that deer in headlights look

The Ice King's Queen (part 3)

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“Bellamy,” Avie called out as she entered the tent and rolled her eyes at the girl who’d just exited the tent. Bellamy was pulling a tee shirt over his head and she had stopped for a moment, feeling like she’d invaded his privacy.

“Don’t look so deer in headlights, you’ve seen me shirtless before,” he smirked at her and she fake gagged.

“Don’t remind me,” she joked and he almost felt as if it were old times. “I came to talk to you about some food supplies. I’ve been studying some of the plant life and I’m pretty sure I’ve found some beneficial plants that can broaden our food supply here in camp but I can’t care it all. I was wondering if one of your guys could come with me?”

“Avie,” Bellamy tried but the girl interrupted him, adjusting her cap.

“It’s not too far away, maybe a mile or two and we’d be back way before sundown,” she explained quickly. She was going whether he approved or not but she needed help caring the vegetation.

“Avie,” Bellamy tried again and stepped forward to grasp her hands that she hadn’t realized she squeezed tightly together. “You can take Miller with you, relax,” he insisted and she sighed in relief.

“Thanks, I appreciate it,” she nodded and moved out of his grasp.

“Wait, can we talk for a moment?” he asked quietly, searching her eyes for any sign that she was the girl he’d known from the Ark and not this new vocal and loud leader that she’d become in camp. She was reasonable and unbiased. She took the right side but always listened equally to all parties before giving her advice. She’d become someone who everyone looked to, whether Bellamy’s goons or those who stood behind Clarke.

She paused for a moment before pulling off her cap to run a hand through her sweaty, unwashed hair. “Alright.” He sat on his makeshift bed and patted the seat next to him but she shook her head, the image of the girl that had walked out of his tent coming back to her; and then the other girls she’d seen lurking by his tent. “I’ll stand.”

“I just-,” he tries to begin but the words get stuck in his throat. He’d thought of what he’d say to her when the time came- if the time came. He wasn’t sure he’d ever see her again until he’d gotten the offer to get on the dropship and go after his sister, and her if she weren’t already dead. “No one would tell me what happened. One second you and I are getting hauled off for questioning and the next, I’m simply being demoted to Janitor Duty,” he expressed, his hands frantic as he spoke.

“I took care of it,” Avie whispered without meeting his eyes.

“You-,” he stares at her in confusion, “What?”

“I took care of it,” she repeated a little stronger this time. “Simple as that.” She turned to leave him, the uncontrollable emotion ready to pour out of her and she wasn’t ready to give it. Wasn’t ready to be vulnerable around him again. Avie had been locked up for too long accepting that she had given her life for him to have a chance and here he was, a completely different person.

“What did you do?” he asked as he stood up and she stared right back at him, unafraid of his tone of anger toward her.

“What did you do Bellamy? How did you come down here? I know for a fact you weren’t arrested,” she shot back and before he could reply, Clarke burst through the tent flaps, holding a cloth wrapped up. She began to talk, explaining that Wells was missing, that Jasper and Octavia had found his fingers next to a knife. Strictly interrupting the conversation but Avie was grateful.

“This knife was made of metal from the dropship,” Avie observed as she picked up the knife from off the table and examined it.

“What does that mean?” Octavia asked as she audibly gulped, grasping Jasper’s arm.

“It means the Grounders didn’t kill Wells. It was one of us,” Clarke explained with her eyes glazing over. Bellamy stepped forward to grab the knife from Avie, their fingers grazed.

“We need to keep it quiet,” he said, immediately stepping infront of Clarke as she rushed toward the outside of the tent.

“Get out of my way, Bellamy.”

“Clarke, be smart about this. Look at what we’ve achieved… the wall, the patrols. Like it or not, thinking the Grounders killed Wells is good for us.” He couldn’t be serious, Avie thought to herself and shook her head, pushing him away from Clarke lightly.

“Oh, good for you, you mean. What… keep people afraid and they’ll work for you? Is that it?” Avie asked condescendingly as she looked up at him. His face held a calm and tight look, his lips pressed toward as his nostrils flared. “Clarke’s right, the people deserve to know what’s happening among them, you can’t keep this private for your own personal gain.”

“Yeah. That’s it. But it’s good for all of us. Fear of the Grounders is building that wall. And besides, what are you gonna do… just walk out there and ask the killer to step forward? You don’t even know whose knife that is.”

“Oh, really? J.M. John Murphy,” Clarke read before you pushed Bellamy back and both of you exited the tent. Clarke reached Murphy first, accusing him of killing Wells. Things spiraled out of control quickly and the two young women both turned to glance at everyone as they all chanted to float Murphy.

“That’s not the answer, justice is the answer but it is not an eye for an eye,” Avie yelled out and stepped infront of Murphy to defend him but a few people yanked her away from him and pushed her into the mud.

“Stay out of this,” one yelled and kicked her square in the jaw. Her face fell in the mud, pulsating in pain. She lifted her head groggily as she felt arms wrap around her. Jasper and Monty helped her up as the group threw Murphy down a hill. Avie spit out a mixture of mud and blood before the three took off toward where everyone had gone. She gasped as Murphy was held up by a rope, shielding her face in Monty’s chest when they chanted Bellamy’s name to kick the stool out from under the boy.

“Bellamy, don’t do this,” she yelled over the chants and he looked at her, conflicted.

“I saw you with Atom, you are not a killer,” Clarke pleaded with him, her hands pressed to his chest.

“You both wanted this, give the people what they want, right?” he stated and with a hurt expression stepped forward and against Murphy’s pleading and begging, kicked the stool out from under him. Muddy tears streamed down Avie’s face as she cried out, watching his body swing helplessly back and forth from the rope. “Stop this, Murphy didn’t kill Wells,” a young girl screamed out and all attention turned to her. “I did.”

“Oh my god,” Avie gasped and reached for an axe that had been tossed to the ground, hoisting it in the air to cut the rope. Murphy collapsed and she rushed forward to pull the harnesses from his neck, skin raw and red underneath. “I’m so sorry,” she mumbled as he gasped out for air. They shared a glance for a moment and he allowed her to help him stand. By the time she’d turned around, Clarke, Finn and Bellamy along with the girl were gone.

Monty came forward and wrapped an arm around her, Jasper coming to her other side. “Come on Av,” Monty mumbled. “Let’s get your face cleaned up.

Later that night, when Bellamy and the rest of them had made it back to camp, Avie was asleep by the fire, head resting on Monty’s shoulders as Jasper attempted to braid her hair. She awoke to the noisy footsteps and turned to glance at the sullen looks on their faces: the young girl and Murphy nowhere to be found.

Bellamy caught sight of Avie’s face in the glow of the campfire light and nodded to his tent before disappearing inside it. Avie pushed off her two guy friends and thanked them for their help. Unfortunately, her jawline held a giant purple bruise and her lip had been split open. She had been so shaken up from the scene that unfolded that she’d yet to change from her muddied clothes and as she entered Bellamy’s tent, she became hyperaware of her appearance.

“Where’s Murphy? And the girl?”

“Charlotte,” he grumbled, “her name was Charlotte.” Was. The verb hung in the air like a pinpoint making it clear that a timeline had ended. She nodded her head repeatedly, trying to grasp the concept. Was.

“How are you feeling?” he asked suddenly and she again became aware of how her appearance looked.

“I feel I should be asking you that question,” she replied, hands draped tightly at her sides as she looked down to her dusty boots then back to his brown and tired eyes. His curls were matted to his forehead from the sweat of the long day’s events.

“Can you just,” he took a step back, “I know there is so much between us that’s been left unsaid and it feels like we’re eons away from one another but-,” he fell back on his makeshift bed. “Can you just stay for tonight? I’ll have a tent ready for you to move into tomorrow but for tonight-,” his voice cracked and suddenly, she was 16 again. Watching him break down about his mother and his sister who lived under the floor. Break down about how helpless he felt.

“Just like old times?”

“Like old times,” his shoulders were slumped and he looked defeated. But the look he gave her reminded her of home again, of simple times in a not so simple situation. She thought she saw a glimpse of her Bellamy again.

can you imagine kara going home as supergirl and she’s just so tired and lena’s there making dinner or something and she just mindlessly leans in for a kiss and lena kisses back and then 10 minutes later kara’s like f UCK

Havin an emotional disability be like

-Never cries for the right reasons (like when someone dies IRL)

-Crying buckets when a fictional character dies

-Resting blank face (no emotion, eyes often glazed over)

-Having intense feelings and consequently trying to play any violent reactions off as a joke

-Having no feelings at all. You don’t even know what feelings are. Emotions? You don’t know them.

-“How are you?” “Uhhhh… Fine?” You actually don’t know if you’re fine or not. You don’t know what emotion you’re currently feeling. You were pretty sure you were okay until you were put on the spot. In the awkward silence that follows, you know you’ve fucked up so badly the embarrassment physically hurts.

-Pretending to care about something that isn’t your special interest so your friends don’t leave you.

-Your voice is also monotone unless you get excited.

-Being constantly overwhelmed by everything and having a short fuse and snappish tone with everyone and feeling guilty immediately. It’s not anybody’s fault, and you’re not mad at them, but now they think you are. You immediately shut down.

-Your sense of humor is warped by time on the internet and how few neurons fire in reaction to what normal people consider to be funny.

-You look like a deer in the headlights when you’re being yelled at. You don’t know why this person is mad at you and all your energy and concentration is going towards trying to figure out why, hence the blank look on your face.

-Staring into space for hours. You look like your soul has left your body in favor of the Astral Plane.

-Being a big fan of the feeling of nostalgia bc it’s the only feeling that hurts in a nice way.

-Enjoying angst bc it’s better to feel intense emotional pain than nothing at all.

-Am I depressed or is my disability acting up?

No, Wait, You Got it All Wrong

You know what there’s not enough of? Canon compliant future fic where Stiles is a cop and he runs into Derek again. What’s that you say? There’s a ton of that?? Yes, true, but NOT ENOUGH.

“…. so then he says, ‘No, Officer, I swear to God this is the first time I’ve ever smoked up! I’ve never been in trouble with the law in my life! And I say, Billy, my man, you’ve been in trouble with me personally twice this month.” Stiles snorts at the memory. “Kid was so fucking high.”

Amanda must be halfway past tipsy, because she laughs uproariously into her beer at the mediocre punchline.

Stiles smiles. He’s satisfied with her reaction, with the warm murmur of the bar, with the buzz he’s got going… with just about everything, actually. After tonight, he’s looking at two full days off before he’s back on the beat, and the night’s still young. He leans back in his chair and takes a pull of his beer, savoring it.

Amanda glances towards the bar, probably considering a fourth round, and then visibly perks up as something near the front catches her eye.

“Oooh, Stiles,” she croons. “Look over at the door, like, just glance over.” She’s adjusted her gaze down at the table now, faking casual disinterest. Badly.

Stiles raises his eyebrows at her.

“This dude just walked in, he’s so your type,” she hisses. “C’mon, look! I’m telling you, six feet two inches of ‘yes, please, give it to me’ muscles, with some salt-and-pepper scruff icing. Unff.”

“Eh,” Stiles says, tipping his weight forward to hunch over the table. It’s not that he isn’t interested, exactly, but this is a cop bar and he doesn’t want to shit where he eats. Metaphorically.

“No, really,” Amanda insists. “He's… oh my God, he’s looking over here. He’s looking at you. Oh my God, Stiles, he’s coming over here!”

“No, he isn’t,” Stiles scoffs. He’s filled out a bit from high school and he’s finally competent at styling his hair, but he’s not that hot. Only Amanda’s sitting straight like a rod, eyes fixed on a point behind him that’s about where a six foot two man’s eyes would be.


He turns then, shooting to his feet before his brain’s quite caught up, because that voice is familiar like the back of his own hand.

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But I Love You

Peter Parker x Reader

Request:  Hey do you think that you can write a peter Parker x reader where the reader and peter are friends and goes under some anesthesia after some sort of surgery. After the surgery peter say some really fluffy things to the reader while she records it. (anon)

really hope you liked the request

tags: @parkerbpete @rosaetum @ladysnowren @lunastarwatcher

word count: 2,739 (i can’t seem to write short fics)

Originally posted by tomhollandisdaddy

“You sure you’re not in any pain Peter? I can always go get the nurse if you want,” your voice filled with worry as your best friend was getting prepped for his cast for his broken arm.

“No, I’m fine (Y/N), I can feel it working. My arm doesn’t even hurt that much,” trying to calm you down.

“You sure?” still wanting to make sure he was ok.

Peter nodded, squeezing your hand slowly calming you down. You both waited till the nurse would roll you into the room where they would take x rays and apply his cast.

“Are you sure you don’t want Aunt May in here instead?” your hand interlacing with his.

“No, don’t think she would be able to handle this,” trying his hardest to not show how much of an effect your touch was having on him.

Peter was starting to think that maybe Ned would have been a better choice, because he couldn’t he wasn’t sure he could trust himself once the anesthesia kicks in. He’s seen the videos of people admitting some personal secrets, and last thing he wanted was to admit his love for you, since he wasn’t sure it would cause problems between you two.

You and Peter had been best friends since 6th grade, somewhere along the way you had stolen his heart, but this point he would have willingly given it to you. Simple touches made his face heat up, warm smiles made his breath stop; you holding his hand made his heart explode, everything about you just sent his body on overdrive.

“Thanks (y/n),” you don’t know how much you mean to me. That’s what he wanted to admit but he doubted that he ever could, because he would be sure to get tongue tied in the process.

“I’d do anything for you Peter,” your smile lightening up your face that instantly made his heart pound against his chest.  

It had to be illegal to be that adorable, and what’s worse is you had no clue how much of an effect you had on him. He could hear Ned’s voice in the back of his head, telling him to admit his feelings for you. He would always refuse stating that he needed to find the right moment to tell you.

“(y/n), there’s something that I should tell you…,” feeling like this was the best moment to tell you.

You nodded, seeing a slight change in his attitude.


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Jughead and Archie tryin’ to get support from Betty and Veronica in their arguments but they both got ‘deer-in-the-headlights’ looks in return xD. Love when the Riverdale Core Four calls each other by their nicknames ~ the girls did it previously, it’s the boys turn now.

the blue notebooks

time travel au

pairing: jimin | reader
genre: fluff, angst
word count: 8.575
warnings: none
author’s note: this story will have a sequel since there is much, much more I want to tell, but I wanted to keep it under 10k and I figured this part worked well as a standalone. please enjoy :)

You meet Park Jimin after a particularly rough landing.

You wish time traveling was as easy as the books like to describe, or as beautifully romantic as the movies depict. It is a concept that’s been overly embroidered with advantages that do not exist — and even if normal humans see it as a fortuitous skill, one they long to have, they rarely realize that having a normal life is out of the question for your kind. Even so, there is no point in wishing for something that won’t happen in this lifetime, not with the time traveling genes burning strong within your veins.

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Here's what happened II
  • *Otayuri in Russia*
  • Yuri: Okay where do you want to sit?
  • Beka: I don't care you pick...
  • Yuri: UGH Beka come on your visiting at least choose something!
  • Beka: Okay *points* over there.
  • Yuri: See that wasn't so hard!
  • *later*
  • Yuri: Didn't you have a new mix or something you wanted to play for me?
  • Beka: Oh yeah here let me pull it up on my phone!
  • Yuri: UGH! I forgot my earbuds...
  • Beka: Don't worry I have mine~
  • *later*
  • Viktor: Ahhh where could our little boy be???
  • Yuuri: Viktor we are supposed to be grocery shopping. I doubt Yurio wants to see us anyways he left in kind of a rush...
  • Viktor: Did you see how he was dressed?! No cat print, so fancy, our son is with someone and we have to find out who!!!
  • Yuuri: Okay just because he dressed up nicely for one doesn't mean-
  • Yuuri: Whaaaaaat??? No way... See look I think it's Otabek...
  • Yuuri: Ugh we have been over this a million times we KNOW Otabek. He would NEVER hurt Yurio. Awe they look so cute together...
  • Yuuri: Better idea!!! Why don't we just casually walk by and act real suprised to see them and you don't try and kill Otabek! Mmmkay?
  • Viktor: They are really close together....
  • Yuuri: Viktor!
  • Viktor: Fine...
  • *Viktuuri casually walks by Otayuri who don't notice them*
  • *Beka panics and and stands up*
  • Yuri: What the hell are you idiots doing here?
  • Yuuri: Oh we were just in the neighborhood and decided to say hi! Hey Otabek no need to look like a deer in the headlights~
  • Yuri: Ugh can you two leave??? We were kind of in the middle of something...
  • Yuuri: Of course! We'll let you guys finish this d- this little outing of yours~
  • Yuuri: This was supposed to be casual Viktor. You gave me a heart attack when you yelled at them...
a tiny bit jealous

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Prompt: Reader has been friends with Peter since forever, and has been in love with him even longer

Requested by: n/a

Warnings: sadness, slight self-consciousness 

Word count: 2,018

Notes: There! Will! Be! A! Part! Two! Message me if you want to be tagged in it! Writing this gave me major feels you don’t even know.

Part two

Originally posted by tom-is-bae

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Love can be a miracle, darling

Pairings: Harry x reader in the beginning, Draco x reader in the end

Word count: 2281

Requested: Hey, can you write a Harry Potter x Reader where they have been dating for a while but the reader caught Harry cheating on her with Cho and they have a huge fight. After that, she keeps crying and Draco tries to cheer her up and they kiss. Pleaseeeee <3 by @partyiinthedungeons

A/N: I hope you like it and sorry for posting it so late. I did my best to finish it today because of my full schedule. Sorry for the mistakes because i am sure there are and let me now what you think ♥ 

Originally posted by crystelgreene

Being Harry Potter’s girlfriend had it advantages and disadvantages. The good part was the loyal friends you got by your side and the bad…well the bad are the slytherins always trying to offend you somehow. Well, they were mostly hostage toward Harry not me but the fact I was ready to kill everybody who had said something bad about him was enough for a way the others to mockery him.

But besides the bad attitude we got in fifth year, I was more than happy to be with him. Half of the school thought he was a liar, a boy wanting an attention and I were just a chick using him to become famous and so on. However, Harry never paid so much attention to those words but I did. I tried not to but it was hurting to hear such lies. Harry was so nice to stay hours after curfew to calm me down, to say he loved me and that’s all that mattered. He even said that if I wanted we would break up so he could see my smile again. I, of course, punched him slightly always exclaiming that he was much more important than some stupid students.  

We were going to Hogsmeade on dates, drinking butterbeers, shopping at Zonko’s, we basically tried everything there for such a short period. I did my best to stay focused when helping him with his homework but usually ended making out on the sofa in the common room. That led to an angry Hermione who didn’t skip an opportunity to remind us we were falling behind with it. But let’s come to the present where the interesting part is.

Today was just an ordinary Saturday. We had finally finished another rough week. Early in the morning I woke up and after dressing up, I headed towards the library. There was an hour till breakfast so I decided to spend it while searching information for Snape’s essay.

“Hey (Y/N)! Why are you awake so early?”, Hermione’s voice ranged through the empty library.

“I just want to get something done. I don’t want to fall and spending time with Harry isn’t helping me.”, smiling I sat down next to her.

“You managed to find the truth! Only for that I will lend you my notes, but don’t tell the boys.”, we both laughed and after promising I would not each one of us continued her work.

“If we don’t hurry we will miss the breakfast. Come on.”, I packed my things and with my friend we exited the room going straight to the Great Hall.

There weren’t a lot of people but our boys were already on the Gryffindor table. Harry was reading something while Ron was eating…a lot, as usual. A smirked appeared on my face as I went to my boyfriend as quiet as I could. He was facing me with his back so I used this opportunity to cover his eyes, well specifically his glasses. The boy jumped due to being surprised. His hands left the newspaper and touched mine trying to identify the person messing with him.

“(Y/n)!”, my boyfriend exclaimed seconds later and turned around to face me. There was a smile on his face which caused me to smile, too. I sat down next to him placing a kiss on his cheek.

“Don’t tell me you are still reading those lies.”, I took the newspaper from his hands but Hermione did the same to me, making the research instead of us.

“Well, you were late, so we had to take it.”

“You two are disgusting.”, Ron noted as he continued to eat.

“You will be too when you find a girl, oh my pardon, if you find a girl.”, Hermione retorted as she closed the paper and put it in her back.

We all laughed while Ron gave Granger a dead look.

“What are we doing tonight?”, although it seemed as an ordinary question, it wasn’t. Since some weeks, we were training spells in out secret group, or so called D.A.

“We have a studying session at 8 pm. as always (Y/n), how can you forget about it?”

“Oh, sorry Harry but when I see you I forget everything.”, we usually played this game of being so in love only to make no suspicions but we did enjoyed it, it always amused us.

After we finished our lunch we went to the lake. The weather was fantastic and neither one of us wanted to spend the whole day locked in the castle. We sat down next to a tree trying to stay in its shadow and began doing our homework. I can’t say we desired to do it but there was a trip to Hogsmeade tomorrow and I didn’t want to miss it because of stupid two meters long essays. Harry and Ron were complaining instead of working, Hermione used her energy to quarrel with Ron while I and Harry laughed at their ‘family problems’. The time was passing by and soon dinner came. After we were done, we agreed to go to the Required room separated so Umbridge won’t be able to catch us.

“What are you going to teach me today, Mr. Potter?”, I teased my boyfriend as we were heading towards our wanted direction.

“Someone is eager for knowledge? You should spend less time with Hermione.”

“Oh, shut up!”, I punched him slightly and laughed, “You are just jealous that I’m coping with school, while you might be failing.”

“That huts. That’s it! You made me cry, what kind of a girlfriend are you?”

“Come here and let me kiss you, you’ll feel better.”, leaning closer we shared a kiss that would had definitely turned out in a heated one if it wasn’t somebody’s cough to make us separate.

“Hey there lovebirds! You can continue that later, we have a work now.”, Fred Weasley smirked and entered the Required room. We followed his actions.

This time Harry showed us some others spells. I was with Neville who surprisingly was doing much better than me. I was doing well to be honest, practicing with Ginny, Ron, Harry, but maybe like 30 minutes later I didn’t fail to notice something. Cho Chang, a ravenclaw girl Harry used to like in his fourth year, was now watching my boyfriend carefully, trying to get his attention. That made me mad and that’s why I got hit my Neville’s spell that paralyzed me for a moment.

“I hit her, I did it!”, Neville screamed at top of his lungs happily, “Sorry (Y/n).” He then came closer and helped me stand.

“No problems. I am happy you did it, Neville.”, he was so happy that I couldn’t tell him I wasn’t paying enough attention to block the spell.

No matter what I did afterwards was, to put it mildly, horrible. I tried to practice but my eyes were glancing and Cho and Harry. I knew he was helping her but I didn’t like she was doing poor just for his attention. Harry was observing everybody and when he saw my actions he came closer and gave Neville time for a rest.

“What’s going on? Are you okay?”, I could read the care in his eyes and it made me feel a little better. Besides everything Harry was with me, not with her.

“I’m fine now.”

“If you wanted to train with me you could have just asked.”

Till the end of the lesson I was actually getting more and more capable of using the new spells. Deep inside me I felt pleasure to show Cho I was better that her. When the ‘class’ was over we were heading out by three. I wanted to stay and help Harry to clean but he refused, telling I’d better go and rest. I listened to him and left the room with Hermione and a tall Hufflepuff boy. We were already on the stairs when I realized I had forgotten my barrette.

“Wait for me, I’ll be back in a minute.”, after notifying Hermione I ran upstairs.

The door was slightly open. Cursing the stupid people who left it that way I entered the room but stopped where I was. My eyes widen when I saw Harry and Cho kissing in front of me. She had put one of her hands on his face, while Harry had placed his hands on her both sides. My eyes were filled with tears by now.

“How could you?”, was the only thing my mouth let out. I felt a strange feeling in my throat, not letting me to breathe or talk anymore. Harry and Cho jumped away from each other, both looking at me as a deer looking at the headlights coming towards her.

“(Y/n), I-”


I exited the room and ran in some direction not caring where I was going. Suddenly I felt somebody grabbing my hand and spinning me around. It was Harry with his messy hair and sad face.

“Stop.”, he said softly.

“Let me go, please. Let me go!”, I managed to find my voice again and screamed at him.

“It’s not what it seems.”

“Oh, really? Because it seems you still love Cho and was messing with me the whole time!”, he didn’t know what to say, he did try but nothing came out, “Have you ever loved me, Harry? Have you?”

“Of course I have, I still do.”

“Do not lie to me! Do not!”, licking his lips, the boy was about to talk but I interrupted him, “I cannot believe you used me like this.”

“I-I didn’t, I-”

“Are you sure because stuttering like this now shows me I am right.”, I bit my lips trying to prevent the others tears to roll down my face, “Look at me, look at my eyes and say you did not use me to forget Cho or to fucking make her jealous! Look at me for god’s sake and say it!”

But the boy was still looking at his feet ashamed.

“I loved you, Harry. Everything I have ever said was true. I showed you my feelings, I gave you my heart…and for what? To be your little toy!? To be the girl you would go to if Cho didn’t like you back?! To be the second option?! Fuck you Harry!”, I screamed at his face, spun around on my heels and attempted to get away from him.

“No, (Y/n), wait!”

“Don’t you dare touch me again or call me, Potter. Don’t you dare!”, this time my voice was low, almost calmly but I felt how he trembled from it. I didn’t mean to threaten him but his presence was no longer wanted around me.  

After minutes of walking I ended in the Astronomy tower. I sat down and let myself cry out all the pain inside me. How could he do this to me? I believed him when everybody thought he was a liar, I was beside him every time he was bullied…and what did I get? A knife in the back! As I was sobbing a voice spoke beside me.

“I see there are troubles in heaven, huh?”

“What do you want Draco? I am not in the mood for your stupid jokes”, but as soon as I turned to face him, his expression changed. With some steps he came next to me and kneeled down.

“Hey, hey. I’m sorry, I didn’t think it was that serious.”, he spoke with a soft and caring voice, something I’d never thought I would hear from him.

“Don’t act as you care.”

“I do care if you haven’t noticed, darling.”

Looking at him, especially at his eyes, some moments ran through my mind. He had always been good to me, never saying bad about me, helping me in Potions, not gloating when I fail… For the first time I felt I could tell him what happened, what I was feeling and he would care about it. All those small details were showing something deeper and complicated to be explained.

“I-Ha-Harry cheated on m-me.”, saying those words out made me sob again. Draco wrapped his hand around me, getting me closer for a hug.

“Hey, look at me.”, with his forefinger he lifted my chin up so now I was facing him, “He doesn’t deserve your tears.” He remover some of them, “He doesn’t deserve your love. You have to stand up, smile and show him what he has missed. Show him you are happier without him. You are the one who deserves better – somebody who would do anything for you, and by anything I really mean anything. You are so kind, funny, just amazing. I cannot explain it but each time I see you, my mood changes. I become more gleeful just because of hearing your voice, laugh or seeing the spark of joy in your eyes. You deserve somebody that can make you feel the same way you make me feel… ”

Without thinking I leaned closer and connected our lips. The kiss was salty due to my tears but was enough to make me feel butterflies in my stomach. I didn’t feel it only with my body; I felt it with my soul. It warmed me up, made me feel loved. That kiss wasn’t like the kisses I’d shared with Harry. It was kind of passionate but showing things that could hardly be explained even from the hand of a skillful poet. It was something not to read about but to feel it.

“I’ve never thought you could be showing such emotions.”

“Love makes miracles with everybody, darling.”, he smiled and leaned for another kiss.  

The Five Times You See Bucky Barnes Shirtless

Word Count: 3,408

Warnings: Slight smut.

A/N: Another re-post! :D 

The first time you see Bucky Barnes without his shirt, you almost drop the steaming mug of coffee you’re bringing into the lab. Tony has him sitting back on an examination chair and Bucky smiles at you before his face contorts in confusion. Your eyes are wide and you look like the literal personification of a deer in headlights.

“Hey, Y/N, are you okay?” he asks.

You nod, gulping thickly and adopting a nonchalant façade. You send him a smile. “Tony tinkering with your arm? Be careful with him, Barnes.”

He chuckles as Tony directs a glare at you before he looks down at your feet.

“Did you just drop half of your coffee on my pristine floors?” Tony asks, absolutely scandalized.

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Welp, There Goes Nothing ~Freaky February~ (K.P)

Prompt: Kai going on you for the first time, countless times.

Pairing: Kai x Reader

Word Count: 500

Warning: Overstimulation?

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Despite the fact that Dean’s ankle is still tender and his ribs are still bruised, not even Sam can keep him from hobbling across the Bunker when he finds out Cas is washing the Impala. 

“The car was filthy, Sam! How’s he gonna know to hose her down before spreading all the crap and dirt on her and scratching her paint?!?”

“It’ll be fine, Dean—”

“Oh my god, Samantha, go braid your hair, I actually have no interest in seeing your face right now. Fuck off.”

Still, when Dean barges into the garage, nothing prepares him for what he sees. 

Cas has blasted the tape Dean gave him eons ago, opened the garage door and is bopping his head along to the music as he soaps up the hood of the Impala. The basketball shorts he’s wearing have been rolled up until his crotch, there are soap suds on his cheek, and his soaked shirt has been thrown across the side of his covered Thunderbird motorcycle. He’s got two day-old stubble and his muscle flex. He’s so so so kind to his Baby, mouth moving under the music like he’s talking to her while he’s washing.

“Hey, Cas!”

And Cas looks up like a deer in headlights, caught like a kid with his hand in a cookie jar, and his face turns cherry red and Dean can’t feel his chest and then he’s hobbling forward, determined until he reaches his sweet-dumb-ridiculous-no-longer-an-angel and kisses the freaking life out of him. 

When he pulls away, Castiel’s eyes are still closed and his brows are almost at his hairline. “…Am I in trouble?” Cas asks quietly. As they flutter open, Dean has the insane thought that he never wants to look away from the blue of those irises. 

Dean swallows and shakes his head in response to the question. He kisses him again. 

anonymous asked:

this is unrelated to anything at all but there is a genre of sheith from an outsider's perspective that i adore

it sounds like what you’re saying is “i want 2k of matt’s pov of shiro and keith’s first meeting, and i want it to be sheer agony.”

anyway this was supposed to be for @otasucc but now it’s for everyone! here’s the first installment of the worst thing i’ve ever written.

Dear Katie,

I witnessed a tragedy today.


They’re the only two in the Garrison gym when the kid walks in.

Matt is reading on one of the suspiciously sticky benches by the door, supposedly spotting for Shiro who’s busy dead lifting some ridiculous amount of weight for god knows what reason. It’s not like sitting in a cockpit requires you to be shredded, but if he’s dumb enough to actively seek out pain, Matt’s not going to let him go it alone. At least if he accidentally traps himself under a weight, Matt will be there to laugh.

They’re an hour into it when the doors slide open. It’s after curfew and Shiro has special permission to use the gym, so visitors aren’t exactly common. The kid looks normal at first, if unfamiliar. He’s out of uniform and dressed down in clothes that are almost aggressively plain, but he's—pretty, even at a passing glance.

The kid gets two steps into the room before he realizes it’s not empty.

Matt is watching, so Matt can pinpoint the exact moment the kid’s life falls apart—the exact moment all of their lives fall apart.


And Katie, I’m not joking, he took one look at Shiro and his heart stopped. Right there in front of me. I thought I was going to have to do CPR.


The kid’s eyes settle on Shiro, where he’s busy being sweaty and gross, and go shock-wide.

It’s like his primary motor function ceases for a second. He stumbles, almost, almost catches his feet, but his momentum carries him forward, right over the glorified Bowflex that no one’s seen anyone but Iverson use, and down he goes.

It’s… tragic.

He doesn’t fall so much as crash face first right into the floor and the small heap of single-hand dumbbells piled there. He gives a little, pained cry, the sound drawing Shiro’s attention. The kid has solid reflexes; he’s up almost as soon as he’s down, but the damage is done.

And he doesn’t notice his foot is hooked under one of the dumbbells.

He tries to take a step and stumbles again—Shiro and Matt both put out a hand like they can stop his second fall by sheer force of will, but by some fluke, by some stroke of luck, by the grace of some angel, he doesn’t fall.

It’s a pure accident. Matt can tell by the surprise on his face. The kid’s hands land just right, and his momentum is just enough that he turns it into the most haphazard somersault Matt’s ever seen in his entire life. It’s not smooth by any definition, but it’s maybe a little impressive.

He stands and dusts himself off, looks in the general direction of the wall over Shiro’s shoulder, face already as red as is possible for a human, and says, “I’m fine. It was—parkour.”

He’s dead serious.

Matt feels his mouth fall open. For a second he thinks he’s misheard, because it’s the most flagrant lie he’s ever heard in his life, and the most bizarre. He glances at Shiro, hoping they can share a raised eyebrow and a get a load of this kid look, but Shiro isn’t looking at him.

Shiro is staring at the kid, open-mouthed, and there’s not a trace of humor in it.

“Parkour?” Shiro asks, managing to sound fascinated.

“Yeah.” The kid brushes the bangs out of his eyes, suave-like. “Parkour.”


Katie. This kid has never done parkour in his life. He wouldn’t know parkour if it did a back flip off a building and suplexed him in an alley.

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Bad Intentions (M)

Originally posted by bb-marklee

Part 1 of 2

Rated (M) for mature content, sexual scenes

Vampire Taeyong x Vampire Reader

Genre: college au, jealous vampire Taeyong, smut (in part 2)

Length: 5.6k

Summary: Jung Jaehyun was the epitome of everything you wanted… or so you thought

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warnings: lowkey sub!seb, oral (f/m recieving), me ruining another weeknd song, a little bit more of shy!seb bc yes that needs to be a warning, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, people!), needy!seb

note: song mentioned is often by the weeknd. you all asked for part two so here it is! hopefully this lives up to expectations! I DIDN’T KNOW HOW TO END THIS SO I APOLGIZE FOR THAT


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My Accidental Alpha

Summary: You never expected to have an Alpha, it never really featured in your life plan. Yet here you are, with your best friend’s claim on your neck for all to see. Trying to figure out where to go from here, however, proves to be a bigger challenge than it should be.
: Alpha!DeanxOmega!Reader
: 2362
: A/B/O Dynamics. Smut. 
AN: This is a continuation of this Drabble that I wrote forever ago! I’m not sure how happy I am with how it turned out, but hey-ho… it is what it is!
Constructive Criticism Welcome!!!


You took advantage of the brief lull in your heat to groggily drag yourself out of bed and towards the Bunker’s kitchen, disregarding your clothes considering you hadn’t bothered with them in almost three days since you started your heat started and the boys retreated to a local motel. The usually cold corridors and floors felt blissful on your heated skin, sending chilled tingles up your feet as you walked.

It seemed to take an awfully long time to get there, but you soon found yourself in front of the sink, glass in hand, waiting for the running water to go cold.

You had no idea then that Dean was right around the corner, hastily making his way to the kitchen where he’d left his laptop, his head down and face screwed up in concentration as he fought to ignore your scent. You had no idea that, when you turned to head back towards your room, you’d walk right into him, letting the glass fall to the floor and smash as Dean’s hands closed around your arms to stop you from falling backwards. No idea that, shortly after that encounter, Dean would have you pinned beneath him, writhing as you chanted his name, his face in your neck, just moments before he’d sink his teeth in and lay his claim on you.

No… all you needed was a glass of water. You never realised something so simple would throw your life in a completely new direction.

Dean didn’t come back.

Instead, you got another text from him about 3 hours later saying that, while the two of you had been… occupied, Sam had confirmed that the mysterious deaths in Ohio that they’d been looking into were, in fact, their kind of thing, and that they’d set off straight from the motel. Needing to look into the cases more was the reason he’d needed his laptop in the first place.

Of course, he hadn’t told Sam exactly what he’d been doing that night, but, apparently, the younger Winchester just assumed he took off to a bar after thinking better of going into the Bunker while you were still there.

…Oh, how wrong he’d been.

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