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Harry Styles - Harry Styles - A lil review

Meet Me in the Hallway: 2, 3, 4… Love the soft, strumming guitar and Harry’s longing and haunting vocals. Just the way his voice breaks on the word “hallway”… So helpless-sounding and heartfelt. Ugh. Love that as the song nears its end, the instruments are stripped away one by one, and in the end there’s just one guitar and Harry’s voice, and then there’s just Harry’s voice holding that last note. Damn good, and a very clever choice. This song could last an hour long and I still would have to press “replay” over and over again.

Stand-out lyrics: “We don’t talk about it, it’s something we don’t do. ‘Cause once you do without it, nothing else will do.”

“Hoping you’ll come around, just let me know, I’ll be on the floor.”

Sign of the Times: Full-on-flush. I’ve talked about my love for this song many a time since it came out, so I’m moving on. (But I think it’s absolutely gorgeous and one of my faves.) 

Carolina: This song feels so old-school and cool. I was immediately struck by that thick bass throughout this song, LOVE it. Love the falsetto parts. Love the oh-yeah parts. Mayyyybe my least fave song on the album, but it’s still SOLID.

Stand-out lyric: “There’s not a drink that could sink her, how would I tell her that she’s all I think about? Well I guess she just found out”

Two Ghosts: Right away, the melody and harmonies… so lush. The acoustic guitar is so lovely, and I love the tone of the electric guitar on top - it almost sounds like it’s crying. This song gives me CNSY and Ryan Adams vibes, which I love, like it just breathes and moves in a really similar and nice way. Cool lil detail: The way he enunciates the ‘t’ in heartbeat at the end.

Stand-out lyric: “We’re just two ghosts swimming in a glass half empty. Trying to remember how it feels to have a heartbeat.”

Sweet Creature: A little Beatles-esque gem of a tune. This is such a soothing and flowy song, and his vocals match the tone perfectly. It’s warm-sounding and simple, and I love that he’s left a little air in this one. It feels organic and just sweeeet. And I love sweet.

Stand-out lyrics: “I always think about you and how we don’t speak enough. “
“Running through the garden, where nothing bothered us.”

Only Angel: Love the calming opening, which drags you into this really eerie and calming musical landscape. You’re ready to set up camp and hang out for a bit, and then Harry’s scream just rips you the fuck out of it. WAY to start a song, haha. Heavy guitar, the screams, the clapping, the background vocals, love it all. Such a colorful song. It’s red and blue at the same time. Tall and short at the same time. It’s pulsing, the beat is sick and his deep timbre gives me shivers..

Stand-out lyrics: “Couldn’t take you home to mother in a skirt that short, but I think that’s what I like about it.” 

“Broke a finger knocking on your bedroom door.”

“I must admit I thought about making you mine.”

Kiwi: I’m so here for these drums, and heavy guitars!! GOD. The attitude he has on this song?? It’s like he’s grabbing you by the collar, bringing you close and going “Nope, it’s just you and me”… *fans self* It’s edgy and very 70′s Brit rock, he’s belting out those notes with fierceness.
Love the “ding” after he sings “I’m gonna pay for it”, those little details are so cool and add so much to the complexity imo. And the gritty guitar solo is tasty as hell. You know when the shower is almost too hot to take? That sweet-spot, that’s what this song feels like.

Stand-out lyrics: “And now she’s all over me, it’s like I paid for it, I’m gonna pay for this.”
“I think she said ‘I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business.’”

Ever Since New York: So magical and soft. A big contrast after Kiwi, but fitting as the album cools down again. Love the drumming, there’s so much going on in this song. It’s intricate and subtle. Love that he matches his vocals to the tone and the sentiment of each track. With this song, he never tries too hard. He’s just singing like it’s the most effortless thing for him. And the stacked vocals on the chorus is a beautiful touch. Loved when he changed up the notes on this on SNL, and I wish he’d done that on the recorded version as well, but that’s a small complaint. 

Stand-out lyrics: “Choose your words, ‘cause there’s no antidote.”
“I understand I’m talking to the walls.”

Woman: Love this. His vocals are just stunning, (AGAIN) just the way he drags out the word “know” in that first line -AH! This song is so funky, so dope. It’s simple, but hella catchy. With this song, I feel like everything comes together. Like the lyrical idea feels good and goes perfectly with the sonic recording which goes great with the melody and groove. And the background vocals that start around 3:03 adds a really alluring element to the song.

Stand-out lyric: “I hope you can see the shape that I am in. While he’s touching your skin, he’s right where I should be”.

From the Dining Table: From the second you hear his lips part in this, you’re drawn in. He’s singing in a conversational way, which makes it sound really earnest and vulnerable. And that moment when the strings entered floored me the first time I heard it, it was so unexpected. A beautiful explosion of sounds. To me, this song feels like this scenario: It’s raining. You’re in bed, half asleep, there’s a candle about to smoke out, and it’s making the dozens of shadows in the room dance around..

Stand-out lyrics: “Comfortable silence is so overrated. Why won’t you ever say what you want to say.”
“Maybe one day you’ll call me and tell me that you’re sorry too,”

That last one just hit you right in the gut, because it feels so damn authentic and sincere, and that’s something that runs through the whole album imo. It feels exactly like what he should be doing. It’s so him. It never feels contrived or fake. There’s so much heart in it and you can tell that there’s a lot of hard work behind it. There’s not one stand-out weak song, I start playing the first song and I just let it run until it’s done, and that’s rare for me. So THANK YOU more than I could ever explain, Harry. I’m obsessed with this record and I needed it. ❤️ 

☆Pregnancy Series☆ Jungkook


How you tell him/happens:

A strong arm was around your waist, and a breath caressed the back of your neck. Your legs were tangled with others who were stronger and longer than yours. Your husband and you were in your house, cuddling on your white sofa. The TV was on, and it was the only thing that lit the room since all the lights were off.

Watching that new movie, you couldn’t avoid getting nervous, trying to figure out who had killed the teenager, Claire Sivan. While you were trying to find out, your husband’s hand got under your shirt slowly, well, it was actually his white T-shirt…rather one among the thousands he had. His fingers began to slowly caress your belly, drawing small circles with his fingers.

“I don’t think she’s dead.” You broke the silence, putting in your mouth a popcorn. “I’m sure Ron has kidnapped her to kill her, but he has fallen in love, but now his boss is foll-”

“Let’s have a baby." Your mouth closed at once upon hearing those words. You stretched your hand to be able to grab the remote and stop the movie. "What did you say?” You asked.

“Let’s have a baby.” Jungkook sat up on the couch. His hands gripped your waist, giving you a hug from behind. “Why so suddenly?” You looked at your husband, to see that he was biting his lower lip and smiling. His eyes widened for a moment, and his lower lip turned into a pout. 

“Oh no, no, no. Why are you making that face?”

“Taehyung is going to have his 4 son already.” Jealousy could be noticed in his tone of voice.

“Well, it’s their problem, I hope they have a good time having their own football team.” You laughed.

Jungkook laughed too, but quickly became serious. “Jimin always talks about how sweet his daughter is, Taehyung how mischievous his sons are…I honestly want to have a child already.” His serious face turned to a big smile again. “If it’s a guy, he’ll be really good at sports, and if if’s a girl, she will be too. And they’ll be really handsome, like really handsome.” Jungkook had clouds in his head, daydreaming.


“Oh come on. A few months ago you said you wouldn’t mind having kids.” Jungkook kissed your cheek. “I want to have kids with you.” His lips went to your nose, giving you a little kiss. “I really want to say that we have done something so precious.” Your lips, but he cut the kiss in seconds, looking into your eyes and smirking. “I like the process too.”

You know what happened that night.

Since that night, when Jungkook returned from practicing with his members, he passed by the pharmacy, buying several tests of pregnancy. 

Three weeks later, you were in the bathroom with one of the tests. “Have you peed already?” Jungkook shouted from the other side of the door.

“Aish Jungkook!” You complained. “I told you before that I didn’t feel like peeing. Why can’t you wait for me to feel like it?”

“We can’t wait!” He screamed again. “Besides…Why can’t I go into the bathroom with you? I’ve already seen everything.” You could notice his cockily tone.

“Yah!” Your face started to turn red. “Jeon Jungkook!”

“Yes, Miss Jeon?” He asked, knowing that he would make you blush, and Jungkook, even though he couldn’t see you, loved when you blushed because of him.

“Okay, okay. I will pee.”

Jungkook went into the bathroom, and caught you pulling your shorts up. Jungkook put on a perverted face, but quickly went to the sink, where you had left the test. “Only three minutes.” He smiled broadly. And at that moment, you realized that Jungkook really wanted to have a child, with you. “Where are the instructions?” Jungkook asked nervously. You gave him the instructions of the test, he took them with his right hand, while in the left he took the test. “Holy Shit! You’re pregnant. We’re pregnant!” Jungkook jumped happily, hugging you tightly and kissing all your face.

You smiled with happiness, the image of having a child with your husband, was beautiful.

“Wait, I’ve touched the test where you peed. Aghhh, disgusting.”

When he knows the gender (3 months of pregnancy):

“Do you have to take another test?” Jungkook asked while he put on his boots.

“Why should I take another test?” You asked while you combed your hair, looking at Jungkook on the reflection of the mirror.

“Didn’t you say that when you would be three months pregnant we could know if the baby was a boy or a girl?” Jungkook approached you, placing the front of his body against your back, his arms around your waist, hugging you.

“Yes.” You smiled at his affectionate gesture.

“Don’t you have to buy a test of those in which you pee, and if a blue bar comes out it is a boy, and if it comes out  pink, it’s a girl?”

You started laughing at what he had said. “Oh my god Jungkook, where did you get that from?” You were still laughing, and Jungkook stopped hugging you.

“Films.” Jungkook pouted, crossing his arms and refusing to kiss you until the baby was born, because you made fun of him.

And when you arrived at the hospital, Jungkook didn’t get from you. His hand gripped yours tightly, your fingers entwined. Even when you lay on the hospital bed, his hand was still gripping yours. But there was a moment when his hand let go of yours, and that was when the doctor announced that you were going to have a little boy. And he only let go of your hand, to put his hand on your cheek and kiss your lips.

Your eyes filled with tears, as did your husband’s, who kept looking on the screen to see your daughter. His hand went to his pocket, taking out his phone. “Hyung…” His voice quivered. “It’s a boy…” Jungkook burst into tears. “He’s my little man.” Happy tears. He was going to be a daddy’s boy.

Things he does for you:

  • Makes you eat so his little boy doesn’t starve.
  • Buys everything you need. Like getting up at 3 a.m to go to a shop because you want to eat some chocolate.
  • Take advice from Jimin when you are in one of your moods.
  • Massage your back and ankles.
  • Talks to the baby all the time.
  • Ask you every second if you need anything.
  • Tells you that you are sexy as always.
  • Worshipping your body and your personality.
  • Hugs you every night, wrapping an arm around your belly because he is scared that when he wakes up it’s all a dream.
  • Dances with you on the living room to make you feel more loved.
  • When you are in one of your angry moods, he will be funny as ever, trying to see that beautiful smile of yours that he loves so much.
  • He is basically whipped, even if he tries to be a little cold-faced.

What he enjoy about pregnancy:

  • Showing you off. Beautiful wife + handsome husband= Future mega handsome son.
  • When you want cuddles.
  • Trying to make your relationship and all that a little private, but can’t help smiling when ARMYS ask about you and the baby.
  • Warning his Hyungs about the new Golden Maknae.
  • Talking about what his little man will be like.
  • Trying to make Taehyung jealous of you getting pregnant before he has his 5 son.
  • “Jungkook, how did your wife got pregnant at the first try? We had to try a lot.”  “Well Jimin, it’s because of my beautiful and potent thrusts.”
  • Buying some things….a lot of things of Iron Man for his boy.
  • Buying clothes that are similar to his style. His little boy is going to be fashioned.
  • “Jungkook! He can’t wear black all the time!”  “It will make him look cool! He will be a International Playboy!”

Originally posted by yourpinkpill

The day of the birth:

You have been in the hospital since 4 a.m, when you noticed a lot of pain in the lower part of your belly. Jungkook grabbed your hand nervously and looked around, analyzing each of the doctors and the gestures they made.

At the time of giving birth, Jungkook would still be next to you, grabbing your hand. When he head the doctor that the baby was almost out, he couldn’t avoid stretching his neck, to see how the doctor’s hands took his son.

And when he saw him, he couldn’t stop smiling, a little dumbfounded, not believing that this was real.

“Jungkook…Jungkook, baby. Are you okay?” You asked, a little scared because he was spacing out.

He looked at you. “I think….”

“What Jungkook? Is something wrong?” You were worried. 

Jungkook gently grabbed the baby, balancing him slowly on his arms. “I think I’m going to cry.” He smiled, a tear falling down his eyes. “Hyungs are going to be soooo jealous. They should.” He smiled and kissed your lips. “You did a good job, baby. Thank you, rest a little.”

“Hey baby boy. I’m your daddy…” The baby smiled listening to his father’s voice. “Yeah.” Jungkook laughed. “Sounds good, right?”

Nichelle’s Dean Smut Masterlist

Dean x Reader Masterlist

The Smutty

Club Soda and Whiskey -  Dean meets reader at a rock show.

Isn’t A Dream -  No plot.  Literally zero.  This is straight up porn. With both Winchesters (no wincest).

It’s Gonna Be Like That -  Reader gets all worked up watching Dean in action.

The Mark -  Dean has the Mark. The reader can tell he’s holding back during sex and urges him to just let go.

An Impossible Choice -  Reader joins the Winchester’s to hunt. Her brother worries about her due to their reputations.  

Hexed - Dean and the reader are hexed.  Is is just a sexual curse or is there more to it?

Pacts -  The reader made a pact with Dean and Sam to meet up on a special date.  Do the brothers keep their word?

Make-Believe - Dean and reader pretend to be a couple to lure a vampire.

Complicated -  Dean gets a little jealous/turned on watching reader hustle pool.

Bad Idea -  Dean and reader have sex for the first time (together, not first time ever).

The One Where Everybody Finds Out -  Dean and reader haven’t told everyone about their relationship yet.

Broken - Demon!Dean comes looking for the reader.

Need -  Sex. Just…hot, fast, and hard. If you’re looking for plot, this isn’t the fic for you.

My Little Friend -  Dean wants to have some fun after he gets out of the shower.

The Bonfires of Beltane -  This is an AU set in the time of King Arthur. The reader loves Dean but is betrothed to Lancelot. Will they find a way to be together?

Dream A Little Dream -  Reader is a nurse in WW2. Sam is a patient, Dean comes to visit and meets reader.

Eyes On The Road -  Dean and the reader have some fun on the road.

Heathens -  Reader is a member of the Crowley’s court. What happens when he sends her on a special mission involving the Winchesters?

Stunning -  Sam and Reader pose as a couple for a hunt. How does Dean feel about it?

Simpler Times - Reader runs into childhood friends, Sam and Dean.

Someone - Reader wishes Dean would see her as more than a friend.

Mystery Box - Dean and reader enjoy their wedding night.

Pie - Two Pies, one reader, one Winchester.

Regret Part 1 - Reader runs into Dean, having not seen him since Sam went into the pit.

Regret Part 2

Cinnamon and Whiskey - Dean and reader have a tryst at the Roadhouse.

You Just Going To Stand There? - Dean helps reader with a home repair.

Magic Fingers - Prompt:  “Shit! I Uh, I think we broke it.”

Unspoken Rules - Sam is in love with the reader.  Does she feel the same way?

The Wedding - Dean and reader attend a wedding.  Reader gets a little handsy.

Play Time - Dean brings home a new toy.

Born To Run - Reader does what she does best when Dean gets too close, she runs.

Failure - Dean is doubting himself after a hunt gone wrong.  Reader tries to help him see his worth.

What Comes Next? - Dean and the reader are on a long road trip.

Bad Moon - Bartender!Reader meets Dean in her bar. 

What Was That?  - Dean discovers the reader is ticklish, which leads to a more surprising discovery.  

Bless Me Father - Father!Dean and reader have a little fun.

Birthday Blues - Dean forgets the reader’s birthday.

Roadhouse - The reader visits the Roadhouse with Sam and Dean, only to find out that Jo wants Dean and hates the reader.

For Science - Reader finds Sam and Dean arguing over who is better in bed. She offers to be the judge, for science…of course.

Love Me Some Pie - You live in the bunker with the brothers.  You and Dean have chemistry, but neither one of you has made the first move.

Dr. Winchester - You are a super clumsy hunter living in the bunker with the Winchesters. You harbor feelings for Dean, but you don’t think you’re his type.

Bloodlust  - You are a sexually frustrated hunter.  

Tune Up - Dean discovers that you know how to tune up your car, it’s a major turn on for him.

Mine - Dom!Dean, basically just porn.

Forgive Me - Dean broke your heart. Sam calls you to help with a case. Can you handle seeing Dean again?

House Hunting - House “hunting” with Dean.

Ride A Winchester - Prompt: Reverse Cowgirl

Can’t Stay Long - Dean shows up after a long time away from the reader.

Rising to the Challenge - Angry, angry sex.

Just Drive - Dean wants to take a break from research to catch a movie. He convinces the reader to go with him.

The Bet - The reader and Dean place a bet to see who can go the longest without masturbating.

Pieces of His Heart - The reader asks something of Dean and he regrets refusing her.

Simon Imagine - sad break ups and drunken make ups part 2

REQUESTED:  “Part 2 to sad break ups and drunken make ups? Like you’re trying to get your lives back together and your relationship back on track, and everything feels so new again”


Waking up next to Simon the day after the party was weird to say the least. The feeling of his naked chest against my back was both comforting and unnerving. It was a feeling I had missed, but also a silent confirmation of my fears: so we had definitely done stuff last night. I let my eyes wander around the familiar room, trying to look for some sort of change, some sort of tell tale to what had gone on whilst I had been away. But everything just looked exactly the same.

“Y/n? Are you awake?”

Oh that morning voice. My heart expanded in my chest, tripling it’s size. I wanted to remain silent; this moment was not to be ruined by words. However, as I felt his body shift behind me, I turned to face Simon.

“Yes.” I breathed, my voice timid and croaky after all the alcohol last night. “I’m awake.”

He looked down at me, his great blue eyes burning holes into mine. I thought maybe he might say anything - but he didn’t. Instead he just remained quiet, his arms returning cautiously to my naked waist. For some odd reason I felt extremely insecure in my naked state. My mind turned to wandering whether he was in the same manner underneath the covers. After as long apart as we had had, I felt as if Simon was a new person. It felt like being in the dating stage: everything is slightly awkward, uncomfortable, and you’re always on egg shells. 

This is what it felt like currently lying with Simon.

“Do I dare ask what this means for us or will it ruin this moment right here?” 

He broke the silence first, resting his head against the pillow as he looked at me. It occurred to me that perhaps he was trying to find an answer in my face as an alternative to in my words. This is always how our relationship went in the past. I broke the eye contact, looking down at his bare chest, tracing his anatomy with my fingers. 

“I think you just asked.”

His face broke into a timid smile. “It’s good to see you haven’t lost your sense of humour.”

“Never,” I whispered, mirroring his smirk. “Simon what does this mean?”

His body tensed, but the words were already out, no taking them back. I wanted to bury my face in his chest and hide, already feeling exposed enough without my clothes, let alone now asking the dreaded question no one wants to hear while lying next to their ex after a drunken night. But as I looked down, my face heating, he placed a hand under my chin and lifted it.

“Y/n, it’s whatever you want it to be. I love you and you know that. That’s never ever gonna change. But I don’t want you to feel pressured, and that’s why I’m making this your call.”

I chuckled at the irony. No pressure, Y/n, but everything that happens from now is completely your call. Great. 

What did I want to happen? I loved Simon, I knew this, but everything in the world of Minter moves so damn fast, and I didn’t want a repeat of last time. I didn’t want to end up hurt and alone again. The thought made my eyes sting.

“Hey,” he cooed, his voice soft and warming. “Don’t get upset, okay, you don’t have to decide anything straight away. Just know I’m not going anywhere until you do. I want you, Y/n.”

I avoided his eye again, feeling painfully shy at the raw confessions, for some reason. 

“I want you too, Simon.” 

His body visibly relaxed at my revelation, however I pressed my palm to his chest, looking up at him.

“But we have to take it slow, okay. It’s not a relationship yet. It’s just…seeing eachother. We have to get to know eachother again.”

His eyes flashed with an emotion I did not recognise, and I felt my heart wrench a little. Was this not what he wanted? Was it even what I wanted? This all just seemed too much.

“Okay. Getting to know eachother again. Deal.”

“Thank you, Simon.”

“Y/n, it’s fine. Now what exactly does slow mean?”

“It just means less intensity. Less talk of the future, less involvement from fans, less travelling and all that jazz. I just want us to be happy together, just us, without any added labels. Is that okay with you?”

“Anything’s okay with me as long as you’re involved, Y/n.”

I smiled up at him as he propped his head up on his elbow, his face in his hand.

“I missed you, Simon.”

“I missed you more than you know, Y/n. Now one last question.”


“I can still touch you right?”

I laughed, hitting his shoulder playfully. 

“Well that depends on your behaviour, Mr Minter.”

He smiled, mouthing a ‘whatever’ at me as he lay back down. I turned to lay on my back and he put his arms over me, rubbing his hands over my stomach, my breasts, my thighs. 

“I’m getting to know your body,” he breathed against my earlobe.

“I think you know that well enough.”

“Oh I’ll never know it well enough, Y/n, believe me.”

You’re Boring When You’re Sick

Joe’s eyes flew open at the cool touch on his forehead, his body jerking in shock, and through the dim lighting in his room, he managed to focus on the blue eyes filled with worry.

“Jack?” He rasped out, attempting to sit up, but was easily pushed back down onto the bed.

“Just stay laying down, no point in sitting up.” Jack spoke softly, his touch gentle against Joe, “You’re burning up, love.”


“You’ve got a fever.”

“Not that bad,” Joe mumbled, even as his eyes drifted shut again, the shock of another person there fading. “What’re you doing here?”

“Well, when you didn’t answer my multiple phone calls, or text messages, I got worried.” Jack ran his fingers through Joe’s hair, “Especially since you said you weren’t feeling good last night.”

“Last night?” Joe blinked wearily up at Jack, “Wait…what time is it?”

“It’s like…noon.”

“What?” Joe tried to sit up again, but the world began to spin rapidly, so he let himself fall back into the bed, his eyes closed tightly, “I have meetings…”

“I’ve already called for you,” Jack assured him, frowning slightly, “I’ve been here for like half an hour, Joe.”

Taking a couple more breaths, Joe opened his eyes, glad to see the world had stopped spinning for now, “You have?”

“Wow, you really are sick…”

“Just a small cold.” Joe tried to offer a smile, but it felt weak on his lips.

“And if I were to take your temperature right now?” Jack challenged, an eyebrow raised as he stared down at the sick man.

“Okay, so maybe not just a cold…”

“Did you take an medicine? Or eat anything? Drink any water?”


“No, Joe. You need to drink something, especially if you have a fever. You’re going to sweat yourself into dehydration.”

“Considering I didn’t even realize it was the next day,” Joe muttered, curling up on his side, exhaustion washing over him, “No, I haven’t had anything to drink.”

“You’re really shit at taking care of yourself.”

“Isn’t that why you’re here?”

“You’re falling asleep, aren’t you?”

“Shh…” Joe whispered.

The next time Joe woke up, it was so he could roll out of bed and run for the bathroom before the contents in his stomach made another appearance anywhere but in the toilet.

Jack found him hunched over the toilet, groaning pathetically.

“Here,” He nudged Joe with the bottle of water, “Drink this.”



Turning his head to look up at Jack, Joe lifted a limp hand to grab the bottle, “You sound like a parent scolding their child.”

“I feel like I am.”


Reaching over him, Jack flushed the toilet before grabbing a facecloth and wetting it, crouching beside Joe, “Come on, babe.”

“Can’t I just stay here?” Joe whined, leaning back against Jack as the younger man wiped off his face, “It’s nice in here.”

“You really want to hang out in the bathroom?”

“Closer to the toilet if needed.”

“But your bed is comfier.”

“Alright. You win.”

“Always do.” Jack replied, kissing Joe’s temple quickly before helping him to stand.

After a bit of a struggle, he had Joe back in bed, the blankets pulled up and over him.

“Try and get some more sleep, I think your fever finally broke,” Jack said softly, running his fingers up and down Joe’s arm.

“Can you stay, please?”

“Of course.”

Joe let his eyes fall closed as he listened to Jack strip out of his joggers and shirt, sighing contently at the familiar body as it climbed into bed behind him.

“Thanks for taking care of me,” He mumbled, his fingers lacing together with Jack’s as he relaxed back against him.

“I’ll always take care of you, you know that.”

“Yeah, I do.”

“Now get some sleep. You need to be better.” Jack told him, kissing Joe’s bare shoulder lightly. “You’re boring when you’re sick.”

“Oh, cheers.”


Dean Ambrose/OC. For Anon:  A student/teacher fic. You’re at university not high school, and he’s a young professor who always wears tight fitting shirts and tight jeans. You develop a huge crush on him over the few years of him being your teacher, and on your last day of your final year, he makes you stay behind after class and tells you he knows you think he’s hot and smut happens and he tells you that you’ll keep in contact after this.

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Reader Gender: Female

Warnings: Fighting, violence, blood and a ton of angst.

Request: Could I have an imagine where the reader is left behind to be protected in a fight but while the pack are gone the reader gets hurt (nearly killed) by Void Stiles. Could it be reaaalllyy angsty and the reader may be having a little love thing with stiles??? LOOVVEE YOUR WRITING BABE 💕💕💕💕


“Y/N, due to your recent injury you’ll have to stay here while we hunt down the nogitsune.” Derek ordered, looking over the pack as you grumbled, flopping back onto the couch where you sat. “I broke my finger, not my leg!” You protest, holding up your  hand, the small purple cast covering your hand and a small part of your wrist, the purple plaster already decorated with various signatures and doodles. “I know, but we want you to be safe. You never know how it could effect you.” Scott said, giving you a small smile as you sighed, crossing your arms and wincing slightly as you accidently pressed against your broken finger.

The pack had been gone for almost an hour now, trying to track the void through the town, whist you sat on the couch , trying (and failing) to change the TV channel with one hand immobile. You threw the remote to the side, focusing your attention back to what could possibly be the most boring documentary that had ever been created. Who cared about crab migration? You certainly didn’t, but you were unable to accurately hit any buttons or to hold the remote, either way you were stuck watching footage of crabs crawling along the sea floor. Just as you felt you couldn’t watch another second of the documentary you heard the familiar sound of the heavy door sliding open. You stood up, ready to greet the pack and thank them for rescuing them from your boredom. “You really need to leave me with some proper-“ You cut yourself off as you turned around, and instead of seeing the pack, saw only Stiles standing behind the door. You inched back, wary of the teenage boy. “Stiles?” You questioned, praying that it was the real deal. The dark smile that appeared on his face told you otherwise. “Stiles isn’t here right now.” The only plan you could think of was to stall, and hope the pack would find you before anything could happen. “Did the pack find you?” You query, your eyes slowly looking over to where your phone was sitting on the table, wondering wether you could make a dash for it and call Derek or Scott before the nogitsune caught you. “They didn’t find us, your poor puppies aren’t as capable without you.”

Everything erupted after that, you darted towards the table and the void ran forward as well. Just as you gripped your phone with your good hand a were pulled back by the back of your shirt, a gasp emerging as you hit the cold floor. Your phone fell from your hand, landing just out of reach. You groaned, trying to sit up when a sudden weight on your chest made you look up. The nogitsune was standing above you, a sinister smirk on his face as he pressed his sneakered foot onto your chest, pining you to the ground. You winced, trying to winch yourself out from his hold. You groaned, as he pressed down harder, you let out a small cry as you felt your ribs start to bend and groan in protest. The ancient spirit bent down, fisting his hand into the front of your shirt, hoisting you off the ground, lifting you to his eye level. You dragged in desperate breaths, trying to find your footing as he held you off the ground. His dead eyes bored into your fearful ones, that evil smirk still gracing his face.

One second you were being held off the ground, the next your head had snapped to the side, a sickening crack emerging from your nose. You screamed, feeling the pain immediately as the blood began to trickle out of your nose. The nogitsune repeatedly hit you, hard punches raining down on your face, more blood and bruises appearing every second. He threw you to the ground, and in an instinctive act you put your hand out to catch your fall. Your casted hand. It gave out, the pain being to intense to stop the fall and your head connected to the ground, a muffled thump emerging as you let out a cry, tears leaking out of your swollen arms. You gurgled, spitting blood out of your mouth as you lay on the ground, being too weak to stand or fight. The nogitsune kneeled beside you, his face taunting you ay continued to groan and cry, occasional whimpers emerging from your bloodied mouth. “It’s a pity someone so pretty like you got caught up with the wrong ground.” He said, and with that he wrapped his large hands around your throat, throttling you. You tried to claw at his hands, panicking as you lost your already limited supply of oxygen. Your attempts were fruitless, and the fox tightened his grip, watching as you tried to beg, as your lips formed half-spoken words. He kept his grip tight around your throat until your eyes rolled backwards into your head, your body going limp. He gave your throat one last squeeze before he stood, wiping his hands on his worn jeans, getting your blood off of his hands. And with that he left, leaving your broken and bloody body in the middle of the loft for the pack to discover. Because while they were hunting him, he was hunting you.

A/N: Thank you so much for leaving this amazing request! Once I jinxed my rowing coach and pranked her into thinking I broke my finger and then she broke hers. Anywaysssss, I hope you enjoy it! Lots of love xxx

Getting Inked

Hey, more Priestly! So, Priestly today, more Good To You tomorrow, and, hopefully, some Halloween goodness on Monday, which means more Priestly. And titles continue to ruin my life. Don’t forget to read the previous part, guys!

Also, we’re going to ignore that a Hamilton reference is in this, because, hell, I’ve been thinking of getting a tattoo similar to the one I describe and I wasn’t sure what else to put there.

Fandom: Ten Inch Hero
Pairing: Priestly x Reader
Inspiration: ElRoy’s marvelous imagine. Also, you should be following her in general. She’s kind of the best. :D
Words: 1,704
Previous Parts: The Kilt Is Sexy
Tagging: @wayward-marvel-and-more @marvelfanuniverse @jotink78 @loverose14impala @creatively-charlie @vaisabu @bunny-the-lifeguard 

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[ halloween ]

mingyu drags you to a halloween festival and really wants you to go through the haunted house.

“I know you’re just scared, Y/N, it’s okay”

“I’m not scared I just don’t feel like going.”

You pulled the soft cotton blanket up to your chin as you shot your boyfriend daggers from across the room. His tall form leaned against the doorframe with a devilish smirk plastered across his lips as he watched you stuffing your face with shovelfuls of popcorn.

The whole week the popular Halloween Festival had been advertised across newspapers and radio stations leaving the attraction rounding in many people looking for some fun a few nights before Halloween. Mingyu had been one of those people who just could not resist wanting to go.

He had been eyeing the festival all week and it especially became an attraction when his members decided they were going. Of course the little puppy came searching for you almost begging you to go after declining him many times. Shoving another handful of popcorn into your mouth you reached for the remote to turn up the volume.

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daydreaminglikeabadass  asked:

hi! can i request sentence 14 ft. akaashi somehow??

14.  “I think I broke him.”

So sorry that this took me like a hundred years to write. My imagination up and walked out for a couple of days, leaving a boring, thoughtless shell of a brain behind it.

The coffee shop was busy and buzzing with the sound of chattering customers. Kuroo had somehow managed to snag himself, Bokuto, and Akaashi the best spots in the house by the fireplace. They were drinking coffee and catching up on each other’s lives. Kuroo sat in a big comfy armchair across from the love seat that Bokuto and Akaashi were sharing. It was nice to see them again. They were all so busy with university, and Bokuto with the national team, that it was hard to get a chance to all get together. 

He listened intently to Bokuto going on excitedly about a new training regime he’d started. When Bokuto finally paused to take a drink of his decaf coffee, Kuroo took the chance to jump in. 

“So,” he said with a sly smile, “A little birdie told me you two are thinkin’ about moving in together.” 

Bokuto beamed and threw an arm around Akaashi, nearly making him spill his drink. “Yeah! I finally convinced Keiji that it would be a great idea!”

“More that it wouldn’t be an absolutely terrible one,” Akaashi quipped, placing his mug down on the coffee table in front of them. 

Bokuto only shrugged, still exuding pure sunshine.

“That’s awesome.” Kuroo swished his coffee around in his mug. “So, you’re not worried about the good ol’ romance shriveling up and dying once you learn all of each other’s gross habits?” 

“That could never happen,” Bokuto scoffed, “I already know all of the weird and gross stuff Keiji does.” 

Kuroo snorted.

“Thank you for that, Bokuto-san,” Akaashi said, giving his boyfriend a mild look. 

Bokuto snickered and brought his coffee cup to his lips. 

Akaashi turned to Kuroo. “I’m not too concerned about that either, Kuroo-san. We can worry about keeping the romance alive when we’re married.”

Bokuto promptly choked on his coffee and started to sputter. 

“Wh-uhhh, y-y-y-y-you, you uhhh…“ he trailed off, staring wide-eyed at Akaashi with his mouth hanging open and his cheeks pink. 

All the while Kuroo cackled with glee.  

Bokuto remained stalled while Akaashi seemingly inspected him.

“Hm,” He ran his fingers through Bokuto’s hair fondly, “I think I broke him.” 

“Ah, well I guess you can’t marry him now.” 

Akaashi shrugged. “I’ll just return him for a new model and marry that one.”

That’s when Bokuto’s brain finally started up again. “AgaAAASHii!” he yelled, grabbing Akaashi by the shoulders, “You wanna marry me? Really?”

“Not if you keep shouting like that in the middle of this coffee shop.”

Bokuto made some sort of delighted squawking noise and then buried his still pink face into Akaashi’s neck. Akaashi rested his cheek on the top of his head, and put an arm around him. 

“Aww,” Kuroo drawled, “aren’t you two just adorable.” 

He was flipped off by a very lovesick looking Akaashi. 

Kuroo chuckled and sipped at his coffee, thinking to himself that they definitely didn’t have anything to worry about. 

anonymous asked:

I think I broke my finger during basketball, could you help?

I think the best thing you can do is go to a doctor, take an X ray and be careful with your finger. Try to not keep moving it.

Go to a doctor as soon as possible, so you’ll heal faster, okay?

image not mine, I’m just not going to post this silliness to the original: THIS IS FOR PURE FUN. IT’A AN UNTRUTH, with no underlying messages to crucify me for. Just look at those baby faces, I couldn’t help myself!

INDIE TOUR SHENANIGANS. I wrote this so fast guys,it’s short and ridiculous.

Sandy’s got a black eye again, angry red from his temple to the corner of his nose; it’s going to be swollen purple before they even make it back to the van.  He’s still sweaty from the crowd, curls wild and damp on his forehead—he’s got a belligerent twist to his mouth, and half a ukulele tucked under his arm.  Hillary can only imagine where the other half went.  

She slumps into Barack’s side with a groan, and Barack absently tips his hat down over his eyes and pats the top of her head.

She’s tired.

She doesn’t need this shit, especially on the tail end of seven weeks stuck in a van with these three yahoos: Mr. Cool and Suave, with his all-American smile, Heart Throb “B-rock” Obama, and then there’s their mess of a banjo/ tambourine/et al player, who throws himself headlong into every kind of fight imaginable, just to see how many times he can conceivably break his nose before it just gives up and falls off his face.

He opens his mouth and she points her finger at him, judging.

She says, “No.”

Just slightest hint of sheepishness edges into his expression. He says, “I kind of got Tim arrested.”

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Acquaintances Renewed

This ficlet is part of the Jamie Through the Stones AU which starts with Third Time’s the Charm.

This ficlet is a direct continuation from Old Friends in Inverness

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Available on AO3 as Written in the Stones

This Outlander canon divergence AU ficlet alludes to information/events that appear in Voyager.

Let me know what you think.

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