there were just little bits here and there

“is that my flannel?” - bughead

“hey betty, have you seen my shirt?” jughead called, ruffling through the coopers’ laundry. since betty’s, and contractually, alice’s discovery of jughead’s homelessness, alice had invited (pressured, was a better word, he thought,) to do his laundry at their house. jughead was a messy eater, half his shirts were stained with unidentifiable food stains. and frankly, alice was not having it.


(A/N: this is actually an otp prompt request (number 7 on this list,) but it went beyond a little ficlet/drabble so I posted it separately. also this is me just being trash for the fact that alice approves of jughead which I love)

warnings: pretty much nothing

“um, hi mrs. c. is betty here?” jughead hadn’t seen Betty all day, and he was a bit worried.

“betty is with cheryl blossom’s cheerleading squad today and for the next two hours. she called a surprise practice.” alice had said, emerging from her office to open the bright red door. her mother had answered the door rather than her. he froze on the spot, feeling her eyes look him up and down, judgingly. suddenly, jughead felt hyper-conscious of the fact that his symbolic ‘s’ shirt had a food stain he tried (and failed to) cover with his denim, fleece lined jacket. she clicked her tongue twice in disappointment.

(in his defence, he was down to his last two or three shirts. Betty had taken all the flannels, and as much as he found it sexy, he needed his clothes. but she clearly had no intention of returning them.)

he noted that certain traits betty definitely got from her mom, like her blond hair and eyes, although alice’s eyes were more like two pieces of pale blue-green ice, and Betty’s were wide and soft and welcoming. she had her mom’s assertion too, every phrase uttered by the older cooper woman had a bit of bite, something of an edge. and even jughead, a boy who had faced it all, felt more like an animal being stalked by it’s prey than a boy meeting his girlfriend’s mother.

“no boy involved with my daughter will carry himself in such a state,” she had said. jughead hung his head in shame. it’s not like he liked it either. hell if he had to be homeless, he’d rather not look homeless. alice motioned for him to step inside, and he did, aware of every step, looking down to avoid chafing the perfect floors of the cooper household. he slipped his boots off.

“uh, i’m sorry?” it came out more as a question than a statement of apology.

“wait here. jug-head.” she still said his name as though it was two words. he hadn’t had the courage to correct her yet. alice disappeared upstairs, leaving jughead in the foyer of the home that was far nicer than any other place he’d ever lived. it essentially had the same setup as archie’s house, but much more feminine. where they had a kitchen island, they had a dining table with a frilled table cover, other small details he noticed were different.

just as his eyes trailed to the molding, out of pure boredom, alice returned from the upper level, holding a plain white t-shirt.

“I will wash your clothes for you. Betty says you’re writing a novel?” 
“yeah,” he said, sheepishly. he knew betty’s mom wrote for a living, and he felt lesser for it. he couldn’t help but treat writing like a hobby despite the fact that he wanted so badly to make a living off of it some day. 

“you may write your novel here, but please respect the silence,” alice said, as she flashed him an ~almost~ smile. he couldn’t help but wonder, why was she being so nice? “bathroom is the second door to your left.” jughead, still hanging his head, walked into the bathroom to change. “thank you,” he said, closing the door behind him.

he quickly shed his jacket and peeled off the ‘s’ shirt, dropping it to the ground, but he was far more careful removing his beanie, setting it on the ledge of the sink. jughead put on the loose white tee. hal cooper’s shirt was far too big on jughead, almost 3 sizes so. it was hard to tell under all the layers, but he was a tall, skinny, lanky boy with only a fair bit of muscle. the shirt’s neck hung quite low, exposing his faintly defined pecs from working construction an odd day or another with archie and his father.

huh. maybe I look okay. he thought to himself, before slipping his beanie back on his head, hiding his raven curls from the world yet again. he felt more secure as he re-emerged into the hallway, walking gingerly toward the living room. alice was waiting for him, it seemed she had set the laptop he walked in with on their polished coffee table. she took his clothes from him.

“the wash cycle will take approximately an hour. the dryer should take about that long. betty will be home by then. i need to head out, jug-head,” he cringed a bit, but continued to listen intently. “i would appreciate it if you would walk her home and keep her company until i return.” he smiled at her and numbed something along the lines of sure, and sorry to cause you any trouble.

“it’s no trouble at all,” alice said, pressing ‘on’ on the machine, slipping on a pair of heels that could not at all have been comfortable, left a house key on the hook, and walked out, shutting the door behind her quite forcefully.

the solitude of the house was quite nice. albeit it felt strange without betty’s presence, he felt himself feel almost at home, as he turned on some music and got to work. however, an itching part of his conscious served to remind him that he was in a beautiful well kept home where he so blatantly didn’t belong.

it was 5:00, and jughead was suddenly reminded it would probably be nice of him to walk betty home. while he was sure it wasn’t necessary, she was a strong girl, confident, and could definitely take care of herself. but Alice had directed him to do so, and two hours in her house without her there had him itching to see her. he slipped his combat boots back on, and grabbed the house key, locking the door behind him as he walked out of the pristine household. there was a skip in his step as he made his way to riverdale high to see his juliet again.

“hey b, where’s the shirt from? haven’t seen that one before.” veronica called, with a whistle, as she looked betty up and down. the cheerleading practice had just come to an end, and Betty wanted nothing more than a peaceful night with jughead.

as though mom would allow such a thing, she scoffed to herself.

“aw, is it jughead’s?” she cooed. betty nodded, and looked down with a blush. she had brought jughead’s flannel to change into after practice because she was missing him. it smelled like him too, like smoke, deodorant, and some unique male scent that was his own. just the smell did all sorts of things to her overly sensitive hormones, but a locker room with veronica, and cheryl a short few feet away was not the time to think of such things.

on a less intimate note, she quite liked wearing it, because it was almost like walking around wearing one of his hugs, as silly as it sounded, it calmed her frayed nerves and helped her stay grounded. she’d rather that than to dig her nails in her palms as a stress response. and it made her feel attractive. in fact, the cheerleading practice seemed to be helping her shape up quite a lot, and she felt quite confident in her body. for once. that was new.

cheryl gave her the side eye, and betty packed her cheer uniform into her duffel bag, and slung it over her shoulder with a goodbye to veronica. she walked out of the school, and checked her phone for the time.

“hey!” her eyes widened as jughead stood there waiting for her. “I was told by a certain mother that I was to escort you to the cooper household and keep you company until she returns,” he said sarcastically.

“when did that happen? you talked to my mom?” she said, somewhat incredulously.

“yeah. I spent the past 2 hours in your house.” he said, as she gave him a somewhat skeptical look.
“huh. my mom invited you in?” he nodded.

he put his arm around her as they walked home, as he fingered the material of her shirt collar. it felt strangely familiar? jughead peeled his eyes away from his beautiful girlfriend and “wait, betts, is that my flannel?”

“yeah.” she smiled. he couldn’t help but smile back. the thought of her wearing his clothes, something about it was so undeniably attractive. but he was reminded of the embarrassing scene with Alice cooper earlier.

“betty, you do realize your resident homeless teen is going to need his clothes back, right? you can’t keep wearing them all the time.”
“but you said you liked it,” she said, feigning innocence. “you said it was hot,” she purred almost seductively. betty felt desirable, as jughead’s hand moved from her shoulder to around her waist. she was thankful for the exercise cheer practice had been lately.

he couldn’t take it any more, her teasing. he was all the more anxious to get home, trying to ignore the erotic images that seemed to stem from his male conscious.

jughead leaned closer to her, and the couple instinctively leaned in to press their lips together in a short kiss, while lost lasting long, it had left them both breathless and craving more. especially with betty wearing that goddamn shirt.

“let’s go home,” betty whispered in his ear. and with those 3 words, jughead and betty’s hands locked together as they raced the rest of the way back.


please send me your bughead prompts, or numbers from the otp list linked earlier! my ask is here!

Deep Ass Starters.
  • Sometimes it's hard to get in depth with your muse and their backstory, because you can't figure out how to bring those things up with others. Here are a couple of starters intended to make things a little more personal!
  • "What's holding you back?"
  • "I'm not comfortable with this conversation."
  • "Will you /ever/ be comfortable with this conversation?"
  • "Let me in sometime!"
  • "It's not that easy, you know."
  • "Help me understand."
  • "It's hard to connect with someone when all they do is push you away."
  • "Why are you always so cold?"
  • "Why are you always so happy?"
  • "Are you really happy now?"
  • "Who hurt you this badly to make you this way?!"
  • "What, did your ex mess you up that badly?!"
  • "Why do you keep fighting it any time you feel?"
  • "It's a problem, I get it."
  • "This is all kinds of messed up."
  • "That's not exactly a good coping method."
  • "So what happened, with your parents, really?"
  • "What was your childhood like?"
  • "Everyone has at lest a little bit of mommy/daddy issues. It's nothing to be ashamed of."
  • "My parents aren't exactly perfect models, either."
  • "You were bullied? What for?"
  • "Was it hard? Coming out, I mean."
  • "You can't just run away all the time."
  • "You can't just hide all the time."
  • "Are you still thinking about them?"
  • "I'm not the enemy here. But this makes me wonder who the real one is for you."
  • "Is the reason you're so cold and defensive because you feel threatened?"
  • "How long has it been since you last spoke to them?"
  • "You never talk about it, why?"
  • "How come you're so different around them?"
  • "It's like you don't have a care or worry in the world."
  • "You seem so perfect. I don't get it."
  • "What was your ex like?"
  • "I don't think I was ever good enough for them."
  • "Are you not comfortable being intimate?"
  • "Why don't you feel comfortable being intimate?"
  • "Letting someone see you that vulnerable, it's a scary thing."
  • "Are you scared of being hurt?"
  • "Have you ever been taken advantage of?"
  • "Why are you afraid of saying I love you?"
  • "I never understood how someone could say those words so easily."
  • "You're hurting others the way you've been hurt in the past, don't you think that's ironic?"
  • "You use people to make yourself feel better."
  • "I'm scared of being used again..."
  • "Losing someone isn't easy, but you're making it harder than it needs to be."
  • "How long has it been since you lost them?"
  • "You're too attached."
  • "I'm not attached, I'm just comfortable with what I'm familiar to."
  • "Maybe the real reason you're so controlling is because, deep down you'd rather have them in your grasp than lose them."
  • "Why did you ever break up?" / "Why did we ever break up?"

Aries: Told You So

I know you like
When I admit that I was wrong and you were right
At least I try
To keep my cool when I’m thrown into a fire
And they go

I hate to say I told you so
But they love to say they told me so
I hate to say I told you so
They love to say they told me

Taurus: Hard Times

All that I want
Is to wake up fine
Tell me that I’m alright
That I ain’t gonna die
All that I want
Is a hole in the ground
You can tell me when it’s alright
For me to come out

Hard times
Gonna make you wonder why you even try
Hard times
Gonna take you down and laugh when you cry
These lives
And I still don’t know how I even survive
Hard times

Gemini: 26

Hold onto hope if you got it
Don’t let it go for nobody
They say that dreaming is free
I wouldn’t care what it cost me

Reality will break your heart
Survival will not be the hardest part
It’s keeping all your hopes alive
All the rest of you has died
So let it break your heart

Cancer: Pool

I’m underwater
With no air in my lungs
My eyes are open
I’m done giving up
You are the wave
I could never tame
If I survive
I’ll dive back in

As if the first blood didn’t thrill enough
I went further out to see what else was left of us
Never found the deep end of our little ocean
Drain the fantasy of you
Headfirst into shallow pools

Leo: Idle Worship

Oh, it’s such a long and awful lonely fall
Down from this pedestal that you keep putting me on
What if I fall on my face?
What if I make a mistake?
If it’s okay a little grace would be appreciated
Remember how we used to like ourselves?
What little light that’s left, we need to keep it sacred
I know that you’re afraid to let all the dark escape ya
But we could let the light illuminate these hopeless places

Just let me let you down

Hey, baby I’m not your superhuman
And if that’s what you want
I hate to let you down
I got your hopes up
Now I got you hoping
But I’m gonna be the one that let you down

Virgo: Forgiveness

Don’t you go and get it twisted
Forgiving is not forgetting
Don’t you go and get it twisted
Forgiving is not forgetting
No, it’s not forgetting
No, I’ll never forget it, no

And you, you want forgiveness
(I can barely hang on to myself)
But I, I can’t give you that
(I can’t give you, I can’t give you that)
And you, you want forgiveness
(I’m afraid that I’ll have nothing left)
But I, I just can’t do it yet
(I can’t do, I just can’t do it yet)

Libra: Fake Happy

And if I go out tonight, dress up my fears
You think I’ll look alright with these mascara tears?
See I’m gonna draw my lipstick wider than my mouth
And if the lights are low they’ll never see me frown

If I smile with my teeth
Bet you believe me
If I smile with my teeth
I think I believe me

Oh please don’t ask me how I’ve been
Don’t make me play pretend
Oh no, oh oh what’s the use?
Oh please, I bet everybody here is fake happy too

Scorpio: Grudges

Time is a bastard I won’t break my neck to get around it
But aren’t we so brave to give up a fight
And let the years go by without us
‘Cause now I feel you by my side
And I don’t even care if it’s been a while
I can feel that we’ve changed and we’re better this way

Stop asking why
Why we had to waste so much time
Well, we just pick up, pick up and start again
'Cause we can’t keep holding on to grudges

Sagittarius: No Friend

Another thorny field to scatter fruitless seed,
Another song that runs too long god knows no one needs
More misguided ghosts, more transparent hands
To drop a nickel in our basket and we’ll do our riot!

Dance beneath another burning sky,
Behind our painted lips
In scores of catatonic smile-covered ankle-bitten ships
So throw your pedestal of stone in the forgetful sea
As protection from the paper-thin perfection
You project on me

Capricorn: Tell Me How

Think I’m tired of getting over it
Just starting something new again
I’m getting sick of the beginnings
And always coming to your defences
I guess it’s good to get it off my chest
I guess I can’t believe I haven’t yet
You know I got my own convictions
And they’re stronger than any addiction
But no one’s winning
[…]
You keep me up with your silence
Take me down with your quiet
Of all the weapons you fight with
Your silence is the most violent

Aquarius: Caught in the Middle

I can’t think of getting old
It only makes me want to die
And I can’t think of who I was
'Cause it just makes me want to cry, cry, cry
Can’t look back, can’t look too far ahead
I got the point, I got the message
[…]
I was dreaming life away
All the while just going blind
Can’t see the forest for the trees
Behind the lids of my own eyes
Nostalgia’s cool, but it won’t help me now
A dream is good, if you don’t wear it out
[…]
No, I don’t need no help
I can sabotage me by myself

Pisces: Rose-Colored Boy

Just let me cry a little bit longer
I ain’t gon’ smile if I don’t want to
Hey, man, we all can’t be like you
I wish we were all rose-colored too
My rose-colored boy

Leave me here a little bit longer
I think I wanna stay in the car
I don’t want anybody seeing me cry now
You say “We gotta look on the bright side”
I say “Well maybe if you wanna go blind”
You say my eyes are getting too dark now
But boy, you ain’t ever seen my mind

Captain

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 3,610

Request: OMG I’m so happy to see that the requests are open again! I want to say that I LOVE your writing and I was wondering if you could do a Steve x reader smut where they have a strained relationship but then they have to share a bed during an undercover mission and that leads to sex, possibly with rough/Dom!Steve after all the tension (maybe they had to pretend they were a couple for the mission or something). Feel free to change this if you want I trust your writing genius :)

Warnings: Smut, Dom!Steve, hair pulling, captain kink, dirty talk, orgasm denial, light spanking, light choking, oral sex, swearing, Steve is a little tease

Author’s Note: I’d like to again dedicate this one to @scarlets-wanda, who tried to sneak the fact that it was her birthday last week past me! So in return, I wrote this for her. Enjoy.

Originally posted by ohevansmycaptain


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Hearing this record, it kind of blew me away because I knew a little bit of the direction he was going to go in but until you hear the final product, the final song, you don’t really know until you’ve heard it. I was blown away. I remember looking at Harry and his manager Jeff Azoff and I was like, ‘I need a minute here’ cause they were asking me ‘What do you think?’ I just needed to like you know breathe for a second cause it was just so much to take in. And it was so good sonically. Just really pushed the boundaries. I think it was an amazing artistic statement. I think it shifted the paradigm a bit, and I couldn’t wait to work it. It was one of those moments where you knew it wasn’t out yet, but you couldn’t wait to get your hands on it.
Mafia!Got7 when they think your dead but your just going shopping/ hyung line

Got7 as Mafia members when they can’t find you and think your dead, but your actually just going shopping.


Jaebum:

You knew you had forgotten something, but since you really couldn’t remember what, It couldn’t have been something important. Right? Wrong.Turns out you didn’t leave a message for Jaebum telling him you were buying some clothes. Even though you knew he always freaked out when he didn’t know where you were.

You just got yourself a knew dress and left the first store, when suddenly you saw a crowd of people watching the entrance of the mall. You were curious, so you made your way through the people. As soon as you saw what they were watching, you facepalmed yourself. Jaebum was basically waltzing trough the front door with some of his people, not looking very happy.

“Next time you go shopping. at least take a knife with you…”

“Jaebum!!”

“What? That’s normal, isn’t it?”

Originally posted by princetuans

 

Mark:

 

As soon as he woke up and couldn’t find you anywhere, he would freak out. Did something happen to you? Did someone kidnap you? What, if you’d left him?! He should have watched over you better, he promised it after all.

When you suddenly came into his room, carrying some shopping bags, he would look at you with his eyes wide open, wondering if he should get angry or laugh at himself.

“So, you were shopping? Nice. That was the last time for you tho.”

“But Mark, I need clothes…”

“Who said that?”

Originally posted by markificent

 

 Jinyoung:

At first, he would just wonder where you were and why you didn’t tell him. He really wanted you to feel free, but he also knew it was dangerous for you out there since he was pretty known amongst his enemies. But you didn’t answer his call and he couldn’t find a message of you anywhere, so he decided to call his people in, panicking a little bit.

“Ok guys, so my lovely (Y/N) is nowhere to be found and I want to know where she is. So get the f*ck over here and search for her or I’ll blow up the Cafeteria.”

(Tries to act calm but is about to burn the house down)

When the guys finally found you at the shopping mall and bring you back, he looks at you with a small, relieved smile. However, his eyes are telling you that you better come up with a good excuse.. or make it up to him.

Originally posted by jypnior

 

Jackson:

“Oh my god, where is she? They kidnapped her for sure. What if they killed her? What if she’s dead?”

He would be going on the other boys nerves the whole day, being sure you were abducted. After all, you wouldn’t run away, would you? He would debate about wether he should waltz into the hiding place of his enemies or if he should save you with a ruse, when suddenly you just walked into the house, completely unaware of what was happening. The other guys would quickly get out of the room, probably laughing at him. However,basically for the first time in his life, Jackson wasn’t amused at all.

“Well, hello. I was just about to blow the world up because of you. But please, make yourself comfortable and don’t mind me… ”

(Doesn’t let you leave the house for the next month at all)

Originally posted by jacksonwangism



Should I do this for the maknae line too?

Thanks for reading, I hope you guys liked it~~

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Protection - Zach Dempsey

Originally posted by void-obriens

Summary: You spend your Friday evening at Bryce’s party with Zach as your “Date”, but things went wrong…

Warnings: Swearing, Sexual assault (very slightly), Angst, Drunk

Words: 888

A/N: Hiya, I’m finally back with an update! I was pretty busy those last weeks with watching 13 Reasons why & school, and now I’m finally back with an imagine; I hope you will enjoy my shitty writing skill. There are some mistakes since I wrote this in a rush. (gonna fix it soon)

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Loud music was blasting through the speaker, filling the room with a deafening volume while people dancing body against body probably too drunk to realised that they are dancing with a person they hated once, I only could shake my head while seeing everybody drunk and having fun, even throwing a party after everything that happened in these last weeks.

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BTS reaction when their girlfriend kisses their neck

Request said:  Bts reaction to girlfriend kissing his neck 😇


Reactions: 

Jin: You were just hugging Jin, when suddenly you felt tempted to kiss his neck, and you did. He moaned but then, reassured you that you guys were in a public place, and then you felt a little bit embarrassed. He will cup you face and kiss you cheek. 

Originally posted by meganhyunhee

Suga: He was really focused trying to finish his new song, you saw that he was so tense, that you went and hug him and then kiss his neck. “Not now, Y/N” he would calmly say. “I know, I just want you to know that I am here for you” you would respond. He would smile and continue on what he was doing.

Originally posted by apgujeon

J-Hope: You guys were both hugging each other, you gave Hoseok a kiss on the neck and he would smile and say “Y/N when we get home…” and he would wink at you. 

Originally posted by sugamysavagebaby

Rap Monster: You guys have just woken up, the sun is hitting your face irritating, your eyes. You found Namjoon, still laying down, you came to his side and kiss his neck and you were about to get up but… “Where are you going?” he would grin. “I was…” but he quickly kissed your lips and things quickly got heated. 

Originally posted by jenorise

Jimin: You guys were slow dancing in the living, you put your arms around Jimin’s neck and leaned in. You head rested on Jimin’s shoulders, you gave Jimin a kiss on his neck, he would still be dancing with you, when suddenly the song ends and he kissed you on your lips returning your love. 

Originally posted by jikookshandshake

Taehyung (V): You guys just finished eating, when suddenly he hugs you out of nowhere and that’s when you moved your head and kissed his neck, he moaned and then he pulled you out and the two of you had a little make-out section. 

Originally posted by uniquesoullove

Jung Kook: You guys were having fun playing around with the Nintendo Switch. When suddenly, you lost and Jung Kook went into a victory dance and since he saw your sad expression he came to kiss your cheek, and since you were sitting down and he was leaning into cheek, you kissed his neck. He at first would be shy about it but eventually after a couple of minutes he would come back and kiss your lips. 

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Originally posted by myheroacademiadeku

Can I be honest here? When I first saw this scene, I was honestly worried for a second that All Might would be a untouchable, a bit arrogant and overly confident guy. Just for a split-second, I thought “Oh no, he’s gonna be one of those untouchable hero-idols again who will only show up in the story whenever there’s a really big fight that the protagonist can’t handle”.

Why I thought that – perhaps because I felt something about his behavior was faked. Perhaps because he just picked up the nearest piece of paper he could find and wrote down his autograph without even being asked for it, probably thinking that everyone would love to have his autograph, anyway.

But gosh, was I wrong. In the mere span of a few minutes, all those worries were shut down.

Untouchable? Invincible? No. All Might is shown to be bleeding and hiding behind a strong façade only a bit later.

Originally posted by kaeveeoh

 

 

Him not showing up in the series apart from important fights? Ha! Since the manga started, All Might has been at Izuku’s side as often as possible. I even miss him when he isn’t there, because I’m just so used to him being close to Izuku (even if it’s just watching from around the corner like a worried dad)

 

Originally posted by kizn7iver

And then, when I rewatched BNHA, I noticed this little scene here:

All Might didn’t just pick the notebook up and write his autograph into it. He really read it first. The book had fallen open during the fight with slime guy, if I remember correctly. He probably caught sight of the sketches of heroes Izuku had done and took a look into it.

He noticed how detailed Izuku’s notes where. He took into consideration how much time the boy had spent gathering all those information about the heroes, and how much love had went into each detail. Knowing Izuku, that fanboy probably even wrote down his thoughts near the notes, little bits and pieces of excited rambling and theories.

All Might didn’t write his autograph into the notebook because he egoistically assumed that it would be what the boy wanted.

He wrote the autograph into the notebook because, after seeing Izuku’s addiction to heroes, his love for everything concerning it, he knew how much this autograph would mean for the boy.

Well done, Horikoshi. You managed to literally pulverize all the clichés concerning shounen-mentors and designed one of the most lovable, dorkiest yet most awesome characters I’ve ever seen. Not to mention what a heartwarming relationship between mentor and student was created here.

Also, what kind of dorky autograph is this, you drew your own eyebrows and eye-shadows under it you utter DORK

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It took twenty minutes to lull Rosie back into a sound sleep.  She was drowsy from the medicine, which helped, but she was clearly still feeling the effects of the fever, and the first couple of times John tried to lay her back down she woke back up with a miserable cry.  Honestly, John thought as he held her close and walked her around the room, she might as well be Sherlock’s daughter if her appalling timing was anything to go by.

He was torn between feeling grateful and regretful at her interruption.  He had still been able to feel Sherlock’s warmth clinging to him as he’d climbed the stairs to get her, but it had dissipated more and more every second like steam rising from the surface of a pond on a cold day, lovely and impossible to hold on to.  But maybe it was better this way; maybe they needed a few moments to cool off, to map out this new territory before they lost themselves in it.

He sighed and pressed his lips to Rosie’s head, hushing her with soothing words.  She turned her head into his shoulder, sniffling, and let her eyes close, one fist clutching at the worn collar of his t-shirt.  Music drifted up through the floorboards, the delicate notes of Sherlock’s violin wending their way through the flat.  

John smiled; he recognized the tune.  He didn’t know the name of it, but it was what Sherlock always played when Rosie couldn’t sleep.  He’d been meaning to ask if it was one of Sherlock’s own compositions because it resembled a lullaby, but it wasn’t one John had ever heard before.  The thought alone made John ache to return downstairs and finish what they’d started.

Rosie’s breathing slowly evened out, deep and steady, as Sherlock’s music drifted around them, and John gently lowered her back down into her crib; she sighed and curled up around her blanket but didn’t wake.  John held onto the edge of the crib and watched her a moment longer, strangely nervous all of a sudden.  Which was ridiculous, he thought, since he knew that the only thing awaiting him downstairs was what he’d always wanted.

But perhaps that was just it.  He and Sherlock had never been able to get to this place before; there had always been something standing between them, death and marriage and chaos keeping them apart.  And now that he was here, now that this new life was his to take…he was afraid he wouldn’t know how to keep it.

He shut his eyes, breathing in and out, attempting to calm the rapid beating of his heart.  When he was sure he wasn’t going to lose it, he pushed away from Rosie’s crib and took the stairs with slow, even steps.

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All Or Nothing - Smut

Originally posted by dylanmysunshine

Author: @dumbass-stilinski
Rating: NSFW 18+
Pairing: Stiles Stilinski/Reader
Words: 6,244
AN: College AU, all human. This was never meant to be published tbh but you can thank @writing-obrien​ for it getting done. Also shout out to @hardladyheart​ for her late night motivation and @sarcasticallystilinski​ for spitballing title ideas with me.

The song that’s sung is obviously not mine, it’s by State Champs. Listen HERE.



You transferred into Berkeley college in the beginning of your sophomore year. You hated starting a new school, but at least it was college and not high school. You’d been here a few weeks. You hadn’t made any friends yet, just your roommate, but you were more acquaintances. She was an art major and a little quirky, plus her boyfriend lived off campus so she wasn’t around much.

Being a music major had it perks. There were a lot of hot guys in the music department, but most of them were too involved with their own projects to notice you. You were pretty quiet, always lost in your own head. No one would have guessed that you weren’t the least bit shy. And you liked to keep it that way.

However, life had become boring. You finally had the hang of your classes and schedule but you needed to find something else to do with your time. Which is why you found yourself in the music building, standing in front of the bulletin board. Most of the notices were the same, people selling instruments or looking for them, people looking for practice space, advertisements for open mic nights. But one flier in particular caught your eye.

It wasn’t fancy at all, maybe a little creased and wrinkled from being in someone’s pocket. It was plain white, written on with black Sharpie.

GUITARIST WANTED

FOR COVER BAND

MUST LIKE/PLAY ROCK MUSIC, POP PUNK.

CALL SCOTT

310-422-1124

There was a crudely drawn Chewbacca next to it, holding what looked to be a guitar. You chewed your bottom lip in thought. You could do that. You fit the qualifications. You pulled out your phone, typing the number in and saving it to your contacts for later.

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Pastries, Patrol, and gossip
  • Volpina: Hey, Ladybug, why are the pastries you bring out to patrols always from the Dupain-Cheng bakery? Do you live near there or something?
  • Ladybug: what?! Nooo-
  • Queen Bee(interrupting): I know right, like is it a sponsorship or something because if we need backed up financially I can guarantee at least the support of the mayor.
  • Chat: If it's like that then I'd rather stick with the bakery,I don't eat sweets very often at home. Plus the Mayor can be a little over the top and his daughter's been a bit clingy around Ladybug in the past.
  • Queen Bee: just what are you trying to say?!
  • Chat: that was mostly before you two were here. And anyways I liked hanging out with the Dupain-Cheng's daughter more anyways.
  • Ladybug, Volpina, and Bee: WHAT?!
  • Chat: Not like that, she was more helpful with Akumas
  • Bee: That klutz? No way.
  • Ladybug: Guys, can we please talk about something else?
  • Chat: Jealous?
  • Ladybug(deadpanned sarcasm): yeah, let's go with that
  • Volpina: but seriously why that specific bakery every time?
  • Ladybug: Look, if you have a problem then bring your own food and otherwise, bug off
  • ------
  • Later at Marinette's house
  • Marinette: I don't care what Volpina told you Alya, that doesn't sound like any customer I recognize. Now please go tell Chloe to buy something or leave because it's been really crowded since you mentioned that ladybug supposedly picks up pastries to go from here
  • -----
  • Later on patrol again
  • Ladybug: I brought some again but none for you Volpina
  • Volpina: what!? Why?
  • Ladybug: because SOMEONE told the ladyblog where I get food and that place was way too busy!
  • Nick: You have sort of been on the show. There was the night of the Brit Awards.
  • Harry: No.
  • Nick: Yeeeees. Where we thought it'd be a good idea to go straight from the Brits to do the radio.
  • Harry: I'd say I was on the radio, but I wasn't switched on.
  • Nick: Cause we basically went to some party, it was like 6am and I had to go to do the radio.
  • Harry: You said you would stay out if we all came.
  • Nick: That's true. Which is often my bargain.
  • Harry: How often do people bail to do the radio?
  • Nick: All the time. I don't do it anymore. It was a novelty. Cause I was so excited about having this job I thought 'Fire me! Whatever!' But now I am a serious broadcaster.
  • Harry: You're an adult now.
  • Nick: Yeah. But I remember when we came in. It was me, you, our friend Emily, our friend Jaime, you friend Cal - well, our friend Cal, a Robbie Williams cardboard cutout...
  • Harry: I don't know where we got it.
  • Nick: And a bejeweled bottle of vodka that said 'Grimmy'. So it was a classy night. When we came in, there was no one here. There was no producer Finchy, no producer Fifi.
  • Harry: Tina Daheley was here. And as we came in she was like 'Oh goood'. She looked at us when we came in and we were like 'WHEEEYYY!!!!' And she was like 'Oh jeez'.
  • Nick: Yeah, we were like 'TIIINAAA. NEWS JUST IN - WE HAD A MAD ONE, WHEEEYYYY!!!!' Did you get in trouble for that? Cause I didn't but Fifi did. Fifi, what time did you get in?
  • Fifi: I was here, but I fell asleep in the office.
  • Nick: Yeah, yeah, whatever.
  • Harry: Oh yeah, you weren't on time.
  • Nick: She got here at about 7:45 and we came on air at 6:30. And then she fell asleep on the floor in here and big boss Ben busted her, and she got in trouble.
  • Harry: Oh, yeah yeah yeah.
  • Nick: Did YOU get in trouble?
  • Harry: Ummmmmmmmmm, a little bit. I think it was more like 'Oh, I saw you on Grimmy's show.' I was like 'Yeeeaaaah' And they were like 'You didn't sound very good, did you?'
  • Nick: 'Well, I just thought I'd do extra promo! Helping you guys out! Shift a few copies!'
  • Harry: Socializing.
  • Nick: Yeah. Can't do that now.
Leave Me Breathless

Originally posted by kevinkeller


Pairing: Zach Dempsey x Reader

Request: “68 & 73 with Zach Dempsey?? If just one number than just 68 :,) <3.”

Prompt:

68. “Your girlfriend would hate me even more.”
73. “Where did you get that hickey?”

Word count: 1.695

Posted: 09th of May 2017

A/N: This is the first request that I got for my personal prompt list and I must say that I had fun on writing this. These prompts helped me to write these requests faster. In fact, I already have another two drafts from my prompt requests. I am so excited to write them all and there are still some numbers left, so don’t hesitate to request. Thank you for this request and for the others that I received.

P.S.: I am not accepting part 2 requests as I have more than 50 prompts to write. I am so sorry.

- G. x

Link: Prompt list

Warning: slightly swearing, betraying


“Hey (Y/N)!” Your best friend Zach softly greeted you as he entered the school library. He put his backpack on the large desk in front of him and took the seat beside you.

“Wow, Zachary Dempsey in the library!” You mocked while you were poking him with your pen. “Tell me, you need to meet your girlfriend here, right?”

“Uhm,” He scratched his head with a wide I’m-in-a-trouble smile. “yup.”

“I noticed.” You smiled at him, but quickly looked away as you continued writing for your Science test for the next hour.

“Did you skip History class to study?” He asked, even though he was just stating the obvious. Zach knew your timetable, although the only class you had together was Peer Communications.

“I thought it was already obvious.” You flashed him your judging face and he rolled his eyes in response. You giggled softly and Zach just huffed.

You’ve always liked Zach, but you never had the guts to tell him the truth. You were so insecure of yourself and you were afraid that he would never love you back. In fact, it broke your heart when he announced you that he started to date Meghan, one of the cheerleaders at Liberty High.

You were thankful though, because your relationship with Zach didn’t change, not even a tittle, or maybe some little things changed.

You’ve always had that more than best friends but less than lovers relationship with Zach and you were both okay with that. In fact, it never bothered you to kiss him during one of your friends’ house parties. Sometimes he would even tell you some sexual jokes, but you never pushed further than a passionate and deep French kiss. Of course, this thing has changed, because he was already dating someone and it wasn’t the right thing to cheat on his girlfriend.

“Hey, are you okay?” Zach called for your attention by waving his hand in front of you and you harshly shook your head to forget your thoughts about your best friend. You felt your cheeks burning at the thought of kissing Zach and you knew that he noticed your bright red face.

“Oh, yup.” You flashed him a sweet smile, but then you decided to stand up and head to the shelves, where Science books were located, to hide your blushing cheeks. You looked for a book that might be handy during your test and you freely released your tensed sensation.

You looked for some books while you wished that Zach didn’t follow you so you could calm yourself down.

“What the fuck!?” You loudly exclaimed as you held your chest for the shock. You saw Zach standing behind the shelves, leaning on the candid and cold wall of the library as he observed you.

“Shush!” You heard someone shouting from afar and you assumed that it was the old librarian, who sat on her computer desk near the entrance of the library.

“Sorry.” You and Zach said in unison and you slapped him using a thick textbook that you had in your hand.

“I didn’t mean to, sorry.” Zach whispered and you rolled your eyes as you stopped hitting him with the book.

“Fine.” You softly said and you decided to walk back to your place, but Zach stopped you as he held your forearm firmly. “What?”

“I miss you.” He sincerely said as you looked at your forearm, wrapped with Zach’s big hand. You knew what he meant and you obviously felt the same.

“Zach,” You pulled your forearm back and his hand fell in his side. You put the book back to the shelf as you tried to clear things with Zach. “you know that we can’t do those things, anymore.”

“I know, but I miss your lips. I miss your kisses.” He sadly confessed. He didn’t want to be a treacherous boyfriend, but the feeling was stronger than he was. He missed you a lot and the weight he had in his chest surely didn’t help him to forget your kisses. “I miss you, (Y/N).”

“Zach, I don’t want to betray people.” You looked at him and you read what his brown eyes tried to tell you. He was surely sad and he had this feeling that he was about to lose you because of the presence of his actual girlfriend. “She doesn’t deserve this.”

“I know, no one deserves this,” He unleashed a long deep sigh and he pulled you closer to him. “but I love you, (Y/N). I love you and not Meg.”

“Zach, this is so wrong. I love you too, but this is about lacking respect for someone.” You insisted, but Zach didn’t listen to you. You confessed your feelings and you were shocked for what he has just said to you, but that wasn’t the most important thing during that moment. You were about to betray someone and you couldn’t stand that feeling.

You were about to open your mouth to say something else, to start a debate between you and Zach but you suddenly felt his soft red lips on yours.

You were shocked at first, but you could never lie to yourself. You missed Zach’s kisses too and you longed for his lips every time you would see him with his girlfriend. You would always wish that he was your boyfriend.

The kiss became passionate when you responded back to his movements. He gently pushed you against the wall, behind some book shelves so people wouldn’t have the chance to see you. He held your hips tightly and you wrapped your arms around his neck, slightly tiptoeing because of your height difference.

The kiss wasn’t just a normal kiss. It was one of those breathtaking kisses, those kisses that could leave you breathless.

“Zach!” You shouted whispering as you broke the kiss. The reality sank in your mind and you felt disgusting, realizing what you were doing. You slowly unwrapped your arms from his neck as you panted for the deep kiss that you just had. “Your girlfriend would hate me even more.

“She will never know, (Y/N).” He leant in once again and he started to kiss your forehead, your temples, your cheeks and he went down to kiss your neck. He left some wet kisses on it and you wanted him to stop, but something suddenly took your voice away. Instead of barricading him, you pushed him closer to your neck and pulled his soft black hair.

You let him do what he had in his mind and you encouraged him to keep on doing it as you felt him sucking your neck hardly. You slightly let out a soft moan, it was so soft that only Zach could hear it.

It felt great, breathless just like the kiss before, but it was a little bit pungent and painful too. He bit your neck and continued marking your neck as if it was his own territory.

“Zach?” Your eyes shot open as you heard Meghan’s voice and you slightly pushed Zach away. The tranquil paradise that you were imagining has been changed by the loud and deafening shouts of hell.

Zach rolled his eyes and huffed against your skin. His hot breath sent shivers down your spine and you smiled at him. He caressed the love bite that he has just left and he smirked at you.

“Idiot.” You shook your head and you tiptoed to give him a quick peck on his lips. He was shocked, but then smiled at you. You liked what you did, although you felt horrible. You really felt horrible.

“Naughty.” He whispered and you winked at him. You made your way back through the shelves and grabbed the book that you were holding before the things between you and Zach happened.

“Hey Meg!” You cheerfully greeted as you saw her walking on the same aisle you were in. “What’s up?”

“Hey (Y/N)!” She pulled a fake smile as she greeted you. She has always hated you since she discovered that you were Zach’s best friend. It was great, wasn’t it? “Did you see Zach? His things were on the table.”

“Yeah, he was searching for something before but then I lost him.” You raised your shoulders as you lied through your teeth. You felt bad, of course, but you would never want Zach to be in a great trouble with her.

“OMG,” Her eyes grew wide as she didn’t mind your answer and you noticed that her gaze fell on your neck. “Where did you get that hickey?

“Oh, this?” You pretended that you didn’t know what she was talking about at first, but then you pointed at the love bite that you had on your neck. Your eyes grew wide as you peeked at it and it revealed you the reddish purple colour of it, almost scarlet.

“Yes!” She smirked at you, obviously not knowing from who it was, you honestly felt sorry for the innocent girl during that moment. You saw Zach walk near the two of you, leaving a little bit of space between him and Meghan.

“Just a weekend fling, nothing much.” You sugarcoated your lies with a sweet smile and you turned your head to Zach. “Oh, look. He’s here.”

“Oh, I noticed.” She nodded and smiled at you. Zach didn’t seem so excited to see his girlfriend, but it wasn’t one of your businesses.

“See you around guys!” You looked at Zach and you flashed him a naughty smirk. You noticed that he giggled a little bit and you winked at him, Meghan obliviously stood few steps away from Zach, thinking that you were teasing Zach with her.

“See you, (Y/N)!” They softly said in unison and you started to walk back to your place, packing up your things and you headed to the librarian to borrow the book that you needed.

You smiled at the thought of the kiss that you shared with Zach, but a knot was built in your stomach as soon as the thought of betraying his girlfriend sank in your mind.

How was the kiss? It was incredibly great. What might happen after? It would be plausibly terrible.


A dog person - Young!Sirius x Reader

Warnings : nope, maybe the GIF that personally makes me weak

Words : 2.8k

Request : yes

Note : it’s the imagine that I wrote a few days ago and that was deleted somehow, I’m sharing it again now. I know some people had the same request but anywayyyyy (thank you to the ppl who told me to post it again btw❣️). I just imagined a Patronus for Pettigrew, don’t mind it if it bothers you. I loved this request and got a bit carried away, it was just so damn cute.


Originally posted by bentbarnes


Even at Hogwarts everybody hated monday mornings, as they symbolized the end of the weekend, the return in class and especially, implied a lot of exhaustion. In fact, everybody except the 6th years, because to them Monday morning meant Defense Against the Dark Arts. Here you were, at your usual seat next to the wall on the first row. The classroom 3C had probably the biggest windows out of all the Turris Magnus, unfortunately you were too short to observe the view -everybody was- but you still tried to take a look everytime. You were on tip-toes, taking advantage of the fact that your teacher had not yet arrived to make another attempt.


« You know Y/N, I really enjoy the view you’re offering me when you stand up like this in front of me, but I think you should just sit down as our dear Professor is here. » whispered Sirius behind you. Your cheeks turner red as you did what he said, sighing in exasperation and trying to focus on the tall man standing in front of the class. Sirius knew his little seduction game made you feel a bit flustered and that was exactly why he liked doing it so much, he didn’t want you to be uncomfortable, he was only joking and you knew it. Out of the four Marauders, you spent most of your time with him or Remus, who actually introduced you to the others after meeting you at the library.


« Today I will try, and please notice that I said try, to teach you something that I know most of you have been waiting for. » said your teacher solanemly, holding his hands together behind his back. « The majority of witches and wizards are not able to produce it for it requires patience, concentration and determination. You probably guessed it already, I am talking about the Patronus charm, one of the most powerful defensive charms that exist.»


Immediatly, everybody started to whisper enthousiasticly to their neighbors, and even Lily who usually was the definition of the model student seemed hysteric. You smiled when you saw her, her dazzling hair flying in the air while she turned around towards the boys, already beginning to discuss on the shape their patronus would take. James had already managed to produce one and it was a deer just like his animagus. He could be turbulent, sometimes even insolent, but nobody could deny that he was an incredibly talented wizard just like Remus who was sitting next to him. Strangely, he stayed away from the general euphoria which spread in the class, playing almost nervously with his hands. You frowned, ready to ask him what was going on when your teacher knocked two times on the desk with his fists. The noises stopped and everybody looked at him once again.


« To produce a Patronus, it is necessary to concentrate on your most beautiful memory, and only this one. Find the memory that warms your heart the most and say clearly, wand in hand : expecto patronum. » Suddenly, a silver eagle flew from his hand and in the classroom. It was both beautiful and captivating. « This requires training, today we shall satisfy us with approaching the theoretical side of it and in the next class, I hope that you will be ready. Just know that it is difficult to obtain a corporeal patronus, and that its purpose is not to be beautiful, but to protect you from Dementors. Whether it is a rat, cat or lion, its power will be the same : the partonus is a shield, a messenger and a protector. »


He kept speaking during the whole following hour, adding that even if the animal shape the Patronus took did not define its strenght, it could mean something important for the wizard. Leaving the class everybody had only an idea in head : discover what their patronus was. The four boys, Lily and you had mutually decided to train together by the lake this afternoon. But right now you were going to eat, Sirius and James led the group speaking loudly and walking way too fast. Behind and standing by your side, Lily seemed to explain to Peter the details he had not understood. You left them silently to join Remus who walked at the back, alone, head low and dragging his feet. He raised his head when he saw you were waiting for him and turned the gentle smile you were giving him back to you. Interlacing your arm in his, you jumped at the opportunity to be alone with him to ask him what was wrong. Remus sighed, he seemed embarrassed and you strated to worry. He looked around to be sure no one was listening and then he bent a little towards you.


« I’m afraid my corporeal Patronus gives too much away, if you know what I mean. I already tried with James and it almost worked, and I swear I saw a long hairy tail before the light went off. » He whispered, biting his lip « With you guys it doesn’t matter, but if anyone else sees it… » He didn’t finish his sentence but you knew what he meant. Remus had always suffered because of his lycantropia, his parents and him had a nomadic life before he came to Hogwarts thanks to Dumbledore. Everytime someone started to be suspicious, they left and the little Remus never got to make friends. Even now that he had friends, really good ones, he was still afraid someone would found out. Taking his hand in yours, you squeezed it gently so he knew he wasn’t alone and you were here for him.


« We can practice alone another day if you want to be sure, you don’t have to do it today if you don’t want to. »

« I think that’s a good idea, thank you Y/N. »



Around 4pm, you sat in the green grass which lined the lake, between Sirius and Peter who seemed strangely concentrated into tearing away the petals of a flower one by one. You turned around towards Sirius who was already looking at you. You felt your cheeks burn a little when he did not look away which made him laugh, revealing his white teeth and his dimples.  He was a handsome young man, really, and you never knew if you just found him attracive or if it was something more. Anyway, you came back to reality when James showed up, back from his Quidditch session. A proud smile could be seen on his face as per usual, and it grew even bigger when a bunch of Gryffindor girls passing by stared at him like he was a piece of art, or a piece of meat. It always made Sirius giggle but Lily just rolled her eyes every single time.


« Did you mess your hair up on purpose again just so you can look like some Quidditch rock star ? » suggested Remus, looking quite amused. 

« You’ll be authorized to criticize my hair when your furry little problem will be solved, Moony chéri. » teased James, winking before he spoke again while turning around « Let’s get started folks, why don’t we let the Lilliputian try first. »


Eveybody laughed, James flirting with Lily was the funniest thing ever, especially when he came up with these strange nicknames but you had to admit that for once it wasn’t so bad. She stood up, pointing her wand towards him which caused him to slightly move to the side.


« In fact I’m two months older than you Potter, show me some respect. » Remus, Peter and Sirius giggled while James seemed outraged, but before he could come back with anything Lily exclaimed, her wand pointing to the sky « Expecto patronum ! »


You held your breath just like the others while slowly but very clearly, from the tip of her wand, a bright silvery light started to burst before fading out. She tried again multiple times with James giving her advices and finally, a tall and gracious doe was running in the air, following the rythm of Lily’s laugh. Her green eyes were wide opened, she seemed proud and happier than ever. You all applauded, Peter even took a bow.


« It’s strange, isn’t it ? Your patronus is a doe and Potter’s one is a deer. If it isn’t a sign, I don’t know what it is. » teased Sirius, winking to Lily. Her cheeks turned bright red before she exlaimed « Simple coincidence, that won’t make me go out with you any sooner Potter. »


Finally you formed little groups, James and Lily stayed together, Sirius was with Peter and Remus with you. This way, the others didn’t pay attention to the fact that Moony wasn’t really trying to practice and he was pleased about it. You tried to remember all the informations your teacher gave you this morning, and took a deep breath. You hoped it would work but as Lily said again and again, it was a difficult spell and it was normal if you didn’t succeed on your first tries. For what felt like an hour you persisted, repeating the two little words again and again, sometimes managing to produce a little shiny light at the end of your wand. But no animal, nothing. Frustrated you sighed noisily, which caught the attention of Remus, Sirius and Peter. The two others seemed too busy arguing about who-knows-what, and anyway they did not really need to practice anymore. Seeing your disappointment, Sirius smiled softly before suggesting to the boys to train together and that he would help you. After all if that did not work so well that way, you could try.


« I can’t do it either, you know. Maybe it’s because you distract me. » he suggested, teasing you once more with a grin on his face.

« That’s not funny Sirius. » you whined, a pout on your lips.


He looked at them for a bit too long before coming back at your eyes. Finally he stood behind you, his chest pressed against your back. You were thankful he was behind, at least he couldn’t see your burning cheeks but it wasn’t finished yet because you could now feel his strong hand taking yours, holding your wand with you while the other one was placed on your hip. Your heart was racing and you were probably shaking too because he laughed soflty, speaking soflty.


« Maybe you’re not thinking about your happiest memory. Close you eyes, the first one to come to your mind is probably the good one, focus on it. »


Even if his body pressed against yours and his breath crashing on the thin skin of your neck did not help you at all, his soft and low voice was relaxing and you now thought of nothing else. You no longer heard the sound of the wind in the trees, nor the murmur of the water of the lake, you did not see your friends staring at you a little farther : it was his voice and his body near you that occupied all your mind. You closed your eyes as he had suggested, and with trembling lips you pronounced the two words « Expecto patronum. » You opened your eyes slowly, just in time to see a magnificent light spraying out, more powerful than what you had managed to do until then. It grew larger, Sirius’s hand still held yours and guided the movements of your wand.
After a few seconds, you saw it. In front of you stood a brilliant, tall and perfectly formed dog. But it was not a common dog, you had seen this one several times already and you recognized it immediately. You understood that Sirius did too when you felt his fingers release your hand smoothly and his body move back slowly. Your concentration broke and the big dog disappeared. You did not dare to turn around, both shocked and mute, because you finally knew what your patronus was. And it was him. It was Padfoot.



You stood there, sitting on your bed without knowing what to do or even what to think. After the events of the afternoon you quickly ran away, stammering that you did not feel well and that you were going to rest. But everyone had seen the same thing as you, and everyone knew that your patronus was none other than Sirius Black himself, or at least his animagus form. You tried to convince yourself that it was just a simple dog, but you knew what you saw. Maybe it didn’t mean anything at all, maybe it did. It probably did. Sirius and you had been friends for years and even though he liked to tease you all day long, it had never been more than a platonic relationship. As you kept thinking about this, images started to come to your mind. The day you met, how funny you found him, yet annoying. The first time you sat together in class, and how you spent the hour drawing stupid things on each other’s books. That time in 4th year when he punched a guy who insulted you, and definitely got a detention for it. When one of his pranks hurt you and he brought you chocolate and flowers to make it up. The time he hugged you so tight after Gryffindor won the house cup that you thought he was going to choke you. Maybe he wasn’t just a friend after all, and it took you a couple of years and a patronus to realize it. A knock on your door made you lift your head up, the person did not let you any time to answer and entered the room.


« Can I come in ? » asked the black haired boy.
« A bit too late to ask, isn’t it ? »


Sirius did not answer, he just closed the door leaving you both alone in the dorm. He sat next to you, your knees barely touching, but not a word was said. You looked at the floor for a few seconds before you saw him turning his head to you from the corner of your eye. Slowly, you looked at him too, your heart skipping a beat when you met his dark grey eyes.


« Why did you leave earlier ? You missed something, we learnt that Peter’s patronus is a mole. »
« You know why I left. » you said, smiling slightly at the end.
« You don’t have to be embarassed about it. » he shrugged « But I have to admit that I thought it would be something else. »
« Like what ? »
« A penguin. »


You scoffed, clearly not especting that answer. Sirius looked at you curiously, he didn’t seem to understand why you were chuckling but he still smiled when he heard your laugh.


« What ? They’re cute and funny, everyone likes penguins. » he smirked.
« Nope, you’re probably the only person to fancy penguins that much. »
« Well I don’t try to hide it. You shouldn’t either. »


His last words were whispered in your ear before he placed a soft kiss on your shoulder. You knew what he meant, and you couldn’t act as if the butterflies flying in your stomach weren’t here. He bent down to give you another kiss, on the cheek this time, but the weight of his body made you both fall back on the bed. You laughed as he found himself lying on top of you and for the first time since you met him, you saw a light shade of red on his cheeks. You stayed like this before he kissed your forehead, and then your nose. You smiled and he looked at your lips, and back at your eyes again. Your hands made their way to the back of his neck as he brushed your lips with his own, without ever pressing them together. Your heartbeating probably echoed throughout the entire room, or maybe it was his own. He smirked again when he saw the look full of frustration and desire you gave him, biting his lip and kissing the corner of your lips and then your cheek, before whispering in your ear again.

« I always knew you were a dog person. »

And after that he finally pressed his lips against yours, tenderly, as if you were the most precious thing in the world.

BTS reaction to you coming to them crying

Jin:

Jin would be really upset that you’re sad. He would hug you tightly and kiss your cheek softly. He would sit you in front of him and give you a little massage. “Shhh… tell me what’s wrong, sweetie…”

Originally posted by gotjimin


Yoongi:

Yoongi wouldn’t say much. He’d let you cry it all out while you were in his arms before asking you to say anything. He would rub your back softly. “I’ve got you… do you want to talk about it?” He’d ask softly.

Originally posted by jeonbase

Hobi:

He would feel so sad when you were sad. He would try to make you laugh and do silly things but when they didn’t work, he would get a little choked up. Hobi would take you in his arms gently and hold you close. “Don’t be sad, jagi… I’m right here…”

Originally posted by minseokhoseok


Namjoon:

Namjoon would like to talk it out with you. He’d softly ask what was wrong and just listen. He wouldn’t leave your side until you were okay, then after he would take you out for a nice diner. “Does this help you feel better, baby girl?”

Originally posted by bangtan


Jimin:

Jimin would be a a bit teary-eyed to see you so sad. He would tell you to stay there for a minute. He would go and run you a warm bath, put some blankets and your favourite pjs in the dryer to make them warm~. Then he’d make you some nice soup for afterwards. “I know how to make you happy, princess!”

Originally posted by nnochu


Taehyung:

He would make silly faces at you to try to make you smile at first. When it didn’t work, he would make you some hot coco. Tae would wrap you in a fuzzy blanket and put your favourite movie on for you to watch~. “Does this make it better, honey bun~?”

Originally posted by sonyondan


Jungkook:

Jungkook would immediately take you into his arms, scoop you up, and lay you down in a warm bed. He would lay beside you, holding you close then he would softly sing to you until you fell asleep. “Shhh… we can talk about it when you wake up, baby.”

Originally posted by ohkkaido

   a series of unfortunate events,
   book the first: the bad beginning.

  • what do you think it is? 
  • it only seems scary because of the mist. 
  • it is a nice day. i’m afraid i have some very bad news for you. 
  • the entire house was engulfed in fire. it burned to the ground. 
  • where will we go? 
  • just how is he related to us exactly?
  • that’s an unusual first name. 
  • what a terrible place! 
  • i don’t want to live there at all!
  • wipe your feet outside so no mud gets indoors. 
  • this room looks like it needs a little work.
  •  perhaps with a bit of your money we could fix it up a little nicer. 
  • i hope you will be very happy here. 
  • have dinner ready by the time they arrive.
  • stay out of our way. none of us knows how to cook. 
  • i wish they were here. i hate it here! i hate this house! i hate our room! i hate having to do all these chores, and i hate him!
  • we have to keep our chin up.
  • it is very difficult to keep one’s chin up when he keeps shoving it down. 
  • we haven’t found any books in this house at all. 
  • i can tell you it concerns a poisonous plant and illegal use of someone’s credit card. 
  • is there anything you desire? 
  • this is a wonderful library! 
  • as long as you keep them in good condition, you are welcome to use any of my books. 
  • it is a pleasure to see young people interested in books. 
  • you seem like very intelligent people. 
  • where is the roast beef? 
  • i am not someone to be trifled with. 
  • put her down immediately, you beast! 
  • perhaps by the time these brats serve us, we will be too drunk to care. 
  • if i were you i would try not to anger him, or he might wreck that pretty little face of yours.
  • you know perfectly well we haven’t any money. 
  • if i know you, you’ll figure out a way to get at that money. 
  • clearly, we cannot stay here any longer. 
  • i would rather take my chances on the streets than live in this terrible place. 
  • who knows what misfortunes would befall us on the streets? 
  • in the meantime, we have to do something about our predicament. 
  • we don’t really have a question. we have a complaint. 
  • we cannot stay with him. 
  • there’s nothing i can do about it. 
  • you’ll do nothing to help us. 
  • aren’t raspberries delicious? 
  • a pretty girl like you shouldn’t be working backstage. 
  • i have such an important role for you. 
  • i would hate to disgrace your good name. 
  • i would prefer it if you would participate voluntarily. 
  • he must be up to something. 
  • killing us would do him no good. 
  • today i don’t think i’ll choose a book on wolves. 
  • make sure she doesn’t eat any dirt. 
  • she wouldn’t help us anyway. 
  • have you found anything in your book yet? 
  • he struck me across the face. 
  • you are to return to the house immediately. 
  • why are you reading that? 
  • the only reason he hasn’t torn you limb from limb is that he hasn’t gotten hold of your money. 
  • what reason will he have to keep you alive after he has your money? 
  • so if i were you, i’d start acting a little nicer. 
  • where did you get that book? 
  • what’s important is that i have found out your plan. 
  • what is my plan, you little runt? 
  • a man like myself can acquire any number of beautiful women. 
  • i’m sure they’ll want to know all about your grand victory over my evil ways. 
  • she’s not the type to run off. 
  • it certainly is strange to find a child missing. 
  • what have you done with her? 
  • for someone who reads so much, you are remarkably unintelligent. 
  • let her go! 
  • we’ll do anything, anything, just don’t harm her. 
  • she is perfectly safe, for now. 
  • i consider her to be a stick behind a stubborn mule. 
  • you will do as i say, to avoid the punishment, and because you want the reward of surviving this experience. 
  • you’re such a lovely girl. 
  • i wouldn’t dispose of you. 
  • you’re a terrible man. 
  • you may have read more books than i have, but it didn’t help you gain the upper hand in this situation.
  • how pleasant that you could join us. 
  • i was just thinking how much i wanted to see your pretty face. 
  • what are you going to do with me? 
  • no monkey business, or i will have to tie you up and let you dangle out of the window. 
  • you must have been terrified. 
  • if we had any kerosene, i could make molotov cocktails with these bottles. 
  • we could break these bottles in half and use them as knives. 
  • we appreciate all you’ve done for us. 
  • break a leg! 
  • this is dreadful nonsense. 
  • i’m afraid this dreadful nonsense is the law.
  • i can’t believe how easily i was tricked. 
  • don’t think you’re so safe. 
  • you are a liar! 
  • send him to jail!
  • he’s an evil man! 
  • did you really mean what you said? 
  • i’ll get my hands on your fortune if it’s the last thing i do. 
  • i’ll kill you and your siblings with my own two hands. 
  • we will miss you very much. 
This Is War [8]

Summary: After being rejected by your best friend Bucky, Sam sets you up with one of his friends, on the condition that if the date doesn’t go well, you have to sign up for a dating app. The date doesn’t go well. As you begin to look for love in other places, Bucky starts to feel something he never felt before. Jealous

Bucky Barnes X Reader

Word Count: 1165

Warnings: Bucky in just sweatpants?

A/N: Sorry this took so long! My life has been a crazy mess lately, and so busy!! I don’t know when it will let up, but I will do my best to post more regularly!! Also I plan on writing most of my next series BEFORE I start posting it so this doesn’t happen. Feedback would be amazing. I love you all so much and thank you for sticking with me!! xoxo

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anonymous asked:

FAFLAMFLMA COMBINE THESE 2: 📱🍆 - ur lube ♥

📱 → ❝I sent you a picture of my dick. Please respond.❞

🍆 → ❝Stop sending me eggplant emojis when I’m trying to study.❞


credit: x.

COUNT → 2.059

GENRE → smut

PAIRING → jungkook | reader

WARNINGS → graphic sex | light spanking | explicit language 


Your phone vibrated for the tenth time in the last sixty seconds. Frustrated, you brought your face out of your textbook and angrily pressed your thumb down on your home button, unlocking your phone to open your messaging app.

JUNGKOOK [11:02:53]: I sent you a picture of my dick. Please respond.

You had already opened it and looked at his dick at least two times now, but you had a big test tomorrow and really couldn’t waste precious time studying thinking about how you wanted Jungkook to come over and use that dick.

Again, you left him on read.

Jungkook knew where you lived and he had been at your dorm more times than you cared to admit, but some part of you was hopeful he would leave you alone. Then again, his ego was so fragile, especially when it came to his dick.

Your phone vibrated again and you looked at your notifications to see Jungkook was just sending you the eggplant emoji over and over again until you replied.

YOU [11:04:10]: Stop sending me eggplant emojis when I’m trying to study.

You let out a groan and turned your phone to silent so that the notifications wouldn’t distract you anymore. Looking to your computer screen at the syllabus, you flipped to the page in your book indicated by the study guide.

“A morpheme is…” you began to read aloud to yourself, but you were still distracted. Your eyes darted to your phone not even making a sound. It was almost more distracting when you knew someone was trying to talk to you. Shaking your head, you tried to focus. “A morpheme is used when…”

You slammed your textbook closed, irritated because he’d broken your focus. With a defeated sigh, you looked at your phone and your eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets at the last text you got from Jungkook.

JUNGKOOK [11:07:35]: You’re in so much trouble. Take off your pants.

Swallowing, you stood up from your desk, looking over at the door anxiously. He sent that text two minutes ago and you knew it only took him five to get to your dorm’s parking lot by car. You only had five minutes to prepare yourself.

And you knew he didn’t appreciate you ignoring his texts.

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