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The Boy’s Locker Room: ReggiexReader! Oneshot

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Summary: (Y/N) and Reggie have some fun in the locker rooms!

Warnings: this oneshot is NSFW and contains SMUT

Originally posted by ron-weasleys

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The White Prince & the Maiden of Prayers

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Would Never Call It Love | Finale

After many many many weeks of me being gone, I’ve finally gotten the courage to write the finale of a story that I’ve had so much fun writing, and have had so much fun seeing you guys reactions to it. This story is now my most popular with the most notes I’ve ever gotten on a post, and I can’t thank you guys enough for always pushing me to be a better writer. Sad to end this one, but I have ideas in store for a new story, can’t wait to share it with you guys hopefully soon :-). Enjoy.

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Previous parts: 1 2 3 4 5 6 


This day had to come. This day was bound to creep on us sooner. This day may not seem huge to some people, but it’s huge to me. 

The last show of their first leg of the tour. Also known as, the day I’ve decided to go back home to my lonely, small, quiet home…all by myself.

When did I decide this? Probably about 5 hours ago at 7 am when I impulsively bought a plane ticket, while at breakfast with Luke, Ashton, and Arzaylea. While the couple talked throughout breakfast, Ashton kept nudging me and bugging me about what had me so fixated on my small screen, but he leaned over a little far at one point and gave an annoyed sigh before throwing his share for his own food and walked out of the eatery. Luke and Arzaylea still haven’t figured it out.

Now here I am, packing my things, the memories of the last couple of weeks with the boys coming down on me. I picked up a black and white stripped shirt that I wore the day of their 3rd concert, the one where Michael spilled a little too much water on me backstage after the show, and my bra peeked through; of course he didn’t seem to mind though. I then started placing the different colored bracelets Ashton gave me within the second week of tour inside a little pouch in my suitcase. They made me smile because they matched his, so I’d always have a little part of him.

Then it got to my lingerie and undergarments, many of which I wore when Calum was over. I held back tears, my throat becoming itchy, as I packed them deeply away underneath anything else I could. 

I heard a knock at my door, and saw Ash standing there, leaning against the door still looking displeased.

“You know they’re asking about what happened at breakfast right?” 

I only rolled my eyes. “Why am I not surprised.”

“I’m not telling them, you are.” He strode toward my suitcase and began taking out the nicely folded clothes and even took things out of the pouches. The room went silent when he saw the colorful bracelets, and even the same bra from that night when everything took a turn for the worst. He bent down and studied them both, the memories hitting him hard as well.

“After all these weeks, you still have these bracelets?” He questioned quietly. I only gave him a nod. “And this…I remember this little number…everything felt so right that night.” He smiled sadly at the moment that practically changed everything; the friendship, the relationship, his ability to forgive himself for one mistake.

“Well, at least for one person it did.” He threw it back down next to the bracelets and began striding out of the room. I took two big steps before pulling him by the cuff of his sleeve, stopping him.

“Don’t do that to me. You don’t get to be mad at me for the decision I’m making. So what if I’m leaving? So what if I don’t want to be here anymore? It is not my fault that because of my stupid mistakes I don’t want to be in a place where I am not welcome anymore Ashton. Sorry that you don’t have a choice. You’re a part of this band, these are your best friends and even though you’re having a fight with one of them doesn’t mean you can take it out on me because you can’t run away from it like I’m doing.”

“You’re being selfish. You’re thinking of only yourself. Which is exactly what Calum said the other night when you tried talking to him right?” Slap. Instantly my hand landed on his right cheek, making it head and hair whip to the side and cover his face. My breathing was heavier and louder, the feeling of my cheeks getting red growing. He turned his head back slowly, his eyes like dagger stabbing into my skin. I could just the anger dripping off of him.

“Y/N look…” he tried to sound sympathetic, but I only held up my finger and pointed it at the door.

“Just get out.” He knew he was defeated, and that he hit a spot in me that stung. Before I shut the door on him, he turned back slightly and whispered, “Just call me when you get there, please. I need to know that you’ll be safe.” I hummed in response, and shut the door, leaning my back against it. 


Hiding my suitcase backstage behind a bunch of curtains was surprisingly easy. It was easy access, and since I would be leaving 15 minutes before the end of the guys show, nobody would really know that I had left. The only person I’d truly have to say goodbye to is Ashton since he was the only one that knew, or so I thought.

Arzaylea caught me at the snack table and tugged on my jacket, getting as far away from the boys as possible. I gave her a confused look, waiting for her to tell me what was going on since she looked so worried.

“Arz, w-what’s going on-”

“I bugged Ashton for hours about what went wrong this morning, and he finally told me.” She crossed her arms staring me down, while I was looked down messing with my fingers.

“Look, please don’t be upset with me-”

“Oh, you think I’m just upset. That’s rich. I’m more than upset with you Y/N. You’ve become like a sister to me, I thought you were stronger and had more integrity than you’re showing right now. You’re letting a stupid boy get in the way of you living your best life. You think you’ve fucked up? You think I haven’t fucked up either! This-this is all just so disappointing.”

“You have to understand that I’m miserable here now. There’s never a day that goes by anymore that I don’t blame myself for how things have laid out the past couple of weeks. I’ve only made things worst since being here, when I wasn’t even suppose to be in the first place!” I felt the water prickle in my eyes, but clenched my fists to help make it go away.

“If you’re mad because you feel like once I’m gone you feel like we’ll never see or talk to me again, then I can make a promise that that won’t happen.” She only scuffed, but in an amusing way.

“That’s partly why.” She pushed my shoulder playfully as we both smiled at each other.

“I’ll still text you, facetime you and call you. Just because Calum and I can’t get along great doesn’t mean I have to give up some of the best people in my life. I just have to…give him some space. It’s for the best.” I peeked over her shoulder slightly to see Calum biting into a green apple, water bottle in his other hand. I couldn’t help but shutter at the veins popping out of his neck and how defined his jawline got when it jutted out to eat the piece of the apple. It’s the simple things Calum did that got under my skin.

Arzaylea pulled me into a tight hug then pulled back to smile at me, and proceeded to do what most girls do with their best friends, take a snapchat. She pulled up a funny filter to get me to calm down and smile, but after the picture was taken, something slimy and runny was piled on top of my head.

Arzaylea and I jumped back from each other as some of it did get on her too, then we turned around to find Nia with a smirk holding the big plate that was dead center of the snack table that was labeled “Spaghetti.” The crew and everyone stopped doing whatever they were doing, and watched to find out what was going to happen next.

“Nia what the fuck!” Arz yelled, wiping off the bits of tomato sauce that was now on her clothes and hair.

“She deserved it.” She came up close to my face, trying to intimidate me however I held my ground and stared her right back down.

“That’s for making Calum break up with me.” She chuckled. “You think he’d really eventually end up falling for you? Oh girl, you’ve got it so wrong. He told me all the awful things you’ve done to him, but don’t worry, I fucked all the bad feelings out of him.” Before I could hear another word, I pushed past her walking fast toward the curtain where my suitcase was located. Sure, I’d have to wait in the airport for almost 2 hours, but I couldn’t stand to be in anybody’s presence anymore. I felt an arm tug me around, and the same husky voice from before rang through my ears.

“Y/N what are you doing, you can’t leave now!” He yelled in my face.

“Ashton! Stop trying to make my decisions for me. You may love me but you don’t know what’s best for me.” His grip instantly loosened and I took the chance to take my arm from his hand. “Now let me go.” And grab my suitcase hoisting it up from the ground and running toward the back exit.

I didn’t see it, but I left Calum standing there with his food now sprawled across the floor at his feet, a dumbfounded look on his face, and for the first time in a while, an aching heart. 


Calum’s POV

The last show of this first leg of the tour was thrilling and exciting, but once my body left that crowd of energy and happiness, reality snapped back into me, and all my confusion and frustration came out of me when I chucked my water bottle at the nearest wall, and it exploded everywhere. Michael’s soft voice could be heard right behind me, telling me to calm down and to not take my anger out so aggressively like that because who knows, I could’ve hit a person instead. 

“Look, I know MIkey, I’m sorry…I just-I’m so confused right now.” We both plopped down on the couch in our dressing room, my hands coming up to my face.

“What did Ashton mean by ‘you can’t leave now’ when he was talking to Y/N? And what was in her hands when she was running away…”

“She left.”

My hands came down from my face, hoping and praying I’d see a laughing MIchael after that statement. It just couldn’t be true. But after a few seconds had passed, he continued to nod his head, as if he was still trying to make the situation seem real.

“She left Cal. She went back home tonight. Ashton told me before we went on stage tonight. He couldn’t tell you because he knew it would only distract you more. He just doesn’t want to keep making you mad mate, he cares for you so much even after everything.” His hand came up to my shoulder giving it a friendly squeeze. My chest sank lower in my chest trying to piece together just how bad everything had gotten, my life outside of the lights and music, was falling into shambles.

“I need to go make up with him first.” Michael smiled and agreed, both of us quickly grabbing our stuff before heading out. He informed me that Ashton had drove straight to the hotel we were staying at right after the show ended, and that Luke and Arzaylea were spending some time together tonight out and about. We headed straight after to him to patch things up. Even though that was the first thing on my mind, I was secretly hoping Y/N just might be there.


We raced up to the elevator and impatiently waiting until it reached our floor, only to find Ashton just closing his door as if he was leaving. I ran up to him and tackled him in a big hug, his weight leaning against mine to stop us from falling. I was holding him so tight the indents in my arms were showing through, and my hand veins were popping out. 

“Ash, ash I’m so sorry for everything dude. You come before anyone else and I shouldn’t have blamed you for everything happening.” We pulled away and he smiled so big his famous dimples showed, and the crinkles near my eyes accompanied my own smile.

“Cashton, always man.” And we did one of those bro handshakes, Michael leaning against the hallway wall watching this beautiful moment unfold. My eyes slowly drooped after things quieted down. Ashton could read my mind, and his arms reached out to gently rub my shoulders.

“So, she’s really gone?”

“I just got off the phone with her. I raced back here to see if she’d still be here but, no luck.” I shook my head in disbelief, disappointed in myself for being as stubborn as I was and almost losing my best friend, along with the girl of my dreams. “Her plane should be taking off soon, I’d say text her Cal. She needs to hear from you that you at least don’t hate her.”

“But that’s the point. I don’t hate her at all, I feel so strongly for her, more than I ever thought I could for someone…” Michael came behind me and leaned his head on me sighing. The weight of her gone now upon all of us. The atmosphere seemed different, the vibe between all of us was still off, as if the Earth was off its axis and everything seemed…wrong. 

“Why don’t we get some rest now guys, we’ve worked hard these past couple of weeks. Let’s enjoy these next few days before our next leg? Am I right?” We all agreed and they decided to walk with me to my room and stay the night, just so we knew that we were all there for each other if one of us needed something throughout the night.

As we entered the room, I walked in first to see a familiar jet black sleek suitcase sitting next to the door. My eyes widened and I looked up to see Ashton holding back a small grin, jutting out his chin, telling me to go see what I was already thinking. My legs quickly carried me past the small curve of the room into the bedroom, seeing a small Y/N sitting crossed legged on my bed in the first t-shirt I ever gave her to keep when I wasn’t around her, my Maine t-shirt.

She stood up upon hearing my loud strides and the shirt fell to just above her privates, her hair disheveled and her makeup slightly streaky, like she had been crying.

“Calum…” her voice croaked. I looked back at the boys, watching them in awe as Michael’s face lit up at the sight of her, Ashton looking proud. And they both walked slowly out of the room, leaving us alone.

“They told me you left…” I said in disbelief.

“I couldn’t…I couldn’t do it, I couldn’t get on that plane and fly away from you, not without fixing things first.” She walked closer to me timidly. I had to bring her closer, so I pulled her in by her waist, wrapping my large hand around the back of her head and placing it underneath my chin, my other hand tightly wrapped around her waist. My breathing became heavy, my heart beat racing, my head filling up with euphoric memories.

“You’re-you’re heart is beating so fast Cal…”

“It’s because it’s happy to be close to you again.” She pulled away to look up at me, her eyes glossy once again, a happy yet sad look in her eyes, as if she didn’t know how to feel in his moment.

“Y/N I am so sorry for never letting you have a chance at explaining things to me, or never giving you a chance to speak and finish your sentences. And I’m sorry that it took me so long to realize it and that it took you almost leaving for me to realize that I never stopped feeling for you. But I promise if you stay, right here, with me, you won’t ever have to go through something like this again. We could have the love we’ve always wanted.” I pleaded. Without hesitation she reached up and brought my face to meet hers, her lips lightly pressing the softest kiss we’d ever shared. I couldn’t help but deepen it, feeling her smaller frame pushed up against mine again. We rested our foreheads against one another as she brought her hands to rest on my chest, lightly rubbing her thumbs over the material.

“I wouldn’t have ever called this love before.” Gesturing to the past complicated relationship we had.

“What about right now?”

“It’s the only word I can use to describe it.”


YAY IT’S FINISHED. I was going to add smut but this alone took me 3 hours so I’m extremely tired you guys ;( request smut though if you want it! Again, thank you so much on the love for this story! I put up a ‘would you rather’ post so if you could, please look at it and tell me which story you’d like to write next. Btw GGMOW will be up soon as well!

 My headcanon where ghost Vader is the biggest fucking Han x Leia shipper the galaxy has ever seen leads me straight to the place where post-Return ghost Vader is trying to give Leia dating advice and encouragement through Luke.

‘Luke, tell your sister she should definitely invite that nice Solo chap around for dinner tonight.’

‘Um…yes Dad.’

‘And tell her not to settle for that Millennium Falcon. A real gentleman should provide a proper spaceship for my precious wonderful baby girl who deserves only the best in everything.’

‘By the Force - yes Dad.’

‘And what about you son? Is there no-one special? There must be a few nice girls on planets I haven’t blown up yet…”

‘Dad, I don’t actually like …’

‘Girls? That’s alright son; this is a modern galaxy. What about that Calrissian boy, he seemed nice…’

‘NO DAD, I mean I’m not interested. At all.’

Anakin I-will-defy-the-stars-and-heavens-to-get-one-snog-from-Senator-Amidala Skywalker is not impressed. ‘What?! But son, you’re the most eligible boy in the galaxy! You’re clever and brave and strong and far too good for all these scruffy rebel types you keep hanging around with - ‘

‘Da-ad…’

Do you want me to die without grandchildren; is that it?’

Dad - um. You’re already - I mean -’

And ghost Obi-Wan sighing in the background just like ‘Yup, this all sounds familiar…’

The Colors Of The Girl // Draco Malfoy // Pt. 2

Originally posted by rosaesse

Pairing: Draco Malfoy X reader

Type: Fluff

Word Count: 2396

Summary: Draco saves you from killing yourself but when his plan to bring his people into the school threatens your life - he’ll do whatever he can to keep you safe.

A/N: This Chapter is dedicated to @milkywaygalaxygirl for being my first ever submitted comment! I hope you like it :) (PT. 3 coming soon!) 

Also feel free to submit any idea you have for future parts, these will be answered privately, to not spoil any possible events.

( @faithful-music @mrs–banner )

Warnings: Talk of suicide, physical encounters, Technically torture.

Part 1  :  Part 3


Draco sat outside the infirmary wing waiting for Madam Pomfrey to give him some sort of report. His hair had grown greasy from not leaving that seat to shower for days, and every time he ran his hand through his hair, the more of that grease got on his hand. His hand shot up from his hands when the door to the infirmary opened.

Dumbledore and all the house heads emerged… he’d been so distracted he hadn’t even noticed them even going in. They all seemed sullen and the house heads walked away as Dumbledore sat down on the wooden bench with Draco.

“You were the one who discovered her… yes?” Dumbledore questioned lightly. The pair had not had good relations, and they both knew it. Draco only nodded, staring down at his shoes. “Would you please tell me the details of what happened that night?” Draco nodded, sitting up taller and wiping his hands on his trousers before speaking.

“She had offered me some tutoring in astronomy and when she didn’t meet me after dinner I got worried, but I didn’t think much of it. I started asking people around if they’d seen her and no one had… Curfew was coming so I went back to my dorms, but I couldn’t sleep thinking about where she was and if she was okay. I noticed her when she was sinking… I think she may have put stones in her pockets or something. She was already out at that point… she almost seemed… happy. At first, I thought she was some…. creature, I couldn’t see her hair and her eyes were transparent but when I realized it was her I just… ran. I don’t know how I found her in the lake… but somehow I did. I grabbed her and just… ran with her in my arms. What was I supposed to do ya know? I couldn’t just let her die.” Draco spoke as though he was talking to someone he trusted, though he most certainly did not trust Dumbledore.

“Do you have any idea why she would do such a thing? You seem to know her…” The old man spoke.

“Yeah… her parents died and everyone picks on her. She’s been getting a hard time from my friends lately and I didn't do anything… I let them torture her. Shit fucking Christ!” Draco’s head fell into his hands as he realized that he should have done something more to stop them. Dumbledore made no effort to criticize him for his choice words, he was in pain and telling him to watch his language was not going to help.

“Perhaps you should head to the bathroom… clean up a bit, you don’t want her to see you like this when she wakes up now do you? That’s no way to impress the girl you love.” Draco was baffled as Dumbledores words, but the old man only chuckled and stood, walking away whistling to himself. I hit him then harder than it had before… Y/N tried to kill herself because he had done nothing to stop his friends.

Draco went to the bathroom as Dumble door suggested, and he surely did look a mess. He pulled his vest over his head and looked angrily at himself in the mirror.

Originally posted by fallingforamalfoy

How could he have let this happen to you? Almost every evening for four months you two had been together. Every evening your connection grew stronger… yet he did nothing to stop his friends. Bloody hell he even laughed along with them. He knew he should have stopped them. She was kinder to him than them all combined, though she’d never admit to it.

“Bloody hell Draco what are you going to do about this?” His voice resonated through the empty bathroom like a soft breeze over calm waters, smooth and with nothing to stop it. Looking at himself in the mirror, his hair was a mess and his eyes were sunken deep into his skull, hovering above dark circles that looked as though they could have been drawn on with a quill. He splashed his face with cold water before fashioning his hair the best he could to look acceptable before turning and walking away from the mirror, leaving his reflection behind him.

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When you woke up, all you felt was a twinge of disappointment. How could you have failed… again? You were sure of it this time… perhaps this was heaven? No, the pain you felt in your body was too real for this to be some godly alternate dimension. Madam Pomphrey scurried over to you when she noticed you had woken. She looked at you pitifully, obviously trying to show her sympathy without having to bring up your failed attempt to end your own life.

“Oh good, you’re awake. Please dear, drink some water. I’ll go fetch the headmaster.” She spoke as she handed you a glass of water and then walked hurriedly out the door. You thought you’d be left in peace then, but the silence was short lived as the heavy doors to the infirmary flew open. There he stood, his platinum blonde hair in his face and he appeared breathless as he scanned the room. His eyes landed on you and he stumbled into the room. Anger and confusion bubbled up inside you, your hair turning white. Though you never thought you’d see it turn colors again.

Draco approached you carefully, as though not to spook you and cause you to flee from him. You watched him as he inched closer to you. You mostly just wanted to be left alone. You especially didn’t want him around. Why was he here anyway? Is he here just to rub salt in the wound?

He didn’t sit when he came close to you, he just stood there in silence, the way you would when you were in the room of requirements. You rolled to face away from him. No words were exchanged that day… or in the two days following that one. It wasn’t until the fourth day that he had the courage to speak to you.

“It’s happening tonight… the whole… vanishing cabinet thing. I thought, maybe you’d want to know.” He went silent, not expecting you to respond, and you didn’t for a few minutes. But when you did your voice came out hoarse and tired.

“Am I going to die?”

Originally posted by imagine-everything41

He lifted his head to look at you after you spoke. The color of your eyes had reverted back to blue, along with your hair, but there was almost a fear in your voice as you spoke.

“No, I think… only one person is going to die tonight.” The voice he spoke in did not seem like his own. It was thick and sour to hear.

“By the end of your wand, no?” The words slipped past your lips like sands through the hour glass, there was really nothing you could do to stop them. He began to speak;

“If I don’t-”

“-they will kill you.” In an effort to finish his sentence you interrupted him. His eyes fell then, he looked more upset than he did before.

“No, Y/N… they will kill you.” He sighed and looked away, “I don’t want you to die.” He sighed as you rolled away from him. He knew what you wanted to say, you did too. You were dying to say ‘well I do.' “I know it may not seem like it, but you know Y/N…. I really do care for you. Despite everything I’ve done, and everything I’ve let my friends do… I care more about you than all of them combined.” He paused for a moment. “Look, Y/N.” He reached for your hand and grasped it lightly.

Originally posted by xxvampirediaries

You were simply limp in his grasp, you had nothing left in you to do more than roll over and choke out a few words every now and then. You couldn’t tell if you wanted to hold onto him for dear life or to rip your hand away and tell him to leave you alone. After all, how could you possibly trust what he’s saying? You’d seen him lie to others, and he could be very convincing.

“You don’t have to believe me Y/N… I know how you are. After all, I’ve spent every day for months with you, I know you don’t in believe what you can’t see with your own eyes.” His voice was softer now, though there was aching pain behind it. You closed your eyes and just listened to his voice as he spoke of the little memories together. Eventually, his words became a mush of sound, and you unintentionally drifted to sleep as he spoke. You only startled awake when his hand withdrew from yours. “Just… don’t say anything okay? I… don’t know how tonight’s going to go and… I’d like to hope that we’ll be able to talk about it in the morning.” He didn’t give you a chance to explain you hadn’t heard what he said, he stood and left as quickly as he could.

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You were still in the infirmary when everything went down. You almost wished Malfoy hadn’t pulled it off, just so that he wouldn’t feel guilty for the rest of his life. But then again, he’d be killing someone no matter what he did, the only difference is that one of you saw it coming, and the other didn’t care.

You weren’t scared when the doors to the infirmary burst open and Bellatrix Lestrange came storming in, followed by other death eaters. Including Malfoy. Your hair was still a deep dark blue as you watched them, you had nothing to fear for, so there was no reason to fear them. You were silent and your expression bored as the gang of people approached.

“And what have we got here.” She waved her wand at you as a gesture of who she was talking about. “What’s your name?” She looked at you intensely, you didn’t answer, only let your head roll to the side. “I said!” Bellatrix screamed, “What is your name?” You rolled your head back to look at her, your eyes tired and your emotion unchanging.

“What’s it matter? If you’re going to kill me just do it.” Draco looked between the two of you anxiously, worried that Bellatrix might hurt you. She tapped her wand on her chin and spun in a circle as she spoke;

“What to do, what to do.” She backed away from you pressing her tongue to her cheek, then she shot you a devious smile.

Originally posted by 01000101-r

“What do you think Draco? What shall I do to this… figure of… tainted blood.” She asked him as the rest of the group got busy trashing the building. The pale boy looked taken aback.

“Uh- I- Well,” He looked at you with a sorry expression, “She doesn’t fear death… so maybe… leave her to live would be torture enough?” His hands shook lightly, you watched as he gripped his wand tighter. She laughed out loud. 

“No.” She lifted her wand at you, “Avada-”

“-Expeliarmous” Everything happened in the blink of an eye, Bellatrix had made the decision to kill you, but Draco Malfoy had made the decision to save you. You don’t know which one made you happier.

Draco!” Bellatrix screamed, stomping her foot like a child. “What is wrong with you.” He shook his head and stepped between the two of you.

“I’m sorry Bella but I can’t let you do that.” He spoke softly. She looked between the two of you, before breaking out laughing.

“Oh!- Oh! Merlin!-” She choked out between fits of laughter and catching her breath. “The Draco Malfoy care’s for some half-blood filth?” She laughed louder before quieting down and thinking for another moment. “Oh wait… She’s not the one you’re-” Draco coughed loudly and stepped toward Bellatrix.

“Just leave her be.” His tone was deep and threatening, though she didn’t seem to care.

“Oh… wait a moment. I have a good idea! Quite a good idea indeed!” She skipped over to get her wand, and when she finally fetched it, she pointed it at Draco. She watched you as your hair turned black. “Oh! OH! OHHH! We have ourselves a Meta over here now?” Upon hearing those words Draco snapped his head to see you sitting straight up in bed wth pitch black hair and eyes. This was the first time he’d ever seen you scared.

“Don’t hurt him.” You were practically pleading since there was really nothing you could do about it, your wand had been lost in the lake. Bellatrix’s smile grew.

“Oh yes, now we can definitely have some fun.” Bellatrix cackled, “Sectumsempra!” Draco cried out in pain and fell to the ground. His white shirt began to stain with red blood. In a panic, you flew out of bed to his side, your hair turned blue again as you felt the distress of Draco in pain set over you. His pale skin seemed paler as he struggled to breathe and stared at the ceiling, blood draining from his body, getting all over you as you held his body close to yours. Bellatrix only laughed as she screamed and begged for her to stop. You didn’t have time to think before Bellatrix was casting another spell at you, knocking you out beside Draco on the floor.

The Truck

Originally posted by neaarty

Happy, happy birthday to my fellow smutketeer and #queenofdrabbles, @xerxia31​! Here’s a little story laced with angst and smut, liberally sprinkled with f-bombs and topped with a shitty red Corolla. Enjoy your day my lovely friend! I <3 you a whole bunch.

Rated M

The minute I heard the hum of Peeta’s new truck in the driveway, I was unimpressed. It was the first major purchase by either of us since we moved in together a few months ago, and I guess I’d just assumed we’d buy our next vehicle together. After all, both of our college cars are entering into their geriatric years. His Jeep wheezes and gasps up the hill toward our little house. Every bolt in my shitty red Corolla rattles the minute I turn the key.

He was barely out of the driver’s seat before he started going on and on about how useful it’s going to be and how much he’s going to save on Jeep repairs. He showed me the extended cab with the front bench seat and laughed about how I could snuggle up beside him.

I couldn’t enjoy his enthusiasm. I was too upset that he left me out of the decision-making. But since I’m the one to blame for that, I can’t complain.

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"you were the lilac blossoms of spring and i was the glistening, murderous lava, yet you still loved me" prompt based-ish on your header image ((it's so cool!! i can't tell what it is but it's so cool!!)

Endearment

“Smile!”

Seung-gil glanced up as a body draped over his back and a camera appeared in front of his face. He barely had a second to blink before the flash went off, blind him momentarily.

“Wǎan jai,” Phichit whined, “Why didn’t you smile?” His boyfriend of two years whined before getting off his back and appearing beside him with a pout and his phone inches from his face.

“What does that mean?” he questioned while bending down slightly to get a better look at the photo. He didn’t mind the photo, it was rather cute. Phichit on his back with an arm around his neck grinning wildly for the camera which he stared blankly at. He made a note to try and send it to himself next time Phichit was separated from his phone, maybe he would have the chance tonight if Phichit fall asleep before him.

“What? Wǎan jai?” Phichit repeated while closing the photo and slipping it away. He hummed softly in confirmation, earning a bright smile in response.

“It’s just an endearment. Nothing bad, promise!” Phichit said with a wink before leaning up on his toes to plant a kiss on his cheek.

“Endearment,” he mumbled while quickly grabbing Phichit’s hand before the tanned male could slip away.

“Yes, endearment. Use one on me,” Phichit gasped, looking up at him excitedly. He stared down at his boyfriend as a light blush covered his cheeks.

“You want me to use-“

“To use an endearment on me. Please!” Phichit begged. He stared down at his boyfriends face for a moment before gently squeezing Phichit’s hand.

“Yobo,” he said ever so softly.

“Again.” Phichit demanded, startling him.

“Yobo,” he repeated, clearly and a little louder this time.

“Again.” He raised an eyebrow, not understanding why Phichit wanted him to say it again.

“Chagiya,” he said instead, earning himself an excited look.

“Have I ever told you how much I love you speaking Korean?”

Seung-gil couldn’t help but snort and shake his head in amusement.

“Lilac,” he stated simply, earning a confused look from his boyfriend.

“That was in English?” Phichit said hesitantly, clearly not sure.

“Yes,” he hummed before pulling Phichit closer, “but you are my Lilac.”

“Why a lilac?” Phichit questioned while wrapping his only free arm around his neck, holding them closely together.

“You are my lilac blossom of spring,” he mumbled while pressing their foreheads together.

“Oh? And what are you?”

“Glistening, murderous lava,” he replied while letting his eyes slide closed.

“Huh?” Phichit mumbled, confusion clear in his tone.

“You are my lilac blossom of spring and I am the glistening, murderous lava. And yet, you still love me.” He mumbled, content to just stand there pressed against his boyfriend.

“Where did that come from, you dork?” Phichit chuckled before shoving him back a step, he opened his eyes just in time to watch Phichit grab his face in both hands and draw him into a deep kiss.

“But I love you too,” the words were mumbled against his lips and they tasted so sweet.

Fucking Gallagher

THIS IS PART II TO WHITE BOY.

 PART I: WHITE BOY 

Warning: CURSING, VIOLENCE, & ABUSE AND A HINT OF FLUFF C.G

A/N: ENJOY!

You opened the front door to make your way to school and just as you swing it open White Boy Carl was getting ready to knock on the door “Hey baby you ready for school?” He said gently wrapping his hands around your waist which caused you to stiffen up. Your brother wasn’t the only guy you worried about going back to jail. You squirmed out of him grasp.

“Okay look, I’m doing this for my brother so don’t think you can start playing this charm bullshit on me. I’m not your real girlfriend so fuck all the bitches you want because you’re not crawling into bed with me. Don’t touch me unless you see your ex around, don’t come pick me up at home or in school, I’ll find you. Don’t think I have some crush on you, I’m not these dumb bitches in school and since I’m doing you the favor you do as I say. Got it?” You said poking his chest with your finger “Alright little mama damn, you feisty. I like that in my woman.” He said licking his lips staring you up and down.

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All of You - Poe Dameron

Anonymous said:

Could you pretty pretty please write something with either Poe or Finn where the reader is insecure about their weight? I love all your writing, thanks!

I wrote this one with Poe because I feel I have more practice writing with him. (Sorry it’s short!)

Warnings : bad self-image regarding weight and size. (you’re all beauts!)

Originally posted by morefabthanfab

Times like these were the darkest. Lonely nights on the Resistance base, standing in front of the mirror in your sleeping quarters. You could judge your body in the reflection without fear of your boyfriend barging in. Poe had been sent out scouting and wouldn’t be back until tomorrow morning. So, you criticized every curve, dip, and roll you had. You pinched at parts that had layers of fat, watching in disgust as you became horribly aware of how big you were. Every inch added up to a wretched number that had worked it’s way into your thoughts. The small scale in your bathroom had introduced you to your new number, your weight. Now you couldn’t think of anything else.

There was a sudden knocking at your door, making you grab the nearest clothing and you threw it over yourself. It was one of Poe’s plain shirts, but it still smelled like him, matched with a pair of old shorts you had found in one of your drawers.

“Hold on,” you yelled as you quickly got dressed. You reached your hands up to your face and wiped. Your fingertips collected the tears that had fallen and you headed to the door. You pressed the panel and open the metal door. When it opened you let out a gasp.

“Hey there,” Poe said flirtatiously. “miss me?” You grabbed his arm, pulling him inside and held him against you. He let out a chuckle as he returned your embrace and he rested his face against the top of your head. “I missed you too,” he murmured, “so much I came back early.”

You pulled away from his chest, leaning up to capture his lips in yours. Your hand slid up to cup his jaw as Poe’s hands went to your waist. You were nearly chest to chest with him as your lips moved together; as if they had never been apart. Poe gently started to move you, so your back pressed up against the wall. His hands tapped your thighs, signaling that he wanted you to lift them. The normal gesture went ignored, as you pretended not to feel it. You couldn’t bare the thought of Poe not being able to lift you. Since he had been gone you had gained and you wanted to forget about it, at least just one night.

“Y/N,” he mumbled against your lips, but it wasn’t as a moan. He pulled away from you, his brown eyes peering at you face. “Are you okay, with this or?” His hand went to your face cupping it with a tenderness you had missed on his weeks away. You turned your head into his touch, your nose brushed against the pads of his fingers. He noticed your quick changed of behavior; going from passion to subdued in the matter of seconds.

“Talk to me, Y/N/N.” His pleas went unanswered for a little while, but his hand remained on your cheek. It stayed there until he felt tears streaming against your skin. Then he took you hand and sat you down on the edge of your bed. He got on his knees before you, looking up at you with those chocolate eyes that made you melt.

“What happened?” He asked, taking your hand in his. “Was it something I did? Did something happened while I was gone? Please just tell me babe.” You stared down at your joined hands, marveling at the feeling of his skin against yours. If you were honest with yourself, you were buying time and thinking of a lie to tell him. But his free hand went under your chin and gently lifted your face so you’d meet his eyes. What was left of your resolve broke in that instant.

“I just, I’m too big.” You murmured, feeling more tears escape your eyes. “There’s just too much me, too much fat and I can’t…my weight…” You trailed off, sniffling to hide your pain. You brought a hand up to your face to hide it, hoping beyond hope Poe wouldn’t move it. “I’m sorry, this isn’t what you probably wanted to come home to. Big sad me, crying to you while you’re probably exhausted.I’d understand if you want to leave now, or forever.” You sniffled some more, trying desperately to hide as much of yourself as you could.

But Poe wouldn’t let you. As you feared, he softly pulled your hand away from your face. You rested your hands in your lap as Poe rested his on your knees. He looked you in the eyes, hoping he was conveying a warm seriousness as he did.

“There can never, I mean never, be too much of you. It only gives me more to love and kiss, so how can that be bad?” He gave you a positive smile, which brightened your thoughts a little. “Nothing could ever break us apart,” he added, “insecurities like this is normal, and I will love you through them. Okay?” He looked up at you for confirmation.

“Okay,” you whispered. He smiled at you softly, leaning up on his knees to kiss your forehead. He reached over and grabbed a tissue for you, letting you wipe your eyes and blow your nose. After you cleaned yourself up, you felt his loving hands holding yours once more.

“I have loved you for so long Y/N, so some number on a scale can’t even match the heft of my love for you.” You smile at him softly, murmuring a quiet ‘thank you’. “Don’t thank me,” he responded, “it’s an honor to be with you, to be loved by you.” You blushed and moved over on the bed, making room for Poe to lay down. When he was settled you snuggled up to his side, his arm went under your head as a warm pillow.

“I love you Poe,” you whispered, drifting off to sleep. Poe smiled softly at your face, wishing that you would have a peaceful sleep.

“I love you, Y/N,” he replied. A smile bloomed on your lips before you fell completely under the hazy spell. Poe watched as your breathing evened out before speaking again, softer than before. “I love all of you.”

Favourites - Jordan Fisher x Reader

Here’s a fluffy one-shot to get you through waiting for Work Comes Home - Part 6 because I haven’t started that yet!


Request: could I request a jordan fisher fic since he is in the ham cast now??? I haven’t seen many jordan fics about. Something fluffy with maybe some smut would be great but whatever idea you have in mind is cool too :)

Word Count: 1040ish

Author’s Note: I didn’t write smut, mostly because I don’t know if I want to write it yet, so we’ll see. I hope you like it! But I agree, Jordan does need more love in the fandom. Also, I’m Canadian so some spelling will be different, we like the extra u’s, but my computer gets mad at me if I don’t add them. Like perfectionist too so I don’t like seeing the red lines on documents.

Warnings: Fluff, light swearing

Masterlist || Request


You were unpacking boxes in your new apartment, with your favourite soundtrack playing in the background. Your boyfriend and you had just moved to New York City and into an apartment together. You were starting school in the fall and Jordan decided to see if he could land any theatre gigs over the next few months.

As you unpacked, Sora was watching you dance around the room and rap terribly along to the lyrics of the Aaron Burr, Sir. You were addressing the pug as if they were Aaron Burr. You’d dance from the box grabbing an item and before placing it on the shelf. As you were rapping along, you turned around to find Jordan staring at you from the entry way, trying to contain his laughter.  

“Sora!” you addressed the dog, “Apparently, our audience doesn’t enjoy our performance.” You glared slightly at Jordan. “Such a shame, I was going to ask him to join our impromptu rendition. Guess we’ll just turn it off.”

As you reached for the speakers’ remote, you hand was grabbed by Jordan as he started singing the upcoming Lauren’s section.

“I’m John Laurens in the place to be! Two pints of Sam Adams, but I’m workin’ on three, uh!” he spun you around as he continued to rapping. Giggling, you rapped Lafayette’s next lines as you continued to dance in Jordan’s arms around the living room.

Before My Shot started playing, you both collapsed onto the couch in laughter. Sora immediately jumping into Jordan’s lap to join. As you turned the volume down on the music, Jordan glanced over at you and said, “You’re really bad at rapping.”

“Excuse me?” you replied, “Sorry for not being involved in theatre and the arts since I was a child.”

He leaned over has placed a kiss on your forehead, “Don’t worry, I like that you’re smarter than me, Miss Law student.” You watched his eyes flicker between yours.

“Good,” you replied, satisfied with his answer, “You better remember that.” He let out a burst of laughter as he stood up, he offered you his hand to help you up.

“Come on,” he said “I’ve got a surprise.” He dragged you up from the couch and out the door within minutes.

“Hurry up, Y/N!” Jordan yelled as he dragged you through Times Square by the hand.

“Where are we even going?” you replied with sigh.

He looked over his shoulder with a grin and a spark in his eyes you haven’t seen since he got the casting call for Grease: Live, “You’ll love it!”

You had been jogging slightly behind him for over 12 blocks now. You let go of his hand and stopped to catch your breath.

“Y/N! What -” he said as he turned back to you.

“Jordan,” you said in between breaths, “You know exercise and I have a delicate relationship. I just need to breath for a second.”

You soon found yourself being lifted over his shoulder, upside down and staring at Jordan’s bum. There are worse things to look at in the world.

“Jordan!” you screamed, “What are you doing?”

“Obviously, I’m carrying my girlfriend the rest of the way,” he replied, as if it was common knowledge.

You glanced around and saw a few people passing by staring at the odd scene he was making.

“Please just put me down,” you started, “I promise I’ll walk with as much enthusiasm as you want, but right now people are staring. Probably at the fact my ass is being paraded around Manhattan.”

“Let them stare!” he shouted, “Your butt is covered by clothing and besides I like your bum,” you felt his hand on your butt, “A lot. It’s one of my favourites.”

“Oh my god!” you yelled, a blush flooding your face, “Put me down right now!”

“Fine,” he said as he lowered you in front of him, keeping his hands around your waist.

“That was very uncalled for,” you said as you look up at him with your arms around his shoulders.

“Maybe, but neither of us was complaining about the view,” he said with a grin, as his hand wandered dangerously lower.

You rolled your eyes and leaned up brushing your lips against his. Your eyes closing as you enjoyed the touch of his lips against yours. You let him take over the kiss with more dominance.  As you pulled back needing to catch your break, you rested your forehead against his, noses brushing together.

“Tell me,” you whispered quietly, “Why was I dragged, then carried, out of my cozy apartment all the way to 46th Street?”

“Right!” he said, excitement rushing back into his eyes, he looked behind you quickly, “Okay, on the count of three turn around.”

He tucked a fallen tendril of hair behind your ear, “One.”

His thumb caressed your cheek, “Two.”

His other hand intertwined his fingers with yours, “Three.”

You turned around to see the Hamilton marquee, golden with its lights shining bright.

“Jordan…” you started cautiously, feeling his hand squeeze yours as you said his name. You looked over your shoulder to see him smiling and nodding.

Letting off a rambling of incoherent excitement, you jumped towards him wrapping your arms around his shoulders. He catches you and lifts you up, you instinctively wrap your legs around him. His hands somehow found their way to his favourite physical attribute on your body.

As you look down at his face, your hair creates a curtain around you both. Absentmindedly, you run your fingers through his hair, settling to gently stroke the curls at the nape of his neck. “I’m so proud of you,” you whisper, placing a soft kiss on his lips.

He lowered you back down, “I wanted to tell you in the apartment, but you were singing, and this seemed like a bigger reveal,” he said.

“Despite my ass literally being hauled out here,” you said with a grin, “I agree, this was much better. So, what part?!”

He laughed, “You’re going to love this,” he said. You started to bounce on the balls of your feet with excitement, “John Laurens and Philip Hamilton.”

Again, you couldn’t contain your excitement as you spun around quickly, before grabbing his face in both hands and placing a kiss on his lips.

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For the prompt things 21 with Phil? and number 21 and 19 with Dan?

19. I’m scared.” Dan

“I don’t think I can do it anymore Dan. I’m going to throw up. You know my makeup and hair look bad and I just don’t want you to have a mess of a girlfriend. Maybe you should just shoot a different video.” You were sitting beside Dan in a chair beside his desk in his room.He had just spent the last hour getting ready to shoot as he ran around the house grabbing things and plugging in things as you feel the panic creep into your thoughts.

After a year and a half of dating, Dan had decided it was time to let the world know that he was dating someone. You never actually planned on ever letting the whole world know that you were dating Dan. There was always rumours that Dan was dating someone. You did try your best to hide all of the little hints. There was the one time where you had left your pink socks by the bedroom door and they could be seen on Dan’s live show. There was one time where you were spotted in someone else’s vlog kissing Dan on his cheek. Some argued that you were whispering in his ear but you knew the truth.The latest one was the one that the both of you could no longer ignore. It was a picture of you and Dan waiting for the tube with you hanging off of his arm. That maybe could have been blown off as nothing. The problem was the next set of photos of you on the tube holding Dan’s hand as he kissed your knuckles. It was actually really adorable and you loved the sneaky photos. Except the fact that the internet blew up was a bit of a downer. You have pretty thick skin so the mean comments didn’t bother you. What bothered you and Dan was the fact that you didn’t get to chose when to let the world know about your relationship.

“Love it will be fine. We’re going to do some fun stupid relationship tags because it’s cheesy and a great way to introduce you.” You tried to give Dan a small smile to try and tell him you were fine and that you believed him. If you we’re being honest with yourself, however, you were thinking off all the possibilities. Would this affect your normal people job? Will people hate you? Worse would people not continue supporting Dan?

“I know but I’m scared.” Dan pulled the chair towards you as he sat down to hear you out.  “Please don’t stare at me like that with your stupid cute eye’s.” You put a hand to Dan’s cheek as you pushed his face away from you.

“I know love I am too.unfortunately, I don’t think we can just sweep this under the rug. I promise that we will have fun. No one is going to put down my girl.” You smiled when he called you his girl. The nervous flutters became the stupid lovely flutters.

“I have one request.” Dan smiled as he pulled his face closer to yours so the tip of your noses were almost touching.

“After we film this you are so bringing me to an ice cream.” You filled the space and placed a light kiss to his lips before pulling away quickly. “Also, this is the first and last  video I am ever doing on your channel again.”

“Deal! Now let’s get this over with while we still have your brave face on.”


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i think i wanna marry you (jane/kurt fanfic)

Summary: Three times Kurt asked Jane to marry him and one time he didn’t. A series of Jeller vignettes.

A/N: Some sweet moments for Jeller. This got pretty long and somehow got fluffier and fluffier as it went on, hopefully you won’t mind. Fountain scene in iii. loosely inspired by Sex and the City.

i.

She could feel his eyes on her as she walked across the bullpen to the desk of one of the junior analysts. His eyes were always on her these days, he barely let her move two feet without an offer of assistance or word of caution.

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I finished it!!! Please tell me what you guys think!

*Story contains nonfatal vore* 


The Flower

        Nettie stared at the flower, wide eyed in both disbelief and admiration. It was a beautiful specimen, petals a dusty gold lined with a pastel pink. It looked like a star, she thought, what they must look like up close. After that first moment of wonder however, the realization of what the flower meant hit her like a cement wall. She was to die today. Her breaths began to come short and fast, as the events of the incident unfolded again in her mind.

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        Night was beginning to creep up on Nettie as she wandered through the wood. She should have known better than to come exploring in the forest this late in the day; now she was hopelessly lost. Eyes wide and uncertain, she continued searching, hoping to find a way out. To her dismay, all she found was a tree she was sure she had passed several times before. With a groan of frustration, she threw herself down at its roots, the uneasy feeling in her chest beginning to grow. These woods weren’t safe at night for small humans like her. Her warm, auburn hair, closely cropped at her shoulders, and face full of freckles didn’t help with blending in.

        “Lost little mouse?” A voice behind her hissed. “It’s awfully late for a little snack like you to be out…alone.”

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Care Takers

Characters: Y/N Ackles (Reader), Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Misha Collins, Mark Sheppard, Rob Benedict, Richard Speight, Paige and Erin Ackles (reader and Jensen’s two year old twins - mentioned)

Pairing: Jensen x Wife!Reader

Warnings: gross behavior, snot, teasing co-stars, very light implied smut   

Wordcount: 1200ish

A/N: Silly little one shot inspired by Jensen letting Jared blow his nose on Jensen’s sleeve at BurCon 16.

Thanks to my sassy wonderful sissy @mysupernaturalfics for betaing this silliness for me.

NO HATE TOWARDS DANNEEL - I LOVE HER THIS IS FICTION. ASSUME SHE IS HAPPY WITH SOMEONE ELSE.

You all but ran off stage to the green room with Misha right behind you. You tried to kick him as he passed you. Pretending to be you, giggling like a schoolgirl and skipping, making fun of your excitement to see your husband again.

“Shut up Mish!” You laughed hitting his shoulder with your fist. “I haven’t seen him since last weekend dude.”

“Oh an entire week. How did you get through it,” Mark appeared, his voice laced with sarcasm making you pull a face of him as he joined you in your path towards the Green Room.

“How long have you been married for again? 4-5 years?” Misha smirked besides you making you pull a face at him.

“Almost 6,” you replied before making a dramatic sigh when the two men started laughing out loud. You put on your pretend angry face, but you knew they saw right through you. Your excitement were not easy to hide after all, since your husband was only a door away from you now.

“You know what! You two suck!” You pouted when they continued laughing at you. You pushed the door to the green room open and all annoyance instantly left your body with the sight of your husband. He was standing with his back against you talking to Rob, Rich and Jared.

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Wanted - Jungkook scenario (fluffy/angst/slight smut) - Part 4

Originally posted by pjmjjk

PART 1 / PART 2 / Part 3

A/N: Send me your thoughts on this! Thank youuu ^^ Enjoy!


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: Jungkook x You ft. Jimin & Taehyung
Genre: angst, fluffy, smutish
Warnings: badboy, cussing, mature
Word count: 2950


It was too many calls and messages and just no reply. You never wanted this to end this way. You actually started to like Taehyung. You really did. He makes you forget about Jungkook, that he even exists.

You can’t lose such a sweet and kind person in your life. Why, why even you were doing that.
You want Taehyung back.
Want to feel his hands on your body, his lips on yours. See his smile and look at those eyes that you just can’t get enough of.

“Tae It’s me… Again… Please pick up or call me. Please” you said and stared down at your phone.

You felt so upset.
You didn’t answer Jungkook’s messages. Only left them on read. You wanted him to know that you didn’t lose the game. It only began. It’s not gonna be that easy to win.

In school it wasn’t that exciting anymore. You weren’t looking forward to going there. It was, quiet.
No one running around, shouting, looking for something. It seemed too peaceful to be true.
Rose was with Troy most of the time. They are working on their relationship to be better, they also have been arguing these days over little things that don’t even matter.
You were alone.

You saw Jungkook here and there, he was too calm. Not doing anything special, not even looking at girls. Which was surprising.
Taehyung was with him, they didn’t talk. Taehyung was serious most of the time, he looked really pissed off and you know why. Because of you.
Jimin was the sunshine, always smiling and joking around. Soon as he’s with them two his smile fades away, he becomes serious too. Even though you know he wants to have fun, but he can’t because they are ruining it.

Each day, it was raining. It was affecting the mood, everything.
It was slowly killing you that Taehyung is still not answering, replying.

Jungkook wondered why you never replied. Did he hurt your feelings? Are you angry at him?
Did you actually started to like Taehyung and he made you guys fight.
He wasn’t sure of anything, but one thing he did notice you looking at Taehyung with such guilt and it made him question some stuff.

Maybe it was really a game to you make him jealous, but actually gained feelings for another person and now you actually don’t give a slight fuck about him.
What if actually he maybe or should have just started smoothly. Friends. Just friends and see what it leads to. But you would always keep turning him on and make him think of fucking you and nothing else. That’s a problem, problem is him.
He needs to work on himself.

There’s no way in hell you will even talk to him after everything you guys been through.
But he will try.
Maybe you really are worth knowing, having as a friend.

“YAH JUNGKOOK!” Jungkook snaps out of his thoughts, and quickly looks up at Jimin
“Jesus fucking Christ, Taehyung is having a fight!” Jimin shouts and Jungkook’s eyes go wide and he stands up quickly running with Jimin to outside.

“He’s fighting in the God damn rain?!” Jungkook said and they run up to Taehyung and one guy.

Taehyung was on top the guy, punching him over and over in his face.
Jungkook grabs Taehyung’s waist and starts to pull him off.
“Let go of me!” Taehyung shouted trying to get Jungkook away
Jimin hops in to help, to hold Taehyung.
“The fuck is your problem?!” Jungkook shouts in his face and Taehyung smiles

The guy stands up, standing, staring into Taehyung.
“What happened?” Jimin walked up to the guy
“There’s been tension between us for a while. I am Y/N’s ex. So…?” guy laughs
“What were you saying to him? Why did you do this?” Jimin asked
“No I didn’t start it. I mean we met couple weeks ago. And they were together then, like not together together. I already then told him I bet he wouldn’t fuck her, yet Jungkook did when he didn’t even knew her. AND guess what? Taehyung didn’t ever fuck her” guy laughed harder
Jungkook looks away from the guy at Taehyung’s face.
“Because of a girl? Because of that bullshit?” he asks
“At least I had feelings when you didn’t” Taehyung said coldly and pushes Jungkook away slowly, wiping off the blood on corner of his mouth.
“Taehyung-“ Jungkook puts his hand on Taehyung’s shoulder but Taehyung just moves it away and walks back into the school

“Well at least there wasn’t big of a crowd” Jimin sighs
“Let’s go inside” Jungkook said

All of the clothes was wet, their hair, everything.
Taehyung was walking down the hallway, towards the boys bathroom. You were standing near and saw his face having bloody cuts, his fits red.
It was just your mind “go”. So you did and walked up to him.
“Taehyung what happened?” you asked standing in front of him
He just looks at you and walks pass, still walking towards the bathroom. You take a deep breath and follow him.

“Tae! Please” you said and he shuts the door in front of your face.

You roll your eyes and just walk into the boys bathroom, luckily no one was there except him.
He was washing his hands and his face.
“Taehyung…” you slowly walk up to him
He looks at you in the review of the mirror.
“What happened to you?” you kept looking at his face, his eyes who don’t want to meet yours.
“I am TALKING to you” you raise your voice feeling annoyed, forming your hands in your fists

Slowly his dark eyes look up at you. His hands rested on the sink.
“Fight. A fight, nothing else.” He spoke
“Why did you have a fight?”
“Because of the person saying some stuff about you” his eyes move away from yours and he starts walking pass you but you put your hand on his chest, stopping him.
“Me? You fought because of me?”
“TALK to me Taehyung PLEASE.” You added looking at him
“WHY? Why you want me to talk to you? Obviously I was a fucking toy to you. Go and fuck with Jungkook since that’s all you want.” Taehyung raised your voice at you, staring at your eyes
“I don’t want him. I want you!” you raised your voice at him too and just stopped for a moment, getting everything through your mind, what you said.

Taehyung kept looking at you. He was actually surprised to hear that coming from your mouth.
He felt your hand slowly fall off his chest.
“I’m sorry… I really am for everything I’ve done. And how I made you feel.” You look up and quickly get out of the bathroom.
“Do you think… I mean I can forgive you, but I’ll never forget what you done.” He said quietly
“Taehyung, please. I regret what I done. I just wanted him to be jealous, but I know he never was. And while being with you I felt so relaxed and happy. I had such a fucking good time.”
He shaked his head.
“Just don’t tell me you didn’t feel the same?” you stared at him
He licks his lips and looks up at you.
“No.”
You felt like your heart is breaking.
“You’re lying. I know you’re lying!” you shout and push him, walking out of the bathroom.
You put your hand over your mouth, not believing everything you said, what he said.
“Y/N!” you hear Rose’s voice but you just wave your hand and walk away.
You felt tears building up in your eyes, but didn’t want to cry.
You walk outside and sit on the bench right next to the door. You kept listening and looking at the rain falling down.
Jungkook notices you sitting down.
“You have to do this.” He said to himself and walks out
You look at him and quickly wipe off your tears.
“What do you want?” you kept looking forwards
“Are you crying? Why are you crying?” Jungkook sits next to you
“I am not” you laughed and take a breath
“I can actually see that you are, you know?”
“Just, why would I tell you anything? What do you want?!” you look at his face
“Woah chill. I just asked.” He throws his hands in the air
“Just tell me what you want and get the fuck away from me.” You sigh
“I know this is fucking stupid and you will laugh, but… Can we start off again? As friends?” Jungkook was actually nervous to let this sentence out.
You stop and look at him.
“Are you fucking serious?” you laughed
Jungkook sighs and rolls his eyes
“See I knew you will laugh.”
“It’s so fucking funny. I can’t believe Jeon Jungkook wants to be friends with a GIRL” you said
“I am serious though.” Jungkook had a straight face
Your smile fades from your face and you two kept on looking at each other.
“You only doing this, so as friends we can go more and you can get me more easily” you said
“What?! No. Are you fucking kidding me?” Jungkook turns more towards you.
“I am. NOT. Going to be like I was” he points at himself
You smiled and shaked your head
“Y/N. Trust me for once”
“I had a bad day, so I really don’t want to talk” you said
“Can you please leave now”
“Y/N-“
“Do it for me. Okay?” you look at him and he slowly nods his head and stands up walking inside again





Unknown number, 5:01PM: You never told me if we are friends or nah
You, 5:01PM: I can’t talk right now.
Unknown number, 5:01PM: I know you’re lying but that is an answer too, so…
You, 5:02PM: Jungkook, come on
Unknown, 5:02PM: It’s fine, I know what I done, how was I towards you. It’s just who I am so. At least gave a try.

You changed the number to his name.

You, 5:02PM: I need time
Jungfuckingook, 5:03PM: Take as much as you need. Peace.

You sigh and turn off your phone. You layed on your bed, hearing the rain still pouring form the sky. You were getting sick of it. You loved rain, but just the sound of it and when you’re inside your room, just it feels calm.

“Y/N!” you heard your mom calling
You stand up and open the door
“WHAT?” you shout but there was no reply
“Ugh” you hated when you answer and she doesn’t say anything and then you have to walk downstairs and see what she wants.
You walk down the stairs and stop Taehyung standing near the front door. He looks up at you.
“A boy says he’s your friend.” Your mom took car keys
“I am going to the store” she added
“Bye” you said and she closes the front door.

You look back at Taehyung.
“What-I- I actually don’t know what to say” you said
“I did lie.” He spoke looking at you
“No matter how much I try, I can’t forget or deny what I am feeling and how I felt when we were well a thing? You would call it?” he smiles looking down
“You.. Um mean it?” you step closer to him
“Yes” he licks his lips
Two of you looked at each other, both of you just walked towards each other and he cupped your face kissing your lips passionately.
Two of you smiled pulling away. He held his forehead against yours and kept looking down at your lips, his thumb runs across your lips.
“I never thought I’ll feel this way” he said quietly
You smiled biting your lip and kissing him again. He slowly pushed you against the wall, not breaking the kiss.
His hands travelling down on your hips, then down behind your thighs, lifting you up. You laughed and kissed him again.
His lips softly were pressed against your neck. You threw your head back, closing your eyes.

You wrap your legs around his waist and your arms were locked around his neck. Taehyung slowly carried you upstairs to your room.
Soon after you were laid down on your bed. Taehyung kissed you more and more passionately.
Your hands tugged on the bottom of his T-shirt, he quickly sat up and took it off, throwing his shirt on the floor.
Taehyung’s hands tugged on your shirt now, sitting you and slipping the shirt off of you.
His eyes travel down your body.
“Jesus you are too damn beautiful” you two lock eyes and his lips find yours again.
Taehyung was so gentle and sweet towards you. His lips touch skin of your neck, leaving marks all over.
His hands travelled down your pants, he sits up again, looking up at you.
“Why did you stop?” you asked
“I didn’t even ask-“
“Taehyung” you smiled and sit up, your face being close to him
“I want you so fucking bad” you whisper to his ear and kiss his jawline
Taehyung licks his lips and smiles, unbuttoning your pants and pulling them off along with your panties.
“Damn baby” he said and leans towards you, kissing your lips again
His hand travelled down your body, his fingers massaging your wet folds, making you let a soft moan.
Not taking long he slipped two fingers inside you, pumping in and out slowly, teasing you a bit.
“Tae-“ you stuttered
He smiled and started to go faster. Your head fell back and a loud moan escaped your lips. It felt so damn good.
“Fuck I need you” you manage to say
Taehyung’s fingers stilled and slowly removed themselves from you. He came on top of you kissing you again. His tongue explored your mouth. It was too damn good. You never wanted him to stop.
His head goes between your legs again. His lips kissing your thighs and suddenly his tongue flattens against you. As his tongue starts circling against you, your hands gripped on a pillow tightly.
His lips wrapped around your sensitive bud, sucking hard. You screamed his name out. You weaved your hands into his hair, tugging roughly. His fingers slip inside of you again, curling his fingers inside you.
“Oh fuckk…” you moan loudly

He was too good. Actually great.
You twitch as he removes his fingers from you again.
Taehyung quickly takes his jacket, getting a condom out of it.
“Wow, you expected this” you laugh
“He’s always in the pocket if something happens” he laughs

Taehyung takes off his boxers and two of you look at each other and you just couldn’t help but smile.
He rolled it on and lines himself up with you.
He looks up at you once more and you nod your head. He began to push himself in you, you bit your lip, closing your eyes. Taehyung started with small thrusts, making you let moans out.
After short amount of time, he sped up, increasing the length of his thrust.
“Fuck.” He groaned
Taehyung’s head fell on your shoulder, he kept speeding up.
Slurs of swear words and names were sent flying of both of your mouths.

“Fuck, Y/N. You’re so tight” Taehyung breathes out
You hooked your legs around his waist. You felt a sweet, hot burn that made you tingle.
“Fuck yes” you choked out
You could hear the sounds of skin slapping skin.

After a few more thrusts you came un done around him moaning out his name. your wall tightened around him and soon after Taehyung joined you.
You could feel how his thrusts are slowing down. Two of you rode out your orgasms. Soon after Taehyung pulled out of you.

Everything was silent, all you could hear is heavy breathing coming out of your mouths.
Taehyung looks at you and kisses you one more time before falling to the side.
You smiled and looked over at him.
“Like fuck yes” he laughed
“Y/N I AM HOME!” you hear your mom shout
“Oh shit” you both said and quickly cleaned up the mess and got dressed

You open the door and peek if your mom is coming up.
“She’s not near” you said and turn around seeing Taehyung falling on the floor while pulling up his pants
You laughed.
“Well bravo for me” he laughs and pulls them on

Taehyung walks up to you and kisses your lips.
“I don’t want to leave” he whispers
“And you don’t have to” you look up at him
“I just want to say, sorry for-“
“You don’t have to apologize for anything, It’s all my fault.” You cut him off
“I got all of your messages and calls.” He laughed
“By that I saw you really are sorry” he added

“I have to go now. I’ll see you tomorrow” he said and you wrap your arms around his waist hugging him.
“Hey you didn’t put on your shirt” you laugh
“Right” he smiled and quickly took the shirt off the floor, putting it on, taking his jacket





Tae, 8:36PM: hey so like in case there is any confusion
Tae, 8:36PM: you’re fucking mine.


Taehyung leaves his phone and looks at Jungkook.
“So where you been?” he asked
“Nowhere” Taehyung said
“Yeah right. Come on. Let me hear something funny in a while from you” Jungkook leans back on the couch
“Funny? You know what’s funny, I just fucked Y/N. She’s mine now” Taehyung smirks
Jungkook’s eyes go wider, he starts to be nervous in a way.
“What? No way” he tried
“Yeah, she feels so fuckinggg good man” Taehyung smiled

Jungkook licks his lips. He felt something. He felt jealously.

RainFall New Character Line-Up

What’s Up Dersha Fam!!!!! I’ve been gone for a minute but I’m baaaaack!!!!!! Better than ever and RAINFALL’S BACK IN PRODUCTION!!!! I know it’s been YEARS since I talked or posted about it, had a lot of things going on but since then I have changed up a few things for the story including new and old characters being put into play. With that being said, chapter 2 will be posted fairly soon but until then I figured I give you guys a refresher and some background about the characters before chapter 2 comes and trust me when I say, you’re in for a treat!!!! Hope the character description helps you hold on longer and be sure to read until the end of the post…there’s a little surprise at the end. *smirks* 

1. 

Ahsha Hayes-Roman, 32, ex-wife of Derek Roman, mother to Faith and Ava Roman, new director of the devil girls dance team

2.

Derek Lance Roman, 34, ex-husband of Ahsha Hayes, father to Faith and Ava Roman, owner of the devil’s team and arena

 3. 

Faith Angel Renee Roman, 17, daughter of Ahsha and Derek, oldest sister to Ava Roman

4. 

Ava Hope Olivia Roman, 11, youngest daughter of Derek and Ahsha, little sister of Faith

5. 

Carter Darryl Ross, 18, transfer student from Chicago, potential love interest of Faith Roman

6. 

Terrence Evan Wall, 33, best-friend and business partner to Derek Roman, god-father to Faith and Ava Roman, husband to Jelena, Head coach of the devils basketball team, father to Jaceon junior

7. 

Kyle Jane Hart, 30, secretary to Derek Roman and captain of the devil girls dance team, best-friend to Ahsha, god-mother to Faith and Ava Roman

 8. 

Jelena Leah Wall, 32, wife to Terrence, mother to Jaceon junior, former Devil girls captain, friend to Ahsha, aunt to Faith and Ava Roman, CEO of JWall clothing and lingerie

 9. 

Trey Harrington, 17, boyfriend of Faith Roman and childhood best-friend to Alicia Rose

10. 

Kiyah Givens, 11, childhood-best-friend to Ava Roman

 11. 

Alicia Rose, 17, best-friend to Faith Roman, childhood best-friend of Trey

12. 

Nicole Skye Harris, 28, real estate agent, girlfriend to Derek Roman

Now that you’ve gotten to know the characters a little more, here’s a sneak peek into chapter 2…

“I was a devil girl when we met over a decade ago, I know what’s it’s like to be in that position. I have the drive, the skill and the leadership to do it. My own mother was the first Devil girl to dance on that floor. You can’t say you don’t agree”

“I don’t argue on this but it’s going to kinda hard for you to commit while you live and work in Atlanta?”

“I’m moving back”

She stated matter of factly. Derek was in a state of shock, he did not see that coming, at all.

“You didn’t mention this when we were on the phone earlier”

“You didn’t listen long enough for me to tell you” She looks up at him now, making her way to sit in the chair.

“Do the girls know?”

“Not yet, but I was hoping that if, you actually granted this role to me as director then it would help with my explanation for moving back. You are always the one saying I need to spend more time with the girls, right? This is a solution to that. We work together and, find a way to co-parent living in the same quarters, amicably”

Derek leans back in his chair as he started to think on this scenario. He knows she had a point but he wasn’t sure if he was read to be around her again all the time. Even still, maybe it will be an option.

“Well, the girls don’t even know you’re here yet, and I need time to think it over, and talk to Kyle. So, how about you come over for dinner tonight? I’m sure the girls would like that. We’ll go from there”

“Really?”

“Yes” He responded.

“Okay, we’ll do it your way then” She sarcastically remarked.

“As if you had a choice” Tapping his pen nervously on the table. Ahsha sighed under her breath, her head hanging low.

“Take it or leave it”

“Okay fine, I’ll come over tonight then to see the girls and we can…see what happens next”

“Great”

“Great” The woman repeats. The room fell silent for the estranged lovers. Tension was high right now.

“Well uh” Clearing his throat.

“I’ve got a lot of paperwork to do and a few phone calls to make before I have to pick up the girls so, you can let yourself out”

“Ok, sure” She stands up and makes her way towards the door as it appears, there was nothing else left to say. As she inched closer to the door, Derek called out and said to her, “Ahsha?” She turns her head fast, her attention fully on him.

“Yeah?”

“Dinners at 7, and…. it’s good to see you”

“Thanks”

“Ok” They were in agreeance. After that, she finally walked out, closing the door behind her. Soon as there was no sight of her, he threw his pen on his desk and took long deep breaths back and forth trying to make sense of what just happened. That chapter of his life had been written two years ago, so he thought, clearly there was some unfinished business with the ex-love of his life and it was finally coming to ahead.

Jordan High School

It was passing time during the day and Faith took this time to review what she had left to do for the day. The California sun glowed on her complexion as she sat on top of a table in the courtyard writing in her notebook, waiting for Alicia to come out of her meeting with her mates from hip-hop dancing class. Alicia always had dreams of being a professional dancer and being in the spotlight was her thing just like studies was Faith’s. Her grades didn’t match up with her dance moves but she managed to get by even though she spent most of her time with her boy-toy Morris. Faith kept her eyes in her notebooks as her phone vibrated under, with a text from Alicia.

Meeting went on kinda late, be there in ten’

She read the message then put away her phone and directed her attention back to her notebook. She always seemed to get lost in her own thoughts while writing. Far as she was concerned, nobody else in the world existed except her pen, herself and the notebook. Little did the 17-year old know, she had eyes on her. The stranger watching her from across the yard slowly started to walk up.

“Deep in thought huh?” Faith looks up at the stranger who she now sees is the new student from her class, then looks back down at her notebook as she gives him a repressed look.

“Yeah and you’re interrupting my thought process”

“Oh, you don’t mind, do you? I was hoping you wouldn’t” The new kid begins to flirt with her.

“Actually I do mind” Not making eye-contact.

“Really? Cuz it didn’t seem that way when you were staring me down in the classroom”

“Staring you down? Oh, please” Her eyes rolled all the way back to her head. This little boy was pushing it.

“You was baby-girl”

“Yeah, you wish I was”

“Not likely, that’s all you” He smirked, and not the least discreet about it. She closes her notebook out of frustration and annoyance by his comments.

“I don’t even know you!”

“Whoa take it easy, I was just messing around”

“Well obviously, I’m not liking it very much” Faith begins to push her belongings in her backpack preparing to leave until he imprisoned her wrist, stopping her.

“Wait a second, I’m sorry, I was just joking with you, honestly. I meant no harm. How bout we start over? I’m the new transfer student here, Carter” He tries to save face while stretching his hand out for her catch it. She hesitated, were talking about the guy who managed to irritate her in a short period. Maybe she misjudged though. She received his hand, shaking it.

“Faith”

“Faith as in Faith Roman?”

“You tell me” She challenged his thought. He grins back at her effort.

“You’re the daughter of Derek Roman and Ahsha Hayes”

“Well aren’t you a smart cookie, how do you know this anyway?”

“Some might say I’ve done my research” Shrugging his shoulders hiding his hands in his jean pockets. Faith gives off a shocked face in a joking manner crossing arms.

“Is that right? Alright expert I’ll play along. What else do you know?” Carter chuckled at her question and was ready with an answer until an uninvited guest came and blocked their conversation.

“Yo man, you lost or something?”

“Not really, just having a friendly conversation with this pretty girl right here”

“Good for you, but that pretty girl is my girlfriend so why don’t you find someone else to push up on” Faith’s boyfriend voices.

“Trey stop we were just talking”

“Yea Trey relax we were just talking” Mocking him. 

“My dude don’t address me or my girl”

“That supposed to scare me off? Let me be clear about somethin playboy” Carter starts, while walking closer, so close that their noses almost touched. Carter was in his personal space.

“Nobody was trying to push up on your girl as you so eloquently put it but if I was, trust me you’d know, and I don’t hit and miss”

That’s all for now folks!!!! Chapter 2 coming soon..get ready!