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zach dempsey: lucky charm

Pairing: Zach Dempsey x reader

Warning(s): Really freaking cute Zach Dempsey

Word Count: 299

Gif: @joeck

A/N: I really love @joeck, please go follow them!


It was 5:46 and you just arrived at school. Your mom works early and you don’t drive, so you have to leave early too. Every morning you hear the dribble of a basketball in the gym. You usually just play your music and leave it be, but today, you were intrigued. Who was playing basketball at 6:00 in the morning?

You peeked through the door space. You couldn’t see much of the figure, other than sporatic flashes of the baby blue jersey. You crept into the gym, revealing the school basketball star Zach Dempsey. You closed the door behind you as quietly as possible. You stood by the bleachers, watching him dribble the ball. He jumped up and aimed the ball at the basket. He missed the basket entirely.

“Dammit!” He swore. He chased the ball to the gym wall. With the ball between him and the wall, he rested his head against it. He fist pounded against the mats.

He turned around and dribbled the ball across the court. He jumped up, threw the ball and it hit the backboard. Luckily, it bounced into the basket. You smiled to yourself and physically celebrated the shot. You were sure not to make a noise.

He continued playing, making all his shots. He jumped onto the basket, making a slam dunk. He let out a hearty laugh. You clapped you hands, which gained his attention.

You paused. “I hope you don’t mind,” you started. “I heard the dribbling. I just wanted to see who was up.”

He walked to the edge of the court with the ball against his side. Panting, he asked, “How long were you standing there?”

He wasn’t upset that you were there, not even bothered.

“Well,” you checked your phone for the time: 6:13. “Almost half an hour.”

He smiled. “Did you see me missing all my shots?”

You stepped out from beside the bleachers. “I saw one. Then you got back up and made the shots after.”

He walked over to the bleachers, sitting beside where you stood. He tapped the spot beside him, beckoning you to sit. You did so and he wiped his sweat from his forehead on the collar of his jersey.

“Y'know, before you got here,” he panted. “I couldn’t make any shots. Maybe one out of, lemme see, fifteen. Then the moment I was about to shower and give up, I felt completely at ease. Like, an extra rush of adrenaline.”

You nodded, not really looking at him. You always found him attractive. He was a sweet guy– dumb, but sweet.

“It’s like you’re my lucky charm,” Zach smiled.

You Suck, Parker

Request: #111 with peter ?

Prompt: 111.  A (whispering): I really like you and want to kiss you a lot.
       B: What?
       A: I said you suck.

Word Count: 1476

Warnings: SO MANY SEXUAL INNUENDOS

A/N: Holy moly I had so much fun writing this one.

Summary: Peter and Y/N have been friends for quite some time and wow, they finally admit their feelings for each other while making a few sexual innuendos here and there. (THis is fluffy I swear).

MASTERLIST


“Y/N, when will you be home tonight?” Your mother asked you.

“Not sure. Peter and I have a Chem test on Monday and want to try and get a lot of studying in before then,”

“Meaning the two of you won’t study at all, but watch movies and then fall asleep on the couch,”

“Yeah, that sounds about right,” you you admitted.

“Alright, behave yourself and make sure you’re home by tomorrow morning,”

“Of course, mom. I’ll see you tomorrow!” You said as you left your house to head to Peter’s.

You and Peter had known each other for quite a long time, and you usually spent your Friday night’s ‘studying’ aka, attempting to study but ending up watching movies.

You would argue that you were Peter’s best friend, but Ned always says otherwise. But you and Peter were rather close, you were always spending time with him, and it was no secret to you that he was Spiderman.

And of course, you harboured feelings for the boy. For as long as you could remember you had had a crush on Peter Parker. And damn, were your feelings growing with each passing day. Peter, of course, had no idea, but you weren’t exactly sure whether that was a problem or not.

When you arrived at Peter’s door, you knocked and May let you in.

“Y/N! Peter will be so happy you’re here. He’s in his room, just go on it,”

“Thanks May! It’s great to see you,”

“Nice to see you too, Y/N,” She said as you walked away towards Peter’s room

“Knock knock,” You said, opening Peter’s bedroom door.

“Y/N, hey,” he smiled

You walked in and sat down on Peter’s chair, across from his bed where he was sitting.

“So did you bring your books?” Peter asked

“Of course not Parker. We never actually study, I thought why bother lugging heavy textbooks over here if we weren’t actually going to study,”

Peter laughed, “That’s fair, but I thought we could skip the movie tonight?”

“Skip the movie? Who are you and what have you done with Peter Parker?”

“C’mon, I had a better idea,”

“And what is this better idea of yours Mr Parker?” You questioned.

Peter smiled at you, stood up and walked across his room to his closet. He began stripping, pulling his shirt off

“Not that I’m opposed to this, but what are you doing Parker?”

Peter laughed, “I’m putting on my Spidey suit,”

“Oh, so not only are you getting naked, but you’re getting kinky,” you raised your eyebrows.

“Geez, Y/N, didn’t realize you were into that kinda thing,” Peter said, continuing to put on his suit.

“Oh there’s a lot you don’t know i’m into,” 

“Oh yeah, and what’s that supposed to mean?”

“Play your cards right and maybe one day you’ll find out,”

“I’ll definitely keep that in mind,” Peter said.

He put the mask over his face and walked over and held his hand out to you,

“Shall we, my dear?”

“And what exactly are we doing?”

“Just, come with me,”

You took Peter’s hand and followed him out onto his fire escape.

“What now, Parker?” You asked

Peter wrapped his arm around your waist and said “Now you hold on tight,”

“Oh god,” you muttered, wrapping your arms around his neck.

Suddenly, your feet weren’t on the fire escape anymore, you could feel yourself flying through the air. Your heart was rapidly beating

“Don’t worry, Y/N, I’ve got you,” Peter said.

You tightened your grip on Peter, closed your eyes, and buried your face in his neck. You felt Peter’s arm wrap tighter around your waist.

Soon, you felt Peter hit the ground, and he slowly let go of you and your feet hit the ground.

You opened your eyes and looked around, you were standing on a roof,

“Where are we?”

“I found this place not too long ago, its nothing special, but you can see so much of the city from up here, I thought it was so beautiful when I first saw it. It reminded me of you. I knew I had to show you,” Peter answered, taking off his mask.

You walked to the edge of the building and stared off watching the lights of the city. The cars’ lights reflections danced off the windows of the buildings around you. You could hear the noises of the city below, the car horns and the sirens, yet everything was quiet so high up.

“It really is beautiful up here, Peter,” you turned to look at him

“I’m glad you like it,” He smiled, rubbing the back go his head with his hand.

“Its not just the view I like, Peter,”

“Right, you like the Spidey suit, turns you on,” He joked

“More like I really like you and want to kiss you a lot,” you whispered to yourself

What?” Peter asked

I said you suck, Parker,”

Peter rolled his eyes, and grabbed your hand, “Come on, theres something else I want to show you,”

You allowed Peter to lead you across the roof of the building. There was a small garden in the corner, with a bench next to it.

“Peter, this is so beautiful,”

You approached the garden and slowly let your hand fall out of Peter’s as you bent down to admire the flowers.

“I remember you telling me you love forget-me-not’s and lilies, so I planted some earlier this season and they finally bloomed, so I figured now would be the best time to show you this place,”

“Peter, how on earth do you not have a girlfriend? You’re actually the sweetest boy I know,” you smiled, leaning over to place a kiss on his cheek.

“Well actually, there is someone I like,”

“Oh really? And who might this special someone be?” You teased, walking around the garden to lean on the side of the roof.

“Well, they know my secret,” Peter said, holding up his mask, “they also are always crashing my house and distracting me from my homework,”

Peter started walking closer towards you.

“They also can never decide what movie to watch on movie nights. Not to mention that they distract me in class too. Not on purpose, mind you, but they’re so beautiful, I can’t help but stare at them,”

You smiled, you knew he was talking about you. As soon as he started talking, you knew.

“Tell me more, Peter Parker,”

Peter was now standing right in front of you, “Well, i’ve kinda had a thing for them for a few years now. I’m kinda actually in love with them,”

“Well, in that case, there’s something you should know Parker,”

“What’s that, Y/N?” 

“There this superhero I’m kind of in love with,”

“Please tell me its not Mr. Stark, that would just make this so awkward,”

“No, but have you seen Captain America’s ass? Damn,”

Peter rolled his eyes at you.

“I’m kidding. Kind of,” you said

“Y/N,-“ Peter started

“I love you too, Peter,” You said

“Don’t you mean I really like you and want to kiss you a lot,” Peter whispered

“You dID HEAR ME,”

“Of course I heard you,” Peter smiled.

“You suck, Parker,”

“Does this mean I can kiss you now?”

“I think I changed my mind. Do you have Captain America’s number? He seems like he wouldn’t be as mean to me,”

You stared at Peter while he bit back a smile.

“Yes Parker! Kiss me already,”

Peter put his hands on either side of your face, and gently pressed his lips up against yours. 

You pulled away, “You still suck Parker,”

“I think, now, it’ll be you that will be the one who sucks,”

“Oh mY GOD PARKER!” You laughed.

“Sorry, sorry, it had to be said,” he smiled.

“So Parker, are you going to take me back to your house so we can finish up that movie night, and maybe, maybe, if you’re lucky we can talk about that other thing you suggested,”

“I think by the time you even decide on a movie to watch, i’ll be asleep and it’ll be too late for anything else,” he joked

“Well it would be the perfect way to wake up, now wouldn’t it, Parker,”

“Damn, maybe I should wear this suit around you more often,”

“Believe me, its not the suit,”

“Well, then what are we waiting for?” Peter asked, putting his mask back on.

He wrapped his arm sound your waist and shot a web to another building. The two of you were flying over the city once again, but this time you kept your eyes open.

Stick With Me, Kid *Negan Series*

Originally posted by grungedaddykinks

Summary: Negan finds a little girl, no more than ten, amongst a car wreckage, after finding out she’s alone in the world. He takes her as his own, raising her through the apocalypse. If there’s one thing that his greatest pride but also his biggest weakness, it’s his daughter, Y/N!
Ratings/ warnings: Teen, mentions of blood and violence. I feel like, Negan as a dad is a warning.
Writers Notes: This doesn’t really have a set plot, it will follow alongside season 6 & 7, I’m unsure if I’ll make it so Carl and reader have a thing. But… I got big feels seeing Negan and Judith.

Notes: I had this idea last year, I wrote a few parts and then forgot about it. Now here I am, uploading it because I miss writing Negan! - Rosalee

Chapter Two


Chapter One: Everybody Dies {Reader 10yrs old}


You weren’t really sure what was happening. One moment you were in your home playing with your dolls, the next your mother is picking you up and buckling you in the car seat. This had happened before, her frantic behaviour, it scared you but you were used to how anxiousness she is now. She never let you outside anymore, even living in the new community of people, she never let you out of her sight.

You peeked out of the car window and caught glimpses of the people you knew running. You also saw people that you didn’t know, dirty and grimy, attacking your friends. You frowned and your curious young eyes trained on the events before you.

“Mum, what’s happening?” Your small voice calling out to the women who was speeding out of the gates, “mum? We have to go back and help!” You plead as she continues to ignore you.

You turn your head and look out of the back window, watching as the gates faded into the background and became no more as your turned a corner. Trees and forest edge being the only scenery.

“Mum what about dad?” You asked in a rush, “we can’t leave him? What about dad? Mum.”

Your eyes welling up as she turned her head looking at you, stone cold stare but fear in her blue eyes as she looked at you. “Y/N, be quiet okay? Dad… he… was bitten okay? You know I told you what happened to people who are bitten? Right?” She glanced back at the road before you as you nodded lightly. “We can’t go back! We’re never going back, it just you and-”

“-MUM!” You yelled and pointed to the road where a man staggered out of the forest edge.

You could only watch as your mum swerved the car to avoid hitting the man. The car skidding along the road and tipping over, barrel rolling and smacking into a tree, upside down. The impact caused you to hit your head and black out for a few minutes; unaware of the potential danger around you.

You blinked your eyes open, a light thumping happening in your head as your vision is blurry. The blood rushing to your head, fast, as you’re stuck upside down.

You hear a deep, gritted growling, sounding like a frustrated animal. You blink rapidly and see, what you assume, is the man from the road trying to crawl through the windshield. Up front he looked rotten, disgusting and a grey sort of colour. Bloodshot eyes, skin flaking from his hands that outstretched trying to grab you.

Your heart thumps in your chest, tears falling from your eyes and you begin to scream. Looking to the driver’s seat and your mum isn’t there, car door open but no sign of her; panic settles in as this… man gets closer.

Over your screams for your dad or mum, you don’t hear a van pull up or the steady feet of men get out. No, all you see is the crazy man get pulled away, black boots stand over him and one slams on his back. A single gunshot is fired making you flinch, whimpering into the silence as it goes straight through his head; stopping the man growls.

The same boots along with a few others walk around the car, you whimper as a pair stop beside your window. “Boss, I think there’s someone alive in the car?” A deep, gruff voice rings out.

“Well, pull them out and let me take a look at them! It’s not rocket-science, Simon.” A smooth, clear voice comes from behind the car.

You stare wide-eyed as a man’s face appears; black moustache and grey, wiry hair, deep confused brown eyes stare at you for a moment. He opens the door, the metal scraping against the floor and he leans in, you whimper and recoil away.

“I’m gonna undo the buckle, be ready for the drop,” he tells you before pressing the buckles button and that sends you falling to the roof.

It doesn’t hurt just a little sudden, you look finally able to see him the right way up and he just gestures for you to crawl out to him. With no other choice you shuffle out of the car, standing up and looking up at the tall man; he’s wearing a khaki coloured shirt, sleeves rolled up and some jeans. He places a hand on your shoulder, moving you around the car to the back where a handful of man are stood. Waiting.

“Just a little girl,” the man holding your shoulder calls out. “Look like whoever she was with is long gone.”

You nervously look at the men. All holding some type of weapon, looking mean and tough. You heard dad and mum talking about a group, mean, biker looking group that took from settlements like where you ran from.

“What’s your name little darlin’?” A voice called out, your (E/C) eyes drift nervously to the voice.

A man with slick, dark hair and a black, leather jacket called to you. He looks mean, in the sense he’s swinging a baseball bat that has barbed wire coiled around it. But he has a kind smile, encouraging almost.

“Go on, tell him your name,” the man holding your shoulder taps lightly and you look down at your feet. Scared and afraid, terrified would be accurate.

“She’s scared, give her a minute,” the same man with the bat calls back. “Skinny Joey, check the car over and Simon bring her over here.”

You feel the slight nudge to move forward, you look up as you walk towards the man, glancing at the few others who are looking over the car. You stop a little short of him, he hands his bat to Simon, you think that’s his name, and then kneel down in front of you. He smells of smoke, leather and a distinct dirt smell, it’s not bad but different.

“Aren’t you just the cutest thing I ever did see, I haven’t seen a child this cute since, shit, before this whole mess.” He’s grinning, “I apologise for my foul mouth, now sweetie what’s your name?”

You take a few seconds and he nods in encouragement, “My mum told me not to talk to strangers.”

He laughs loudly, “That’s a good rule, but your mum isn’t here.” You look down, “And I’m only trying to help, I’m Negan, these are my men. Now you know who we are,” he grins as you look at the others all watching.

“I’m… Y/N,” you say hesitantly.

“Wanna tell me what happened? Why you’re out here all alone?” He looks at the wreckage.

You follow his eyes before looking back at him. “My mum packed me into the car, where we lived was under… attack, I think. By those… things,” you nodded to the man who was trying to get through the windshield, “she was driving fast and swerved not to hit him,” he nods solemnly.

“And she left you?” He asked and you shrugged, “woke up from that tumble and she was gone?” It wasn’t a question but you nodded. He seemed to be in deep thought as you looked at him, he looks up at Simon who gives a small sigh, nodding in agreement to whatever silent conversation they were having. “So, you’ll be coming back with us, we’ve got a good set up someone will-”

You cut him off, “I should stay here, what if… my mum left to get help?”

“Listen, kid,” Negan starts off, “that maybe true or she left you or she left to get help and died, the bad out way the good in this world. I don’t feel comfortable leaving you alone,” he tilts his head.

You shake your head, “No! You don’t know for sure, she wouldn’t just leave me,” you turn and sit beside the wreckage of the car.

Negan shrugs, taking the bat from Simon and telling his men to get into the trucks and vans. He gives you one last look before driving the way you had driven, you watch as the vans turn in the opposite corner and drive off.

FEW HOURS LATER


Your dad told you stories how it gets worse at night. How to never stay outside at night, you wrapped your arms around your body and shivered from the cold. The sun was setting, getting to that time where the somewhat safeness of the day time faded. Your mum would have been back by now, if she left to get help, she wasn’t.

You felt neglected, why would she just leave you? What would possess her to just leave you. Alone with no one.

You stand up walking across the road, peeking into the forest, maybe she was stuck somewhere. Maybe she needed help! You step into the forest and begin walking, it was hard to see because of the darkness painting the sky slowly.

After a few minutes of walking you see her. Sat up against a tree, already looking just as rotten and disgusting as the man from earlier, plus people attacking where you lived. Her shirt was soaked in blood, you flinched away from the nightmare in front of you, she didn’t even look like your mum but it was her. You step back, twig snapping and your eyes darted to her.

She lazily lifted her head, making groaning sounds in the back of her throat; trying to stand up. Her noises attracted others, you could hear more faint groans, without thinking you turn and begin to run back. You squealed when one almost grabbed a hold of you, ducking and running back to the car, why? You didn’t know.

You clear the forest edge and breath heavily, yet, you smack into something. Or someone. You scream and thrash around to get out of their hold, only stopping when looking up, Negan?

“Just wanted to give you one last offer to come back with us,” he looked beyond you to the forest where you had obviously come from. “What were you doing in there?”

“Looking for my mum,” you muttered. “I found her!”

He nodded, “Well, I guess you don’t need us then, where is she?” Before he can stand up, you wrap your arms around his neck and hug him, he tenses and looks at Simon who shrugs.

“No! Don’t leave me,” you cried; the realisation of being alone and having no one falling onto you. “Their all gone now.” You cried.

“Stick with me, kid.” Negan sighs, rubbing your back reassuringly. “I’ve got you,” he stands up and hands His baseball bat to Simon before walking to the truck.

(Let me know what you think. I’m still editing, hence why things are a little off and such. I’ll get to my laptop soon (published and formatted from phone) hopefully, the tagging works on my phone, otherwise I’m sorry! My first Negan series, with reader as a child, I’m nervous!-Ro)


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Sensory Snapshots

“the five senses” of simple, pleasant moments that capture each sign. 


ARIES IS // Fast legs and faster hearts just as dawn breaks. Numbness from scraped kneecaps and bloodied palms and the dizzying blur of quick sidewalks. Clattering of a chain link fence; dry laughter from desert throats – the kind that rises up from your lungs into your mouth, leaving the rusty taste of adrenaline on the tongue. Smoke lingering in your hair and on your clothes.

TAURUS IS // Standing in the dim light of a warm oven at 2am, messy hair and satin pajamas. Night air dancing in the curtains of an open window. A spoonful of peanut butter thick in your mouth – the sweet of baking cookies fills the room, mixing with the white noise of hushed radio. A gentle hand against the small of your back – an involuntary tugging at the edges of your lips.

GEMINI IS // Bright blue skies and big white clouds. Birds nests tucked in branches, and linens clipped on lines, hanging in an afternoon sun that will plant fresh freckles in ruddy cheeks. The whistle of laughter through gapped teeth. The smell of fresh cut grass from between bare toes, and the stickiness of thumbs wiping the pink and yellow of cotton candy from corners of crooked smiles.

CANCER IS // Early Sunday morning – soft eyes with heavy lids open slow to a familiar room, the walls bathed in shadows and faded lighting. The quiet patter of rain drops against the roof, and the deep rolling thunder. Being surrounded by the soothing scent of home and down feather pillows. The overwhelming comforting weight of blankets draped over tired bones, wrapped tight in the warmth of sleep and rumbling of storms.

LEO IS // Summer kissed skin, big sunglasses and floppy hats. Bright skies over dry fields laced with endless rows of sunflowers – the floral perfume mingling with thick July air. The hot breeze fluttering under a loose tank top, frayed cuffs of denim shorts with holes in the pockets, against your legs. Ripe strawberries in open mouths, the smiling voices of friends singing loud and off key.

VIRGO IS // Crisp, white sheets on a freshly made bed, the corners creased and smoothed down with precision and care. The smell of morning mist and steam rising from the brim of freshly steeped peppermint tea. Ticking analog clocks, rustling papers and the echo of hurried footsteps on wet pavement. The cool glass of a foggy window against your cheek. The quiet hum of waiting.

LIBRA IS // The pink of sunrise filtering through half-open blinds, cast over silk sheets. Opening windows and being greeted by the wafting scents of breakfast and pastries. Tucking hands into the pockets of a new sundress. Sidewalk sounds of birds and bicycle bells and cafe conversations. A thick, creamy smoothie with chunks of fruit stuck in the straw.

SCORPIO IS // The harvest moon, full and round and golden, peaking out from behind clouds that wisp around her like ghosts. The hollowed hooting of owls and sudden rustle of dry leaves. A breeze that raises goosebumps under sweater sleeves. Rich, dark chocolate on your teeth, and lungs full of crisp autumn air – the eerie peaceful of nighttime.

SAGITTARIUS IS // Speeding down an empty road, windows down, wind in your hair and squinting eyes. Crackling bonfires on a river bank, embers dancing as the sun slips behind the horizon. Marshmallows melted to the roofs of mouths – smell of fireworks, and mud on damp skin. The chirping of crickets and boisterous conversations of close friends.

CAPRICORN IS // Midnight all alone – soaking in the almost silence of fresh snowfall. Glowing street lamps illuminating crystallized puffs of breath and streets coated in sparkling, powder white. The burn of hot, black coffee on your tongue and warmth of the cup through knitted mittens on your hands. The still, winter air full of aged evergreen.

AQUARIUS IS // A little shop in your hometown you never noticed before. Dusty books in foreign letters and saturated fabrics, old typewriters and odd lamps. The unique vibration of a phonograph drifts through air that smells like ginger, and something that can’t quite be placed. It leaves spice on the tongue. Tingling of curiosity buzzing under the skin.

PISCES IS // A midday picnic on the beach. Sunshine glittering on the sea, its shore decorated by delicate shells and colored umbrellas. Toes sinking slowly into wet sand as waves wash over them, the rhythmic ebbing and flowing of tides. Distinct scents of sunscreen and sea foam – the sweetness in a juicy mouthful watermelon. The haze of a dreamy day.

Jerome x reader smut
Word Count: 3501 
Warnings: masturbation, oral, sex, language, breath play, areas of dub/non con for touching, reader is definitely a murderer, threats galore.


I’m hungry for a fix. I’m hungry for the pace of the thrill and chase.

Your first night in Arkham. Still confused, still on edge at the idea of being surrounded by murderers. It’s his hands drifting over the skin of your ankles pulls you from sleep. A scream starts to build in your throat at the sight of him standing above you, but before you can even open your mouth, Jerome is chuckling.

“Whatever noise you make, nobody will come.” You stare at him, your heart pounding to the extent that you think your chest is moving with the force. It takes him a second to register your alarm. Jerome hits his forehead, chiding himself, before returning his gaze to you. “Wait. That made me sound crazy, didn’t it? Scratch that. I mean the guards don’t care about screaming murderers. It doesn’t matter either way. If anybody here is going to hurt you, it’s not me.”  

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Queen in the North {Pt. 2}

Originally posted by ladysarah94

Requested: By myself, because I am Trash™. Also some other absolutely lovely people.

Pairings: Robb Stark x Reader

Previously: {Part 1}

Summary: Y/N was sent to live with The Stark family at a young age, and ever since then, she seemed to fit perfectly, maybe even more than she had ever noticed.

Warnings: I just watched the episode so fluff to the max

Word Count: 2,433

A/N: I am so pleased to see how many of you like the first part to this, and I sincerely hope that the second part is even better! Special shoutout to @secretschuylersister for looking over this/encouraging me to actually post it. If you have any requests, please feel free to send them to my ask box!

It was nice of Sansa to say that she was almost done poking and prodding and adjusting your dress, even if you all knew that it was a lie. Sansa had and affinity for dressing you up, claiming that if she tried it with Arya, she would lose a finger. You couldn’t say that the idea was entirely off base.

The dress was lovely. It looked a bit delicate in comparison to the usual style that ladies favored in Winterfell.  It was somehow different and you’re the same as the dresses that you favored on an everyday basis. Although you had lived in Winterfell for most of your life, your mother and father had lived much farther south.

So, you tended to favor lighter dresses, made of silk and lace in a wide array of colors. Jon liked to tease you that you were the brightest thing to ever live in Winterfell. What you didn’t know is how much Robb silently agreed with him. The dress was white, with layers of gray peeking through towards the bottom. It was lovely, although you had no idea how Sansa had managed such a lovely effect in the short amount of time since she had asked you about making a dress.

“I may have been working on it for a little while before I asked if it was okay,” she said, picking it up off of the bed and motioning for you to change into it. “But I knew that you were going to say yes anyways.”

You laughed, she was right. You had a hard time telling people no, especially when they were doing something so nice for you. After all, the Starks were your family. And if they were willing to put the time in to help you, then there was no way that you were going to refuse. It did make your schedule feel a bit cramped at times, in between dagger lessons with Arya and the boys, knitting with Sansa and tea with Lady Stark, who was forever insisting that you call her Catelyn, there were never enough hours in the day, something you often fought about with Robb.

“Well then, put it on!” Sansa laughed, tossing you the dress and pulling out her needle and thread, claiming that there were a few alterations that needed to be made. Sansa worked in silence, adding a few stitches here and there. And somehow, when she was done, the dress looked even more spectacular. She had managed to somehow make it fit you like a glove at the top, yet have the perfect amount of sway and flow in the skirts.

“Thank you, Sansa,” you said, admiring the skirts in her mirror. If you hadn’t been so caught up in how nice it was for Sansa to make you this lovely dress, you might have noticed the smug look on her face as she admired you admiring her dress. And you might have noticed that you were wearing in the Stark family’s colors. “But I really think that I should go see if your mother needs help preparing-”

“I was downstairs with her all morning. While you were fretting over nothing, I was making sure that you didn’t have an excuse to run away.” She laughed, guiding you over to the chair that was set up in front of her mirror. “Now, you have to stay and let me do something with this.” She sighed, motioning to the braid that you wore every day. Sansa took your braid in her hands, making quick work of fanning it out across your shoulders, running a brush gently through the ends or your hair.

“I cannot understand why you never take the time to style your hair unless I force you to. You know that anyone would do anything for you.” Sansa rain her hands through your hair, twisting it one way and then another, attempting to choose a style for that evening.

“I would rather spend my time with other engagements. And I’m sure that every single person in this castle has at least five things that they need to be doing at any given time. And shockingly, none of them include helping me with my hair.” You laughed, raising an eyebrow at her in the mirror.

“And does one of those things include pretending that you aren’t in love with my brother? Or is that simply a given, considering it is something that you do every waking minute of every day?”

You felt yourself tense, your shoulders locking back into place and your teeth grinding against each other. Sansa, on the other hand, continued brushing your hair into place, humming a soft tune to herself. You wished that you had an appropriate comeback, but you were left to sit there, mouth agape, while Sansa fussed with your hair for longer than should have been possible.

You’d hoped that you would have a bit of time to yourself before the feast that evening, but Sansa had insisted that a bit of rouge had never hurt anyone. By the time that she decided you were ready, the both of you were late.

“A queen never arrives at her own party on time.” Sansa laughed as you hurried down the hall. You hated to be late, and it seemed that the only time you were more than a few seconds late to anything was when Sansa insisted on helping you get ready.

“Then it’s really too bad that I am not a queen.” you reminded her, withholding a glare.

She snorted at you in a very un Sansa-like way, simply brushing past you and breezing easily into the banquet. You, on the other hand, were not nearly as confident. You took a moment to steady yourself, a moment to catch your breath, before stepping into the banquet hall.

The noise and liveliness of the hall erupted around you, pulling you in. You glanced around, taking in the musicians and the dancers that took up most of the space in the large banquet hall. And as much as you didn’t want to admit it, you were elated to see Robb standing with Jon and Theon near the edge of the dance floor.

You gathered up your expansive skirts, making your way along the edge of the room to the boys.

“Well don’t you just look dashing in the Stark colors?” Jon teased you, gesturing for you to do a twirl.

You landed a punch on his arm, not hard enough to actually hurt him, but firm enough to tell him to shut his big mouth, paired with an expression that told him you were going to pretend to be cross with him for a while. “If you must know, your lovely sister made me this gown, and as usual I had no say about the colors. But, I’m sure that it is just coincidence.” You attempted to sound sincere, even though you knew what Sansa was most likely thinking when she was picking out the material.

You pretended to listen to the boys ramble on about one thing or another, but your eyes were scanning the room in search of Arya. You knew that she was not particularly fond of feasts, so you always made a point to seek her out and reassure her, even if it was only for a few minutes. After few moments of searching, you spotted her, slumped into a chair, looking like she would much rather be anywhere else but here.

You felt Robb’s hand rest on the small of your back, attempting to draw your attention away from the very important matter at hand. “Y/N, do you want to-”

“Maybe in a minute, Robb,” you said, already making your way over to Arya, not even bothering to look back towards the sound of Jon’s booming laughter.

“Arya!” you laughed, taking her hands in your own and pulling her out of the chair. “Won’t you come and dance with me?”

“You know that I have been skipping my lessons,” she mumbled, refusing to meet your eyes. Somehow, she was in a worse mood than usual.

“I never said that we were going to make our way through the most boring waltz in existence.” You were already halfway to the band, who looked almost as morose as Arya, which wasn’t surprising when you thought about the music that they were being forced to play. “If this is to be the mood for the entire evening, we are all going to die of boredom.”

You let go of Arya’s hands for a few moments to whisper your instructions to the band. They all seemed to perk up immediately, sitting up in their chairs, the light coming back into their eyes. The tune changed from the sullen one that you had grown accustomed to hearing, to one that was jubilant and full of life. Reclaiming Arya’s hands in your own, your spun her around, prancing around in ridiculous circles until a smile finally graced her lips, and then a small laugh bubbled through, and you knew that your work was done.

You gave her one last smile, twirling her in another circle before stumbling off of the dance floor. All of the spinning had made you a bit dizzy, and with all of the skirts that Sansa had swaddled you up in, you weren’t surprised that you had nearly tripped a few times before you had even made it away from the dancers.

Robb’s hand found the small of your back, guiding you away from the mass of bodies that had swarmed the dance floor. You would have been surprised, especially because you hadn’t thought that Robb was anywhere near you, but he had a habit of turning up when you needed someone.

“What was it that you wanted earlier?” You asked breathlessly, collapsing into the chair that he had guided you to.

“Do you remember when my mother was so angry at us for sneaking into these feasts that she made us attend all of those dreadful dancing lessons?” Robb asked, smiling at Arya dancing with Rickon among the masses.

“Of course I do,” you laughed, recalling the many afternoons you had spent with your slightly nasty dance master. “Your mother was so sure that we would never turn up to another ball again if we had to take those lessons, but you were at every single lesson.”

“Naturally, you were so excited, and there was no way that I was going to miss it when you tripped over your own two feet.”

“If I recall correctly, you were always responsible for catching me after I messed up a new step.” You lazily punched him in the shoulder, but the laughter died in your throat as Robb caught your fist and linked his hand with yours.

“And I wouldn’t have missed it for the world.”

It wasn’t the act of holding his hand in yours that caused your breathing to falter. You had been holding pinkies since you had met, so after that, what was a hand? It was the way that his eyes were staring into yours, unwavering. For the first time in a long time, you felt yourself blushing because of Robb Stark.

It wasn’t something that happened often, the two of you had grown up together, after all. Your mother had been best friends with Cat, and when they passed away, it was no question that you were going to stay with Ned and his family.

You had been quiet when you arrived at Winterfell for the first time. It had only been a day or two since your mother and father had moved on, taken from you suddenly by a terrible affliction. You were assured that your friends would all be waiting for you, but that wasn’t good enough. You wanted your parents.

And even though you constantly reminded Robb of that, he was there for you at every turn. Bringing you a flower he found near a spring, hoping to make you smile, or telling you a poorly thought out joke, just waiting for just a glimpse of the dimples he used to know so well. And as much as you wanted to give him a glimpse of your former self, you needed time. Somehow, even at such a young age, both of you understood. And you had remained solemn, until one afternoon, he heard a giggle echoing from her chambers.

Robb threw open the door to find you sifting through a drawer full of dried flowers, picking them up one by one and examining them. He marched into the room, demanding to know why you had been so sad before. You never had been able to give him an answer, simply handing him one of the flowers and telling him that you were sorry. You never had offered him an explanation for those first few weeks.

“Y/N?” Robb’s voice and both of his hands cupping yours somehow managing to effectively draw you back to reality. “Are you okay?” his voice was soft, almost as if he was afraid to scare you away. He should know better than that by now.

“I was thinking about when I first came to live with you, well everyone. And you worried yourself over making me feel welcome, and you were so confused when you found me with that drawer full of flowers.” You sounded dreamy, still thinking about the days when things felt easier.

“You never did tell me why you kept all of those flowers. Especially when they never made you smile in the first place.” He smiled down at your hands, where his thumb was stroking the back of your hand.

“Because I knew that they were going to make me happy eventually,” You met his eyes, hoping that he understood what you were trying to tell him. “And I was right, wasn’t I?” Robb looked like he was going to answer, but you were finished wasting time moping about when there was a party going on. “Let’s dance, Stark.”

And without another word, the two of you were out of your chairs and headed for the dance floor. The musicians had kept their promise, and the music was lively. You were pleased to see that Arya had dragged Sansa into a group of dancers, and it brought a smile to your face to see that everyone was happy, for the time being. It was rare to stumble upon a moment where someone wasn’t squabbling, and when you managed to find one, you most certainly weren’t going to take it for granted.

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wednesdays at three thirty

a late bday fic for @jamesandlilyaredead​ <3 (9445 words, read on ao3)

Everyone sees the world in black and white until they meet their soulmate. But James works in a coffee shop, and every time he sees colour there’s an annoying customer there too (AKA a coffee shop and soulmate au fic in one because i have no chill).

“One frozen mocha to go!”

It’s second nature to him now, as quick and easy as breathing. In one swift movement, James grabs hold of the milk carton, ready to pour it into the blender. He hears the door to the cafe open, a chilly breeze ruthlessly following a handful of students who scrabble inside as it begins to rain.

It’s then that it happens. The milk drops to the floor as he stares, perplexed, at the colour of his hand. It’s like the weight of an avalanche crumbles on top of him, an invisible weight pressing hard on his shoulders. Before he even realises, his legs are like jelly and he’s falling.

“James? Are you alright?” a voice asks. 

He feels a hand pressed against his back, the sound of someone’s concerned voice muffled against his ear. He tries to say something, but all he can manage is an intense gasp for air as his legs shake once more.

He can see.

Not that he couldn’t before… but he can see

Colours are everywhere, blinding and intense. They’re beautiful, so vibrant that it’s making his head spin.

He’s staring at white tiles, chestnut coloured cabinets. It feels like he’s on fire and, more than anything, he wishes he could stand, to just look around the place to see who is making him like this.

Of course, he’s read the stories like everyone else. Lullabies that dated back long before they even had a name. Fairy-tales of people who, like everyone else, saw the world in a lens, the colour of life squeezed out. There was only one person who could help to retrieve that colour back into your life.

A soulmate.

James blinks, his heart now slowing to a calm, even beat. He breathes in deeply, relishing the peaceful feeling that washes over him. The owner of the hand speaks again and rubs the place between his shoulder blades tentatively, asking if he needs an ambulance.

He shakes his head, finally looking up at Remus.

“Can you stand?” Remus asks, taking hold of James’ shaking hand and pulling him to his feet. He wobbles for a split second and reaches out to grasp hold of the counter with both arms. His fingers grip onto the support for dear life.

Who?

He swallows, a nauseating bubble rippling throughout his intestines and threatening to shoot up his throat. He breathes in, counting to ten. Slow and easy, he finally manages to pull his eyes away from the wooden counter and cautiously glances around cafe.

The colours are dazzling; blues, reds, greens, all different shades and intensities. They’re all so vivid and intense that it feels like the ground’s shaking beneath him. The place is heaving with students, all wet due to the unexpected stormy April shower and James tries to look at as many as he can, searching desperately for someone who seems just as unsettled and surprised as him.

Everyone seems normal. How can that be? Colour’s just flown into every crevice of their being… and they don’t care?

There are too many voices, people ordering, grabbing their coffees and other beverages and talking aimlessly with one another. Amidst the chatter and the whirring noises from the coffee machines, the sound of the door opening reaches his ears. A freezing wind enters, the chilly kind that makes the hairs on his arms stand up on edge.

And then, just like that, his world is drained of colour. 

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Challenge me - 5SOS

Originally posted by eldvinaaa

This is quite easily the dirtiest thing I have ever written and I hope you enjoy it…bringing 2k16 out with a bang…quite literally I guess? There’s no backstory to this…just pure smut…ten pages of pure…smut…

Warnings: Spanking, verbal degradation, DP (double penetration for you virgin souls), boy x boy, anal, mild choking, Dom/Sub…I think that’s it. If you see anything else, let me know


“No, Luke, the other one,” Ashton’s voice commanded. Y/n pulled lightly on the ropes binding her arms, her skin tender from the initial pulling, quickly learning it wasn’t a good idea if she wanted to finish this with skin around her wrists. Her world was dark, line of vision completely blocked from the blindfold covering her eyes trying to listen to the voices just on the other side of the door wondering what their plan was.

She didn’t know how she was feeling about this, the entire scenario starting because of a small, blown out of proportion argument she had had with her boyfriend Ashton about him being too soft on her, somehow ending in the challenge that he wouldn’t share her with his band mates…and here they were, not even twenty-four hours later, her pussy already sore from the pounding Ashton had already given her from the argument, not slightly regretting edging him on, but there was enough lust flowing through her veins to push any of those feelings away quickly.

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cafuné.

Originally posted by freetl

pairing: bucky barnes x fem!reader. summary: bucky always asked you to play with his hair and when you finally question why he does it his answers surprises you.

genre: fluff. 

warnings: none aside from some swearing and Sam being a major dick.

a/n: this is the first time I write on english so please have in mind that this is not my first language. 


You were used to it at this point. It was a regular thing that everyone in the team thought was weird while you didn’t wanted to put too much thought into it. It was nothing. He just liked having his hair played with and you were the only one from the team friendly enough to ask that to. That’s exactly what you told yourself every time Bucky would request your hands on his long, soft brown locks so you wouldn’t fall deeper in the dark hole that was being in love and not being corresponded. 

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“It’s still snowing.”

John doesn’t bother to look up from the book he’s reading.  “Well spotted.”

Sherlock makes an irritated noise from where he’s standing in front of the window, violin held limply at his side.  “Why is it still snowing?”

“Dunno,” John says, reaching for his tea.  “Phone Mycroft, ask him.  If anyone could control the weather it’s probably him.”

“Ha ha very funny.”

John smiles around the rim of his mug.  It was, in fact, still snowing, just as it had been for the past two days.  The edges of the windows are steadily filling up, fluffy white flakes forming small, peaked mountains.  It’s actually been a rather peaceful couple of days, to be honest.  There’s been time for talking, for reading, for dozing by the fire crackling in the grate, for a couple of lazy morning shags.  But peaceful isn’t something that’s known to last very long in Baker Street.  In fact, “peaceful” is usually a precursor to Sherlock blowing up the toaster.

“Stop that.”

John looks up this time to find Sherlock has turned around and is glaring at him.  “Stop what?”

“Reading.”

John quirks an eyebrow.  “Is that supposed to be an order?”

Sherlock rolls his eyes.  “It’s boring, and I’m bored, and you’re not helping.”

John considers him for a moment.  Sherlock’s hair is in disarray, and his bathrobe is falling from one shoulder, and his bare feet tap angry little notes against the carpet.  His eyes have slitted back into their glare, and he’s aiming it at John as if he can control him just by staring long enough.  Ignoring the fact that he apparently can, John closes his book and sets it aside.  It seems blowing things up isn’t on Sherlock’s agenda today.

“You know, you don’t have to do that,” he says, making his voice as gentle as he can.

Sherlock’s feet go still.  “Do what?”

“Pretend you’re irritated with me.”

“I am irritated with you.”

John stands up.  “No, you’re irritated with yourself because you don’t know how to ask for what you want.”

The tense line of Sherlock’s shoulders tightens further.  “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

John gives him his best ‘you’re not fooling me for a minute’ look and walks over to where Sherlock is standing.  Sherlock stays still, and his eyes fall to where John’s hand slips into his own, their fingers intertwining.

“Stop being so difficult, you twit,” John says fondly, pulling him a bit closer.

Sherlock swallows.  “You wouldn’t like me if I wasn’t difficult.”

Love you,” John corrects, and Sherlock’s cheeks go pink as if it isn’t the hundredth time John has said it in the past few weeks, as if just that morning he hadn’t pressed the same hand he’s holding now back against the sheets as Sherlock gasped beneath him.

“Yes.  That,” Sherlock says, not meeting John’s eyes, and it’s a little bit heartbreaking, that.  So John presses up onto his toes and kisses him, soft but meaningful.

Sherlock is better with physical affection than he is with words, and he falls easily into the kiss, his hands sliding up to cup John’s face.  It’s still new.  John is still learning the shape of Sherlock’s mouth, the planes of his body, and, most importantly, the inner workings of his heart.  But John has experience with those things whereas Sherlock does not, and so John finds himself teaching his genius when he least expects it.

“Tell me what you want,” John says against his mouth, his hands sliding soothingly up and down Sherlock’s back, the silk of his dressing gown catching in his fingers.  “That’s how this works, remember?  Talk to me.”

Sherlock takes a shuddering breath and presses his forehead to John’s.  “You’ll think I’m ridiculous.”

John laughs and kisses the corner of his mouth.  “That ship sailed long ago, love.”

Sherlock pulls back and tries to glare again, but it falls flat, and he’s immediately back to looking endearingly anxious.  He clears his throat.  “I want you to sit on the sofa, and I want to put my head in your lap, and I want you to play with my hair.”  He pauses before tacking on a “Please.”

John has to press his lips together to keep from grinning.  “Is that all?”

Sherlock thinks for a moment.  “Yes.  You can read if you like.  While you’re doing it.”

“So what you’re saying is you want a cuddle?”

Sherlock rolls his eyes again.  “Don’t be tedious.”

John doesn’t hold his grin back this time, and he can’t stop himself from kissing Sherlock until the frown on his lips is well and truly forgotten.

“Cuddles are never tedious,” he says when he finally pulls back.

Sherlock looks a bit dazed, his lips kiss-swollen and his hair even more unruly than before.  “I think.  I think we should test that theory.”

John laughs, and they do exactly that.  John spends a lovely, relaxing hour with Sherlock’s head in his lap, his fingers pulling through those dark curls, scratching lightly at his scalp, pressing gently into the fragile bones of his skull. And Sherlock decides, firstly, that more experiments on the matter will have to be done, and, secondly, that perhaps cuddles with John are, in fact, never tedious.


Written for @lunalovegouda.  :)

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Obsession {Part 2}

Writer- @myhellyourstories

Requested- Anonymous

Request- Hello!! Can I please request a Harry Hook imagine with a female reader as Mal’s younger sister who Harry has an obsession with and he just loves her but she doesn’t like him back and he maybe kidnaps her? Anything you want in the story though! Thank you!!

Disclaimer- I do not own any of the Descendants characters, all credit goes to the creator and producers of Disney’s Descendants. All I own is my story.

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Pairing- Harry Hook x Fem! Reader

Summary- Mal’s plan doesn’t work out very well, (Y/N)’s and Harry’s past is revealed.

Warning(s)- Kidnapping, Cursing, Hating Uma, Talking about abuse.

Words- 2178

A/N- I’ve decided to make a part 3 or maybe even a miniseries, idk which one yet.

Originally posted by momomoon

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NurseyWeek Prompt #3 - Challenge.


“Oh, it is fucking on, bros,” Lardo shouts over the incessant thumping of the bass. “You two are going to get obliterated.” She points an emphatic finger at Ransom and Holster, who stand shoulder to shoulder on the other side of the beer pong table. Holster cups his hand over his chin, rubbing it thoughtfully, and side-eyes Ransom.

“She shouldn’t be able to say words like ‘obliterated’ three cups of tub juice in,” he says. Ransom is just beginning to nod in agreement when he’s beaned smack in the middle of his forehead with a ping pong ball. Holster gets hit in the same spot half a second later, sending both of them reeling back, spluttering.

“You know, I figured four years was enough time for the two of you to learn not to underestimate my abilities,” Lardo says, tossing another ping pong ball up in the air. She cocks an eyebrow and catches the ball, meeting their gazes. “My mistake. Clearly, you need another lesson.”

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stardustsantiago  asked:

mike and el after the snowball with their friends, trying to find a time alone before she has to go back with Hopper and Owens!

(sorry i was slow getting to this, but i finally did it! i kind of ran with the prompt it’s not exactly what you asked for, hopefully it’s still good

can also be read on AO3 here)

With all of the people around them, there might as well only be two. The fancy decorations and loud music are only a faint distraction; the chaperons standing on the edge, everyone else surrounding them on the dance floor. It’s all background noise for Mike.

“El.” He says it once he’s sure he can trust his voice again, when his head has (mostly) stopped spinning after he feels what it’s like to kiss her again, the way it feels like the first time every time.

She looks up, her eyes questioning for only a split second. Her lips are parted in an almost smile and Mike sends a prayer he won’t have to wait 353 days to kiss them ever again.

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Surprise!

Originally posted by thunderappledrawing

A/N: oh wow a tour fic. new laptop is working all nice and cool and i love it so whoop heres a fic. i might not have anything out for a few days bc i want to start the two long fic ideas i have (those will be up on my ao3 eventually bc they are klance lolkjhgkjfhg) but ill finish requests up soon. enjoy!

my ao3 if u want it: http://archiveofourown.org/users/yikeyway

It wasn’t the best idea. It was time consuming, a bit of a hassle, and definitely not cost effective, but you’d never claimed to have good ideas. A part of you rationalized that this was only the first leg of the first tour and that eventually they’d drag their shows to the east coast, to Maine, and you could just go then. But another part of you refused. This was the /first/ tour. It was special, it was scary, it was new. You wanted to see that, not only for yourself but for Ethan. So after a short battle with your impulse control that ended with your silly decision triumphant, you bought a ticket to the show and a flight to Detroit.

A few weeks later, you stood outside the theater, hands stuffed in the pockets of your jacket as you rocked on the balls of your feet. The doors opened and as people were led to their seats, you couldn’t help but smile. You’d seen a few videos and pictures, all of which the teams hard work and dedication practically radiated out of. There was also a strange meta feeling seeing as you’d listened to Ethan’s distressed rambling about them. A video of a certain dance and you remembered the 20 exasperated texts from him, groaning about how he just couldn’t get it right.

Your phone buzzed and brought you out of your reverie. You looked at the screen to see Ethan’s name, followed by a frighteningly long list of blue emojis in luea of a last name. You’d never understood people using their friends full names for their contacts. It was professional, yes, but /so boring/.

Ethan: Holy shit. Oh my god I’m gonna DIE

Ethan: Is it possible to die from nervousness and excitement at the same time? Bc that is what’s about to go down

Ethan: It’s the last show, y/n. What if I fuck it up? What if something absolutely terrible happens? WHAT IF SOMEONE DIES THAT WILL RUIN IT

You laugh to yourself as the texts come, one after another.

Y/N: Eth, calm down. You’re gonna do fine, I guarantee it. The shows have been wonderful so far, what makes you think this will be the one that sucks?

Y/N: Actually don’t answer that you’ll just freak yourself out more. Don’t worry, Ethan. It’s gonna be amazing, I know it.

You smile as you message him, and consider telling him that you’re there. But you planned to do it afterwards, as more of a surprise. You missed him, though, and were itching to see him in real life again. The last time you’d seen him had been before he moved to the opposite coast months ago. Every time he’d been close to being back home, you hadn’t been able to catch up. Conflicting schedules had forced you from seeing your probably-best-friend in almost a year.

Ethan: Okay. Okay yeah you’re right. It’s gonna be fine totally

Ethan: Alright shows starting soon I gotta go. Love you bye

Y/N: Love you too. Good luck, Eth. Don’t worry, hun, you know they’ll love it.

You got a barrage of hearts interspersed with a few other strange emojis in response. You laugh to yourself and press the power button on your phone. A few minutes later the lights dim and you’re swept up in the cheers of the crowd as the show starts.

It’s strange, but wonderful. There’s music and dancing and silly bits. They play games and laugh, changing costumes and bringing the audience into their fun. At one point there’s a q and a portion and you’re oh so tempted to ask a question to see if Ethan will realize what you’ve done.

You think you’ve blown your cover once when Amy, a beautiful blonde girl who Ethan introduced to you once over Skype and who dropped in on your conversations often, passed your seat at the end of your row. Her eyes passed over you, snapping back and filling with surprise. She obviously recognized you, but you just smiled and pressed a  finger over your lips to tell her not to say anything. Her surprised expression turned mischievous and she turned away to find a questioner, smirk on her face.

Near the end of the show, the boys got weepy. There were tears and hugs and so much emotion flowing through the room that you felt yourself tearing up too. You were so immensely proud of Ethan and what he had accomplished.

As they left the stage, you swallowed thickly and pulled out your phone. So far Ethan had texted you after every show, excited messages with more words misspelled than not, but you expected he’d be celebrating with his friends backstage right now. You open your conversation with Ethan and type out a message.

Y/N: You did wonderful, Eth. Your singing has really improved but the dancing could use some work. Especially liked the part where you tripped leaving the stage.

You pocketed your phone, moving into the crowd that was now flowing out of the venue. A few minutes later you were outside, cool night air refreshing on your skin, when your phone buzzed.

Ethan: ???????

Ethan: ur kiddin rihgt?

Ethan: Howd do you know that happened excuse me

Ethan: y/n…. Y/N

Ethan: AMMVY JUST SIAD SHE

Y/N: That she saw me in the crowd? Because she did. I’m outside, dumby.

You didn’t get an answer for a while as you edged around the crowd to stand by the side of the building. You wanted to see if you could wait it out and finally get to talk to Ethan in person again. You leaned against the wall, fidgeting with you phone. Suddenly, from farther down the alley a door slammed open. You jumped at the noise but barely had a moment to react before you were being knocked backwards by a speeding bullet of clothes and blue hair.

Ethan was babbling and hugging you tightly. You laughed, hugging him back.

“Oh my god! I can’t believe you’re here what the fuck?” Ethan was still teary from the show and it made his eyes shine.

“What are you even doing here? What the hell oh my god.” Ethan was out of breath, laughing giddily as he grabbed your face in his hands.

“I just… wanted to come see you. I know how much you’ve worked for this and I just couldn’t wait to see you again. The show was wonderful, Eth.”

Ethan’s face flushed at the praise. “Thank you. I’ve really missed you, I’m so glad you’re here.”

“I missed you too, Eth. So much.” You sigh. There’s a warmth in your chest and you feel so content. Not even the fact that you’re both in a cold, dank alley with a crowd of people right around the corner can ruin the moment. You’re hugging your best friend again and you’ve never been happier.

Ethan’s breath leaves him suddenly and his eyes widen. His grip slackens as he looks at you. He opens his mouth, then closes it, then opens it again. He breathes deeply before trying to speak again.

“I think I just realized something…”

“What?” You ask quietly, smile tugging the corners of your lips.

“I love you.”

Your brain short circuits and you blank for a moment. Then it’s spinning out of control again, like fireworks are exploding against your eyes. You can’t think of anything to say but you want to say everything.

You love him too.

Instead of trying to formulate a coherent response, you surge forward and press your lips against his. He makes a surprised noise before leaning back against you. You’re still hugging so you’re so close you can feel how fast his heart is beating. It’s like the world has frozen around you because nothing else matters. Nothing except Ethan.

When you pull away, he leans his forehead against yours and laughs. There’s a moment of silence before the sound of people clapping bursts into the bubble the two of you created. You jump back, looking around to see the source of the noise.

By the door Ethan burst out of is a group of people. You recognize them immediately as Ethan’s friend and tourmates. They’re clapping and whooping loudly, one of them, who you recognize as Mark, even whistles. When you look at Ethan he’s flushed all the way down his neck and glaring daggers at his friends.

“Fuck you.” He spits at them.

“It’s your fault for leaving the door open.” The tall one, Tyler, says.

“It was like a romcom. I could practically hear the fireworks.” Kathryn, a girl you’d taken a special liking to because of her kind words and snarky comments, puts in.

You laugh loudly, heart swelling with happiness. You have Ethan. You have this. It’s strange and complicated, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Ties That Bind Us

Part 2:
Lance fell out of the healing pod a day later with one hell of a headache.
Allura was waiting for him a look of concern on her face. “Lance…” she bit her lip seeming to change her mind “how do you feel?”
Lance shrugged as casually as he could. “Not a headache I suppose.”
“That would be the leftover effects of the concussion. Though your longer in danger it will likely hurt for a few minutes more.”
An awkward silence hung in the air, nether wanting to be the next to speak.
“Look Lance about your farther.”
Lance held up his hand to silence her. “I don’t want to talk about it… not with you at least.”
For a second Allura’s features showed hurt and Lance felt a stab of guilt.
“I just mean… if I’m going talk to anyone it should be Keith right? I mean he’s kinda already gone through finding out he’s not all human.” Lance said quickly.
“Oh… yes I suppose that makes sense. I did not tell them, I didn’t believe it was my place to tell your fellow Paladins. But I couldn’t keep it from Coran.” Allura admitted shamefully.
“I understand, I mean he has a right to know what happened to his son… I’ll talk to him too ok… I promise.” Lance gave her a shaky smile as he left the infirmary heading straight to Keith’s room.
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It was late when quite knock woke Keith up. He glared at the noise having just fallen asleep only minutes before.
“What!” He snapped opening the door ready to make who ever it was wish they had never been born.
However when the door slid open and Lance was standing there looking at feet shyly. “We need to talk…” he said so quietly that Keith almost missed it.
“Erm… sure come on in.” Keith stepped aside allowing the blue paladin to enter and take a seat on the edge of his bed.
“So what’s going on?” Keith asked as he awkwardly joined him on the bed.
“I just found out my dad Altean…”
Keith was silent for a moment “your d-dads what?” He asked his mind having just been blown by that simple statement.
“Yeah apparently the original blue paladin was my dad, he ended up meeting my mama somehow and well… guess I’m not just a boy from Cuba. I’m not even just a boy from earth.” Lance’s voice broke with emotion and Keith didn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around him pulling team mate into his arms.
“shhh it’s ok it’s going to ok.” Keith whispered as he stroked Lance’s hair. “I know it doesn’t feel like it right now, that you feel caught between two worlds, but this doesn’t change who you are. You Lance, human or Altean, he’ll you could be a robot for all I care. Your still you and your still amazing.”
Lance sniffed looking up at him as he wipe his eyes on his sleeve.
“Thanks… glad I can remember this bonding moment.”
Keith responded by blushing bright red and stuttering for a moment.
Lance started laughing quickly followed by Keith.
The two just sat there laughing for a while just letting the weight of the universe and their heritages slip away, even if it was just for a moment.
Then the moment ended and Lance got up to leave.
He hovered at the door for a moment before grabbing Keith by the shirt and pulling him into a kiss.
Lance stepped away just as flustered as Keith was. “Oh by the way Coran’s my grandfather.”
Lance grinned at Keith’s shocked expression as the door slid shut.
However soon as the door was closed the smile slipped away as he slowly made his way towards the control room, knowing now was the best time to confront Coran.
No matter how much he didn’t want to.

Peter x Reader Imagine

Summary:  After getting your feelings hurt by one of your friends, you decide to spend the rest of the afternoon at the roof of the building you live in, to have some time alone with your thoughts. However, Peter, who happens to live in the same building as you, saw you cry on your way home, and followed you to the roof to make sure you were okay. From that day, something sparked between the two of you.

A/N: I’m basically venting my feelings, something very similar happened to me today and I feel like shit about it.

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Friends

“Hey Y/N” One of your closest friends waved at you, as you emptied your backpack, leaving everything inside your locker. “Hey, you’re going to Frank’s birthday party?”

You frowned at your friend. You knew Frank’s birthday was today, and wished him a happy birthday in both his social media and at school. But, at any point, Frank didn’t tell you anything about a party or something.

“What? Why am I always the last one to be told about plans and stuff?” You asked sarcastically.

“Shit” Your friend muttered. “I-I thought he’d told you. He said he invited everyone from our group of friends…” He said awkwardly.

You felt your heart break a little bit. Did it feel like you’d been stabbed in the back or being left forgotten to die? Was it both of them? Whatever it was, it hurt, and instantly made you feel stupid for considering Frank a close friend, when apparently, Frank didn’t consider you as close as you’d thought.

“I-I mean…” Your friend continued, realising his mistake, and noticing how your usual smile immediately changed to a crooked attempt of smile. “I thought you two were buddies, ya know?” He laughed awkwardly, avoiding your stare.

“Yeah” You said feeling a lump in your throat. “So did I” You closed your locker and turned around, as your eyes became teary. “Gotta go, I might miss the bus” You said coldly and left at once.

Silent tears began falling from your eyes, as you avoid looking at anyone on your way to the bus stop. What an awful feeling, both anger and sadness filled you with loud thoughts, making you wish you could just mute the entire world and just be alone in silence for a while.

You sat on the very first seat of the bus, and looked out the window, hoping that everyone would ignore you.

“Ned, I’m telling you, Spanish isn’t that hard if you hand in everything in time” You heard Peter Parker’s voice, a nice and shy guy with whom you shared several classes, plus he happened to live in the same building as you did. You weren’t precisely friends, but, you found it easy to talk to Peter.

“I dunno, man. The teacher definitely hates me” Said Ned.

“Do you mind if I sit with you Y/N” Peter asked politely, as you shrugged.

Normally you’d greet both Peter and Ned. But since your eyes were fixed on the window, Peter noticed your weird attitude.

“Is everything alright?” Peter asked you, sitting next to you, as you shrugged again. “Can I help you…”

“No, Peter. Thank you, but no” You snapped, turning around to see him in the eye.

You turned back to the window, wishing he’d sat somewhere else. You immediately regretted the way you talked to him. Peter was a pretty sweet guy, who always avoided fights or arguments. He didn’t deserve it. However, Peter noticed your teary eyes, and felt worried for you. Since you were always the cheerful kid who always tried to have a smile and something nice to say to anyone. Something should’ve gone bad for you to be teary and aggressive.

“Peter” You whispered. “I-I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to…”

“It’s cool Y/N” Peter answered before you could finish. “I hope whatever happened gets better. I really like your smile” He complimented you, in an attempt to make you feel better.

You smiled softly and looked through the window, silent until your way home. When your stop arrived, both Peter and you hopped out of the bus, and silently walked inside the building. In any other day, you’d had a small chat with Peter until you reached your apartment, which was on the second floor, and Peter would continue to his in the third floor. However, this time you didn’t stop in the second floor, you kept going towards the roof. You needed some alone time to cry comfortably by yourself.

However, Peter knew there was something wrong. He was surprised when you kept walking up the staircase past the second floor. He left his stuff inside his apartment and followed you silently towards the roof. He remained behind the emergency door to the roof, and watched from afar.

You sat close to the edge, and hugged your knees close to your body, and began sobbing and cursing in a low voice. Hearing you cry, made Peter’s eyes get slightly teary, he never liked to see people cry. He couldn’t stand watching and felt the need to do something about it.

He walked into the roof, and closed the emergency door gently, so it wouldn’t make any  noise, and walked silently towards you.

“What happened, Y/N?” He asked.

You flinched at hearing his voice, and looked behind you to find Peter, staring at you with a concerned face. You looked back to the buildings in front of yours, and gulped. Peter sat next to you, whispering your name.

“I-it’s just that…” You began, cleaning your tears with your sleeve. “…have you ever realised you don’t mean as much to someone as they mean to you?”

Peter moved closer to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and bringing you closer for a hug.

“It sucks…” He muttered. “Who…”

“I thought I was close friends with Frank” You interrupted him. “I really did. I’d message him constantly when he left to that exchange in Italy, I once threw him a surprise party at my place…I thought we were actually friends…”

“Wait, Frank? But you two are friends, aren’t you?” Peter asked surprised.

“I don’t even know at this point” You sighed, as more silent tears fell down your tears.

“I’m sorry Y/N” He whispered, hugging you tighter.

“Frank apparently is throwing a party today with his close groups of friends…you can guess what happened next”

“Hey, maybe he forgot to invite you? I dunno, you should try to…”

“Yeah, Frank” you added sassily. “Mr. Perfect, who always gets pissed at people who don’t do their job in team projects, and is in like every activity the school has, and yet he manages to have perfect grades? Yeah, I don’t think he forgot about me” Your voice lowered down, as you spoke, as you felt that back-stabbing ache again.

Peter didn’t answer. But he hugged you tighter and stroked your hair. From everyone in the school, you’d never imagined it would be Peter Parker who would comfort you during a hard time. He kissed the top of your head, as an affection gesture, as trying to say “I’m here for you, unlike that asshole Frank”

“I’m going to have chinese with my aunt May tonight, would you like to join us for dinner?” Peter asked.

More tears fell down your eyes, but this time were more like happy tears. Even when things felt like shit for a second, now everything seemed to be getting better. Having chinese with Peter and his aunt sounded like more fun that a birthday party. You broke the hug, cleaning your tears and smiling at Peter.

“Sure, I’d love that” You whispered, as Peter smiled back at you.

“Now, that’s the smile I was talking about earlier” He said, as you giggled shyly. “Let’s get going to my place, and I’ll call May to let her know we’re having a guest tonight” He stood up, and offered you his hand to help you up.

After having dinner, Peter and you hung out in his room for a while. The two of you talked about endless things, and realised you two shared a lot of interests. You’d never imagined Peter was this cool, and you felt somewhat grateful that you’d had to go through some bad stuff in order to get to meet Peter. So, in the end, you weren’t as mad at Frank as you did earlier. Because of him, you were now having a pretty good friday night, chatting with Peter.

After midnight, you decided to head to your apartment, and Peter offered to walk you to it, even if it was a floor below. Peter asked you out, to have some ice cream the next day, and you accepted before you two hugged before parting ways. That night, you couldn’t stop thinking about Peter.

“Has Peter being this good looking the whole time?” You kept asked yourself over and over. Feeling warm and fuzzy inside.

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Well, writing this helped me feel better, so, I’m glad. Hope you liked it, requests are open, since I lack of imagination *cries*

DAY6 Scenario: Heart Strings

Request: Can I get a Day6 scenario where Jae teaches you (his gf) how to play guitar because she always wanted to learn

A/N: Oh anon you beauty! Thank you for requesting my ultimate bias my dear, I’ll definitely have fun writing this one! We need more Jae & DAY6 writers out there! #buyyouwerebeautifulonitunes

Originally posted by ambersgf

It had been a long day sat at home in your shared apartment by yourself. You desperately searched in every bookmarked page in a book and in every dusty cake recipe and yet nothing seemed to spark your interest. Your boyfriend Jae was busy at work filming for ASC in the morning before promoting with DAY6 in the evening and so you doubted he would be home for another hour but with the way the boredom was consuming your brain cells you weren’t sure how much longer you would last. You pulled your heavy bones from the couch leaving a small dip in your spot before you wandered without aim through your apartment.

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Pulse Part 15

Part 14

Genre: Angst
Words: 1,672 (it’s short i know don’t hate me)
Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: Injuries
Summary: Soulmate AU in which one’s heartbeat becomes perfectly in sync with their soulmate’s once they meet.

Originally posted by auroras-boreales



“Peter Quill and I know each other because he used to date my little sister. They dated for about six months before getting engaged. They didn’t need to wait any longer because they were soulmates and that was enough for them. Haley was so excited.” He looked down, shaking his head slightly, and chuckled. “She had everything planned out before she had even gotten a ring from him. Once she finally did, the whole family wanted to be involved. Everyone was so happy.”

You smiled softly at the love in his voice.

“Then the fire happened. He-” the word was filled with disgust and Bucky had to pause to grit his teeth together, take a breath, and calm himself before continuing. “He left the fucking stove on after making breakfast. She was still asleep when he left for work. He’d be coming back home of course not much later,” he let out a humorless laugh, almost scoffing. “A firefighter who can’t even stop the flame he ignited…”

“Bucky- I am so sorry.”

His voice dropped lower in tone, cutting through the air with a deep edge that should have sent you inching away. “It was his actual job to save her. Instead, he was the one who killed her. Two of his actions and none of anybody else’s led to her death.

“After that, my family stopped communicating. Everyone wanted to grieve in their own way. My dad drank every night until he could throw a few punches without guilt, then he’d pass out. My mom never stopped crying. Distant family moved away from where she’d died, and I eventually did too.”

You stroked his palm with your fingertips. “Is that why you started teaching self-defense? Because of your dad?”

He swallowed, watching the patterns you drew softly. “I’ve always known how to fight, I wasn’t always involved in a good crowd… But when my mom finally came to me in my apartment covered in bruises and sobbing-” He rubbed his eyes with his free hand before dragging it down his face. “I helped her leave him, and I guess I decided then that I’d try to help other people too.”

It was quiet as you searched for words to say that would comfort him. You knew nothing could bring her back. Not only her, either, but his mom and her security, his dad and his normal fatherly personality. Hugs, kisses, promises, all of them would dissolve right in the air in front of you.

“That’s why I don’t want him near you. He already took my baby sister from me, my mom, my dad… There’s no way in hell I’ll let him take you too.”

You sighed. “Bucky, he’s not going to take me.”

His eyes flashed to yours at your words, making you pull your hand from resting on his arm. “He’s careless, (Y/N). Even without your situation happening, I wouldn’t want him within the same fucking city as you.”

“He’s not a dangerous person, Buck. He’s not Rumlow.” He opened his mouth angrily before you cut him off softly. “He saved my life, that has to count for something?”

He breathes out heavily from his nose, closing his eyes in exhaustion while letting his frustration slowly seep out of him. “He did. And I am grateful for that, honestly… But that doesn’t bring Haley back.”

“You’re right.” You nod understandingly, carding your fingers through his soft locks. “Thank you for sharing this with me.”

His eyes close once again as he hums softly, his head tilting into your hand like an affection-seeking cat wanting to be pet. You didn’t want to fight with Bucky about this. It wasn’t even the fact that you were on Peter’s side, you just knew that he didn’t intentionally murder Haley. You didn’t want Bucky to hold onto unnecessary anger that could hurt him more.

When his eyes fluttered open once again to look at you, he gave you a small smile, one corner of his lips quirking upward. You heart pounded at the beautiful sight and you felt yourself blush knowing that he could feel it too.

Attempting to lighten the mood, you held back a smile of your own as you feigned annoyance. “And I didn’t even get to finish my cereal.”

“Maybe you’d be more inclined if you had gotten the better Captain Crunch.” His response was quick and you rolled your eyes before leaning in to give him a kiss. It was strange to be able to kiss him like you had wanted to since the first time you had laid eyes on him. It felt surreal, as if you were dreaming and any moment your eyes would open and he would be gone, no touch on your lips at all.

But you definitely felt him on your lips. You could taste him, smell his cologne, his shampoo as you moved closer into him. You wanted to move even closer and closer and closer until the two of you were one, but you couldn’t for two reasons. The first was that your injuries definitely could not allow it. Even though Bucky had been permitted to have a nurse from the hospital come here to remove your stitches due to Rumlow being loose, your side was still healing along with your ribs and your broken wrist.

The second reason was because you both had to pull away as the sound of the front door closing echoed through the home.

Immediately, Bucky was on his feet and hovering near the door to the bedroom. He looked over at you cautiously. “Stay here.”

You wished you could lift yourself up with your abdominal muscles without hurting your injuries too much, but you couldn’t. If you were able to, you would have followed Bucky right out that door to be by his side in case of Rumlow being the one to break into the house.

Silence followed his exit of the room, and you could picture him in your mind slowly making his way down the hall, every muscle tense and on edge. You waited to hear a noise- any noise- that would be an indicator of who was out there. You were nervous he would find a note or some kind of ominous warning.

What he found was even worse in your mind.

“Samantha?”

That name was all you heard before his footsteps stopped being silent and picked up speed to where she must have been standing. The voices were hushed after that, swallowed up by the distance between the two rooms. You had no idea what Bucky was saying or how he was going to explain the girl in his bed with his clothes on.

“Babe-” His voice raised enough for it to carry to the bedroom and send a stab through your heart. “I mean Sam, there is a lot more going on here than I can explain right now.”

Her voice challenged his. “After everything? After I found you drinking yourself to death in a bar after your sister’s death? After I helped you through that? After we fell in love with each other? You always told me that was stronger than any soulmate connection!”

Ouch.

“I thought it was until I found my soulmate! Sammy… you know you will always mean something to me. I will always love you. This is just- it’s different.”

That must have been the last straw because you almost had to plug your ears to avoid listening to the rest of the conversation.

“You could have at least told me when you first met her! And then when you invite her into our new place, I’m in a different country and you don’t even have the decency to call me back or give me more than one word responses over texts. You screwed up, Bucky.”

A quiet “I’m sorry” was all you heard from him.

You didn’t know how to feel. You obviously wanted Bucky to make a choice- a final one that wouldn’t send you lost in miscommunication again- but you knew this was hurting someone else in the process. You were selfish, you did want him. He was your soulmate, of course you felt that way. But you were thankful to Samantha for being there for him when he had lost Haley.

You wondered why he hadn’t mentioned that part when you had been talking about him moving out here after his sister’s death. It had been the perfect opportunity, but you knew that Bucky was just as guarded as you were. He had been through pain and loss just as you had, but while he grew from having no one to having Samantha, you grew from having no one to having him.

“Hey.” Bucky’s voice drew you from your thoughts, making you jump in the bed. You winced at the sudden movement, but Bucky only diverted his eyes, his jaw clenched.

“What happened?” You rubbed at your side.

“She wants to talk more tonight. She still lives here, though, so we’ll have to go back to my old apartment. The lease isn’t up yet. I didn’t want to go there because it’s closer to yours but we’ll have the cops.”

“Okay.” Your voice was small, encompassing how you felt as he distanced himself from you.

“She’s giving us a couple of hours to get out of here. I can grab most of my stuff when I come back tonight.”

As you nodded, you watched as his eyes became glossy. He turned around immediately and you felt your heart drop at the action. With his back faced toward you, he fumbled through his drawers. His movements were contradictory to his words, proving that he was very well hiding from you as he sniffed and got himself under control.

Once he turned around though, a small bag under his arm with pajamas for you, any evidence he had been crying was gone, but his eyes still never met yours. 

“Alright,” he spoke. “Let’s go.”


Part 16

I Have This Kink - Part Two

Pairing: Stiles x reader

Author: @ninja-stiles

Words: 1937

Author’s Note: So, I hope you guys enjoy this because I honestly don’t know how I feel about it lol. Thanks to @mf-despair-queen and @dumbass-stilinski for looking this over for me. You guys da best.


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