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I Wanna Be Yours

Hey guys! I am so excited to share some of my new fics with you guys! WHOO! This is for @decemberftw who requested a fic based on the song I Wanna Be Yours by the Arctic Monkeys I hope you like it! This is the first time I’ve done anything someone has requested, so I hope it lives up to what you wanted. :) Thanks for being a wonderful follower! <3 Happy Sunday!!

Warnings: wittle bit of angst, fluff, sarcastic reader in a funny way, language like kind of not really

Today was the third Friday of the month. That could only mean one thing.

“MOVIE NIGHT WITH MAH BOYEEEEEEEZ!” You howled as you ran through the kitchen and crash landed on the couch, just missing Steve who was already lounging on the cushions.

“(Y/N), please, I’m begging you to stop talking like that.” Steve groaned.

“Steve, if you’re gonna call yourself my friend then you have to deal with every side of me, including the 90′s rapper side that makes the occasional appearance.”

He chuckled and shook his head while he handed you the remote to pick tonight’s movie. You glanced down at the clock and furrowed your brows.

“Hey, where’s Buck? It’s nine on the dot, he should be here.”

“He didn’t text you? He’s not coming,” Steve said cautiously.

“Not coming?” Your finger froze on the button it was about to push. “What do you mean he’s not coming? It’s our movie night.”

“Well, he’s with a girl, (Y/N), it is Friday night.” His defense made you snarl, but you took a deep breath to try and calm yourself.

“Okay, I’m gonna ignore that last statement and pretend you didn’t just disrespect our movie night.”

Steve snorted at you. You rocked in your seat to face him, tucking your feet under you and strangling a pillow in your lap. “Which girl is it now? Dot?”

“No. Uh, he said her name was…”

“Oh is it, umm, what’s her freaking name…” you snapped your fingers in the air until you remembered the blonde who only seemed to be able to access about 12% of her brain. “Kelly?”

“Uh-uh,” he declined.

“The one who lives down on Ferry St.?”

“No.”

“The one who works with Sharon?” You asked.

“That’s Kelly,” Steve chuckled.

“Jesus, I can’t keep ‘em all straight,” you shouted, completely exasperated and throwing yourself down on the couch.

“I think this is a new one anyway. He didn’t say much about her.”

“He never does.” You grumbled as you picked the first movie that popped up on the screen.

Before the opening credits ended you texted Bucky.

How dare you skip out on movie night.

You placed the phone on the coffee table and made yourself comfy as you watched the set up of the action movie you’d seen a couple times before.

A few minutes later your phone lit up with the most unflattering picture of Bucky, meaning he had texted you back. You sat up so quickly, the couch creaked. Steve spotted Bucky’s face on the screen before you could yank it out of his sight.

“(Y/N), he’s on a date, leave him alone.”

“Uh, I highly doubt it’s a traditional date, Steve,” you mumbled as you unlocked your phone and read the message.

I know, I’m sorry. 
I could bring her over and we could all watch something?

You growled aloud and shot him back a text. 

Absolutely not. No randos at movie night.

You tossed your phone on the couch next to you and tried to focus on the movie. A message lit the screen again and you looked down without unlocking it.

You’re a piece of work, (Y/N).

You sighed and burritoed yourself in a blanket, watching the explosions and gunfire on the television.

“What did he say?” Steve asked you once the violent scene had quieted down. 

“He apologized,” you grumbled. 

Steve sighed. “It’s harder than you thought it would be isn’t it?”

The confused look you gave him made it clear he would have to elaborate. 

“To live with us and hide how you feel.”

You shouldn’t be surprised that Steve knew about your feelings for Bucky. Steve and you had been friends for years and he knew you so well, it was like he always knew what was inside your head. 

“I just- he shouldn’t be hooking up with all these girls, ya know? It’s not good for him.” You practically whispered. 

Steve threw his arm around you. “He’ll figure that out.”

You sighed into his touch and leaned on his shoulder. The rest of the movie went by quietly until you both picked up and went to bed. 


The next day you went to the gym to blow off some steam and by the time you got back, Bucky was finally out of bed and making some coffee. He was standing in the kitchen, his long hair pulled into a messy bun, black tank top clinging to his chest and shoulders above thin, grey sweatpants. He was a sight to behold if you weren’t so angry with him for bailing on you and Steve the night before. 

“Good morning,” he said sleepily, sensing your presence as he focused on pouring his drink.

“Morning,” you answered quietly as you squeezed by his large body to grab a plum from the bowl on the other side of the counter. You bit into it as silence hung in the air.

Bucky finally cleared his throat. “How was the movie night?”

“Great,” you shortly declared as you reached to the top cupboard for a glass. Bucky’s eyes fell to your waist as your workout tank rose off your hips and your pale skin peeked out for a moment. You closed the cupboard with a slam and asked, “How was your night?”

“Fine,” he said, side stepping out of your way as you filled the glass with water.

“So you’ll be moving on rather quickly then.”

He sputtered and coughed as he choked on his sip of coffee. “What?”

“If your night was only fine, I’m sure you dumped her this morning and you’ll be moving on to someone new tonight, right?” you spat before taking a sip of your water, grabbing a napkin for your plum and heading out of the kitchen. 

“Hey! You can’t just say something like that and then walk away,” he said, grabbing your elbow and spinning you around.

“Well, it’s true, isn’t it?”

“That-that’s none of your business,” he stammered. When you scoffed, it sent him over the edge. “Is this all because I missed your stupid movie night?” he shouted.

“Well, that was quite the cherry on top, Buck! Since when are your hookups more important than me and Steve?”

“They’re not just hookups, (Y/N)! What kind of a guy do you think I am?” He yelled, ripping his fingers through his long hair.

“I don’t even know anymore! All the sudden you’re going through girls faster than you go through freaking underwear! What the hell happened to you? What are you trying to make up for?”

He pressed his lips together and refused to answer you. You shook your head and put your glass and plum down on the counter with a bang and stalked out of the room. 

“(Y/N)!” he called after you.

You spun around in the doorway. “What, Buck? What do you want?”

“I wanna be yours.” It was soft like a prayer, but you were sure you heard it. 

His words pulled at you, made your hands fall to your sides from their strong position on your hips, your jaw relaxed from its clenched position, the air pulled right from your lungs. But your heart soared as he continued.

“I really care about you, (Y/N). I try to be everything that you need- I try to give you everything you deserve, but I know I’m-Jesus you’re way out of my league and I know that, but I just- I don’t know.” The words flew out of his mouth like they were on fire. When he ran out of steam he sighed and stared at his bare feet on the kitchen floor.

“Bucky-” you started but he interrupted you.

“Ju-just forget it, okay?” He mumbled like a kicked puppy. With his head down, he crossed in front of you and got out of the kitchen as fast as he could before you could stop him.


The next day you laid out on your bed waiting for the sign from F.R.I.D.A.Y., but it never came. 

Later that night you asked her, “F.R.I.D.A.Y., do you remember the plan?”

“Yes, Miss (Y/L/N). But Mr. Barnes hasn’t left his room today.”

“He hasn’t?” you knew an AI couldn’t lie, but you were amazed at her answer. Maybe something else was bothering him or he was busy with paperwork from missions, he always let that stiff pile up. Surely he wasn’t that upset about what happened between you two in the kitchen yesterday.

You waited for her signal for hours before you finally let yourself fall asleep. He would have to come out sometime, you thought.

F.R.I.D.A.Y.’s voice startled you when she woke you up in the middle of the night. “Miss (Y/L/N), Mr. Barnes is in the kitchen.”

You rolled over and sat up too quickly, your head reeling from your sudden movement. You grumbled, “What time is it?” and though you weren’t really expecting an answer, the AI announced that it was 3AM. 

Throwing a sweatshirt over your head you asked F.R.I.D.A.Y. to follow through with her part of the plan. “This better freaking work,” you mumbled in a sleepy fog.

The elevator doors opened and butterflies flooded your stomach when you heard the slow guitar strums coming from the speakers in the kitchen. You sneaked down the hall and peeked your head around the door frame and you couldn’t help but giggle at what you saw. 

Bucky was frantically running around the joined kitchen and living room, pressing just about every button on every remote to try and turn the loud music off.  

You swallowed your fear and a little bit of your pride and stepped into the dim light in front of the refrigerator.  You took a deep breath and started to sing softly to the song and you ignored the heat running through your system when Bucky froze in his pace and stared at you.

“I wanna be your vacuum cleaner, breathing in your dust. I wanna be your Ford Cortina. I will never rust. If you like-”

Your soft singing was cut off by Bucky’s chuckles. “You wanna be my what? My vacuum cleaner?”

“God, Bucky, shut up! Listen!” you shouted, holding a finger up to the speaker as the song rolled on and the most important lyrics were about to be sung. You let the record sing for you because your voice was stolen by your nerves. 

“You call the shots, babe. I just wanna be yours. Secrets I have held in my heart are harder to hide than I thought.” 

Bucky’s smirk fell as he listened to the lyrics booming from the speakers. When he practically ran toward you, you involuntarily took a step back and ran into the cabinets. 

“Maybe I just wanna be yours, I wanna be yours, I wanna be yours,” it sang.

As the music swelled Bucky’s hands cupped your jaw and pulled your lips to his. You fervently kissed him back and when he was sure you weren’t going to run away, his hands fell to your waist and his arms wrapped tightly around your body, pulling you closer to him. 

The four words repeated over and over as he wrapped himself around you and you hid from the world in his long, thick limbs. Every breath was in sync as you ran your fingers through his hair and he fisted the back of your sweatshirt in his rough hands. 

The song ended seemingly as soon as it began and you pulled away from Bucky, his face still only inches from yours. 

“So, you had to wake the whole team up just so you could tell me you liked me back?” He said with a smirk.

“That’s your fault for eating dinner at three in the morning.”

“I was hungry,” he said, playfully pinching the skin on your back. “And where the heck did you find this song?”

“Youtube,” you said, as if it was obvious. “Do you get it? The song’s called I Wanna Be Yours and that’s what you said to me? Do you get it? I spent a lot of time on this, Buck, please acknowledge-” 

“Yes, I get it,” he groaned before stopping your sarcastic rambling with another kiss. You laughed against his lips and thanked Youtube for introducing you to the Arctic Monkeys. 

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*Warning: This fic features a grabby barfly with 19th century views of women.*

     You smelt him before you felt his rough hands clamp tightly around your waist.

     You’d barely taken two steps into the filthy canteen before the reality of where you were truly sunk in.

     You looked around with a sinking feeling at the men who watched you – all the men –and the other women in the bar, you being the only one of which who didn’t have yellow stained teeth and sores around your mouth.

     This wasn’t a movie. There were no heroic loners to stand up to the man, no unnaturally attractive people for they time they were living in – you and your current company excluded. This was the cold reality of humanity’s past.

     Women weren’t treated as equals. Human life was thrown away over frivolous disputes or the preservation of honor. The romanticized version fed to us by Hollywood just didn’t hold up.

     So when you were yanked back against a reeking, dirt-covered man’s chest, you had to reign in the genuine fear that surged through you, had to force yourself to keep a level head.

     You suppressed a gag as the man’s foul-smelling breath snaked around your senses, his meaty fingers digging into your corset-clad waist. You took a steadying breath and started to spin. Then your elbow was colliding with the man’s chin before he even had a chance to speak, stumbling back further as Dean shoved his chest and pulled you behind him.

     “Back the hell up, asshole!” Dean barked.

     You had no doubt that the men in this hell hole were used to needing nothing more than brute strength to get girls to submit to their desires, and knew that they would have no idea what to with a woman – or anyone, for that matter – who actually knew how to fight, but still…

     You latched onto Dean’s arm and allowed him to lead you back to the bar, allowed the men eyeing you with no attempt at subtlety to know that if they even so much as looked at you the wrong way they would find themselves on the wrong end of the stranger’s pistol.

     “You okay?” Dean asked as gently as he could manage, rage still clearly coloring his voice even if it wasn’t aimed at you.

     You smiled and nodded, reassuring both Dean and the brother coming up behind him with no small amount of worry in his features. “Yeah, I’m alright.” You squeezed the eldest Winchester’s hand. “Thank you.”

     You could take anyone here, there was no doubt in your mind, but you weren’t arrogant enough to let your stung pride get in the way of excepting help from someone who cared about you.

     Better safe than sorry, right?


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(And the last one before the fic is posted!!!!!!!!! yay, sorry this is taking ages)

As always, I want to note that this is from the draft of the fic, so some things may be changed for the final version.

Warning: Mentions of vampire biting and so on, but still nothing graphic.

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The paladins had a long week of fighting the Galra and worm-holing through the galaxies. Everyone was fairly pooped so when Allura and Coran gave them the news that they’d be able to take a resting stop on a local planet everyone was excited.

“Yes everyone” Allura said clapping her hands “We’ll all be stopping on the planet Hawsuri for a much needed break” she smiled and looked over to Coran who was fiddling with the controls to pull up some photos of the planet.

“Yes, Princess” he chimed in “This planet is the vacation spot of this galaxy! With the warmth of two suns and a giant ocean and sandy beaches. It’s much like the earth islands called the tropials” he nodded as he flicked through the different photos.

“You mean the tropics, Coran” Pidge corrected from their seat not far from where he was standing.

“Oh yes, of course, my mistake. Hawsuri is much like your earth tropics.. With warm weather and plenty of beaches”. At this everyone cheered, especially lance who slid to the front of the room grinning .

“Say Coran, I’m sure there has to be plenty of alien beach babes who can’t wait to get a taste of this!” He nudged him with his elbow before spinning and shooting him with finger guns. Everyone groaned and stood to leave at this note. Keith being the only one with a frown on his face stayed behind.

“Do we really need to go sit in some crummy sand with the heat of TWO suns beaming down on our backs?!” he shouted looking at Shiro for some support, instead he was met with Shiro’s classic grin and a pat on the shoulder as he headed out the room.

“Look on the bright side Keith this will be your chance to have some much needed bonding time with your fellow team members outside of the ship”

Keith shrugged his hand off and mumbled under his breath “Sure that’s only because you want to see Allura in a bathing suit”. Causing the black paladins neck and ears to turn a dark shade of red as he whipped around to be sure Allura hadn’t heard.

“Keith just try and have fun OK?” he said his expression neutral, but his eyes saying if you ruin this for me I’ll hunt you down. He patted him on the shoulder again a little harder this time before leaving.

Keith followed to go pack his things. Ahead of him he saw lance and hunk and he overheard their chatter about the vacation.

More than the heat of two suns and crummy sand, he wasn’t ready to endure another session of Lance flirting with everything that had two legs (if that even mattered to him anymore). Keith didn’t know why but the idea of seeing him ogling over some space chick made his blood boil. Why couldn’t he just act like everyone else civilized!

Instead of smiling and spitting cheesy pick up line to everything that moved.. He didn’t know if he could stomach another day of that. It caused him to think about too many unwanted emotions that he couldn’t explain just yet… like why he only hated the flirting when it was someone else.. or why he hated to admit that he always felt his chest clench whenever Lance directed his affections toward him.

“ugh” Keith grunted

He slid his door open and flopped on the bed, not even bothering to pack anything. Throwing one arm over his head he sighed listening to muffled sounds Lance’s humming in the shower through his wall. I bet he’ll be up all night packing, that idiot, going through all that trouble to get ready. For what. All those facials don’t do anything… He looked just fine like he is.. His hair always looks so silky and amazing- Wait what!! I mean.. In a bros kinda way.. Scratch that?!! Lance is gross.

He huffed and flopped over burying his face into his pillow, dozing off to the sound of Lance’s humming.

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Keith blushed looking away quickly as Lance held the sunscreen bottle up. “Just make sure to get my entire back mullet-head, I can’t risk burning this body” he smirked and Keith felt his heart skip a beat as he shakily took the bottle out of his hand as the copper toned boy rolled over on the towel where he was laying. Revealing his lean, yet toned back, long slender legs and Keith couldn’t help but let his eyes trail over him. He blushed when he realized what had caught is attention the most.

“O-ok” he replied kneeling down. He squeezed out the lotion and started to rub it slowly into Lances back starting at his shoulders and working his way down.

Lance shivered under his touch and Keith’s heart started pounding.  He started rubbing him slower, gently skimming his fingers down his spine. A small breathy moan come from Lance and that’s when Keith stilled looking down with him equally aroused and in shock.

“W-why did you stop?” Lance whispered, a small blush creeping up the back of his neck and ears.

“What..?” He asked unsure his ears

where working properly.

“I said, p-please finish rubbing me.. Keith I want your hands all over my BEEEEEP BEEEEEP BEEEEEP*”

Keith shot up in bed his heart racing. He scanned his surrounding and cursed realizing it was just a dream.

A dream about lance!? It was bad enough to have deal with him every day now Keith was having dreams about him too.

He lifted his blanket up looking down at his lap and cursed under his breath annoyed that his body was betraying his true feelings.

Hopping out of bed he pulled on his boots and headed for the door when he realized there was a big problem.

He was hard as a rock and he has less than 5 mins to get to the controls room. Swiftly he grabbed his bag and held it in front of himself grumbling again.

“This is so obvious!”

Just as he stepped out his room he saw Lance walking past.

“Yo good morning Mullet-head” he laughed and stepped forward to shove him, when Keith slapped his hand away dropping the bag and scrambling awkwardly to hide his… situation.

“Don’t touch me!” He yelled way to loudly, his face turning red.

“Woah.. calm down dude” Lance laughed “geez what’s your-” he was cut off as his eyes traveled down Keith’s torso to his wait and then … when lance realized what Keith was desperately trying (and failing) to hide a blush crept onto his face.

When he heard Lance shifting back and forth on his feet he bristled shouting 

“Just. Go. Away” instantly regretting the amount of spite in his voice.

“Woah! Sorry… it’s not my fault y- , actually never mind” he huffed and stormed off.

Keith knew he’d overreacted but after that dream he couldn’t help but be on edge. He shook his head back and forth, instead, trying to steady his breathing as he focused on anything to clear his mind of his dream about Lance.

He could still hear his voice and octave lower begging him to rub his body, the way he looked up at him with his blue eyes glassy and lidded, his mouth….

damn it this wasn’t helping.

Instead he switched to thinking about training and how he couldn’t wait to get some extra time to work on his offensive moves. He was great with impulsive defense moves but not so great when it came to the latter.

Keith continued to mull this over, idly walking down the hall until he strolled into the control room where everyone else stood waiting for him.

“ITS ABOUT TIME!” Lance yelled throwing his hands up in forced exasperation. Trying to act normal, but the redness in his ear betrayed him.

“You finally decided to show up” he placed his hands on his hips and scowled pursing his lips “ I know that you aren’t excited about the beach keeeeeith” Lance said dragging out his name

“But I’ve got a date with a purple ocean and hot space babes”

“What are you talking about, Lance I -”

“Oh no-nonono we don’t want to hear your excuses just follow us to the lower deck we’re about to land soon” he held up his manicured hand in Keith’s face before storming off. The others just stood there speechless, giving him apologetic looks, except for Coran who smiled brightly as he chartered on and on about the customs of this planet.


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This might be trash.. forgive me it is my first time. I might continue if you guys like it

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Summary: Based on this request by @diving-down-to-wonderland

Hey doll :) I wanted to ask for an imagine where you’re Buck’s girlfriend but are also a bit shy. One time you visit him after work (you work at a Little cafe) and surprise him in his Apartment in the Tower just as he Comes out of the shower. You’re flustered at first and turn around but he Comes and hugs you. Then you tell him you’re finally ready to lose your virginity to him and he’s all gentle that night and later you cuddle :) and also something with his metal arm if you like hihi Thanks❤️❤

Bucky x reader. FLUFF/MODERATE SMUT. Word count: 1,749

TW: sex

A/N: Sorry this request took so long to finish, but I hope you enjoy it!!!

Your name: submit What is this?

“Y/N, are you alright? You’ve been staring at the same spot on the wall for the last fifteen minutes,” asked your coworker Megan as you leaned on the counter by the espresso machine with a blank stare on your face.

”Oh, sorry Megan, I was just thinking. Slow night tonight, huh?”

“Yeah. You were thinking about Bucky, weren’t you? I can tell by that silly look in your eyes.”

“That obvious, huh? I just haven’t gotten to see him much lately with work and all. These evening shifts are killing me,” you explained.

“Look, it’s quiet in here anyway—just go see him! I’ll cover for you,” said Megan as she motioned to the back door. You smiled and took off your barista apron, hanging it on the hook by the door.

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anonymous asked:

Could you do an story where Claire and Jamie return to Castle Leoch before going to the colonies. Bonus points for one where Jamie never married Laogherie :) (up to you!!)


The horses followed the craggy path with ease. The jolting motion, however, was causing my stomach to churn unpleasantly. In front of me Bree had her chubby hands wrapped in the horse’s mane, her giggles and squeals growing louder with each lurching jolt. Breathing deeply through my nose, I tried to quell the sick feeling of nausea with no luck. The wet earth smelled of manure and amphibians which only increased my unease.

“Jamie?” I called out weakly. He didn’t stop or turn around. “Jamie?” I called again, this time I believe, louder than before, still he didn’t turn.

“DA!” Bree screamed, our horse’s ears twitched out and snorted at the shrillness, but it caught his attention. Jamie turned around, face flush from the cold and obvious laughter.

“Aye, mo nighean ruaidh? Ye need me?”

Bree shook her head, red curls bouncing all over. “Mama needs ye.”

Looking from Bree to myself, I could see the confusion and understanding dawn on his face. “Ye alright, Sassenach? Yer face is a twinge green.”

I shook my head ready to answer only to quickly clap my hand across my mouth. Without thought, I had stopped my horse and flung myself off of her, racing to the bramble throwing up. My hands shook, and my face broke out into a cold sweat as I tried to steady myself.

“Claire!” Jamie was behind me, gripping my elbow to spin me around. His eyes filled with concern as both of our daughters watched from horseback, a crease between their eyebrows.

“Mama sick?” Bree asked at the same time Faith yelled, “Mama you can’t be sick!”

“I’m not sick,” I said barely above a whisper, my voice cracking and hoarse. “Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ, it was never this bad with either of them!”

“The ween givin’ ye trouble, mo ghradh? Do ye think ye could make it to Inverness or shall we stop at Leoch?”

“No. No!” I tried with more force. “I don’t want to stop early. We have a ship to catch, I can’t risk you getting taken away. I will not risk losing our family when we are so close to freedom!”

Jamie tucked my head under his chin, and I could feel his laugh rumble through my own chest. “I’ll no be taken from ye, mo ghradh. Never again.” I felt him press a kiss to the top of my head. “Wee Hamish is in charge at Leoch now since Colum and Dougal have both passed. He’ll give us some sanctuary for the time needed. He is still family and he’ll protect us.”

I shook my head against his chest, breathing in deeply his unique smell, finally feeling calm. “No.”

“If ye canna handle the horse through a mountain trail, how are ye going to fare on a ship to the Colonies across a rough sea?”

I felt myself go pale at the thought of rough waters. “God what I wouldn’t give for an aeroplane right now!”

“Aye, yer magical contraptions that could get us across the water in less time would be most welcome. I’m no so fond of the prospect of going across the water, and it’d be best if at least one of us were conscience to watch after the girls. Fergus isna here to look after them this time.”

“I know, but I do not wish to delay! He’s over there, alone, waiting on us! Who is to say he even found your aunt and that she believed him as to who he is! He’s our son, Jamie, I need to get to him. It’s been four months as it is, another week of travel by horseback and a two months at sea, I can’t wait any longer.” My voice breaking now from the tears threatening to overtake me.

“Shhh, Sassenach. We’ll get back to him, he’s no alone. He has Murtagh with him, who would protect him with his life. Fergus would rather ye make sure yerself and this bairn are safe rather than come after him in a single minded fury. We’ll stop at Leoch and rest then be on our way, aye? We’re no but an hour or so’s ride from the castle.”

Sighing in defeat I murmured into his chest, “Fine. But I don’t want coddled! I’m not even showing for Christ’s sake.”

Jamie laughed and sat me behind Bree once again, “No, yer not, but yer still carrying something precious and I dinna want either of ye harmed.”

The two hour ride turned into four, pausing for my frequent need to expel the contents of my stomach every few minutes. Bree had grown restless, switched places with her sister and promptly fell asleep against Jamie’s chest.

“Mama?” Faith asked, looking more timid than I had ever seen her before. I kissed the top of her head and squeezed her closer to me.

“Yes my love?”

“You’re not going to get sick like ye were with….me are you?” Tears filled her blue eyes as she hastily looked down.

“What–”

“Fergus told me ye nearly died and me as well had it not been for Mother Hildegard and… and I don’t want to lose you or my new brother. I can’t lose you!” Her small shoulders began to shake as she spoke, her words dropping off with each sniffle.

“No baby, no. You won’t lose me or this baby. It’s completely normal for me to be sick right now, there’s no reason I shouldn’t be.”

“You weren’t with Bree!” She countered.

“No, and I wasn’t this bad with you either, but each baby is different. So my body will react differently for each child. Don’t you worry about that. What I need for you to do is be happy and love this child as much as you can. You’ll be almost eleven by the time this baby makes his or her appearance, and I know it’ll be challenging for you. So just love them and be patient. A baby is a big responsibility.”

“I will Mama, I promise.” She turned and buried her face in my chest, her sniffles dying down the longer I held her close.

“Look up sweetheart.” I whispered into her ear, brushing the brown curls away from her face. “Take a look at Castle Leoch.”

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hi! My birthday will be 20th of April... I know it is far far away but.... ;-)

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Happy birthday! We know this is a little late for your time zone, but we wish you a stellar day nonetheless! 


It’s time. I gave myself two days to work up the courage to tell my boss I won’t be working for him anymore. It’s been exactly 48 hours, and if I wait any longer I’ll have to tell my new boss I can’t start on time.

I take a deep breath, push the swivel chair away from my desk and prepare to give my two week’s notice. I’ve been offered a job that pays a smidge more and I can advance within the company, so it’s kind of a no brainer. Although I do love my current job, I’ll only ever be a secretary.

And I really like my boss. Like, really like him. That’s part of the problem, too. I’ve been attracted to him from day one. He’s a blond-haired, blue-eyed specimen of perfection worthy of god-status, but in two years he’s never given me any indication that he’s interested. He’s single and, unless he keeps his private life under wraps tighter than a nun’s vagina, he never dates. Ever. His ring finger has been bare since I’ve known him, he’s shown up at every company holiday party alone, and he has no pictures of anyone other than family in his office.

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Sherlock Valentine’s Day Challenge Day #4


A/N: This is for my good friend @sherlockedimagines!

Prompt: “What do you mean you forgot to make reservations?”

Sherlock was never one for sentimental observances like Valentine’s Day but as he climbs the stairs to his flat, taking them two at a time, he realizes that all that had changed since meeting you.

He lets himself into the space he shares with you and sees you, crouched in front of the fire places, tossing another log on to it. He smiles as you stand and turn, brushing your hands off on your skirt.

“Welcome home,” you say, returning the smile. You cross the room to him and, reaching up on your toes to kiss him. He kisses you like he’s been apart from you for weeks instead of just one long day. You pull away and place your hands on his chest and gaze up at him. You watch his eyes flit around the flat for a moment.

“No decorations, no chocolates,” he observed. “No romantic dinner cooking away?” You smile and shook your head.

“Nope,” you confirm, reaching up and tugging off his blue scarf. “I do, however, have big plans for tonight.”

“Oh?” He asks, shrugging out of his long coat and draping it over a chair.

“Mmmmm…” you purr. “They involve you. And me.” You kiss him again softly then pull away. “And none of these awful clothes…” you hook your fingers into his two front belt loops and tug, pulling him towards the bedroom. He smiles and gazes you with lust-filled eyes.

“You are perfection,” he murmurs, grabbing you and pulling you towards him. His hands are tugging at your clothes, while yours fist in his dark curls. You burst through the door of the bedroom and fall onto the bed, a tangle of limbs and hungry lips and hands.

Suddenly, there is a knock at the door. You pause and listen.

“Ignore it,” Sherlock commands, his face still buried in the crook of your neck. Then, another, louder knock. Exasperated, Sherlock pushes off of your slightly.

“Go away!” He yells, and the knocking seems to stop. His lips return to yours, but you have a thought.

“Did you lock the door?” you ask in between kisses.

“Can’t recall,” he whispers.

“Sherlock?” A matronly female voice calls from the bedroom doorway. “Oh, my word!” Sherlock leaps off of you and spins around. You look up to see an older woman, who slightly resembles Sherlock standing there with a hand clapped over her mouth.

“Mum?” Sherlock gasps. You push yourself up into a seated position and smooth down your clothes. “Dad!?” he groans as an older gentleman appears in the doorway behind his mother. “Living room, please!” He says, herding them from the bedroom. You bury your face in your hands, mortified. You take a few moments to collect yourself and then you follow.

You stop short as you see Sherlock standing before his parents, pinching the bridge of his nose, his eyes shut and his lips pursed into a hard line.

“What do you mean,” he asked, in an even and controlled tone, “you forgot to make reservations?”

“We thought we could just grab a table,” the older man shrugged.

“Dad,” Sherlock said, “You decided to take Mum to dinner in London… with no reservations… on Valentine’s Day?”

“So we figured we’d pop in and spend it with you!” Mrs. Holmes answered. Sherlock gaped at her. “We didn’t know you had… company.”

“That is absolutely NOT-”

“NOT a problem,” you jumped in, cutting him off. All three turned to look at you, all equally surprised.

“Sherlock,” His mother smiled. “Why don’t you properly introduce us?” Sherlock was still glaring at you and you bit the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing.

“Hi,” you said, extending your hand to each parent, “I’m Y/N, Sherlock’s girlfriend.”

“Yes, sorry, Y/N, please meet my parents,” Sherlock said, “who will apparently be joining us this evening.”

“Lovely to meet you,” you say, enjoying Sherlock’s reaction way more than you ever thought you would. “Come in, have a seat! Sherlock, why don’t you open a bottle of wine?”

The elder Holmeses make themselves comfortable in the living room and Sherlock follows you into the kitchen. Once out of sight he grabs your elbow and spins you around to face him.

“What were you thinking?” He whispers. “We had big plans, remember?” You can’t help but laugh.

“I was being nice to your parents,” you say but he continues to pout. “Don’t worry, handsome. I will make it up to you.”

“You’d better,” he says, his deep voice sending chills down your spine.

“I will, I promise,” you say and it’s a promise you full intended to keep.

anonymous asked:

Can you write a bughead oneshot where they don't talk about the first kiss and dance around it for a while. Suddenly their schools Shakespeare company is doing a production of Romeo and Juliet (ironically) but the thing is Juggie doesn't get the role of Romeo (like Reggie or Archie does) and he interrupts the show midway through by reading the dialogue at the first meeting scene. Sorry it's super specific but I love your oneshots

This one was really fun to write, hope you enjoy it!

“I need everyone to quiet down!”

The theatre director stood backstage in the middle of chaos - costume pieces flying every which way, scripts fluttering across the hardwood floor, actors and actresses practicing their lines in their not-so-inside voices.

“Reggie, stop putting the props in Chuck’s ear, what did I say after the last time?” She hurried over to the boys standing by the props table, her long hair whipping over her shoulder as she frantically ripped the tiny object out of Reggie’s hand.

“I can’t believe we’re being forced to perform such an archaic piece of literary garbage. It’s so outdated,” Veronica whined, tossing her script onto a folding chair by the side of the stage. “I mean what teenager nowadays would climb up to someone’s window as a way of declaring one’s affections for them?”

Betty’s eyes went wide as she glanced at Jughead, her heart beating rapidly in her chest.

“No one,” Betty said almost too quickly, fiddling with a fraying piece of fabric on her costume and avoiding Veronica’s gaze.

“Exactly, B, glad to see you’re on my side on this one,” Veronica beamed at Betty before pulling on the arm of her dress and frowning. “Although, the fact that you’re our Juliet isn’t really helping the cause.”

Jughead gently pulled Betty away from Veronica, leaning in close to her ear so no one else could hear them.

“Bets, are we ever going to talk about it?” Jughead whispered. “It’s been weeks.”

“Talk about what?” Betty feigned confusion as she turned away from him to busily flip through her script. 

“You know what,” Jughead muttered, lowering his gaze to give her a knowing look.

“Alright, that’s enough!” The director’s voice rose above the chatter, signaling to to the group that it was time to meet with her in the center of the stage. “Gather around everyone, we don’t have a lot of time!”

“You said to pretend like nothing happened,” Betty reminded Jughead, looking back at him struggling to keep of with her as she hurried to join the rest of the group. “So that’s exactly what I’m doing.”

“I didn’t mean-”

“Jughead, honestly, the faster you’re done wasting my time, the faster I can be done wasting yours,” the director sighed, turning to the students staring at her with bored expressions and taking an annoyed breath. “As you all know, our first performance of Romeo and Juliet is tomorrow. You all have put a lot of work into this and I expect that you will treat the performance with as much respect as it deserves. In other words, if you make a mockery of this program, I will see you in detention for an entire month - I’m looking at you Reggie. Okay, let’s get this over with!”

“Betty, I didn’t mean for us to skirt around each other like we were never even friends,” Jughead explained, taking her by the elbow and spinning her around slightly to meet his gaze. “I miss talking to you.”

“I miss you too, Juggie,” Betty admitted, her lips twitching into a faint smile as she allowed herself get lost in his eyes for a moment.

“Juliet, wherefore art thou Romeo? I know that’s not what that really means, but- oh never mind,” the director stammered, but stopped abruptly when she realized a dozen eyes were staring at her like she was crazy. “Seriously, Betty, where is he?”

“I’m here, Ms. Machin!”

As if on cue, Archie Andrews burst through the stage door to join the rest of his classmates on the stage.

“Sorry, I had music rehearsal with the pussycats and-” Archie struggled to catch his breath as he quickly tried to explain himself, but was cut off by an aggravated Ms. Machin shoving his costume in his face.

“Oh, I’m so glad you’ve put so much time and effort into other activities, Archie, but we have a performance tomorrow,” Ms. Machin reminded him. “So can we please run through this play before I start ripping my hair out of my head?”

“Yikes,” Veronica winced. “Sounds like someone needs a good long bath and a bottle of merlot after this horrid play is over and done with. And I don’t just mean me.”

“So are we okay?” Jughead asked, turning to Betty as she watched the group disperse in front of her. “You and me?”

“That depends,” Betty shrugged. “What did the kiss mean?”

“Bets, why do we have to decide that right now, I don’t-”

Rolling her eyes, Betty turned away from Jughead, already tired of hearing this answer, and made her way across the stage to look up at Archie putting one arm through the jacket that accompanied his costume.

“Arch, can we go over the blocking for our last scene together one more time?” Betty asked. “I just want to be sure I have it down perfectly.”

“Yeah, let’s do it,” Archie agreed, tugging on the hem of his jacket and smiling down at her as they headed off to a quieter location to practice.

“Okay, what is going on with you two?” Veronica emerged from somewhere behind Jughead, gesturing towards Betty with a raised eyebrow. “You’ve been dodging each other for weeks. Seriously I watched Betty dive into the girl’s bathroom just to avoid running into you last week. Something happened between you two didn’t it?”

“I don’t know,” Jughead muttered, rubbing the back of his neck uncomfortably and staring at a spot in the hardwood floor. “Maybe.”

“Oh my god, I knew it!” Veronica exclaimed, her face brightening at the thought of an unexpected romance. “But wait, then what’s the problem?”

“A few weeks ago, we kind of had…” Jughead fidgeted in his spot, lowering his voice so he couldn’t be heard by any unsuspecting ears. “A moment.”

“Meaning?”

“We kissed,” Jughead admitted. “And afterwards I kind of… freaked out.”

“Like you ran screaming in the other direction like a five-year-old afraid of those people in the creepy character costumes at an amusement park?” Veronica asked, her brows drawing together as she tried to comprehend what he was saying.

“No,” Jughead sighed. “I just - I panicked and didn’t think she wanted it to happen. I mean, it was kind of out of the blue. But then again, it really wasn’t. Anyway, I told her just to pretend like it didn’t happen and now…”

“Now she’s treating you like you’re a piece of gum on the bottom of her shoe,” Veronica finished for him, nodding as if she understood exactly what he was talking about. “I mean you try to ignore it, but it keeps making itself known every time you walk and it sticks to the floor.”

“Kinda harsh,” Jughead scoffed. “But essentially - yes.”

“Well lucky for you, Ronnie knows how to fix even the direst dating woe,” Veronica assured him, her lips curling into a devilish smirk. “And believe it or not, this situation is not that dire. Here’s what you need to do - you need to show her that you really do want to be with her. Make some grand gesture, do whatever it takes to get her to believe you.”

“Well, how do I do that?”

“That part’s up to you my friend,” Veronica told him, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder as she turned to Archie and Betty at the other end of the stage. “But if I were you, I’d do it soon. Her Romeo is literally her dream Romeo, so I’d act fast.”

With that, Veronica crossed the stage to talk to a few of the girls in charge of the set decoration, leaving Jughead to watch as Betty laughed at something Archie was saying from across the stage.

“But he’s not,” Jughead muttered to himself, thinking back to the day he crawled into her room and kissed her like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“Okay, let’s run through the balcony scene before we do a complete run-through!” Ms. Machin directed the group, gesturing for everyone to get into places with frantic hands. “Let’s go, people, the clock is ticking!”

“Okay, Juggie, it’s now or never,” Jughead whispered under his breath. “You might not be her Romeo in the play, but you were her Romeo when you climbed through her window the other day.”

“Alright, Act 2, Scene 2,” Ms. Machin clapped her hands together as the actors began to file into their positions. “Juliet appears on the balcony above, Romeo is below when he spots her and-”

Archie stepped onto the stage, glancing up at Betty with a look of longing as he began to deliver his lines.

“But soft! What light through yonder window breaks? It is the-”

Jughead couldn’t wait anymore. Before he could talk himself out of it, he hopped out from behind the lighting booth and made his way onto the stage.

“It is the east and Juliet is the sun,” Jughead finished the line for Archie, causing dozens of eyes to look to him with curious -yet intrigued- expressions.

“Jughead Jones, I will not have you make a mockery of-” Ms. Machin’s face was beet red from anger, but Veronica stepped behind her to place a gentle hand on her shoulder.

“Let him finish!” Veronica insisted, nodding for Jughead to finish the line as he stood in front of the balcony, looking up at Betty.

“Arise fair sun and kill the envious moon, who is already sick and pale with grief, that thou fair maid art far more fair than she,” Jughead continued, meeting Betty’s gaze with a look of regret and sorrow. “I messed up Bets. I should have told you how I felt about you a long time ago, but I was scared. I wasn’t sure if you felt the same way so I kind of - freaked out.”

“Juggie, all you had to do was talk to me,” Betty told him, taking a step closer to the edge of the balcony and leaning over it to smile down at him. “You can talk to me about anything.”

“I know,” Jughead met her smile before turning to everyone watching them and taking a deep breath. “So I’m asking you this now, in front of our entire class - will you go out with me?”

“Of course I will,” Betty answered, and a roar of cheers coming from the cast made an embarrassed giggle escape her lips.

Before anyone could protest, Jughead started climbing up the ladder meant to look like vines crawling up the side of the building and hoisted himself up and over the balcony to join Betty.

“Mr. Jones, that set it to be handled with care don’t you-” Ms. Machin yelled from the stage, but Jughead was already up and over before she could finish her sentence.

“Now, that’s the kind of play I would be excited about performing,” Veronica muttered to herself, clapping her hands together happily as she watched her friends smile at one another with goofy grins.

“Feel familiar?” Jughead asked as they stood in front of the hand-built window, his hands on her waist as she took a step closer to him.

“No yet,” Betty breathed before closing the space between them and placing her hands on his cheeks, their lips meeting with a kiss that was even better than their first.

The Quiet Game

Request: Oh my god. I just found out your prompt list and totally fell in love with this - Your bias confesses through text message while sitting next to you. Can you pleeease make that one with Kihyun? It would suit him so damn hard :D Saranghae authornim <3

16) Your bias confesses through text message while sitting next to you

Member: Monsta X’s Kihyun x Y/N

Type: Fluff


I smacked at Kihyun’s hand as he reached past me, drawing small designs in the fogged window of the van we were crowded in. I rested my head once again on the cool glass, trying to ward off the impending bout of carsickness I knew would be coming on, and shut my eyes. 

“Yah, what was that for!” he hissed, retracting his hand to his chest dramatically. “I was trying to write something.”

“You were squishing me,” I muttered, readjusting on the edge of the seat. 

“Because you weren’t already being crushed before?” Kihyun chuckled. 

I cracked my eyes open slowly, giving him my best annoyed expression as I surveyed the van. When the Monsta X boys had asked if I wanted to go to the beach with them today, I was more than willing to get out of the house. That was until they were shoving me in the back seat of their transit van for a two hour ride with seven very different, and very loud personalities. 

“Aigoo, noona!” Changkyun screeched from the opposite side of our bench seat. “Can’t you scoot down anymore? I can’t feel my legs.”

“We’ll have to leave you in the car then,” Kihyun sighed, adjusting to take up more of I.M.’s room than he had previously. “Pity. We’ll crack the window for you.”

“You aren’t funny hyung,” Changkyun grumbled, pouting out of the opposite window. 

“I never claimed to be,” Kihyun bit back, shooting me a wink. 

I rolled my eyes, leaning forward to set my chin on the seat in front of us. Minhyuk and Jooheon had discovered the auxiliary chord that Wonho had so desperately tried to hide, and were now cycling through their respective playlists, turning the car into a mobile karaoke facility. 

“Can’t you do anything?” Wonho yelled over the bumping bass separating him from Shownu. 

Shownu stared blankly back at him, a small smirk on his otherwise vacant face. He pointed helplessly to his ears before turning around, continuing to bop to the music. 

“Aish, Kihyunnie,” Wonho sighed, spinning around and nearly elbowing the sleeping Hyungwon in the head. “Do something.”

“Please,” I nodded, giving Kihyun an encouraging nod. Normally I had an overwhelming amount of energy to devote to not killing MInhyuk and Jooheon, but I was feeling more and more nauseous by the moment. 

Kihyun watched me carefully for a moment before leaning into my ear. “Are you okay?”

“I’m a little more than a little carsick,” I groaned back, rubbing my temples. “And if I have to listen to ‘It G Ma’ one more time, I think I will vomit.”

Kihyun’s face turned serious as his eyes began to cut across the car. In one swift motion, he reached into the seat before us and grabbed the auxiliary chord. He gave it a hard yank, causing it to unplug and come flying in his direction. Before Minhyuk and Jooheon even had the opportunity to whine, he had already wrapped it up in his hand and set it far out of their reach. 

“Yah!” Jooheon shouted, spinning around in his seat to better argue with Kihyun. 

Kihyun pursed his lips and arched his brows, waiting for Jooheon to speak. Jooheon licked his lips, giving an unsure glance in Minhyuk’s direction. Minhyuk looked over his shoulder, a pout heavy on his lips. 

“Why did you have to spoil the fun?” he grumbled, crossing his arms. 

“I have a better idea. Let’s play a game,” Kihyun said slowly, his words deliberate. He gave a cautious glance to me before continuing to speak. “The Quiet Game.”

“Well that sounds boring,” Jooheon sighed. “Isn’t that where the one who doesn’t talk for the longest amount of time wins?”

“That is precisely the one,” Kihyun continued. Wonho looked back at him, a large grin on his face as he nodded along with him, urging him to continue. 

“Hyungwon is actually already winning,” Kihyun smiled, jutting his chin out at the sleeping member. “So we should start - one, two, three, go!”

Jooheon looked to Kihyun with large eyes as he spun in his seat, remaining perfectly still. i tried to hush the giggle coming out of my mouth, but only managed to sound like a deflated balloon as I watched the boys before me. 

“Not to sound pretentious, but you’re going to lose.” read the text message that appeared on my phone screen. I looked up slowly at Kihyun, a serene smile plastered on his face as he looked past me and out of the window. 

“How do you figure?” I texted in response. 

“All I have to do is let you in on one little secret, and boom, you lose. i’ll wait though. i’m a very patient person.”

I furrowed my brows as I looked up at him again. As much as I loved Kihyun, he could sound a lot like Jigsaw sometimes.

I rolled my eyes and leaned my head against the window once again. I felt Kihyun stretch beside me, wrapping his arm gently around my shoulders. I opened one eye, then the other, as he pointed to his shoulder. I nodded, slowly adjusting in my seat to lean against him and sighed. He was so warm and soft, I knew it would only be a matter of moments before I was lolled off into a comforting sleep. 


“I didn’t!” Jooheon screeched, waving his arms around dramatically. 

“You did!” Minhyuk yelled back in return. 

“What in the hell are you two arguing about?” Hyungwon croaked, rubbing sleepily at his eyes. I sat up from Kihyun’s shoulder and did the same. 

“He spoke! He lost!” Minhyuk shouted. 

“And so did you, idiot,” Changkyun sighed, shaking his head. “And so did I, fuck.”

“Wait, were you guys playing the silent game?” Hyungwon asked, thoroughly confused as he looked around the vehicle. Both Kihyun and I nodded, still in silence. 

“So I’m guessing it’s Kihyun, Y/N, Wonho, and Shownu left?” Hyungwon asked as Jooheon and Minhyuk continued to squabble beside him. 

“Huh?” Shownu asked, pulling an earbud from his ear and looking with wide eyes at his member. 

“What I meant to say was Kihyun, Y/N, and Wonho,” Hyungwon nodded. 

Kihyun gave me a side eye as he picked up his phone, the maniacal grin growing on his face by the moment. He typed on the screen rapidly and smiled as he locked it again, placing it facedown on his knee. 

Not even a full minute later, Wonho took in a sharp breath of air and spun, giving Kihyun the dirtiest look I had ever seen come across his handsome face. “Take it back.”

Kihyun waggled his brows, a smile pulling on the side of his lips. 

“You lost,” Hyungwon yawned, rolling toward his member and nuzzling his face into his shoulder. 

“Take it back!” Wonho screeched, shaking his head back and forth in anger. 

“What did he say hyung?” Changkyun whispered, looking sadly between them. 

“He texted…he texted me…,” Wonho hissed sulkily, he looked to his phone and began to read verbatim. “Go get your hair done. Roots are for trees, bitch.”

Hyungwon leaned back from Wonho’s shoulder and let out a loud cackle. Kihyun wiggled his shoulders, sitting further back in the seat, and smiled to himself. 

“So that leaves Kihyun and Y/N,” Changkyun sighed. “Until hyung turns on her too.”

“It’s only a game,” Wonho pouted. “Words hurt.”

Kihyun rolled his eyes before lifting up his phone and typing lazily into it. After a few moments I felt my phone vibrate. I took a deep breath, trying to prepare myself for whatever words I was about to read. 

“ready to lose?”

I cocked an eyebrow and looked out the window. Initially I had assumed Kihyun had brought up The Quiet Game as a way to calm down the vehicle. I thought for a moment he may genuinely care about my well being and how I wasn’t feeling well in the backseat. I should have know that his competitive side would inevitably come out and he would sabotage as many members as he could. 

“should i just air some of my own dirty laundry now and call it a day?”

“i wouldn’t do that to you. that’s not part of the plan ;)” 

I stopped the groan that almost escaped my lips as I looked at him. He continued to look out of the window, a placid look on his handsome face. 

“fine. what kihyun. please indulge me.”

Kihyun smiled as he looked down at his screen and began to type quickly, deliberately. 

“i’m completely head over heels and incredibly in love with you” 

“lol”

Kihyun’s eyes shook as he looked down at his screen and back up to me, shock evident on his expression. He couldn’t be serious…could he?

“lol? do you not believe me?”

I began to grow nervous as Kihyun watched me, his mouth slightly ajar. 

“y/n. i loved you before i even knew i loved you. you have completely captured me. my attention is yours. my heart is yours. my future is yours. make what you will of it, but please…just don’t leave me here wondering.”

“all of this to win a game kihyun? really i thought much more of you than that.”

Kihyun blinked in shock as he looked back and forth from his screen to me. He licked his lips slowly, biting on the bottom as a thousand different thoughts flew through his mind. He turned slowly, angling his shoulders to face me before pouncing, taking my face in his hands and kissing me deeply. 

I found myself closing my eyes, relaxing into his kiss. His touch was fire against my cold skin and I honestly thought I may have stopped breathing at some point. He pulled away from me, an anxious look waiting in his eyes. 

“I’m all in,” I nodded, a small smile coming to my face with my whisper. “I care about you too.”

“Good,” he smiled, setting his forehead against mine. “Because I care about you so much, I’ll choose to ignore that you lost the quiet game.” 

Originally posted by wonhontology

Control (Philip x Reader)

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Warnings- Phil is a player?? really long fic with a really basic plot line?

Request- “okay this is my first request but I knew no one could write my messy ideas better😂 I was wondering if I could get a Phillip or john imagine where the reader is being teased about sexual stuff and she’s uncomfortable because she’s never even been kissed and when Phillip/john finds out they teach her how to kiss… and you can take it on from there ;) THANKS BABE❤️”

A/N- (I didn’t mean for this to get so feelingsy and then…sorry)

Words- 2890

Song- Originally it was going to be the first song but then the fic took on a bit of a different tone bc my brain doesn’t shut up so I guess the second matches the car bit and the first is for like everything else ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Good Girls Go Bad – Cobra Starship ft. Leighton Meester

I’m Low on Gas and You Need a Jacket – Pierce The Veil

The empty liquor bottle spun and spun around the circle. You felt a pit in your stomach, but you were far from peachy. It stalled, pointing to someone across the circle. The girl next to you giggled and leaned forward, meeting lips with the boy, Philip, you thought. You’d seen him around, always talking to a different girl. He smirked as he pulled away from the current one. She bit her lip and giggled, sitting back down. 

You froze. She passed the bottle to you. It sat on the floor in front of you. glaring at you. You looked up at all the people at the party. None of them were someone you wanted to kiss. Your friend, Danielle, nudged you with her elbow. 

“Spin the bottle.” she whispered aggressively. 

You shrugged. “Uh…um… pass.” You quickly gave the bottle to her. There were several groans and eye rolls. 

“Come on, Y/N! Don’t be like that!” someone shouted. 

Your face heated up. “Like what?” you said angrily. 

“God, you’re such a virgin!” 

You didn’t know who said that, but the instant that word was heard, your mouth clamped shut. You wanted to run away. Hide in a bathroom and cry maybe. But that would just cause more of a scene. So you mumbled an off-hand “whatever” and kept your head down, hoping that no one could see how embarrassed and pissed you were.

That word always got to you. Yes, you were a virgin. Fuck, most of the people who said that to you were virgins themselves. But they always said it like it was disgusting. Like you should be ashamed for never having any intimate moments with anybody. 

It wasn’t that you’d never had an opportunity. You’d dated a few people, but you always panicked before you even got so far as kissing. It felt too vulnerable, and it was too new for you.

“It’s fine.”Danielle said quietly. You hadn’t even been paying attention to the rest of the game, but now it was over and the crowd was dispersing and talking loudly. “Just ignore them.” 

You shrugged and sipped some cheap beer from your cup. 

“Why’d you pass though?” she said suddenly. 

You gaped at her. “You know I’ve never kissed anyone. No one here is ‘first kiss’ material. Besides, why would I want something like that to happen for the first in a dingy basement with someone who’s half drunk?” 

“You’ve never kissed anyone?” somebody said. You turned around quickly. Philip was standing with his arms crossed and an amused expression on his face. 

You stood quickly off the floor and pushed your finger against his chest. “You won’t tell anyone what you just heard or I swear to-” 

“Woah relax.” He held his hands up. You glared wordlessly. He dropped his head closer to you and raised his eyebrows. “You’ve really never been kissed?” he laughed quietly. You groaned in frustration and stomped away, dragging your friend with you to join the stoners outside. 

“For the record, I’m not half-drunk” he called after you. 

You rolled your eyes. “Yeah! You’re totally wasted!”  

One hour of blissful silence later and most were gathered around a large fire outside, talking in small groups or burning anything they could find to see what color it would make. 

“Hey.” a smooth voice spoke. You turned your head and saw Philip moving to sit on the cold ground next to you. You sighed and scooted closer to the fire, but he only followed you. “Y/N…right?” You gave him a thumbs up without sparing a glance his way. Philip looked around and then brought his lips right next to your ear. “Don’t worry I won’t tell anybody,” he whispered. You shivered. “Shit, are you cold?” Philip started to pull his sweatshirt off. 

“I’m fine,” you said firmly. You nodded to the people you’d been talking to and stood up quickly. A little too quickly. You stumbled forward, towards the fire. Several people gasped and then there was a brace against your stomach. Or an arm? Philip quickly turned you around. 

“Woah, how much have you had?” 

You pushed him off of you and started to trek up the small hill of the yard. “I’m. Fine.” you repeated. 

Philip followed you into the glow of the streetlights. “Do you need me to take you home? I wasn’t kidding when I said I’m not half-drunk. I haven’t had a drop tonight, and you-”

You spun around quickly. “Philip! How many times do I have to tell you I’m fine before you leave me alone?” 

Your words didn’t phase him at all. He stood in the middle of the street a few feet away from you. His arms were crossed, and he was smiling at you. You noted how the orange tint of the street lamp made him look even tanner, and now that you looked closely he had a lot of freckles and his hair was so long. Your body started to sway. 

Within seconds, Philip’s hands were steadying you. “Let me take you home.” he insisted. 

You squinted. “I don’t trust you.” 

Philip let out a breathy laugh. “Ouch…okay. Well, I don’t trust you to walk home like this, and I don’t trust anybody who might be hiding in the shadows on the way.” He started to lead you to a small black car. 

“Yeah.” you agreed. “Creeps like you.” 

Philip nodded and opened the passenger door. “Creeps like me.” 

“Shit!” you cursed just as you were about to sit down. You quickly patted your butt and your chest. Philip furrowed his brow and stepped back. “My phone.” you explained. 

Philip’s eyes widened in understanding. “Wait here.” He pushed you gently into the seat. “What’s does it look like?” 

“It’s uh…” You tapped your forehead in an attempt to clear the fog in your head. “It’s got a screen with a-” 

“I’ll figure it out,” Philip said quickly. “Just stay here.” You nodded, and he shut the door. You couldn’t help but laugh while you watched him jog awkwardly back to the party house. 

You sighed and leaned against the headrest. Your eyes floated around the inside of Philip’s car. There was a small slip of paper stuck on the edge of one of the vents. You frowned and reached forward to pull it out, but your hands kept slipping. Finally, it sprang free and you fell back against the chair roughly. 

You were straining to see the picture against all the darkness. You reached up and felt around on the roof of his car, pressing random buttons until one turned on the lights you needed. 

There was a little boy, very little. He was sitting on a bench in front of an old piano with a huge grin on his face. He’d probably been laughing when it was taken. There was a woman smiling fondly down at him. She looked tired, but amused. You smiled at the little, freckled boy with big curly hair. 

The car door opened suddenly.  “Hey is this it?” 

You quickly flung the picture onto the dashboard and looked at Philip. 

“Yeah…thanks.” You took your phone from him and checked the time. 2:47 A.M.

Philip started the car and pulled away from the street. “You’re gonna have to tell me how to get to your house. I have no idea where you live.” 

You nodded, but didn’t answer him. 

“Okay…” 

“What? Sorry, just get on the highway.” 

Philip nodded and took that direction. The two of you sat in silence for a long time. You stared out the window at all the passing lights.

“Y/N?” You turned to him. He glanced at you before looking back at the road. “Um…is something bothering you?” 

You shrugged. Your tongue felt like it was covered with cotton. 

“If it’s about what those guys were saying just ignore it. There’s nothing wrong with being a-”

“Oh my god Philip! Shut up!” You covered your face with your hands. 

He laughed lightly. “Does it really bother you that much?” 

“Yes!” you whined. “I’m in high school, I’ve had two boyfriends, and I still haven’t kissed anybody! Then there are people like you who have probably kissed everyone in school!” 

Philip stared straight forward. “Oh.” 

“Wait no.. I didn’t mean like… like I’m not judging you or anything, I just…I don’t know.” You looked back out the window. 

“I get what you mean.” Philip said after a beat. You turned to him slowly. “But I haven’t made out with everyone in school. Yet.” He winked at you. 

You rolled your eyes and held your palm up to him. “I’m not drunk enough to deal with your shit right now.” 

Philip laughed. He laughed really hard. You smiled and checked your phone. 20 minutes had passed. 

“Philip we’ve been driving for so long! My house isn’t that far!” 

He shrugged. “You only gave me one direction so I’ve been stalling.” 

You groaned and told him how to get to your house before relaxing against the seat again. Philip’s car was really warm, and it didn’t smell bad. Usually, guys’ cars smelled like Axe and weed, but Philip’s car was nice, like new car smell and mint gum.


“Y/N? Y/N, wake up.” Philip whispered. You opened your eyes and quickly sat straight up. You’d fallen asleep on his arm. 

You wiped at your mouth. “Oh my god! Why didn’t you wake me up? What if I drooled on you?” you blurted. You clamped a hand over your mouth, embarrassed by what you’d just said. 

Philip glanced down at his shoulder. “You didn’t. I wouldn’t have minded if you did.” You stared at him for a moment. “What?” 

You fell into a fit of giggles. “That’s…really gross, dude.” 

He thought for a bit, then laughed and leaned closer to you. “Yeah you’re right that is kinda gross. I have no idea why I said that.” 

You gasped for air and nodded, covering your laughter with your hand. 

“You have a really pretty smile,” Philip said. You stopped laughing immediately and looked blankly at him. He even looked a little surprised himself. 

“I’m gonna go.” you said awkwardly and pushed the door open. 

Philip nodded. “Yeah…yeah. This is the right house, right?” You nodded slowly, stepping out. Philip leaned over towards the open door. “Okay, well, be careful, Y/N. Drink some water before you go to bed.” 

“Will do. Uh, thanks for the…thanks for toni….thanks, Philip.” 

A smile slowly crept across his lips. “Goodnight, Y/N.” 

“Night.” 

You shut the door and walked cautiously up to your porch. Philip’s car only pulled away after you were in the door. You tip-toed up to your room and collapsed onto your bed, falling asleep instantly. You woke up painfully a few hours later when your phone chimed loudly.  You squinted at the brightness, but the sun was already rising and your hangover hadn’t totally set in yet.

From: Philip aka the guy who drove your drunk ass home

You rolled your eyes. What a way to get a girl’s number, just take her phone.

are you alive?? did you drink water? make sure you charge your phone and come find me on Monday

You had to laugh at the rambly text. You were supposed to be the intoxicated one. You shrugged and typed out a simple reply before plugging your phone in and falling back asleep.

Very alive.


Philip surprised you at your locker Monday morning. Like really surprised. 

“Jesus fucking Christ Philip!” You jumped away. Danielle blew out a slow breath and squeezed your arm before walking away.  Philip laughed and moved to the other side of you, clearly ignoring your annoyance as much as you were trying to ignore him.

“Wow. Language.” He had a megawatt grin plastered on his face. You rolled your eyes. “You didn’t come find me,” he said with mock hurt. 

“Oh I’m sorry.” you pouted. “I’m not one of your ‘beck and call’ girls.” 

“They aren’t-” 

“Hey, Philip.” The girl who sat next to you during spin the bottle walked past your locker.

Philip smirked and raised his eyebrows, leaning against the lockers. “Hey.” 

You scoffed and shut your locker, walking away. 

“Y/N wait! I have a question!” 

You sighed and stopped. “What?” 

“Wow. Such venom towards the guy who took care of you.”

“Oh, my apologies, sir. Let me get your medal,” you said before you could stop yourself. Philip looked genuinely hurt, and you started to feel a little bad. You uncrossed your arms and looked to the side. “What is it?” 

Philip looked around. “Can we talk? In…here?” He grabbed your wrist and pulled you into the empty Spanish classroom.  

“Okay.” you stated. You pulled his hand off your arm. “What’s going on?” 

“You know how you have your little problem?” Philip grinned excitedly and sat on top of one of the desks.

You furrowed your brow. “No?” 

“You know…” he sang. You shook your head. “ ’I’m Y/N and I’ve never kissed any-’ ”

“Yes okay. I got it.” You held your hand up. 

“I have a solution!” 

“A sol-”

“Just kiss me!” He held his hands up excitedly. 

Your jaw dropped. “Philip no.” 

“Oh c’mon!” 

“Are you crazy?”

He smirked. “A little.” 

“No. Philip that’s ridiculous.” You turned to leave. 

“Wait!” He stepped in front of you. “I didn’t mean to upset you. I just want to help.”  You bit the inside of your cheek and sighed. The teacher walked into the classroom. He gave you both a strange look but said nothing. A few students starting to come in. 

“Look,” You turned your attention back to Philip as he spoke. “It doesn’t have to be a big deal. Just…just meet me here, at lunch. I mean…if you want to.” 

You nodded and left to your first-hour class.


 You couldn’t believe you were doing this. Despite your best intuition, you were walking down the empty hallway to the Spanish classroom. He was already waiting inside when you got there. 

“You’re here?” He furrowed his brow and put his phone away. 

“I can leave.” you suggested. 

Philip laughed. “No, no stay.” 

You nodded and stepped closer to him. “So, are you just gonna kiss me then?” 

“What? No, you don’t know what you’re doing.” 

“I think I know how to kiss Philip.” 

“How do you know? You’ve never done it.” he teased. 

You glared at him. “You said this wouldn’t be a big deal.” 

“It’s not!” He held his hands up. “Just…close your eyes.” You sighed and did as he said. “Now open your mouth a little bit… no not like- okay kind of.” 

You felt his fingertips against your forearm. “Just relax,” he whispered. Your breath hitched in your throat. His hand was on the nape of your neck, and his thumb pressed in front of your ear. You could feel his breath tickle your nose, and then his lips met yours softly. You could feel the hesitancy at first, but then his confidence won out. He pulled you closer. Your hands went to his shoulders, then his neck, then wrapped in the curls at the back of his head. 

Philip wasn’t that much taller than you, but just enough that you had to tilt your head to kiss him. Which was something that was happening. You were really kissing him. Your hands and legs started to tremble, but Philip’s caring yet firm grip on you helped you feel grounded. His lips moved against yours slowly, giving you butterflies in your stomach and your throat, but your lungs were burning. How long had you been kissing Philip? It didn’t feel long enough, yet you still pulled away gently. 

When you opened your eyes, his were still closed. You sighed and patted him lightly on the shoulder, which startled him a bit. “You were right. Not a big deal.” He nodded, his mouth half open. “Now I can kiss anybody!” 

Philip let out a puff of air. “Yeah. Yep exactly.” He plastered on his ‘Philip’ smile. “You got your first kiss out of the way, now anyone’s free game.” 

You nodded and walked to the door. Before leaving, you turned and smiled at Philip. He was staring at the floor with a fist in his hair. “Thank you. Really.” 

His head snapped up. “Yeah of course! Anytime!” You furrowed your brow. “Wait no,I mean…” 

“Bye, Philip.” you laughed. 

He smiled at you. Less ‘toothpaste ad’ and more…friendly. “Bye, Y/N.” 

anonymous asked:

Empty Kiss with Dark?

Empty Kiss - When one of you don’t kiss back, just the stoic feeling of their lips on yours, it’s empty, like no one even cares anymore

You’d have enough of the games. The lies. The goddamn manipulation. 
In a sense you knew that one day it would all come crashing down. That one day you’d find a sense of resilience against Dark’s abilities and thus grow tired of his lures.
And today was that day. After Dark coming home looking pale and distraught, composing himself before you could even ask a question, and then biting harshly at your concern; you pulled the plug on whatever was between you and the entity. 
Dark’s composure cracked. Exhaustion flickered across his black eyes and denial twitched at the corners of his lips. 
The pressure around the two of you changed and his smile was disgustingly sweet.
“You won’t leave,” Dark’s purr faltered for a moment. “I won’t let you.” 
You glared at him, turning on your heel and marching to your room to grab a bag. 
Dark followed, his uncertainty climbing as he watched you throw a few items of clothing into the bag. 
His hand lashed out and caught your elbow, spinning you to face him. 
It had been the first time Dark’s stoic expression crumbled, revealing the fear behind that hard shell. 
“You won’t get far.” He tried to sound certain. “You’ll last a night before coming back. You love me.” 
You tried to rip your arm from his grip. “I’m done, Dark. You can’t keep pushing me away and expect me to stay. I’m going. Only to return to get my things.” 
Dark growled. His movements quick as he pulled you against him. 
His lips were soft, hungry. Desperately trying to find a hole in your resolve. 
But Dark’s eyes opened and he pulled away when your mouth didn’t mold with his. There was no sweetness behind your touch. Only a cold, still brush of flesh. 
Dark didn’t fight to hold onto your arm. He allowed you to take it back, shoulder your bag and storm out of the house. 
“I’ll be back with a moving van in a few days.” Were the last words you spoke to him.

Meet Maya Grey

Let’s get to know the former First Lady of The Shield and the new WWE RAW Women’s Champion!! (Portrayed by the beautiful Ms. Cassie Steele)

                   “Never underestimate me. You’ll only regret it in the end.”

Name: Amaya “Maya” Consuelo Estrada-Grey 

WWE Name: Maya Grey

Nationality: Dominican 

Occupation: WWE Superstar (Women’s Division)

Age: 25

DOB: August 21, 1991

Height: 5′ 3″

Hair Color: Dark Brown

Eye Color: Hazel

From: San Antonio, TX

Resides In: Orlando, FL

Mother: Elena Sofia Grey-Baxter

Father: Unknown

Grandparents: Mateo Grey and Evangeline Estrada-Grey  

Nicknames: Lil’ Bit (DEAN), Babygirl (ROMAN), Little Lita, The First Lady, 

Trained under: Daniel Bryan and AJ Lee

Entrance Music: “Wreak Havoc” by Skylar Grey

Finisher: Corkscrew 450 Splash

In-ring style: High-flying/Technical 

Signature Moves: Diving Hurricanrana, Swanton Bomb, Spear, Apron Leg Drop, spin out powerbomb, Running Elbow, Neckbreaker, Springboard Bulldog, Elbow Drop, Slingblade, Samoan Drop, Enziguri, Suplex, Super Kick, Corkscrew Moonsault, Spinebuster, Suicide Dive, Springboard DDT, shooting star senton, Suicide Somersault Senton

Submission Hold: The Grey Area (Octopus Hold; her take on AJ’s Black Widow)

Accomplishments:  3x Divas Champion, youngest Divas Champion ever (Sorry Paige), the 2nd longest reigning Divas Champ (298 days), and current WWE RAW Women’s Champion

Closest Friends: Bayley, Nikki and Brie Bella, Trinity, Natalya, Big E, Xavier Woods, Cesaro, Sami Zayn, Paige, Becky Lynch, The Usos, Enzo Amore

Best Friends: Sasha Banks, Renee Young, Dean Ambrose, and Roman Reigns 

Love Interest: TJ Perkins

Favorite Things: Collecting vinyl, karaoke, PIZZA, Rocky Horror Picture Show, classic rock, football, horror films, Sailor Moon, video games, guitars, and anything involving sci-fi or superheroes

Tattoos: Three (sunflower with grandfather’s name written in a petal on her right wrist, “No Fear” on the left side of her rib cage, and “el éxito es la mejor venganza” [Success is the best revenge] on under her bra on the right side.)


Now, we all know what happened with the boys after the split (all three each became the WWE World Heavyweight Championship, Ambrose became the Intercontinental Title and Mr. Money in the Bank, and Rollins cashed in his MITB briefcase @ WrestleMania to become the WWE World Heavyweight Champ, became the first person to hold the United States and World Heavyweight Championship at the same time, blah, blah, blah etc.)   

But what about Maya? What happened to her?

Well, two years have gone by since Maya caught Seth cheating and things haven’t been so easy for the former First Lady of The Shield. Seth continued to try to fix things; sent flowers, I’m sorry calls and texts, a three page handwritten letter, even tried to get some of the women in the locker room to help him, but nothing worked.

She only spoke to him when it was necessary (during matches, interviews, promos, etc.) and she started traveling with The Bellas, which caused friction from Roman and Dean. Not at Maya, but towards the man that hurt the woman that they had become incredibly close to.

After the disbandment, she maintained a close friendship between Ambrose and Reigns, occasionally being placed in mixed tag matches with them. Maya breaks AJ Lee’s record as the longest reigning Divas Champion after 298 days and then lost the title at Survivor Series to Nikki Bella.

She was scheduled to win the title back and become a 4-time Divas Champ at WrestleMania 31.     

Then one night in a dark match with Nikki Bella after Monday Night RAW, she suffers a terrifying spinal injury after performing a Swanton Bomb over the top rope, landing her outside of the ring. 

She suffered three dislocated discs and two fractured discs that required immediate surgery.   

18 months, two surgeries, and two missed WrestleMania’s later, she’s back and ready to take on Charlotte for the RAW Women’s Championship at one of summer’s biggest event… SUMMERSLAM.

Everything is seeming to be going in the right direction for The First Lady; she is finally back on top and nothing can pull her down!

Or… so she thinks…



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Neither of You win

Summary: As you help your friends find dates for the yule ball someone reminds you that you haven’t been asked out yet. After a heated argument, feelings end up being confessed.

Parings: Draco Malfoy x Reader

Warnings: Slight foul language. Angst.

Originally posted by strongerbloger

The yule ball. A magnificent showing of the unity of the three schools competing in the Triwizard Tournament. All the girls were filled with excitement at the thought of being asked out by their long time crushes and all the boys were scared out of their wits at the thought of asking someone out. However, being friends with Neville, Dean, Seamus, Fred and George you were subjected to hear each of them complain about how to ask the girl they were heavily crushing on. After several hours of “But what if she says no?” and “they always travel in packs, how do I get her alone?” you decided to take matters into your own hands.

You were sitting at the Gryffindor table finishing up the homework that Snape had assigned to you when you decided to put your master plan into motion. Taking the five letters that you had written earlier each addressed to your friend’s eye candies you passed it to them innocently. Immediately after reading the letters the girls stood up and went to your friends each with the biggest smile on their face. “Fred, of course I’ll go to the ball with you,” Katie Bell exclaimed while Angela said, “George, I’d love to go with you.” The girls that Dean, Seamus and Neville wanted to ask said something along the same lines. Dumfounded each of your boys turned their faces to you, to which you smiled and mouthed ‘You’re Welcome’. They smiled and turned their attention to the beautiful girl in front of them, happy that your plan worked flawlessly and having finished your homework you leave the hall with a big smile.

“So you helped your friends find dates now who’s going to help you?” a voice called out from behind you. Turning around you notice that the owner of that voice was none other than the Slytherin Prince himself, Draco Malfoy. As usual his two bodyguards/ shadows were following close behind him. “What makes you so sure that I haven’t been asked out already Malfoy?” you hit back, the smile previously on your face completely disappeared. The only thing you hated more than talking to the egotistical Slytherin Prince was talking to him when he had a point. You were so busy figuring out how to get your friends dates that you hadn’t dwelled on the fact that no one asked you out yet. Not that it bothered you that much to begin with, you had promised yourself that if no one asked you, you would go with your friends and their dates, happily taking the positon of the 11th wheel.

“Well let’s just say a little birdie told me that you haven’t been asked out yet,” he replied with a smirk. Son of a bitch, sometimes you wish you could just slap that smirk off his face. “Why are you keeping tabs on me anyways Malfoy?” you ask out of curiosity and because you had nothing better to say to the asshole. By this time most of the students were walking out of the Great Hall and some had stopped by noticing the argument that was happening.

“I wouldn’t call it keeping tabs on you. You see, Pansy and I have a bet going, she says that you will probably ask out a third year out of desperation because no one is going to ask you out. I disagree, I think that no one in three schools will be stupid enough to say yes to your ugly face even if you ask,” he replies laughing at his own joke and threateningly stare at Crabbe and Golye, who noticing the look start laughing along with. You knew all that he wanted was to see a reaction out of you, and on many occasions you had held back determined not to give him the satisfaction of getting to you, but you couldn’t help it this time.

Ignoring the crowd that had formed you took two steps towards him, narrowing your eyes threateningly and spit out, “Well Malfoy I am so sorry that your life is so utterly stale that the only form of entertainment you had was to make such a childish and ridiculous bet. Speaking on behalf on the entire school, you have some serious self- conscious issues, you go around every day making fun of anything and everything that isn’t Slytherin thinking that it shows us how powerful you are. Well I’ve got news for you my dear Wizard, all that shows us is that you are a cowardly prick with daddy issues, who needs to feel important at school because no one else in his life makes him feel even the least bit wanted. It doesn’t matter if I do, or don’t have a date for the ball Malfoy because I have enough self- value not to care about silly things like that. I don’t need a date to validate the fact that I am beautiful, because I already know that I am a strong woman and at the end of the day that’s what matters. Now if you’ll excuse me I have better things to do like my potions homework.” Satisfied at his dumbfounded look you turn on your heels and walk away from the crowd who were all now saying things like, ‘OOOO’ or ‘Damn’.

“Hey, wait!” you hear someone yelling while running to catch up to you. Turning around you once again find the Slytherin Prince sprinting to where you were. You take out your wand and raise it to him saying, “I swear to you Malfoy take one more step towards me and I will be the one to turn you into ferret.” He halts immediately throwing his hands in defeat, noticing that he was alone you lower your wand and keep it to your side.

“If you’re here to insult me further I urge you not to. I might have just humiliated with my words but say anything more and I will humiliate you in front of all three schools using magic. And believe me when I say that type of humiliation might get you disowned when your fath-”

“Will you go to the ball with me?” he blurts out.

“Okay that’s it! Stupe-, wait what?” you say as his question finally process in your brain.

“Will you go to the ball with me?” he asks again. Caught off guard you stand frozen in your spot staring at him until you find your composure again. Why were you so caught off guard? Well because like all girls you had dreamed about this moment ever since the announcement of the Yule Ball. Yes, you had a crush on the vile, loathsome, evil cockroach of the Slytherin house, and you hated yourself for it. When you started to have these odd and annoying feelings for the Slytherin Prince you were confused on what to do, so like any healthy teenage girl you did the one thing that made sense to you. You buried the feelings deep inside your mind and started being horrible to him at any given opportunity. Now, now yes, you did say that you thought you were beautiful, so why hide your feelings for Malfoy? It doesn’t have much to do with how you viewed yourself but more to do with how he felt about you. Though you did come from a pureblood family, you transferred to Hogwarts from Ilvermorny at the middle of your second year. Some students like to believe this meant you were somehow inferior in your magical abilities, Malfoy being one of the idiots that believed in this. To top it off you were sorted into Gryffindor, all of which lead you to lose hope of there ever being a chance of a relationship between the two of you.

Scoffing you reply with, “Go play you joke on someone who will fall for it, Malfoy.” You turn and try to leave, however Malfoy grabs hold of your elbow and spin back around to face him. Without any hesitation he dips his head down and crash his lips onto yours, after a couple of seconds of fighting it you melt into his arms. After you break off for air you take a closer look at him, analyzing him for signs of a deception. “I’m not joking with you. I’ve always had feelings for you (Y/N), I know that my actions don’t always reflect how I feel about you but I do care about you and I want you to be my date for the Yule Ball. I promise you on my mother’s life that I am not joking,” Draco says.

Your eyes widen at the promise he made on his mother’s life, realizing the sincerity in his tone you smile and say, “You have a really funny way of showing that you like me, Draco. I guess I can’t blame you that much due to the fact that I am guilty of the same thing.” At your sudden confession he chuckles, you continue, “Yeah we’ve both been idiots about showing how we feel about each other.”

Hearing the quick approaching sound of footsteps, you give a quick peak on his cheek and jog off to your common room.

“Wait is that a yes?” Draco yells at your direction.

“I guess neither Pansy nor you win that bet Malfoy!” You scream back in his direction.