would lead to freedom from chains, but little did you know that bonds are much harder to break after death.

A/N: I have to thank @2seoke for helping me brainstorm almost this entire series and @jeonjagiya for helping me with historical fact checking

Originally posted by yoonqipd

read the first installment of the Ashes Trilogy here

“I love you, Hoseok” you murmured, feeling a sense of content for the first time in months.

He smiled, “I love you too” He nodded towards the sunrise, “Take in your last few moments. We don’t have much time before the sunlight will reach us.”

You nodded, turning your attention back towards the painted sky. You wanted nothing more than to run out and feel the sun’s rays. To soak your skin in sunlight, but this was enough. It was more than enough.

 “I’m ready” you tell Hoseok, turning around and lacing his fingers with yours. “Where to now?”

 “We can go anywhere you want to go, just give me a name.” he smiled, leading you back into the darkness.

 The two of you walked in silence, enjoying the comfort of each other’s presence. You tried to think of where you wanted to go, but you didn’t care. As long as you were with Hoseok, nothing else mattered.

 But your partner froze next to you, staying still for a split second before he pinned your body against the damp tunnel wall. He covered your mouth with his hand before you had any chance to question his sudden behavior. There was a flash of panic in his eyes as he stared at you when a woman’s voice rang out through the darkness.

 “Jung Hoseok, I always told you to be careful of what’s hiding in the shadows”

 He stood between you and the woman, a deep growl emitting from his chest as the two of them stared at each other.

 "It’s nice to see you haven’t changed much,“ she smiled wickedly. She was almost beautiful, in a terrifying way. Her wild red hair framing a pale freckled face. Her black eyes laced with unspoken evil. There was something about her that made your cold blood freeze.

"What the hell are you doing here?” Hoseok hissed, pushing himself further against you like a shield.

The woman cocked her head to the side, “Don’t you miss me, Hoseokie? It’s been what, almost 700 years since the last time we’ve seen each other? I certainly wasn’t expected to be greeted with such hostility, especially since you seem to have company.”

“Go to hell!” Hoseok snapped, spit flying from his lips in between the syllables.

The vampire held up her hands, “I think you’re misunderstanding me Hoseok. I don’t want to hurt you. I was just trying to pay my old friend Kai a visit,” her eyes flickering onto yours as she spoke, “But it seems like he’s no longer at that address.”

You could feel Hoseok telling you to keep your mouth shut, to not antagonize the vampire in front of you. But he should know by now that you’re a terrible listener, “I can send you his ashes in a box, if you would like.” you quip, flashing the vampire a sarcastic smile.

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Open Book - Jughead Jones

Request: Hey could you please write a jughead x reader where they are getting really intimate and jughead notices the reader has self harm scares but still chooses her and they end up having some really steamy smut and he kisses her scares thanks

Okay, so basically, thank you for my first request! I’m sorry that I can’t really do ‘steamy smut’, as I’m not really comfortable with that yet so this isn’t really detailed. I also went less-steamy and more cute because of the situation, i don’t really know <3  

Jughead x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, self-harm, mentions of abuse, make out sessiioonn, adorableness

Words: 2359

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Edmund x Reader: Arranged

Prompt/ask: hi! could i request an edmund x reader where they had to have an arranged marriage but the reader loves him and she doesn’t think edmund loves her back? maybe like they’re in bed and sleeping on opposite sides and she wants to cuddle but she’s too afraid to ask him because she thinks he doesn’t love her? idk if that made sense but it would be amazing if you could write it! i love your writing! thank you!! 

Word count: 1,291

Warnings: None

Setting: Golden Age

A/N: Thank you to my lovely friend Danielle (@itsalwaysnarnia) for helping me with part of this story-please give this excellent human being a follow!


Your betrothal to Edmund Pevensie of Narnia was not something you had wished for. Unfortunately, it wasn’t something you had any say in at all.

An arranged marriage was not what you considered the dream future. You couldn’t think of anyone in their right mind who would actually enjoy being stuck with some stranger for the rest of their life, let alone upon meeting them a mere week before the wedding. 

But the moment you met Edmund Pevensie, he didn’t seem like a stranger. No, he was something much more than that in your eyes. It felt as if you had known him in a past life; Perhaps in a dream, or a dream of a dream. It seemed incredibly silly, seeing as you had only exchanged a few words with the young king, and although you were sure he didn’t feel the same, you couldn’t deny how you saw him.

“Y/n?” 

You immediately snapped out of the trance you were in, turning to the dark haired figure standing in the doorway of the castle’s Great Hall.

 “Oh, sorry. I must have, um-” You paused, clearing your throat and avoiding Edmund’s gaze. “Wandered off…” 

The king tilted his head slightly, giving you a questioning look. “Yes, well, you should probably get to bed. It’s, I mean-” He looked at his feet, clearly uncomfortable. “It’s getting late.”

 You nodded, forcing a small smile. “Yes, thanks.” The two of you stood there for a minute. “Right, well, I’m going to uh…” You felt the apples of your cheeks fill with heat. 

“I was just getting to bed, I can walk with you if you’d like.” Edmund offered hesitantly, almost as if he felt an obligation to. 

You nodded gratefully, obliging and taking a step towards the winding marble staircase. “Thank you, Your Highness.” 

Edmund shook his head, almost sadly. “Please don’t call me that. It’s bad enough that we’re stuck in this situation, I don’t need you treating me like I’m somehow…above you.”

 He paused, taking care to avoid eye contact as he walked a few steps ahead of you. 

“Edmund?” You asked, stopping before the entrance to your marital chambers. The king turned slowly on his heel to face you. 

“I’m sorry. For all of this.” You croaked out softly. 

The two of you looked at each other for a moment. Edmund just nodded, remaining silent. He understood what you meant. 

Edmund apprehensively began to unlatch the door, opening it with deliberate listlessness. You took a couple timid steps towards the entrance, watching as the young king tugged at his waist to undo the buckle from the side of his robes.

You stepped into the dark chambers, tugging at the sleeve of your gown and shutting the door behind you as you did so. It made a thunderous sound as the latch clicked once more. 

You had been in these chambers three times before; once on your wedding day and then again on the two evenings that followed. Yet on all three of these occasions, you and Edmund lay on either sides of the bed, not acknowledging each other whatsoever. 

“So,” You said softly, pulling and unbraiding the laces on the back of your gown,  “Uh-”

“You don’t have to try to talk to me.” Edmund replied plainly, letting his robes fall to his feet. “It’s alright.”

 It was immensely dark in the room, so you were unable to see anything more than the general outline of Edmund standing before you. 

You bit the side of your lip, dropping your hands from the laces. “I know, but-” You sighed, gliding your gown over your shoulders and down to your waist. You felt the chilliness in the air run through your body.

Edmund ran a hand through his scraggly hair, looking at you with an odd expression. “Hm?” 

You shook your head rawly, letting the last of your clothing fall and quickly reaching for the nightdress that hung by the wardrobe. “It doesn’t matter.”

You drew what you could see of the bed coverings back, making room for you to lift your legs from the edge of the mattress and settle them under the sheets. It was still cold under the many blankets. 

You sat there silently, leaning against the pillows lining the headboard as you waited for Edmund to join you. You could feel a cool Narnian breeze come in through the cracked window, making you colder than before. Narnia was different than Terebinthia…too different. Nothing was keeping you sane here anymore. 

“You okay?” Edmund asked from beside you. You nodded slowly, sinking down into the blankets.  

Edmund let out a small, slightly defeated sigh, and adjusted his position to rest his head on the flimsy pillows. Although he lay merely a few feet from you, he seemed a great distance away. 

Edmund remained silent, but you could hear him breathing somewhat rapidly. Gradually, your loneliness became much more prominent and the winds became much stronger. 

As you lay there in the cold sheets, restless and completely unsure, thunder began to brew outside your window. You inhaled sharply, praying that the storm would pass. You had never responded well to weather like this.

It was still for a moment before the first lighting cracked. You felt your body tense up instantaneously, your breathing stopping suddenly. You bit your lip, feeling the blood rush to your face and your hands start to shake. 

It was a silly reaction, sure, but you couldn’t help how your body responded.

You gripped the sheets and closed your eyes, holding back the fear that coursed through your veins. You had every intention on letting Edmund sleep peacefully, but with this thunderstorm, it might not go as planned.

“Ed?” You said softly, almost afraid of his response. Edmund groaned from the edge of the bed. 

“What?” He asked, rather roughly. You licked your lips, trying to ignore the sounds coming from your window. “Nevermind. Go back to sleep.” 

You could feel Edmund roll over, assuming that he was facing you now. 

“Is everything alright? You’ve been squirming.” 

Before you could respond, a loud noise that sounded like hundreds of canons erupting came from the window. You whimpered, wincing slightly. 

“I’m fine.” You said hastily, sensing that Edmund was about to say something. You turned away from him in the darkness, clutching the sheets and curling up on the edge of the mattress. 

For a minute, both of you were still. Then, precipitously, you felt a cold arm making its way around your waist. 

You hadn’t heard Edmund move closer to you-perhaps you had been too focused on the horrific noises coming from outside of Cair Paravel-but, regardless, there he was.

You felt his breath on your bare neck as his arm extended to reach all the way around you, pulling his body closer to yours in the process. His lips were mere centimeters away from your collarbone. 

You felt oddly calmed in this position. Even if you didn’t know what to make of it, it was nice to feel his body against yours, keeping you warm. 

“I know the storms here can be a bit scary sometimes,” Edmund whispered, his hot breath hitting your neck with every word he uttered, “You’ll be okay.” He paused, breathing a bit heavily now. “I just want you to feel…safe.” 

You nodded in acknowledgement, a smile beginning to form on your lips. The feeling of Edmund beside you was something you never thought you needed, but now that it was happening, you realized you wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.

As you lay there, smiling to yourself, the storm slowly dying down and Edmund’s arms around you, you began to think that you would start to feel a little more sane here. 

Impala Confessions

Pairing: Sam x Reader 
Characters: Sam, Reader, Dean 
Warnings: fluff, light swearing 
Word count: 881
Summary: The reader falls asleep while driving in the Impala with the Winchesters, and confessions are made.
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Sammy’s Fan

The world is a scary place, so I wanted to write something cute and sweet and Hell’s Studio seems the best for that. You can clearly tell my favorite character.

This AU belongs to @doodledrawsthings


Sammy had a fan. This in itself wasn’t all that unusual. Sammy got a lot of letters from aspiring musicians saying how they enjoyed the music he composed. But this was different. This time the fan was a little girl who wanted to compose music like Sammy someday. It was the cutest thing any of them had ever seen because almost no one had ever approached Sammy in such a way. Everyone in the studio assumed he was terrible with children due to his…well….everything. His other fan letters were formal, poised, every pen stroke thought out in advance. The little girl’s letters were a little messy, a bit crude, and usually included little tunes she’d thought up. At first, Sammy had hidden the letters, but the curiosity of his coworkers had gotten the better of him.

“So a little girl just wrote to you?” Joey asked, looking at Sammy. “That’s so cute! You’re her role model!”

“Joey no.”

“Who would’ve thought you’d be good with children.” Henry laughed and shook his head.

“I’m regretting showing you the letters.” Sammy groaned, slamming his head onto the desk. “Look, it’s not a big deal. We get fan letters all the time.”

“Yeah, but you never get any from kids!” Boris said, tail wagging. “This is amazing!” Sammy groaned louder.

“It is really sweet.” Alice said. “What’s her name again?”

“Cordelia Bell. She draws little bells next to her name.” Sammy lifted his head to point at the little bells right next to Cordelia’s scribbled name.

“That’s so %$#@ing cute I can’t even take it.” Bendy said, holding the letter up. “You’ve been writing back to her?”

“……Yes.” Sammy mumbled, head on the desk again.

“Attaboy!” Joey slapped his back. “Maybe more people will like you this way!”

“I don’t care about people liking me.” Sammy gestured vaguely with one free hand. “You all should know that.”

“Obviously you care about this girl liking you.” Alice said, leaning on Sammy’s shoulder.

“Always good to know your black little heart is still working.” Bendy slapped Sammy’s back as well.

“She’s ten. I’m not gonna break her heart.” Sammy said. “I’m not that evil.”

“Still, good job.” Henry said, leaning against the door. “It’s really sweet to know you’ve got a little fan.” Sammy muttered something that was probably supposed to be rude, snatching the letters back from the rest of the staff. He was smiling a little as he shooed them out, looking down at the letters. He kept writing the little girl, continuing to encourage her down on her path. To see someone else so dedicated to music, it warmed his heart. He liked corresponding with her, remembering when the world had been new and possibilities had been endless. Years later he got a knock on his door.

“I’m busy. Go away.” He said, chewing vigorously on his cigarette.

“Mr. Lawrence?” A young woman’s voice came from just outside his office.

“What?” He turned around, glowering at the girl standing in the doorway. The girl’s face lit up. She was clutching a clipboard to her chest. There was something familiar about her, but he couldn’t place where he’d seen her before.

“My name is Cordelia Bell. You probably don’t remember me, but I remember you.” She said. “I’m going to be working under you from today on.”

it's a date

request: none

warnings: violence, harassment

a/n: hi I’m in love with Gaston, like yeah he was a major asshole for the last hour and a half of the movie but i like to think he had a soft side, you just had to be patient enough to see it. SO PLEASE REQUEST GASTON IMAGINES THANK YOU (or other BATB characters xoxo)


You sighed as you turned another page of your book. You tapped your fingers aimlessly on the table as the tavern bustled with people. You continued to read your book until it was taken out of your hands. You gasped and looked up to see two men standing in front of you holding your book.

You glared as you calmly said,
“Give me back my book.”

The two men smirked as one of them said,
“We just wanted to talk to you miss.”

You stood up and held your hand out for the book,
“I’m not asking again, give me back my book.”

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The Truth Comes Out

Summary: The reader’s quiet night at home is interrupted when Dean shows up looking bruised and bloody.

Pairing: Dean x Reader 

Word Count: 2,352


“Thank god I live alone.” You grumble to yourself, thankful no one’s around to witness your behavior. You’re lazily sitting on your kitchen counter in a ridiculous onesie stuffing your face.

You twist open an Oreo, put a scoop of chocolate ice cream then add whipped cream and chocolate syrup. While singing along to the radio, you smoosh the Oreo back together and shove it into your mouth.

You’re really baffled as to why you’re not married yet. Your boyfriend would be crazy to not lock down all of this sexiness. Realizing it’s almost time for a new episode of Scandal, you make way towards the couch.

You freeze when you hear someone fumbling with the lock on your door. This is just fucking perfect. A creep is breaking into your apartment and on top of it, you’re gonna die wearing a onesie.

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Steadier Footing

Summary: Pretending to be drunk isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. Written for @bionic-buckyb writing challenge; Prompt: “I want to make you this happy for the rest of your life.”

Bucky x Reader

Originally posted by buchanstan

He blamed the alcohol. It made his world lag, like he could see the physical seconds between when an action actually occurred and the moment of perception. He could see the faint film of fog over glassy eyes, the dull buzz of a shot of vodka or a glass of whiskey and Coke creating a screen between the person drinking it and the world around them. The room was full of people, but they were all in their own heads.

That was the thing about drunk people; they always pretend to be more sober than they are. They realize when something they’ve said sounds drunk, so they overcorrect in order to sound sober. Or something they’ve done, they do it again so it looks like they’ve been doing it on purpose all along. Everyone around them would laugh and the subject would change in another flicker of an action-to-perception beat. The room would spin as fast as those changing dialogues.

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anonymous asked:

if this makes you uncomfy pls ignore me and i apologize in advance, but it's a situation hitting rly close to home right now and i could use some chocobro support so, i was wondering if i could ask for how the chocobros would handle it if their s/o was being harassed by an awful ex? not in person but by texts, email, rumors etc. just being super mean and all-around gross. ;-;

Oh no, I’m so sorry to hear that, anon! That is definitely not okay and I’d be calling someone to go beat them up asap. If that’s not an option, then block them on everything you can! Nobody deserves harassment. I hope the chocobros can cheer you up a bit for the time being.

Sending all our love & support~

—Leigh


Absolutely none of the guys will take this matter lightly. Though some of them may not show it as much as the others— they will be livid. Make no mistake when I say that they will be your literal knight in shining armor. Nobody messes with their s/o, no matter who they are— or used to be.

Noctis

You’ve been trying to keep it from him— downplaying the entire situation. The texts, the calls, the emails, all of them you open but delete, checking over your shoulder every time Noctis may be around. The last thing he needs is to be bothered with this nonsense when he’s got princely-business to attend to. After all, the two of you are fresh into your relationship and you certainly don’t want to bring your old dirty laundry into the mix.

However, the ruse isn’t kept up forever. The prince may be lazy, but he’s no fool. He catches you the first evening you decide to stay the night at his apartment. It was supposed to be a momentous thing— a mile stone, if you will— and it had been… until your phone started going off while you were in his bathroom brushing your teeth.

You don’t hear it over the water, but you do hear Noctis say something about a call coming in. Thinking that it’s your overzealous best friend hitting you up for deets on the prince’s preference of underwear, you tell him to answer it— chuckling to yourself when you picture your friend’s reaction.

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Captain Black

Request: “Can you do a Pirate AU with Sirius Black where you’re on a ship and it sinks and he saves you?? Or something else if that idea was horrid.”

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: violence n stuff

PART 2

Originally posted by pioggiadiricordi

Life on the open waters was rough. Literally and emotionally. Being an explorer of the new world required many months at sea, and currently you were sailing along the Western coast of Africa; prime pirate territory. You had warned the captain of your ship that these waters were too treacherous, that cargo ships taking the shortcut back to England were excellent targets for those vile creatures called pirates. But he had waved you off, muttering something about how you were lucky to be on board because you’re a “disrespectful woman who had no business being on his ship”.

So you had bunkered down, a permanent scowl on your face as the other shipmates gave you hungry looks. At least if you survived taking this shorter route you would be home sooner, meaning no more sleeping while clutching a knife under you pillow. You had no other choice but to accept your companions, since no other ships would accept a female adventurer. You wished that the Kraken would come up and swallow them all whole.

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Dream of Me (Padawan!Reader x Master!Obi-Wan Kenobi)

A lot of y’all have requested an imagine like this, so I hope you enjoy! Have a good Valentine’s! Just as a warning, here be smut!

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You hadn’t started out as Obi-Wan’s padawan. For the first ten years or so of your training, you’d been under Master J’Org. But after you turned 18, your beloved master died, leaving you only partly trained and devastated. Your friend, Obi-Wan, though, put a stop to this.

He’d lost his master, too, and was there for you when you needed a shoulder to cry on or some friendly advice. He helped you to be strong, and therefore the council thought that he would be a good candidate for finishing your training. His padawan, Anakin Skywalker, had recently become a knight, so he was able to take a new apprentice on at any time. He was kind enough to choose you.

That was two years ago. Now, the two of you had become even closer friends, and, if you were being honest, your feelings for him were beginning to grow even stronger than that. He was so kind and handsome, and you were so lucky to be learning from him. It would be easy for anyone to fall in love with him, and you were no exception.

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A Touch Of Love, 6.

Genre | Romance / Valentine’s Day drabbles.

Pairing | Jeon Jeongguk / Reader.

Prompt“I know I’ve kissed you like, ten times, but just like another ten, please.”

Words | 1,187 words.


Some things cannot be rushed, or mayhap they must occur sundry times in order for their purpose to be intently and truly cherished.

It is for this precise reasoning that, as you blearily wake for the onset of another weekday to the sharp chiming of an unbearably early alarm, you discover thickly corded arms coiled loosely around your waist and Jeongguk’s parted lips nestled within the infinitesimal notch just below your collarbone, warm exhalations already stirring into a misarticulate groan. Hardly before you can reach your knuckles up to knead into sleep-laden eyes, he is assiduously manoeuvring your tangled limbs until the tips of his fingers graze the cool screen of your mobile, silencing the insistent ringing with a fumbled press of snooze and then he is collapsing the measure of his weight atop you with a deliberately strenuous sigh. There is a rush of air from your lungs as they deflate beneath his pressure, caught up by a strained, irritable moan on your part that has Jeongguk chuckling and adjusting until his elbows are dug in the pillow either side of your bird nest hair, nose dusting across your own in a silent good morning that he seals with the touch of his chapped and rosy lips. Morning breath be damned to the shades when the edge of his tongue against the seam of your mouth is a finer wake up call than any electronic device humming a digital tune.

And that is only the first of the tireless onslaught that you so terribly adore.

The bed is unwillingly abandoned in a mess of crumpled sheets that remain to be redolent with shampoo from damp hair and last night’s amorous escapade – though not without a tender interspersing of Jeongguk’s mouth across your cheeks, which only then does he at long last release the binds for you to get ready. You listlessly take to the kitchen with dragging feet while he requires a sparse moment to truly gather his scattered bearings, parting the bedroom curtains with a loathsome cringe to the five at dawn sky, the horizon barely beginning to provide an inkling of daylight in an orange dapple amongst the navy stretches of departing nighttime. Jeongguk comes to find you stirring milk and coffee in matching mugs with a palm braced upon the countertop, still fending off the lethargy that urges you to just lay back down, though morality upholds a fierce fight, a reminder that early morning meetings are an unfortunate instance of your job and that attending them is an absolute must if you wish to keep your position. Here, you are graced with the graze of his lips against the flesh of your shoulder that he exposes with a simple hook and tug of his finger around the loose fabric of your pyjama collar, trailing them up to the juncture of your neck and jawline, the gentle caress of his hand releasing the material and rather coming to cup your chin with a pressure ostensibly delicate, tilting your head backward with ease to coo at your drooping, cloudy gaze and place another affectionate kiss upon your lips.

Coffee is liberally and earnestly consumed upon the sofa amongst touches of light, almost incomprehensible conversation. Muddled by Jeongguk interrupting you with generous kisses and teasing little nips of his fingers when your eyes try to slip close for a handful of seconds more rest. Afterward, he watches you from the unmade bed strip down to nothing within the ensuite, indulging the sight of your completely bare glory, already too enthralled to fend off any lascivious ideas that water his mouth and strain sincerely against his boxers. Sooner than he would hope to admit, Jeongguk is peeling what little clothing he wears to join your own in a heap on the bathroom tiles and stepping into the shower, discovering your unsurprised and mildly delighted expression with a smirk of his own that is quick to be kissed away with a feeling that is semblance of the last evening. Most assured when a devilish hand slips between your thighs.

By six, the torrent has not yet ceased, nonetheless Jeongguk has pulled white hot euphoria from between your bones and tasted it on the roof of his mouth, accidentally mixed with the tang of vanilla body wash, and you are much more awake with a spring in your step. He towels your skin and hair dry, gingerly pressing his lips to your breasts and the hollow of your throat, right before bringing them briefly to your own. The both of you vigorously brush teeth, Jeongguk mutedly laughing when the foam spills down your chin and he makes a fierce attempt to kiss you amongst it with your scowling face seized in-between his clutching fingers, mint dentifrice and all. Unrelenting, he catches your lips a multitude of times while you dress into workwear that he deems unbearably titillating because your ass is simply fantastic in that neat pencil skirt – most definitely anticipating the time that he can appreciate the illustrious view in all of its splendid glory once you return home, during the moments that you scamper about the apartment before you finally gain the effort to change into something ultimately more comfortable. Though sweatpants are certainly as fanciable to him, just about anything that you sport is.

The half an hour mark is reached and you have already accepted that the steamy feat in the shower definitely has you late, sending a silent prayer to the morning traffic that there are no roadworks or unexpected collisions that will have you sending a hasty message to the company, warning of your forthcoming absence. With a hurried collection of your coat and briefcase, you reach the front door and spare a second to glance over your shoulder, nearly startled out of your wits when you find Jeongguk poised at your heels. You part your lips to bid him adieu, but he beats you to the punch.

“I know I’ve kissed you enough to make up for the day,” a twitch of a smile begins to pry at his lips, “though ten more couldn’t hurt, right? Please.”

Your eyes roll, though your heart urges you to concur. “I’m running late–”

Jeongguk, in a graceful sweep, brings his hand to the side of your face and slants his lips over your own. He might have been touching his mouth to your skin with devoted insistence since you woke, though none of them quite feel as purely wonderful as this, entirely unforgettable and smothering the thoughts of meetings and files and work, work, work. The way that he licks the tip of his tongue into your mouth, tenderly grazing the underside of your own, and how he ends the firm assuredness with his teeth sinking into the lower jut of the rosy flesh, eliciting divine tingles to rush across your skin in gooseflesh bumps as he pulls away, gaze entirely adoring as he watches your mouth upturn at the corners.

“Just one then,” he grins, and then quickly pecks your smiling lips once more. “Whoops, two. Have an amazing day, baby.”

Note | This is for my amazing @jeonjagiya as it is her birthday today! Go and send the Shibari Queen a million and one birthday wishes! ♡

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No Happy Endings | Wonho [M]

Originally posted by wonhontology

Warnings: Strong language, sexual suggestiveness. (no actual smut scene yet)

word count: 2,489

 “I don’t think I have ever been so graphically threatened a day in my life,” Hoseok says clutching his heart.                                   

Part 2: Eating out, and eating out. Because apparently there’s a difference.


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it was just a matter of time- riarkle headcanon

-Riley and farkle move away for college because they got into colleges hella close to eachother (because of course they did)

 -Maya and lucas move in together too cuz lucas is going to vet school 30 min away from where maya goes to art school

-So they rent an apartment

-So what do you do when you buy an apartment together? you furnish an apartment together

-Farkles parents basically ruffle his hair and toss a credit card at him when he tells them so riley decides that just this once she can take advantage of the situation

-Riley is very into interior design

-Farkle is very into riley

-So he just kinda agrees with her on everything and she designs a BANGING apartment

-At one point she goes into a pottery barn and goes “ill take that” to the salesclerk

-“What, the chair?”

-“No. the room.”

-It ends up looking fantastic because of course it does

-So college starts, riley is an overachiever of course and takes way too many classes and is constantly sleep deprived

-Which means Riley falls asleep on Farkle a lot and one time when she falls asleep on the couch surrounded by textbooks Farkle picks her up and puts her in bed

-She calls him superman for a week after she realizes what he did

-Farkle and riley facetime Lucaya at one point and lucaya’s like “lol they’re so in love”

-Oh! yeah

- so farkle is always getting into situations that require riley to save him

-“Riley please help I lied to the cool frat guys and told them i was dating someone will you pretend to be my girlfriend for a night thank you I love you”

-He gets into these situations on purpose tho obviously

-One time Riley breaks her left arm slipping on ice and Farkle takes care of her a lot (smoothies and carrying stuff for her because she is a c r y b a b y )

-And another time Farkle has an emotional breakdown over not being the best and Riley comforts him and they fall asleep in each-others arms

-Fast forward a few months and Ok Lucas and Maya  are getting MARRIED What the FUCK theyre so young??? Whatever lets support it wait it’s a destination wedding what the FUCK just be my date (There’s one bed in the hotel room motherfuckers you know what that means…. Hardcore cuddles get ur mind out of the gutter smh) (They slow dance at the reception and then they’re super buzzed and KISS and stare at each other for a long time and then the song ends and they never talk about the kiss)

-Oh and one time Riley gets stalked by this really creepy guy and Farkle to the rescue (he puts on like 6 jackets and follows the guy down the street at night and pushes him up against a wall and says in a really deep voice ‘stay away from riley.” and the guy goes running and never bothers riley again)

-So after freshman year Cory asks if they’re going to be living together forever and Riley just shrugs and says “i don’t see why not”

-Fast forward and they go to a halloween party sophomore year and Theres an apple bobbing station and Farkles like “remember when I saved your life twice” And riley kisses his cheek and goes ‘my hero’ and their friends see this

-and said friends make them make out in truth or dare

-Riley wants to talk about it the next day but farkle just says ‘just forget it Riley, Its nothing” because he thinks that Riley was gonna reject him and rileys like ‘oh wow ok’ and the next few weeks are super awkward.

-But riley wasnt gonna reject him

-She was gonna ask him to go out with her

-But FINE FARKLE HAVE IT YOUR WAY

-So like shes sulking around the house all the time feeling all dejected

-And so is farkle

-But riley is PISSED at farkle

-But also highkey pining for him

-And farkle is highkey pining for her

-So much angst jfc

-Then he’s gonna leave for a month over thanksgiving break to visit his family and Riley is just standing in the doorway and he sees her looking just so empty and he just says ‘fuck it” and kisses her

-Shes all happy for like 8 seconds and then she just. Punches him. In the face.

-And hes like “RILEY WHAT THE HELL”

-And shes like “SORRY BUT YOU DONT GET TO REJECT ME AND THEN JUST KISS ME”

-And hes like “WHAT THE FUCK??? YOU REJECTED ME”

-“WHAT?”

-“WHAT DO YOU MEAN WHAT”

-The general consensus is “??????????????????????????????????”

-And so farkle calls his dad and just says “SOMETHING CAME UP”, walks to the kitchen clutching his nose to get an ice pack and just turns around and yells “ARE YOU COMING OR NOT”

-She follows him because she is Very Confused™ and feels bad about punching him

-So hes just sitting at the table with a pack of frozen peas pressed to his face and if riley werent so upset shed laugh becuase he looks like a mop of hair and two eyes on top of a bag of frozen vegetables

-“Well? Are you going to sit down?”

-She does

-There is 2 minutes and 17 seconds of silence

-They both counted

-She breaks it with “sorry for punching you”

-He just puts down the peas and goes “please explain”

-She probably owes him that she decides

-“Well you see i guess i’d had these subconscious feelings for you and then we made out and suddenly they were very conscious and i wanted to talk to you about it and maybe see if it was going to go somewhere but then you rejected me”

-It is at this point that farkle slams his head into the table

-“OH MY GOD RILEY”

-“WHAT”

-If farkle wasnt already bleeding from his nose he wouldve punched himself

-THE  GIRL HE HAD BEEN IN LOVE WITH SINCE HE WAS 7 YEARS OLD WAS RETURNING HIS FEELINGS AND HE REJECTED THEM WITHOUT KNOWING

-WHAT THE FUCK FARKLE

-“RILEY I AM SO SORRY I THOUGHT YOU WANTED TO TALK BECAUSE YOU WANTED TO TELL ME NOTHING COULD EVER HAPPEN AND I DIDNT WANT TO HEAR THAT SO I JUST”

-“WAIT FARKLE WHAT ARE YOU SAYING”

-“OF COURSE I WANT IT TO GO SOMEWHERE RILEY”

-“YOU DO?”

-“YES”

-It is at this point that farkle vaults over the table, LIFTS riley out of her chair, and kisses her like there’s no tommorrow

-They stand there kissing for a solid 7 minutes (in heaven lmao puns)

-But then riley realizes that farkle is still very much injured

-“Um babe maybe we should get you to a hospital”

-“Yes i am decently sure my nose is broken you throw a great right hook”

-It is not, in fact, broken, just badly bruised

-The doctor asks “what happened?” and they both say “bar fight” at the same time

-So they send farkle home with some tape and an icepack and he recovers quickly

-Which is great because riley feels SO BAD

-Apologizing 24/7

-she makes him soup and brings him ice cream and makes him a goddamn “sorry i punched you babe i love you” poster

-And she really wants to make out with him

-Stupid miscommunicating nerds

-Love them

-Riarkle for life

-Thank u

-The end

Anger Issues [2]

Part 1

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, little Winchester sister!reader

Words: 2030

Warning: Angst, blood, swearing, physical fight, the reader is very hard on herself, kind of a dark fic.

A/N: Here goes part 2/2. Bit more action in this one.

Originally posted by frozen-delight

Your name: submit What is this?

You feel free. The more time that passes by, the better you feel, because the less you give a shit. You don’t care about leaving your brothers behind. Even though you’ve barely known a time without the both of them. You don’t care about your newfound power. Even though it makes you dangerous. You don’t care that your body is tired. Even though it’s screaming for you to stop. Because it’s feels great to keep going. You don’t care about how different you are. Even though you would have been scared of yourself by now if you had seen yourself just a day ago. Because it’s much simpler being the new you.

You don’t care about the blood on your hands. Even it’s not legal or morally right. Because that guy had just tried touching you, with the intent of going further, without your consent. You don’t care if he dies or not. Even though you might get caught doing so. Because you don’t care much about yourself anymore either.

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The Green Earth

pairing: Ivar x Reader

fandom: vikings

request:  Hey, me again, because your writing is obviously amazing I was wondering if I can have a Viking imagine with Ivar? I was thinking one where the reader is from the future and has dyed hair (maybe green or blue) and Ivar finds her in the woods and he’s just so in love with their hair and maybe they fall for each other?? Idk it’s up to you but I just had that thought in my head for a while and I think you’d be the best to write it. If you do decide to write it thank you 💙💙💙

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The boy was staring right at you, his blue eyes reflecting the sunlight like the shimmering ocean in the evening sun. One look at him told you there was trouble coming your way. 

“Are you one of the elves?” He watched with fascination and you noticed him staring at your hair. Green may be an odd choice for a hair colour but it was not that unusual. 

“What are you talking about?" 

He started crawling towards you, the leaves rustling underneath him as he dragged his body along. He didn’t move his legs, you noticed, or maybe he couldn’t. With one seemingly easy movement his body was on top of yours, pushing you down into the ground. His hand moved to your hair and he ran his fingers through it, lightly twirling them around before letting go. 

"Can you heal my legs? With your magic?” His eyes bore into yours again as he spoke. The intensity left you unable to look anywhere but him. 

“I…I don’t know who you think I am but I can’t do what you ask." 

A rustling sound to your left makes you whip your head around. Another one, you think to yourself and watch as steps closer. The guy on top of you right now had surprised you for many reason but this one actually scared you. The sword hanging from his hips was part of it. His surprise was better hidden but he too, was staring at you. 

"Ivar what…?" 

The weight on top of you is lifted as he sits up and suddenly wraps his arms around you. 

"Don’t even think about it Ubbe, she’s mine. I found her." 

You were going to protest. That was not how things worked and you certainly didn’t belong to anyone. Ubbe spoke up for you before you had to utter a word.

 "You can’t claim people for yourself like that, Ivar.” He looked amused, clearly used to this kind of behaviour, “Though we should take her back, she looks lost.”

 For lack of a better option and being given no choice in the matter at all, you followed the two. You couldn’t quite trust your eyes when you reached the city though. It looked straight out of the movies and not at all like the little hometown you had grown up in. There was a severe lack of cars for starters and too many chickens roaming the streets. 

Maybe you were having a very vivid, weird dream. Maybe not? Since there was not much you could do either way, thinking about the situation too much seemed unnecessary. You’d figure it out eventually. 

You got the feeling Ivar was quite used at the stares of other people, though this time they were not directed at him. You heard the whispers, strange and confused looks all around you. It was an odd feeling, not something you enjoyed very much. This whole place was weird to you but to everyone else you must have looked like the odd one out. 

You reached a house further away from the crowd where Ivar set down on a bench in front. You followed him, not wanting to leave his side. His presence made you feel safer, maybe just because he had been the first person you met but nonetheless. Ubbe was talking to someone else and when the other guy came over, steeping way too close for your comfort and reached out his hand, you scurried away, clutching the front of Ivar’s shirt while burying your face against his chest. 

“Looks like you scare her brother." 

"Me?” He answered a bit hurt but stepped back, “That’s a new one." 

You felt Ivar’s hand patting your head and looked up to meet his eyes. 

"I’ll keep you safe." 

The words didn’t feel familiar coming from his mouth. He hadn’t thought to ever say them or someone even wanting to hear it. He had always been the center of attention, and not in a god way. Something about the scared girl turning to him for help made him want to protect her from all of it. His heart was beginning to beat faster the longer he looked but he couldn’t bring himself to tear his eyes away.

Runaway : Jason Blossom Pt. 3

Part One  Part Two  Part Four 

request: Omg I just read your jughead imagine and it haves me thinking, can you do a one shot thing of Jason Blossom not really being dead and sneaks into the reader’s bedroom in the middle of the night or something too explain to her why he faked his death (you can make up the reason because I’m not that clever) but yeah it’s just really sad and full of fluff idk I’m weird.

requested by: anonymous

A/N: IT’S HERE!!!!! So, I started writing this before we found out who killed him (though I had already figured it out) and I have taken it from there! This is still in first person. I really hope you lot enjoy this!!! PART 4 IS GOING TO BE A THING SO FEAR NOT. Love you guys with all my heart. I am sorry for this. xx, aubree

warnings: major cliffhanger & a little non-consensual touching (minor, like two lines)

word count: 1,057 (it is the shortest in this fix, but part 4 is coming sooner than you think!)

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A part of the drabble series When Two Worlds Collide for the 500 Followers Celebration.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader x Sebastian Stan

Summary: Bucky is scared that another man was better at making you happy. 

A/N: A continuation of Double Take. This is the last part of the drabble series (though let’s be real, this one is not a drabble)!! Thank you guys for being the most awesome readers a writer could ever wish for, thank you for following me and reading my stuff, you have no idea how happy you guys have made me.

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