this book will eat you heart for breakfast and drink your tears

Be mine, angel - Sirius Black x Reader


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: Hey sweetie I just read your last Sirius writing and I got the idea of him x reader where she is the most wanted girl in the school but suprisingly doesn’t attend the yull ball and Sirius (bc he loves her) then goes to her room and find her crying?💞💞💞💞 
Warnings: swearing? a bit? My English.
Pic isn’t mine. Credits to its original owner.


It was a bit annoying.  Not that you weren’t enjoying it, but after a while it just became tiring. You had to decline an invitation to a date almost three times a day. Some of them were really persistent; They would ask you out almost every day just to receive a forced smile and a no, no thank you. You were known to be the female version on the school’s heartbreaker, but not exactly. You didn’t sleep around with everyone. Actually, you have never said yes to anyone. And that’s because you only wanted one person. That heartbreaker. His name was a synonym for one-night-stand and other even less complemental things. You, however, never gave a single sign that you were interested. You liked your heart whole and not in pieces, thank you very much.
You were about to join the conversation that was held among your friends-more like Lily being overdramatic about James, but you understood her very well-when someone, a cute Hufflepuff, walked right in front of you.
“Hello” you greeted him. You knew where the whole thing would lead but being rude to someone was not your thing. Well, not always. If anyone, anyone at all was all over your friends for any reason, you were fierce, like a tiger protecting her babies. It was just your nature.
“Hello Y/N” he addressed you kindly. He was really cute, handsome even. There was one problem though. He wasn’t him. It would be really selfish of you to date people like understudies because you couldn’t have the one you wanted. It wasn’t fair.
“Would you like to go out on a date with me? Hogsmeade maybe?” he asked you with hope burning in his eyes. You took a deep breath. It wasn’t exactly easy to decline everyone.
“You are sweet. Thank you, really. But I have to say no. Sorry” you said sweetly, with a sympathetic smile. You really didn’t mean to hurt his feelings. He smiled back at you, a bit sad.
“It’s okay. See you” he waved you goodbye while he was walking away. You hmphed. You hadn’t noticed that the guys were standing right behind you, having witnessed the whole scene. Therefore, when you turned around, expecting to find Lily and Marlene, you slightly jumped in surprise.
“Hello, boys” you cooed. You wouldn’t admit, really, but you tried to flirt with him in a subtle way in every chance given. You all walked towards the Great Hall in order to eat breakfast. Yes, your first decline was before 8. It was going to be a big day.
“Hello, love. Tell me something. How does it feel to break hearts?” Sirius asked you mockingly. You weren’t that innocent to drop it.
“Why don’t you answer that yourself, love?” you said, emphasizing the last word, almost spelling it out loud, voice like honey. He smirked. Merlin, you loved that smirk of his. Just as every other girl.
“Where have you been all my life?” he asked flirtily. That was just your thing. You would flirt with each other shamelessly but it would stop about there.
“Hiding from you” you said in a fake sweet tone while you batted your eyelashes once and pierced his eyes with your look. The guys laughed but he wasn’t going to stop yet. Lily was eyeing you knowingly. You knew that she believed that you should stay away from him. In all honesty, you had tried it. And failed. Miserably.
 “Go on, don’t be shy, babe. Ask me out” he winked at you. You smiled innocently and played with a strand of your hair.
“Okay” you answered while smiling wider. He was taken aback. You took a deep breath pretending to be stressed out.
“Get out” you said, dropping the smile and the fake tone and showing him the exit.
Marlene snorted. For a second, you thought that he looked hurt, but nah.
“Padfoot, stop flirting. Let us eat breakfast in peace” Remus asked pleadingly. He was trying to read a book at the same time. You smiled apologizingly towards him.
“I’m not flirting. I’m just being extra nice to someone who is extra attractive” Sirius informed him wiggling his eyebrows, causing Peter to choke on his porridge.
For a while you ate in silence, secretly thanking Merlin. You poured some milk into your coffee, bringing to your lips, taking a sip.
“I know milk does good for the body but damn girl, how much did you drink?”. You choked. He grinned triumphantly.


You had learned that a Ball would take place here, in Hogwarts. Christmas Eve. Your days were getting more and more annoying. You couldn’t recall how many times you’ve had answered a simple ‘no’ because it was exhausting. And today was the day your heart broke, the day of the ball. You were sitting alongside Remus in the common room. He was reading a book and you were thinking and dozing off while staring at the fire.
“I am going to the ball with Black!” Marlene exclaimed too happy to notice your strained face. It was like all air left your lungs. You wanted to be happy for her, but you couldn’t bring yourself to feel. Anything. Everything was such a blur. You were numb. You couldn’t believe you were so stupid to actually think he would ever look at you like that. But why Marlene? Why your friend?
“Hey. Y/N! Aren’t you excited?” Lily asked you beaming herself. She had said yes to James. Everyone was happy. Happy. You took a deep breath and shook that word out of your mind.
“I am! You girls have fun!” you said with a fake smile that only Remus got. He furrowed his eyebrows but soon his eyes widened momentarily as he probably came to the same realization you had, three years ago. He looked at you with the question burning in his eyes. You just nodded with the slightest movement. He wouldn’t sell you out.  Thankfully nobody understood that you weren’t about to go.  
“Have fun Rem” you wished him as you stood up, leaving the common room, heading to your dorm. The girls were probably in Lily’s room so you would be alone. Remus tried to call you but you didn’t respond. You just kept going.  Oh, Merlin.  It was going be one hell of a night. In a very bad way.


You could hear the giggles and the laughs. You could almost taste the sappy sappy romance. You could sense the tension between some couples. The sexual tension, that is. But you couldn’t see because of the tears. It had hit you. All those boys asking you out… they never truly liked you. They liked the way you looked. Looks fade fast. Not one… not even one had ever bothered to actually meet you. To talk to you. To befriend you. No one. They just wanted the body. But you weren’t a body. You were a soul, a mind, a heart, feelings, emotions, thoughts. A mess. A chaos. And no one could handle you. He may have stabbed you but you handed him the knife. You showed him where your weak spots are. This was your fault. You should have listened to Lily and stay away. Now it’s really too late. Too late.
The door slammed open, revealing a rather worried Sirius. The day was getting better and better by the second. You hid your face in your palms. You were sitting on your bed, knees to your chest and- you were a mess.
He closed the door behind him. You wanted to scream at him to get out, but your mouth wouldn’t obey.
“What’s wrong love?” he asked you. He came closer, sat on the bed next to you.
“Stop it. Please” you whispered. You couldn’t keep pretending. Him, calling you love?
“Stop what love?”. His voice revealed concern. Why did he care?
“CALLING ME LOVE” you snapped, tears staining your cheeks, lips trembling, hair falling out of your messy bun. You couldn’t stop now.
“Stop calling me love. Flirting with me. Smirking. Laughing. Smiling. Touching me. Stop being in my life. Just stop. Go to Marlene and leave me alone” you whispered-yelled. You were sobbing. Hard. He was taken aback.  
“You’re jealous?” he asked indiscriminately but there was something more.
“YES I AM JEALOUS! I am in love with you, you moron. I can’t stand the fact that you’re flirting and sleeping with everyone and that you are with Marls now. She is my friend, Sirius. My friend. Why her? You could any girl you wanted. Why her?”. The words flew before you could contain them.
“Because I couldn’t have you. Or so I thought. Because of you, my reality is better than my dreams” he breathed out, voice low and sincere. He grabbed your legs, wrapped one of his arms around your waist, making you sit on his lap, straddling him. His other hand cupped your cheek, his thumb wiping off your tears away. He gripped your chin, forcing your head up.
“Did you know there are 21 letters in the alphabet?” he asked you, with a playful smile. You blinked.
“There are 26” you answered pouting.
“Oh right I always forget U R A Q T”* he concluded and you cracked a smile. He beamed.
“There it is. My favorite curve. Well…” he trailed off. He squeezed your bum and you let out a laugh.
“Be mine, angel”.

*U R A Q T= You are a cutie (just in case!)

you: El probably told Hopper about the Snow Ball dance

me:

Kept Promises - a Stranger Things Fic

When Eleven joins Hopper for breakfast the man looks almost… angry.

Not angry, though. Eleven has seen him angry – at her, at others. It is very recognizable and this is not that. He looks unhappy, but then, he always looks some kind of unhappy. Even his smiles look unhappy. He had once asked her why she was angry with him when she had not been angry at all, and she was starting to see that some people’s faces just had looks to them, whether they wanted those looks or not. Hopper’s look is unhappy.

But he looks like he means it, this unhappy look. She’s seen it before when he comes back late from work, or when she asks him a question he doesn’t want to answer. It means something is not going the way he wants it to. She’s sure there’s a word for it, and wishes she knew it; it’s something she feels often. It probably means he’s not angry with her, but she’s still on edge.

In the days since the closing of the Gate (twenty-five days – she doesn’t mean to start counting them again, but it had become a habit), Hopper had been around more, trying to keep her company when she’s brought back into hiding. He brings her books on stars, which neither of them really understand but that’s kind of nice, in a way. There are even nights he let them go outside, not far, just to look up at the sky through the trees before going in and drinking cocoa.

It’s nice, even if Eleven knows confinement will always weigh on her, and that eventually his life outside will take more of his attention again. She is trying to enjoy what she can. She only hopes that this current mood of his isn’t signifying a beginning of the end.

It’s at this point in her thinking over breakfast that she notices he has barely eaten, and that he keeps looking at her. Getting worried, she catches his eye. He doesn’t look away, or pretend he wasn’t caught. That’s good. He doesn’t say anything. That’s less good.

“Did… Did something happen?” She asks at last. She feels like if it were bad he’d tell her, but she isn’t sure she believes that.

He holds the silence a moment longer before giving a sigh that’s almost a growl. He shifts, grabbing something in his pocket, all the while muttering, “Yeah, you could say something happened.” He sounds a little closer to angry, but in a tired way. 

Hopper takes what he found in his pocket – a folded up paper – and passes it to her. “Found this under the front door this morning. It’s for you.”

She unfolds it once, to see it’s an envelope. On the front, in big red-crayon handwriting is “El”.

Eleven can’t remember if she’s seen his writing, to know it. But it doesn’t matter. She still knows.

“Mike,” she says, touching the writing. She’s smiling, she knows she is, but she can’t stop it.

“It’s unsigned,” Hopper says, bringing her back to where she is. “But I can’t imagine who else would do this.” Her heart is pounding away in her chest, but she tries to control her smile. She thinks she understands his mood now, and wonders how she didn’t recognize it earlier; this is his Mike-mood. “You gonna open it?” He adds.

She looks at the envelope again, then back at him. “Did you?”

He sighs again, but says, “Yes.” No explanation, no defense, just the truth. That’s enough for her.

She opens the flap and pulls out another folded paper. This one is a pretty blue color, and unfolds twice before she can see what is on it.

There are white snowflake drawings all around the edges and scattered throughout the paper. The lettering is white, too, a little hard to read on the blue, but it’s much neater than Mike’s crayon. The words are just as big though, and easily she reads:

SNOW BALL
Saturday December 15
6-8 PM
Hawkins Middle School Gymnasium

“Gymnasium,” Hopper says, and Eleven realizes she has been reading the words aloud before getting stuck on that one. She’s heard it, just never read it. It doesn’t matter. She’s barely thinking of details in that moment. She’s thinking about Mike. She’s thinking about his smile and his big dark eyes and the way he values promises more than anyone she’s ever met. Of course he remembers, even so many hundreds of days later. 

We can go to the Snow Ball.

Promise?

Promise.

She still isn’t sure she exactly understands what ‘a cheesy school dance’ is, but she remembers the promise and she remembers the kiss (she’s seen kisses on TV since, sees that there are people who are kissed often by their special person and envies them), and she decides it doesn’t matter whatever it is. She’d see Mike again. She reads the words again and her chest feels tight like it does when she’s going to cry. But in that moment she’s not unhappy. She’s not unhappy at all. 

Hopper clears his throat and she looks up at last. At the look on his face, her chest feels even tighter and her smile disappears as she truly grasps why he is in this mood. He isn’t angry with her, or with Mike. This is a different angry, an angry she does feel often, an angry with the world, with its unfairness. Angry because they both know in that moment that there is no point in her asking. They know what he is going to say. 

I know that you miss him, alright? But it’s too dangerous.

Except he doesn’t say it. 

He doesn’t say anything again. He looks at her, and at the paper in her hands, and at the envelope with ‘El’ on it. 

You’re gonna see him soon. And not just in that head of yours.

He still doesn’t say it.

You’re gonna see him in real life.

Instead he says this: “I’m meeting with Owens next week. The guy from the lab, Owens?” She nods, remembering the injured man they passed when closing the Gate. He sighs, running a hand through his hair. “I’ll- I’ll talk to him, alright?”

Eleven blinks. Did she hear him correctly?

“He owes me one, and he’s already gonna give me a clear timeframe for when you can leave. A real one. No more ‘soon’.” He notices that she looks more than a little lost; there is so much he has just given her to take in. He offers a small smile, shaking his head and continuing. “What I’m saying is, regardless, I’ll see what I can pull. About getting you a night.”

Eleven can feel tears welling up in her eyes. “You’re letting me go?”

“It’s not a promise,” Hopper says quickly. “I can’t guarantee anything. But I’ll try, kid. I’ll try. You… you deserve this. Now eat your breakfast before it’s cold,” he adds, before she can say anything.

Hastily, wiping at her tears she nods again and returns to her meal, but not before she manages a hoarse, “Thank you.”

And when Hopper smiles back, Eleven thinks there might not even be any unhappiness to it. 

Simple Man (Part 3)

Originally posted by justjensenanddean

Summary: Reader and Dean might finally be starting to get along?…

Part 1 Part 2

Pairing: cop!Dean x reader

Word Count: 1,900ish

Warnings: language

A/N: Last part later today!…


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BTS Reaction: You Finally Remember Him

Continuation of: BTS Reaction: You Have Amnesia

@t0kistar said:

“Bts reaction when you finally remember them or fall in love with them again. 💟 (to heal my broken heart from the last ask ❤)”

I was hoping someone would request this. I didn’t want to leave my beloved followers with a broken heart 💔💖

I’m so sorry this took so long. Hope you enjoy! 😘

Jin:

Even though you can’t remember him, Jin loves making you laugh. In fact, it seems to be his favorite thing to do. He turns some music on and dances rediculously around your apartment until your stomach is burning from all the laughter.

You’re slumped on the floor, holding your stomach as you fight for breath, tears of laughter in your eyes. He picks you up from the floor and sits down on the couch, setting you in his lap. He’s happy he was able to take your mind off things.

He plays with your hair, braiding it loosely when you sit up, somehow knowing that’s what he wanted to do. As you feel his hands in your hair, you gradually remember other times like this, where there was laughter and cuddles. It all comes slamming back into your mind and you quickly twist around, staring at Jin’s pout when your hair is pulled from his hands.

You turn around, straddling him and sitting back on his thighs. You bring your finger up to trace his plump lips as you remember what it felt like to kiss them for the first time. His eyes are watching you carefully as you lean forward.

“Jinnie,” you breathe just before your lips meet his and his eyes widen at the nickname, tears pooling in them as he kisses you back.

Originally posted by pinksugamonster


Yoongi:

He did create new memories with you. But also relived old memories, hoping it would help you remember. He took you to your favorite date spot, by the river, after the sun had gone down. He prepared a picnic for you, all your favorite foods. And, although you had no memory of your relationship, he was so obviously in love with you and just so caring, it was impossible for you not to fall for him. You two drew close again, but you always noticed the sad look in his eyes.

You’re finally comfortable enough to go to his studio while he is working on a new song. When you step into the studio, you hear him quietly rapping his new lyrics. This is the first time you’ve heard him rap since you lost your memory. You stop in your tracks, head tilting to the side as you listen. The lyrics are sad, and it breaks your heart to know you’ve caused such sadness.

A memory flashes through your mind. You see Yoongi on stage, passionately spouting his lyrics. Then he looks at you in the crowd and smiles. You get the same jolt in your chest, butterflies fluttering in your stomach, as you see the look of love in his eyes. It all comes flooding back to you and you gasp at the pain in your head. You drop to your knees and Yoongi’s immediately at your side asking frantically what’s wrong.

“I remember,” you whisper. Flinging your arms around his neck, you let out a sob. “I remember.”

Yoongi squeezes you tightly, burying his head in your neck, and you feel the dampness of his tears against your skin as he cries in joy.

Originally posted by jkookisdaddy

Namjoon:

You’re constantly remembering things…except Namjoon. When your family came to see you at the hospital, memories flooded back and you were plagued by a migraine for days.

You remember how Namjoon cried at your bedside and it breaks your heart that he’s so devastated. You relearn the things he likes and dislikes. He’s always drinking coffee, so you learn to make it the way he likes.

When you walk through his studio door with another cup of coffee, he doesn’t notice you. Headphones over his ears, he bobs his heat to the beat he’s making. You stand there and watch, laughing softly at his random hand gestures.

You walk up behind him and tap him on the shoulder. He jumps, spinning around and knocking the coffee from your hand. It spills down your shirt.

“Shit, I’m sorry!” He runs to get a towel and cones back to see you standing frozen in the exact same position.

“You okay?”

You turn to look at him, eyes wet with unshed tears. “Remember how we first met?” You whisper. “You spilled your coffee on me…you said the exact same thing you did just now.”

Namjoon’s lip trembles in emotion as he walks to you, gathering you in his arms and burying his face in your hair.

Originally posted by yoonseok

Hoseok:

You and Hoseok had moved in together before the accident. Now, you’re staying with a strange man, sharing a bed, eating breakfast at the same table. It’s very weird, but you get used to it. You relearn Hoseok’s habits. How he’s slugish and a bit grumpy in the mornings, but otherwise always smiling and happy. He tries to mask the pain in his eyes, but he’s not good at hiding his emotions.

One night you dream of him. He’s teaching you their choreography. You two are laughing and so happy; much happier than you’ve been lately. You wake up to a splitting headache and groan, clutching your head as you roll into Hoseok.

“What’s wrong?” he mumbles.

You open your eyes to see him looking at you in concern. You gaze at him, all the love you’ve ever felt shining from your eyes as you remember. You smile brightly, tears blurring the vision of your beautiful, sleep deprived boyfriend. You roll on top of his and kiss his. “I remember,” you whisper against his lips.

He lets out a whimper as he wraps his arms lightly around your waist, tears already flowing freely from his eyes. He kisses you back, all the pain and love he’s felt the past few months on his lips.

Originally posted by syubto

Jimin:

He tries to hide his sorrow from you; you’re one to feel guilty over a situation you can’t control, and he doesn’t want that.

Once you’re home, you always wake up to him singing. He’ll either be in the kitchen, cooking you breakfast, or walking around the apartment, straightening it up.

This particular morning, though, he’s singing a song that really hits you. It’s beautiful, and emotional, and so sweet coming from his lips. You know it’s your favorite, that it’s one of his group’s songs. Instead of your memories flooding back, they come in waves. Your first time meeting Jimin, your first date, your first kiss. You slowly rise from bed and walk into the living room, where he’s neatly arranging your favorite novels on the book shelf.

“Chim,” you whisper, barely audible, but he spins around at the sound of your voice. He knows, not just from the nickname, but the tears in your eyes and your sweet smile. His face mirrors yours as he rushes to pick you up, your legs wrapping tightly around his waist. You squish his cheeks as you press a kiss to his lips already salty from tears.

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

Taehyung:

After another week in the hospital, you’re discharged and Taehyung is able to take you home. You learn that you two had moved in together a couple weeks before the accident. There are boxes still waiting to be unpacked, pictures waiting to be hung, and a bedframe waiting to be assembled. A queen mattress lies on the floor of your bedroom, a fluffy comforter thrown haphazardly over it, and it’s such a welcoming sight. You take your shoes off and lay under the warmth of the blanket as Tae carries your bag in the room.

You started calling him Tae as soon as you learned his name. It just seemed natural and made him smile so brightly, a little hope shining in his eyes.

You quickly drift off to sleep. You don’t know how long you were asleep, but you wake up to the sun going down, warm light shining through the uncovered windows. You roll over to see your boyfriend sleeping beside you. You smile fondly, thinking that you’re always the first one awake.

You shoot up in bed and let out a gasp, jolting Tae awake. In his sleep-induced haze, he doesn’t recognize your tears as happy and panics.

“Jagi, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing!” You let out a watery laugh and you don’t have to explain. Tae knows you remember.

He gives a joyful shout and tackles you, planting wet kisses all over your face, his tears mixing with yours.

Originally posted by musicninjaofficial

Jungkook:

He’s been giving you space. He doesn’t want to smother or overwhelm you. The times he does talk to you makes you realize how sweet and loving he is. It hurts him that you can’t remember.

You’ve been watching their music videos and Bangtan Bombs, just trying to jog your memory. What ultimately gets you is a video you find saved in your phone. It’s from their last tour when Jungkook was really missing you. He tells you how much he loves and misses you. That he appreciates your support. By the end, he’s tearing up and you’re remembering.

You run all the way to the practice room where they’re practicing their choreography. When you barge into the room, winded and sweaty, all seven boys look at you in concern. Jungkook is about to take a step towards you before you run at him, jumping into his arms and wrapping yourself around him. You don’t care that his hyungs are watching as you kiss him passionately. You tunnel your fingers through his sweat-drenched hair and his sobs are muffled by your lips.

It’s so beautiful and emotional that the others tear up, even Yoongi.

Originally posted by wangpxppy

Here’s to Happiness (Lin x Reader)

Word Count: 3,126

Warnings: swears and angst…

Authors Note: i know its been a while yall and im really sorry! its almost been a month. I had finals just this past week and i was so drained but i managed to milk this fic out! enjoy, and let me know what you thought!!

Summary: He deserved to be happy, but so did you. 

Dedicated to: @hamilton-noodles because she’s a super good friend of mine and makes me happy.

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Don’t Challenge Me

word count : 3 157
warning : smut
summary : (in the Prison World) , a bit of a sequel to ’ROOMMATES
*not my gif
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Kai and Y/N loved each other , more than anything but being stuck with no way out sometimes led to fights. Every little thing could spark one and with Kai’s emotions being heightened due to his vampirism things tended to spin out of control. Y/N had no idea what had started the fight this time. Kai was on edge a little more than usual and that day he actually stormed out of the house. When he came back that evening , he was unusually quiet and wouldn’t even look at her let alone speak to her. They slept in the same bed for a few nights after and before he decided to take another room in the house.  Y/N wasn’t sure if he was still angry with her for whatever thing she did to upset him or he was just upset with himself for what he had done during the fight - nearly choking her to death -  but either way she wasn’t going to let him spend his nights alone. She knew his history and knew he didn’t like being alone , regardless of what he was saying.
At the end of the first week after their fight , Y/N sneaked inside his bedroom snuggling close to him. Kai had woken up an hour later , instinctively pulling her closer to him before pushing her away.
“What are you doing here ? Get back to your own bed.” he said pushing her away.
Y/N crawled on top of him. “No.”
“I don’t want to hurt you , but I will if it will get you do listen to me.” he said , pushing her hips off him but she didn’t move an inch. He rolled on top of her in vamp speed , his vampirism showing. “I said … GO BACK. TO YOUR OWN. BED.” he said raising his voice , a hint of threat in it.
Y/N shook her head.
“No. I am NOT going anywhere -”
In that moment Kai sank his teeth into her neck , Y/N trashed under him trying to get free but he held her hands on either side of her head pinning them down with force like never before. He kept drinking her blood until she blacked out from the blood loss.

The next morning Y/N woke up with a spectacular headache , an aspirin and a glass of water waiting on her nightstand. She swallowed the pill and hurried to take a shower stripping on the way there. Y/N tried hard to push away the tears - not because he had hurt her , she was used to him feeding on her. It was because he had pushed her away. That hurt a lot more. It took her a minute to form another strategy. She wasn’t going to give up on him as easily as he appeared to want her to.
Y/N dried her hair quickly and  looked through her closet , finding exactly what she needed. Quickly she put on the shortest skirt  (not putting any underwear)  she could find in her closet and a tight top , brushing her hair in waves and headed downstairs for the kitchen. Kai was there , with a pained look on his face. He glanced at her for a moment , his breath catching in his throat seeing her outfit.
“I am fine , thanks for asking.” she said pouring herself a glass with orange juice.
“I didn’t ask and I don’t care.”
“Right … well , I am off to finish my ‘dreadful’ book.”
Y/N turned on her bare feet and headed for the living room where she had left her book. She sat on the sofa , swinging her leg over the arm rest. It wasn’t long before Kai walked in , freezing on the spot seeing how Y/N was sitting , completely exposed to him , reading her book.
“Something the matter ?” she asked innocently , glancing for a moment at him.
“No , nothing.”  Kai cleared his throat , sitting on the opposite end of the sofa turning on the TV and continuing the movie he was watching last night on the DVD.  She could feel him tense , trying to fight the urge to touch her and trying to ignore the feeling of his pants tightening around his shaft. Y/N innocently reached between her legs for a moment not touching anything really , Kai’s eyes following her every move. He swallowed hard and a blink of an eye later he was out of the house , the front door left wide open. Y/N smiled to herself , realising this strategy might have more success than her actions before. They had their fight and usually made up quickly , not this time and she hated it.  
Y/N kept teasing him every day for nearly two weeks - sneaking into his bed at night wearing nothing but her underwear , walking around the house in the shortest skirts she had , reaching for things at the top shelf , bending over to pick up something letting him take good look. She waited for him to give up and let go of whatever it was keeping him from making up with her , to do something … anything , but in the end she was the one who gave up. Kai’s self control was stronger than she had expected.

The following morning Y/N got fully dressed up (black skinny jeans , ripped in the knees and white top) , making sure all the naughty bits were covered and went downstairs for breakfast. There was a plate with pancakes and a glass with orange juice waiting for her at the table for the first time in ages. Kai was already eating his pancakes and he looked almost disappointed she was fully dressed. They ate in silence and later on Y/N went to wash the dishes. Kai had left the kitchen and she was all alone , or so she thought.
“I don’t like those clothes…” Kai whispered in her ear , making her drop the plate in the sink with a loud thud nearly breaking it. He snaked his hands around her waist  , sliding under her top his fingertips touching her bare skin. Y/N’s heart was racing and her skin felt like it was on fire. Kai removed her hair from her neck placing a gentle kiss on it then another and another. Y/N closed her eyes tilting her head to the other side giving him better access. “They need to come off. Now.”
Her cheeks flushed when his hands slid down her thighs stopping for a moment on her heat. Kai placed his had there pushing her up , a soft moan escaping her lips.
“No.” she said sternly.
Kai however didn’t give up so easily. He pushed his body against hers , his hand wrapping around her neck making her face him.
“No ?!  Two weeks … that’s how long you’ve been teasing me like crazy every single day. Sneaking into my bed at night , walking around in those short skirts with no underwear …. Do you feel this ?” he said pushing his hips against her ass. “I’ve had to take care of myself this entire time … and every time I thought you were done teasing , you took it up a notch.”
He spin her around , pushing her against the kitchen counter. His fingers stroking her cheek sending shivers all over her body , his gaze locked on hers. Kai was lightly grinding against her , slowly pulling the air out of her lungs turning her breathing shallow. His eyes were black , no trace of the gorgeous blue colour they usually were. Y/N could feel herself getting wet , but even after all this time she spent teasing him , she didn’t plan on making it easy for him.
“No.” she said again , biting her lower lip.
Kai clenched his jaw , tilting his head for a moment before pushing his crotch against hers again , harder this time.
“Don’t challenge me , Y/N. I always get what I want… and right now , all I want is you.” said Kai , his voice low and seductive.
Y/N reached her hands , sliding them in his back pockets pulling him closer to her giving him a small smile, her lips nearly touching his , watching his eyes darting between her eyes and her lips.
“You can’t have me.”
Y/N pushed him off and headed for the living room , pouring herself a drink. There was no way Kai would take the ‘no’ she had given him. A few moments later she felt Kai’s arms on her waist and he pushed her onto the sofa in vamp - speed crawling over her with a devilish grin on his face.
“The more you say 'no’ to me , the more I want you.” he said , his voice low. “I can hear your heartbeat , sweetheart. It’s racing and your breathing … so shallow it’s barely there.” he said , his breath on her face intoxicating her even more. “You want me as much as I want you.. ”
Kai pressed his body firmly against hers and she could feel the bulge in his jeans had gotten harder. She lifted her hips from the sofa , pushing against his for a moment staring into his eyes , fighting the urge to kiss him. He was right , she wanted him just as much as he wanted her. A low growl came from deep inside Kai’s throat at her movement and he pushed back at her.
“No.” she said again , sliding off from under him onto the floor before getting up and starting to walk away.
Kai turned around and grabbed her by the hips in vamp speed , seating her onto his lap , her legs on either side of him. His hands held onto her as Y/N snaked hers on his chest and around his neck. They stared at each other for a long moment before their lips smashed against each other , demanding and hungry for one another.  He pulled her hips forward on him , falling into their perfect rhythm like they hadn’t spend weeks apart. Kai’s fingers caressed her cheek , then her jawline his fingertips feeling her veins under her skin, the warmth of her blood calling to him. His face changed for a moment and he leaned in , stopping himself at the last moment.
“Bite me …” Y/N whispered , taking him by surprise. Kai hungrily sank his teeth into her neck , getting a taste of her blood for the first time in weeks. She threw her head back , gasping at the feeling , her eyes closing for a moment. He cleaned up the blood starting to drip down her shoulder , pressing the flat of his tongue onto her neck not wasting a single drop. Their eyes met for a moment and it felt as if electricity was floating in the air between them. Y/N leaned in , cupping his face her tongue licking his lips tasting her blood on them. Kai moaned into her mouth , kissing her passionately while his hands tugged at her top , pulling it over her head in a split second. Y/N unbuttoned Kai’s shirt , pushing it off his shoulders and onto the floor somewhere. Her hands roamed his body as if it was the first time.
Kai’s lips hungrily attacking hers while his hand unclasped her bra tossing it onto the ground next to his shirt. Y/N moaned into the kiss , feeling Kai’s hands on her chest cupping her breasts and squeezing her nipples between his index and middle finger as her hips grinding against him. Her hands held onto his biceps as his lips moved towards her neck , leaving wet kisses all over. Kai let his vampirism take over , biting her neck again as she moved closer to him never stopping her hips movements. Y/N dug her nails into his back , letting out a louder moan.  He backed her against the sofa , leaving kisses on the way down to her stomach stopping only for a moment , embracing her nipples into his mouth pressing the flat of his tongue against them , holding them in between his teeth for a second. His fingers got to her jeans unbuttoning them , his eyes meeting hers as he pulled down her jeans along with her panties nearly tearing them off her.
“MMmm , sweetheart , you are so wet you’re dripping …” he said, parting her legs , licking a bold stripe across her warmth , enveloping her clit in his mouth sucking on it and tugging on it with his teeth listening to her moans getting louder. She tried to reach for him , to pull his mouth closer to her warmth but with a swift move of his wrist her hands got pinned over her head with magic. His fingers held onto her thighs with force , definitely to leave bruises after. He leaned in over her , Y/N tangling her fingers in his hair pulling his face towards hers as his fingers teased her folds , the tip of his middle finger pressing at her entrance.
Y/N let out s soft moan , her eyelids fluttering closed for a moment. Kai’s lips found hers kissing her fiercely , demanding as he pushed his finger inside her heat , going in all the way in before pulling out leaving just the tip of his finger inside her. Y/N moaned into his ear , her breathing trying to catch up with her heart beat.
Kai’s eyes were black with lust and all he knew is he wanted her. He pushed another finger inside , curling them around at a slow motion making her back arch towards him before pulling out his fingers and repeating again and again. Her hips pushed down on his fingers as he pushed them in , meeting half way.  Y/N saw his purple / black veins show again , her fingertips tracing them for a moment before her back arched once again , her eyes starting to roll in her head.  She pushed him off her kneeling on the sofa, grabbing his wrist and licking his fingers clean earning a low groan from him , never breaking eye contact. Kai’s mouth hung open for a few moments , getting completely lost in the feeling. Her other hand rubbed his hard length through his jeans , feeling he is harder than ever.  Y/N’s fingers swiftly undid the buttons on his jeans , pulling the zipper down. She dipped her head , leaning in and leaving sloppy kisses on his neck while her finger traced his jawline before her hand snaked around the back of his neck.
“Fuck me , Kai … Please … ”
A low growl came from back his throat , feeling her small hand pushing its way into his boxers , her fingers wrapping around him and her thumb making circles on the tip of his thick shaft. He didn’t think it was possible for her to drive him crazier but there she was. Kai was going to have his way with her and this time … he wasn’t going to be gentle. He pushed her roughly onto the sofa , removing his jeans/boxers as fast as he could. Kai teased her folds with the tip of his hard length , pulling her hips towards him before intertwining his fingers with hers over her head. He pushed in with one rough thrust deep inside her making her scream out.
“Fuck Kai…”
Y/N arched her back pushing her hips down on his , feeling every inch of him inside her. He was going at an agonisingly slow motion pushing in deep and pulling out almost completely , listening to her begging for him to go faster. He had forgotten how tight she was , how much he loved feeling her around him.
“Bad girls don’t get to make demands , sweetheart.” he whispered to her , thrusting in hard and deep , going in faster. Y/N clenched her walls around his thick shaft earning a groan from Kai. His thrusts were getting rougher and faster every time , making her body jolt forward and her head hitting the armrest of the sofa , pulling out the air from her lungs each time. “..and you have been very bad these past few weeks… Walking around in your underwear , wearing those short skirts just begging me to take you right then and there.” he trailed off.
He wrapped his hand around her neck holding her still , each thrust rougher and deeper than the last. He felt her walls clench around his shaft again with more intensity and Y/N didn’t have to tell him she was getting closer to her release. Kai lifted her leg over his shoulder , thrusting in deeper and as fast as he could , cheating for a few seconds using his vampire speed watching her whimper under him. He could feel getting closer to his release too.  
“Kai I’m c-close..” she moaned out , a tear rolling down her cheek from the roughness of his thrusts , her fingers playing with her clit matching every thrust.
“I know baby girl , just hold it for me … a few moments longer.” he groaned , his thrusts getting sloppier but never losing their speed.
Kai loved watching her lose herself to him like that. He didn’t even remember what their fight had been about , what had happened to get him so upset with her , he’d deny her and himself moments like these. He swatted her hand away , replacing her fingers with his playing with her clit , going in rough eights then rolling her clit between his thumb and index finger causing her moans to get louder , turning into small screams.
“K-Kai .. I can’t -”
“Let go , sweetheart.” he groaned , watching her trash and squirm under him screaming his name. Her walls contracting around his shaft , pushing him to reach his orgasm.
“Fuckkk …”
Kai kept thrusting hard and deep until both of them had finished properly before collapsing on top of her , both of them trying to catch their breath.
“We are never fighting again.” he said out of breath, resting his forehead on hers. “I can’t … I can’t survive being away from you like that again. … I … I am sorry for hurting you , I don’t know what - .”
Y/N shushed him with a kiss , lightly biting on his lower lip , her hands pulling at his hair.
“It doesn’t change anything.” she said softly. “I am still crazy about you and love you more than ever.”
“I love you too , princess. And I’ll make it up to you , I promise…” said Kai , getting up from the sofa , helping her up. He took his shirt and put it on her , doing every button himself before getting his boxers on. Y/N got up , feeling slight pain between her legs , a small 'ow’ tumbling from her lips. Kai glanced at her with concern for a second before a mischievous grin showed on his face and he grabbed her legs , tossing her over his shoulders.
“Where are we going ? I have to put on some pants or a skirt …” Y/N laughed.
“Kitchen … I am making you the best damn lunch in history and then … ” he said , his hand sliding up her thigh lightly teasing her folds with his fingers. “ … you are mine.”

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MASTERLIST March / April 2017

MASTERLIST MAY 2017
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YOUNG: PART 3 ( COLE X READER)

SUMMARY: Cole’s peace of mind is disturbed as he wonders why you’re acting so differently these days. He starts hinting Jealousy as you spend more time with KJ and not with him.  Also, Kate spills some tea you didn’t want ! The ending will leave you bawling ;)

A/N: Omg I have so much to tell you guys :D I don’t know why, I feel like you’re all my friends ^^. Ok, first,  I’m so sorry for the late update for this one! I actually wrote it way back but the stupid wifi wouldn’t let me post it so yeah -_-. But anyways, I love how it came out and I loved writing this one! I hope you like it !!! PS I will do the requests after I’m done with this series :) I will wind this story up with one last chapter.

-

It’s 10:30pm.

 Cole and KJ are inside their two bedroom guest room they managed to get in the Boy’s block. KJ is busy with his Poetry assignment while Cole seems lost in his reverie.

“Is everything okay with (Y/N)?” Cole questions KJ.

KJ gives him a weird look, “How would I know? I thought you guys were tight.”

“Nah. Something seemed off about her today.”

“Seemed fine to me,” KJ returns to his poetry.

“Oh,” Cole goes back to his reverie wondering why the girl who always looked at him like he put the stars in the sky suddenly seems to have found other stars instead.

“Are you sure she didn’t mention anything?” Cole questions KJ again.

“Why don’t you just ask her instead? Honestly, I didn’t notice a difference,”

“Oh,”

Weird. (Y/N) never turned down his requests, ever. When she said no, Cole knew something was definitely up.

“So she’s okay, right? She’s fine,”

KJ puts his pen down,”Dude, are you in love with her or something?”

Cole scoffs, “Me? In love? Please,” he continues,”She was just always there, you know? As a friend. So I never saw her in that way,”

“Great. So if you don’t love her, why are you so bothered? Let me do my homework in peace, for pete’s sake!”

“Oh, sorry.”

Yeah, Why am I so bothered, Cole questions himself. His thoughts soon get interrupted by Kate’s call.

He rolls his eyes, Girls. It’s all fun and games as long as no feelings are involved.

-

5:00am

You jog up to the Kingsville Hilltop early morning to catch the sunrise. As you lie down in exhaustion while waiting for the sun to rise, you feel the presence of another company. An unfamiliar one.

“KJ?”

“Good morning to you, too”

You’re surprised, not in a bad way, just surprised since you never encountered any other person other than Cole up here.

“Man, the view is stunning.”

“Yes, it is. How did you find this place?”

“I was just going for a run and here I am,”

You nod. Seems legit.

“What are you guys doing here?” you hear a voice exclaim from behind.

Cole.

“Is it like a taboo to be up here? (Y/n) just asked me the same thing. “ KJ retorts,”Join us”

Cole looks at you and then at KJ and then at you, before finally saying,”Nah, i’ll leave you guys alone.”

Odd.

Did he look jealous?

-

You love Wednesdays. Wednesdays are your days, mostly because you only have one class, i.e, English Literature class at 1pm and NOTHING ELSE! You’re free all day. You decide to skip breakfast and sleep instead after being completely drained from the jog this morning.

You got up pretty late- around 10am!

“Whoa, that was some good sleep.”

Since you have 3 more hours before English class starts, you decide to take a long shower and head for lunch.

After finally making up your mind to move on from Cole, you feel so liberated.  Heartbroken, but free.

You decide to wear your favourite colour today since Wednesdays are off-unifrom days (another reason why you like Wednesdays so much!).

There’s nothing more serene than going about the entire day in your favourite colour.

You gather your literature notes and head straight to the Dine first! Gosh, you’re starved. Shouldn’t have missed breakfast, huh!

-

At the library

“Thought I might find you here,”

You look up to find a very happy looking Cole. He takes the seat across you.

“So, what are you working on?” he asks.

“Quiet!” the librarian gives the two of you a sharp look, making you giggle.

“Um, just english,” you quietly answer.

“(Y/n),”

“Yeah?”

“Is everything okay?”

You almost lost your breath for a sec there. Don’t do that, Cole! Don’t ask me things like that.

“Of course,” you give him a small smile,”Why do you ask?”

“No reason. Missed your face at breakfast,”

That. Don’t say things like that and eat some other girl’s face. Like, COLE STOP DOING THAT.

Normally, you would’ve blurted a ‘Aw, I missed you too!’ but that was the naïve (Y/n). This is the new you. You just smile in response and look down at your English homework.

The atmosphere is so different than usual. Even earlier this morning when he bumped into you and KJ at the hilltop, it was so odd. Usually, you’d feel so comfortable around him and he with you, but there’s just so-

“Cole!!!” you hear a high pitched voice call Cole from a distance.

“QUIET!” the librarian instructs again.

Kate. Ugh.

You roll your eyes at her sight. Cole waves at her and she excitedly makes her way to your table.

She quickly takes the seat next to Cole, “What are you guys working on?”

“English.”

“Nothing.”

“Uh, nevermind” Kate moves closer to Cole, “Where were you all day! I missed you”

You want to barf. You pretend to concentrate on your homework instead.

Girl, you need to chill. It’s only 11am. How can you miss him all day when it hasn’t even been half a day yet?

Cole looks nervously at you but you pretend not to notice and focus on your writing.

“Nowhere, I was just..” he murmurs.

“Oh my god, I just remembered! (Y/n) and you used to date way back in 9th grade, right?” Kate exclaims.

You widen your eyes, “Uhh..”

Kate scoffs, “Just playing with you, (Y/n). Cole already told me that it was just an act!”

Wow, what? You were just doing Cole a favour when you agreed to be his pretentious girlfriend and you both promised not to let the word out to anyone ( that it was just a façade). He was the one who made you promise! 

And now…

“Oh, wow. “ You shoot him a look, he looks flustered.

“(Y/N), I wasn’t-“ he tries to talk to you but you cut him off.

“I wonder what else he told you. I’m curious!” you close your book and act all interested towards Kate.

“Nothing much. He did tell me that you didn’t have any boyfriend in high school so he decided to go out with you. I think that was very sweet of him to do su-“

Ouch.

You fall back on your chair and look down at your sweaty palms. You refuse to look up. You clench your fists tight, you don’t want tears falling out- especially in front of the boy you once made the mistake of loving.

“No,no,no, that wasn’t want I-“

 “(y/n), there you are! I was wondering if you and I could-“ KJ comes in at the right time.

You grab the opportunity and get up from your seat, “Sure, I would love to!”

Cole stands up, “(Y/N), you don’t have to leave. I –“

“I want to,” you grab your books, “I want to leave.”

-

“Is everything okay?” Kj asks you.

Earlier in the library, he wanted to know if you were free to go  to a café nearby school premises. He had already taken permission from the Dean. Since you didn’t want to spend any blistering second under the same roof as Cole, you decided to skip English and go with KJ.

Man, you cannot believe Cole, and the things he told Kate.

It’s like you never knew him. 

He pretended to date me because no one else would?

“(Y/n)”

“Ah, sorry, yes. Everything is fine. Just a lot of things on my mind.”

“You wanna talk about it?” he asks

“Not really…” you quietly answer.

“Cool, because I was thinking maybe we coul talk about Wordsworth instead because I have a scene in the new movie where I have to recite 5 poems and I don’t have i-“

You snicker,”Slow down,slow down. I’ll help you, of course.”

Phew.

You spent the entire evening drinking tea and talking about Poetry. Two of your favourite things at the same time. Talking about poetry made you completely forget the betrayal you felt with Cole. It brought an inner peace in you and you enjoyed it so much; you never did it before- you know, talk about poetry to someone so eagerly interested. So much so, KJ already learnt the 5 poems by heart by the time you were done.

The sun went down way sooner than you thought it would. It was already 6pm by the time you finished drinking your 4th cup of tea.

“We should prolly get back to school now,” KJ says and you agree.

-

When you reach the campus, you’re met by the sight of Cole standing outside the lawn area, leaning against his Car, you assume, with his hands folded. He didn’t look jolly.

KJ pulls out the door for you, “Thanks, KJ” 

Cole’s eyes widen at the sight of you and KJ.

“NO, THANK YOU. You’ve been a great help. I should get going now,” 

You nod.

“Yo, Cole! You coming?” KJ calls out to Cole.

“Later,” Cole replies.

“Goodnight, KJ” you quietly utter and give him a quick hug. Cole still standing there in the same posture.

Although his presence is making you feel a little eerie, you honestly don’t even have anything to say to him. So you decide to ignore his presence completely and head straight to your block.

“I’ve been waiting,”

You pause and turn back.

He unfolds his hand and moves away from the car. He looks up at you,”I’ve been waiting. For you.”

So what if he had been waiting? You never told him to. It’s not his business to.

You decide he’s not worth it.

You turn away from his gaze and continue to make your way to your block.

“(Y/n)!, wait!” Cole yells.

You fold your hands and turn towards him. You give him a blank look.

“I need to tell you something,” he finally blurts, trying to ignore your eyes.

“Okay,”

“Uhm, about what Kate said earlier, I didn’t mean it that way. She asked me why I chose you to be my girlfriend and I just said you were single that time so I asked you. I didn’t-“

“You made me promise not to tell anyone that it was an act and now you’re-“ you increase your tone, obviously sounding pissed.

“I know, I know, I’m sorry. I wasn’t at my right state of mind. I’m sorry. I’m sorry, (y/n). You know I would never hurt you. Ever.”

Not intentionally.

“I forgive you. Goodnight,” you try to leave again.

It’s not even worth it.

“Wait, (y/n)!”

You turn around , “What is it again?”

He walks closer towards you. His green-bluish eyes looking softer than usual.

“Is everything okay, (y/n)?”

Don’t look at me like that.

You push yourself away from him, increasing the distance between the two of you. You try to avoid his gaze as you reply,”Yeah, everything is okay.”

“Doesn’t seem okay to me..” He looks at you, you try to avoid his eyes and stand still without any response.

“But then again how would I know? You’re always with KJ anyway, you even ditched me the o-“

You scoff,” Are you serious? You have Kate and all the other girls and you’re mad at me for spending little time with KJ?”

He shakes his head,”That’s not the point..”

“Then what is, Cole?” you increase your tone,”What is the point?”

“The point is, (y/n), I don’t know what’s gotten into me but I don’t like seeing you with someone else when I’M HERE. I don’t want you going to the hilltop without me, I don’t want you leaving school premises without me, I don’t” he loses his breath,” I just, I want you to spend every minute with me for as long as I’m here,” he blurts out almost immediately.

You’re not sure if  your heart was fluttering or breaking after hearing what he just said.

“And then what?” you soften your tone as put your head down and  look at the ground, instead of his eyes, because you don’t want him to see the tears forming in your eeys.

“What do you mean?”

You take a deep breath and lift your head up. Wiping away the tears from your eyes, you look at his stunned face,”What happens after you leave again? What am I supposed to do? Cry myself to sleep again because the memories of you never ever stop haunting me? Play pretend and act like you’re still wandering in the hallway somewhere? Search for your face in every goddamn crowd even though I know you’re gone like gone? Do you think its easy for me, Cole? Do you think I’m willing to put myself through all that again for someone who could never figure out that his best friend was in love with him?” you choke on your own tears, ”and that he couldn’t even see how her eyes screamed ‘stay’ when he left her without a care in the world?”

You sob and quickly wipe away your tears.

Damn, you can’t believe you just said that!

“(Y/N), I-“

You cut him off,”And that is why, Cole, I can’t and I don’t want to spend one more minute with you. Because if I did, I would fall for you, again. And for all I know, you won’t catch me. Again.”

Having said everything you had kept bottled up for years, you feel a hint of serenity amidst all the mess. Holding your heart and tears together, you quickly rush inside your block, leaving Cole wondering if he just lost the love of his life.

-

A/N: Get your tea cups ready because Part 4 is going to have more tea to spill ! 

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Reader x Jungkook

Genre: Fluff, angst and a little bit of smut.

Warnings: It may be too much for your heart???

Words: Around 1400

Summary: Jungkook lost his bestfriend 7 months ago in a car crash. While he lost him, he also lost himself. After being in pain for quite some time now, can Jungkook finally find the special sparkle that brings him back to life again?

Note: Surprise! Here’s a little story between you, the reader, and Jungkook. I got inspiration from Pinterest and I’m in love with the concept of it. I hope you will too :)

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requested by: anon
“Request where you are the wife of Jon Snow (who you both are absolutely in love with one another) and somebody has a crush on you? (Maybe tormoud) Just Jons reaction and everything?”
word count: 1941 words
reader: feminine
warnings: talk of infidelity, mentions of the red wedding, maybe some lil s7 spoilers.

You and Jon had been married for only a short time, you both were raised at Winterfell with the other Stark children. You were the youngest daughter of your family’s house, not the most powerful, but renowned for their loyalty to the Starks. When you were only 14 your father told you that one of Ned’s sons would be your husband. But you never imagined that you would fall for the one they called Snow.

A warm sensation woke you from your slumber, opening an eye you were greeted by your husband smiling down at you. His raven locks were even messier in the morning than they were usually. “Good morning my love,” he whispered.

“It truly is, isn’t it, my king?” You replied softly, both eyes open now, but only slightly. Jon’s face scrunched in displeasure. He hated it when you called him ‘King’, he still hadn’t gotten used to the fact he ruled the entire North yet. “I’m only teasing Jon, you’re still the same boy I fell in love with all those years ago.”

Jon rolled his eyes but chuckled. He leant down and swept you into a deep kiss, you raised your hand and ran it through his dark hair. The light stubble on his face scratched your face gently as you kissed - Jon moaned, which only made you laugh. Sometimes he still acted like he was still the same person you knew before he left for the wall. You’d both grown since then. He’d become a ranger, died, and come back to life.

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AN: Namjoon has his faults, he sometimes lashes out, ignores you- and that makes you think he doesn’t love you. He does, and he’ll go to the ends of the world to show it. After all, you are his muse. 

Genre: Angst/fluff

4,000 words 

Originally posted by byulhoseok



“Morning babe.” You said, kissing Namjoon’s cheek. No response. He was sat down at the dining table, a bunch of papers in hand and his notebook with his eyebrows furrowed. He was probably looking over lyrics, but his ignorance towards you hurt. 

You put the kettle on for your morning coffee, but was instantly met with a growl from Namjoon.

“Can’t you wait till later for your coffee? I’m writing here.” He said, annoyed by the bubbling sounds the kettle was making. His voice was sharp, to any other person who didn’t know you were together- it would sound so rude. It was rude. You lived under the same roof and this is the type of attitude you get from someone whose supposed to adore you. 

You turned it off in annoyance, and decided to have some cereal first instead. You fixed a quick bowl and decided to take breakfast upstairs, since your boyfriend was being an utter ass hole. 

You were confused about him. He’s either all over you, adoring you or he’s like this. Cold and distant, not wanting to be bothered. You got that he was an introvert, and so were you- but introverts let other introverts who loved them in, right?

Maybe that was apart of the problem. Namjoon didn’t know you were in love with him, and from what you guessed- he certainly wasn’t in love with you. 

From his behaviour, you wondered if he’d ever love you. 

You sat down on the floor, a book in hand as you munched on your cereal alone. 

You felt horrible and pathetic, all you wanted to do was have breakfast with your usually busy boyfriend and he shut you out like you were a bother. 

You were nearly finished with your bowl and starting to just spoon drink some of the left over milk, when you heard Namjoon’s footsteps come up. The door was open, so he could probably see where you were. He had probably come up to get something from his storage space, but noticed you sitting on the floor.

His face still looked angry and worried. 

“There’s a table downstairs, go eat on that.” He said, even ignoring any chance you had to respond by continuing his walk down the hall to get into his storage space. 

Tears welled up in your eyes- gosh, did your boyfriend hate you so much? 

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Kai Anderson P1

I looked outside the window of my dad’s station wagon, watching the familiar city of my teenage years, and childhood approach. I was silent, breathing on the window and drawing a heart onto it with my finger. My dad sighed deeply “You haven’t spoken since we left the airport, love bug! Aren’t you excited to be home for nearly 2 months? A nice get away from college?” I looked over at my dad and smiled “Of course, dad. I’m just, tired.” I lied, my dad obviously knew what wad on my mind: Kai. It had been 462 days since he last spoke to me. We were together since 8th grade, he was my first boyfriend, and he was supposed to be my last. My heart was still broken, I didn’t want to even hear his name. We had a life planned together, a future, dreams. I watched them burn up in front of my face, dashing and dividing like meteors in the Earth’s atmosphere that I wished on, over and over again. Hoping I could have him again, maybe hear the reason why he left me like this. I was supposed to have came back home many times… But avoided it, because I didn’t want to remember that it was supposed to be spent with him. We finally got to my parents home, they had recently remodeled it, it looked so different. Hard to believe this was the same house. I looked over to see my brother and my mom. My brother having grown at least 6 inches since I last saw him, towering over my mom. He was dressed up, with a leather jacket sporting traditional goth bands, and punk bands all over. His hair in a green Mohawk, and a pair of Doc Marten boots strapped on his legs. He looked just like me, I could see I taught him well. He smiled at me and waved, as my mom opened the door for me. Embracing me into a long hug, before letting me go, her familiar smell of cinnamon soothing me. My brother came up after and hugged me tightly, “Wow, Kat, you’re so short!” He exclaimed, a man’s voice coming from his throat. I chuckled into his hug, then pulled away when my dad began to struggle with the luggage I had. “Dad!” I yelled, running to him “Stop, you’ll throw your back out again!” I scolded, grabbing my bags from his hand. “Kat, c'mon, you’re supposed to be on a break from college! You shouldn’t carry your own bags.” “Knock it off, I can carry my own bags,” I said begining to carry them up into the house. “Stop it!” My mom said, grabbing my bags from my hands as my dad and mom dragged them to my old bed room.

As the night carried on, I laid on my bed, my mom hadn’t changed a thing. My eyes looked over to my desk that Kai had carved “ K + K ,” with a heart around it and felt a lump in my throat. I grabbed my phone, “Why am I doing this, nothing good will come from this,” I said before dialing his number, to my disappointment, which I didn’t understand why I would be surprised it went to voicemail. “Hey, Kai. It’s me, Kat. I’m in town for a while. I know you probably don’t want to talk to me, but I would love to see you. Um… I’ll be at my mom and dads.” I hung up the phone, and felt that familiar sting, like someone had stabbed me right in the chest. God damn it, Kai. Why the fuck would you do this to me? You were supposed to my forever. I began to sob into my pillow, that same sense of loneliness, overtaking me. Filling me with dread, heartache, and panic. Everything was bad, my grades, my eating and drinking habits. The thought that Kai may have met another girl, haunted me, I could not get the thought out of my mind. I hugged my pillow, dying to see him again. How could I allow myself to be this fucking miserable… I hardly recognized myself anymore. I was never the type to beg to die at night, and felt horrendous disappointment when I opened my eyes to feel absolute anguish. I would survive the day, by drinking myself stupid between classes, then pass out. Over and over again, my life was hell. With nothing, but a feeling of contempt for the people who were happy, or in love around me. I hated this world, but I was too much of a fucking coward to take myself out. Long I stared, at the bottles of bills, razor blades, cords, ropes. Even going so far as to walk to the top of the university, drunk off my ass, a vodka bottle in hand, looking down at the ground, letting my foot hang over the railing. It could be so easy… I could be free. But I was a coward… I grabbed my pillow and screamed as loud as I could into it, this pain… it was so intense and I couldn’t stand it. Why couldn’t he have stayed… Why did this happen to me? All I did was love, Kai.

The next day, my eyes shot open. I didn’t remember falling asleep, I rubbed my eyes, feeling that same emptiness that wouldn’t go away. “Day 463,” I spoke outloud, checking my phone to see no new notifications. I was still wearing the same clothes from last night, my boots still laced, my face itchy from my makeup being left on. I stood up, and walked down the stairs, the aroma of pancakes filling my nose. I walked into the kitchen, it recently having been remodled. The cabnits and floors, a stained hardwood. The stove a beautiful range top, and a high tech fridge. I sat at the table and rubbed my eyes. My mom, looked back at me with a smile. Her hair still messy from last night’s sleep, her tiny body drowning in a pink robe. “Goodmorning my gorgeous daughter! So lovely to see your face in my kitchen again.” I smiled at her softly, my mom was my best friend at one point. I am sure my distant behavior bothered her, but she was never one to pry. She walked over to me her slippers slapping on the floor, a plate in hand with 3 fluffy pancakes stacked on each other. She handed me a bottle of blueberry syrup and smiled. “I always remember your favorite, honey,” She said, grabbing a coffee mug. She sat down in front of me, taking a long sip of her fresh coffee, followed by a soft “Mmmm,” as she pushed up her shoulders. “So good on a cold day, makes you feel nice and cozy.” I nodded as I poured syrup over my pancakes, politely eating it. “You know, Kat. You can talk to me about anything?” I stopped what I was doing and stared at her, knowing what she was about to bring up. “Mom, don’t,” I pleaded “I’m just saying, I am here for you. We used to so close. I just… Miss you. I am here if you ever want to talk to me is all,” She said with a genuine smile, before reaching out and holding my hand for a brief moment. The kind gesture warmed my heart, reminding me that my mom did really care about me.

After breakfast, I decided to go explore the town I hadn’t seen in 2.5 years. Exploring the downtown shops, visiting places I hadn’t seen and familiar places I used to see. I arrived at an old book store, I used to go to after school. It looked exactly the same as it had before. I pulled open the heavy door, a chime echoing through the big store. “Kat!” I heard a familiar voice exclaim. I looked over to see Mrs. Wells, the book store owner. Her hair showing streaks of grey, tightly placed in a bun. Her half moon glasses, kept around her neck with a silver chain. She still looked eccentric, wearing her witchy dress that was a deep, purple, velvet. She pulled me into a hug, with that same smile. “Oh my favorite customer ! How is college?” “It’s fine,” I lied with a chuckle. “Well good! How long are you here for?” “Until New Years,” “Oh my goodness that’s while! I am so excited to see you here!” She said with a laugh. She walked over to the counter and smiled “Go ahead, pick a book ! I’ll be here if you need me.” She put her attention to her own book, letting me walk away. I walked up to see my favorite book: “Bram Stoker’s Dracula,” I pulled it out and smiled. This was definitely the book I used to read. A sense of nostalgia rushed over me, making me feel at peace for just a moment. I opened the book, to see my old signature, when horror struck me. I dropped the book like a hot plate, when I saw Kai’s name in the book, checked out not even a week ago. My heart pounded in my chest, my hands shaking. “Kat, are you okay?” Asked Mrs. Wells, looking at me from her desk in concern. “Yes, I’m fine sorry, I’m… Tired,” I lied with a fake laugh. I picked up the book and put it back, before rushing out of the store. “Bye nice to see you, I’ll be back,” I said before walking out “Okay, bye?” She said in confusion. I walked over to the alley way, right next to the building. I held myself against the wall, before starting to cry. I just wanted to forget him. Why couldn’t I? I slid down the wall to my knees, crying silently by myself. “Excuse me miss, you dropped something,” I heard a voice behind me. Fuck, how embarrassing. I stood up, rushing to frantically dry my tears. “Thank you, I’m sorry,” I apologized, as I turned around. “I’m a real….” I stopped what I was saying, as I stared up at the person who had came to give me back whatever it was I had dropped. Sporting long, blue hair. Different from his nicely kept, brown hair. He kept it somewhat longer than most men, however this was much different. His dark brown, sunken eyes staring down at me, his body now built and muscular. I held my breath as the world around me seemed to stop. “Kai?” I asked in no more than a whisper, a single tear falling down my face. He reached out his hand, and touched my cheek with his thumb, clearing the tear from my face. I stood there emotionless, not knowing what to say, as he acted as if this was entirely normal, or like I would be overthrown with happiness at the sight of him, his exoression smug, and smirking. I felt light headed, having to remind myself to breath. “Here,” He said putting a locket in my hand. I looked up at him, not knowing what it could be inside. I opened it, to see my most favorite picture of him. Immediately taking me back to the moment. The happiness, the hope, the feelings. I clentched my hand around it, and a flood of a million emotions ran through my mind. “Why?” I asked, choking on my tears, trying to speak. “To remind you that I still love you,” He spoke coldly. I scoffed, angry that he would lie like that. “That’s not true, at all. You wouldn’t have disappeared if you did.” I spoke, trying to keep composed. I kept my fingers on the cool silver of the necklace. “Listen, Kat. I want to explain more to you, explain why I did what I did, and perhaps even get your forgiveness, but I want you to come over to my house, so we can talk, could you do that?” I stayed quiet for a while, thinking about if I should walk away, even though I wanted nothing more than to embrace him, kiss him, hold him. Anything. Noticing my hesitation, he knelt down and put one hand on my cheek, and brought his lips to my ear. “However far away, I will always love you,” He whispered, before kissing my cheek. My whole body shook at his touch, after being so alone and aching for him. He pulled away from me, and looked down at me with a smile. “Will you be there?” I slowly nodded, and dried my eyes. Holding tightly onto the locket. “Very good, see you at 8:00,”

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Saving It All

Pairing: Jealous!Dean x Virgin!Reader, Sam x friend!reader
Word count: 3,505

Part 1 of Don’t Touch Her


The one thing you didn’t exactly tell people when you met was that you were a virgin. When people found out, they looked at you differently, judged you. So, you kept it to yourself. No one made you feel the urge to tell them.

Until now.

You were sitting on your bed in the bunker with Dean. His lips moved perfectly with yours. His hand moved into your hair, holding the back of your head. The two of you moved until he was half laying over you. His thigh was between yours, and you rolled your hips against him.

Feeling his hand move down to your hip,  his thumb brushing under your shirt, you gripped his wrist. He pulled back, his jewel-like green eyes looking into yours, an unspoken question. Licking your lips, you took a deep breath. It wouldn’t be fair to not tell him. “Dean, I need to tell you something.” You said quietly. “I-I’m a virgin.” You were shaking slightly. “Dean?” You breathed, hoping that he would say something.

His jaw clenched and he moved off of you. You moved to rest on your elbows and watched him walk out the door, slamming it behind him. Falling back, you covered your face with your hands. Your body shook with silent sobs. Of all the reactions he could have had, that wasn’t the one you expected.

Sam was in the kitchen when Dean came in, grabbing a beer. “I thought you were going to talk to her?” He asked, raising an eyebrow at his older brother.

“I don’t want to talk about it.” He ground out, popping the tab on his beer. The last thing he wanted was being that memory. That was a special gift that should be given to someone worthy. Not someone broken, someone who destroyed everything he touched. He couldn’t do that to you, you deserved the sun, the moon, everything. And now, he probably cost them their friendship.


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Sick Yuuri/Viktor request

The tumblr app ate an ask… again 😑…
Anyway, @dontfeelsogood requested a fic with both Yuuri and Viktor sick and taking care of each other. I hope could do them justice, it was a lot of fun to write.

Warning: Descriptions of vomiting below the cut!

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Yuuri woke up feeling absolutely horrible. His head throbbed, his stomach was in knots and despite the covers, that should have been heated up by his body over the night, he was shivering. He was definitely sick. But he had a competition in a week from now, so there was no way he could miss out on training.

The black haired skater groaned and tried to sit up, only to be met with a horrible spell of dizziness. He sat on the edge of his bed, holding his head and waited for the world to stop spinning. When he could see more or less straight, he took his glasses from the night table, put them on and got up carefully.

He got dressed and went down for a small breakfast, a bowl of rice with some egg, and tried to ignore the angry churning of his stomach. His mother told him, that Viktor had already left, so he took his jacket immediately after finishing, put on his shoes and went after his coach.

When he stepped outside, he couldn’t suppress a shiver going down his spine. Despite the sun shining it felt terribly cold to him. Well, he would get warmer when he started to jog.

Halfway to the ice rink, ‘though, Yuuri had to stop. His head was spinning and his stomach really hurting now from all the jostling. He took a deep breath to calm down and then continued at a slower pace. He desperately tried not to think about what skating would do to him in that state.

When he finally arrived at the rink, Viktor was already there, standing in the middle of the ice with a pensive expression on his face. He turned around when he heard the door and a smile crossed his face when he saw his boyfriend.

“Yuuri, finally! I already thought you wouldn’t grace me with your presence today!” he exclaimed cheerfully. Yuuri just managed a weak smile in response. That seemed to catch Viktor’s attention. He skated closer to his protégé and gave him a once over with narrowed eyes.

“Don’t bother putting on your skates. You’re going back home”, he then announced in a stern voice.

“Wha—but I have to practice for the competition next week!” Yuuri started to protest. “I’m still not good enough at the quads in the second half and – “

“You’re pale, tired looking, shivering and swaying on your feet”, Viktor listed, crossing his arms. “You’re clearly sick, so there’s no way I can let you skate today, not as your coach and definitely not as your boyfriend!”

Yuuri let out a defeated sigh and slumped down on one of the benches. He knew that there was no arguing with Viktor now, and to be honest he was relieved that he didn’t have to train. He probably would have passed out or thrown up on the ice. Or both. And he sure as hell didn’t want that.

He closed his eyes exhaustedly, only to startle and open them again when something cool was pressed against his forehead.

“You definitely have a fever,” Viktor stated and drew his hand back again and sat down next to him. “Anything else wrong?”

Yuuri shivered. “Head hurt’s. Stomach too…” he mumbled and leaned against his boyfriend, resting his head on the other’s shoulder. “ ‘n feel dizzy…”

“Do you think you’re going to be sick?” Viktor asked concerned. Yuuri shrugged. He really wasn’t sure, his stomach felt really weird.

“God, how did you even make it here, darling?” the silver haired man sighed and ran his hand through his boyfriend’s hair. Yuuri just shrugged again and moved closer to Viktor.

“I’ll call your father to have him come and pick us up with the car,” the Russian decided. Yuuri nodded. That sounded like a very good idea.

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pairing: lin x reader

request: (anon) “Listen fam I got my period and I’m dying inside and feel like crap. If you could write a Lin or platonic cast x reader where the reader gets their period during a performance or something that’d be great sorry to bother you thanks

warnings: period talk !!!! swearing

words: 1,149

a/n: feel better!! sorry this kind of sucks lol go read @imdedicatingeverydaytoyou ‘s platonic one about periods it’s SO good omg i love her yay maia okay bye 


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You honestly hadn’t been paying attention to the date, let alone the time of month. With Hamilton, you could barely remember what you had for breakfast, never mind when your period would start. Most girls had it down to the dot. Second week of the month, it starts on the fourth, last day of the month… Unfortunately, you were the exception. Your period had always been erratic and made it difficult to track. Still, when you felt the first pang in your back, you blew it off as sleeping on it funny.

It continued throughout the day; little hits of pain in your stomach. What did you eat last night? You rolled your eyes. You were probably just hung over and your stomach wasn’t having it.

Popping some pain killers, you walked into the theater, you saw Lin nearly bouncing at the door.

Chuckling, you stopped. “What’s got you so jumpy?”

He rolled his eyes, immediately stepping to your side as you headed backstage.

“What are your plans for after the show?” He asked.

You shrugged, “Probably just heading home. Why?”

“Do you want to get drinks?” He quipped, a glint in his eyes.

Mentally scanning your calendar, you nodded. “Sure.”

Lin beamed at you, still bouncing on the balls of his feet. He let out a breath, “Okay. Perfect. I’ll uh, see you after the show.”

You giggled, “Alright. I’ll see you then.”

Lin bounded towards the stage door, holding it before you could go through. Smiling at his chivalry, you gratefully accepted the gesture, walking back to your dressing room to get ready.


You had been pulling on highlighter when you felt it again. Rummaging through your purse, you prayed that you had another packet of ibuprofen somewhere. Had last nights show really been that bad?

There was a knock on the door as slumped in your chair. Looking up, you saw a smiling Pippa with a cup of tea in her hand.

“Hey, pretty.” She smiled, handing you the cup. Your heart swelled and your eyes pricked with tears at the gesture. You didn’t even care if you were overreacting, you were overjoyed.

“Thank you,” you squeaked, making Pippa laugh.

“You are too sweet.” She sighed, as she waved goodbye, “Places in ten.”

You nodded, sipping the steaming tea, instantly feeling better.

By intermission, however, you honestly thought you were going to throw up. All comfort you had from the tea was swept away as you sang and danced your heart out.

Collapsing backstage, you groaned.

Renee put a hand on your shoulder, rubbing it softly. “You poor thing,” she said.

“I am dying,” you sighed. Oak heard this and laughed.

“What is it? Bad Chinese food?”

You shook your head, pensive before continuing, “But now I want Chinese.”

Oak laughed, patting your head before going to get changed into his Madison costume.

It wasn’t until Room Where It Happened, that it happened. You felt it, and instantly recognized it.

“Shit,” you mumbled, continuing to perform. You took in a sharp intake of breath as you leaped. The tears in your eyes glossed your vision. How embarrassing could this get? The song ended and you had no more than two minutes before you were back on for the cabinet battle.

Sprinting to your room, you pulled down your pants to see the red stain.

“Fuck fuck fuck,” you seethed. Of course, on the one day you had chosen to wear pretty underwear.

Grabbing a handful of tissues from the makeup table, you stuffed them in-between your legs, hoping to stop the bleeding for two songs more. Then you would have a good seven minutes to find something.

You groaned at the idea of having to do Washington On Your Side like this. Shaking your head, you grabbed some Purel before running back to left wing for your cue.

After final bow, you booked it to your dressing room. Ari, whom you shared with, would be there any minute and you just wanted to go.

Unfortunately, Lin was waiting outside for you the second you slipped into your sweats. His brows furrowed for a moment, “I thought we were getting drinks?”

You gasped, the blood draining from your face (literally) as memory washed over you. Grasping onto his arm, you apologized profusely. “I’m sorry, I totally forgot, I just uh - I don’t…” Your face was flushed now and your neck was hot with embarrassment. Lin looked disappointed, making your heart break even more so.

“Do you want me to walk you home?” He mumbled, scratching the back of his neck.

You immediately shook your head, “No, no. I’m okay. Really. See you tomorrow!” You tried to sound enthusiastic, but the cramps in your stomach felt like rocks.

His eyes looked sad, instantly making your feel guilty. He didn’t move and neither did you. Lin took in a sharp breath before sputtering out, “I’m sorry.”

Now was your turn to be confused, “What are you talking about?”

“I probably made you uncomfortable by asking you out -“ that was a date? “I just think you’re really sweet and pretty - really pretty. And I just don’t know, I’m sorry. I probably just ruined this entire thing -“

“Lin,” you interrupted, a smile on your face. His eyes snapped to yours, worry clouding them. “I think you’re really sweet -“

“But you don’t like me like that.”

But, I got -“ you stopped again. His stomach was in knots, similar to yours. Looking around to make sure no one was near, you leaned in. Rolling your eyes before continuing, “I got my period and I don’t have anything to… you know…”

Lin’s eyes went wide as his face turned red. He instantly relaxed when he realized that you weren’t blowing him off. Still. he shifted from foot to foot at the topic of woman week. Avoiding the topic all together, he took a moment before asking, “So… you like me.” He smirked.

You bit your tongue to hold back a snap remark, opting to roll your eyes again. “Yes, dumbass. I like you.”

He smiled, unsure of what to do. Does he hug you? High five you? Kiss you? Finger guns? Finger guns.

You laughed at his boyish grin as he shot two fingers at you.

“Want to go get drinks tomorrow?” He asked.

You nodded before joking, “Or we could go to by place and watch Disney movies.”

Lin’s smile lit up the dark hallway as he nodded quickly.

“Wait, seriously?” You asked, half expecting him to say no. Why would he want to hang out with a PMSing girl right now?

Still, Lin nodded again, “Lemme just change and we can go, yeah? I’ll drive.”

Your mouth fell slightly agape as you agreed. Lin did just that, too. He quickly changed into a soft tee and jeans before taking your hand and heading towards his car.

Don’t Let Me Go Tonight, pt. 2

Steve Trevor x Reader

A/N: Looks like it’s going to be a mini-series. Maybe 4 parts tops.

Summary: Your best friend, Lydia, has had a strange fling with Steve Trevor - a man you have loved from afar. A few nights before his next military mission, the two of you have a night together. Is it love or a one night stand?

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Books and Injuries--Poe Dameron x Reader

Pain seared through your entire being as you were being wheeled to the infirmary. Your clothes were slowly becoming stained with blood and your vision was beginning to unfocus and blur with each passing second.

“Come on, (y/n), were almost to the infirmary. Stay awake for us, please,” a voice said to you. You groaned as another pang of pain struck you, this time coming from your left side. You could only make out colors now and even then they were all blurring together like the colors of a watercolor painting. Your breathing began to become labored and eventually, your vision turned dark. Unconsciousness was bliss.

Poe landed his X-Wing and hopped out of the cockpit. The landing strip was chaos as a few resistance members were arriving home from missions. Each one of these members had an injury of some sort. After placing BB-8 onto the ground, Poe left in search of someone who would know what was going on.

“Poe!” He heard his name being called by Finn.

“Finn! What the hell is going on around here?” He asked.

“There was an ambush by the first order during a reconnaissance mission,” Finn began, panic laced within his voice. Poe’s heart dropped. He knew about the mission that you were going on today and he had hoped that this wasn’t your team.

“Which squadron was it?” Poe asked hurriedly, eyes wide and heart pounding.

“5A,” Finn replied. Poe cursed to himself as he looked at the ground, worry beginning to take over his being.

“Have you seen (y/n)?” Finn shook his head. At that moment, Poe handed sprinted to the infirmary in hopes of seeing you with minor injuries and a smile on your face. As he passed, some gave him weird looks and others showed sympathy on their faces.

The medical bay was swamped with people, non of which being the one Poe was looking for. He quickly approached the desk.

“Is (y/f/n) (y/l/n) here?” He asked quickly, not wanting to waste another second. The woman nodded. “Room 1.”

“Thank you,” he said before walking to your room. His stomach was doing flips and turns as he trekked to your room. He quickly walked inside to see yoy laying on the bed in a mint green gown with bandages all over your body. An IV was inside of your arm and your eyes were still closed. The monitor beeped a steady tempo, revealing that you were still alive. Carefully he walked up to your bed and sat down on the chair beside it. Tears brimmed his eyes as he studied you more.

There was a bandage wrapped around your head, as well as a bandage around your left arm and shoulder. Your lip was busted and a bruise was starting to appear around your eye. Poe then reached his hand out, grabbing your cold left hand, holding back the tears. A knock disrupted the moment and he looked to see a doctor walking and stopping in front of the bed.

“She suffered some serious wounds to her abdomen, arm, and head. She’s lost a lot of blood, but luckily we were able to get her stable,” he said, now placing a hand on Poe’s shoulder.

“Is she going to be okay?” Poe asked, his voice quivering.

“As of now, yes. We will have to watch as she progresses, but if she keeps improving through tomorrow, she will be alright.”

“Thank you,” Poe said, placing his hand over the doctor’s on his shoulder. “When will she wake up?”

“Not for a while. Again, as I said, she lost a lot of blood so it’s going to be some time before she wakes up. You should be alright to get some food and change if you feel the need to,” the doctor said, leaving the room.

Around ten minutes after the doctor left, Poe decided that he was going to do what the doctor said.

“Hey, (n/n), I’ll be back in a little bit, I promise,” Poe said, placing a gently kiss on her hand. He was rewarded with only the sound of the heart moniter.

Poe left the infirmary and went to his quarters, where he was faced with BB-8. The small droid beeped in surprise as Poe entered and began to change into sweat pants, a T-shirt, and a jacket.

“(Y/n) is in the infirmary with some injuries, BB. I’m going to grab some food and head back there if you want to join me,” the pilot told the droid. A series of beeps erupted from BB-8 as he hurried out of the door and down to the mess hall. Sighing, Poe grabbed a random book and followed his droid, not wanting to be left behind.

Poe arrived back to your room with his droid in tow and a book in hand. He looked at the cover of the book.

“X-Wing Mechanics 101,” he said to himself. He scoffed as he sat down in the chair. You were still in the same position as you were when he left. BB-8 moved himself next to Poe and beeped wildy, seeing you in this state.

“She’ll be alright, she’s a fighter,” Poe told his companion and opening the book. “Looks like we’re going to learn about the mechanics of an X-Wing, (y/n).” Ruffling his hair, Poe began to read.

“The X-Wing is a complex machine that has the ability to fly and fire various weapons while also having the ability to house a pilot and any droid of the pilot’s choice. Understanding the abilities and mechanics of this complex machine from this book will make you not only a better pilot, but also allow you to have a better understanding of your craft,” Poe scoffed. “Yeah, as if. I didn’t read this and I’m the best pilot in the resistance.”

Poe glanced up at your form. You looked so peaceful and calm. Poe could only imagine the you were in when you were awake. He wished that he could have been there to protect you and to help you. He was glad that you didn’t die, at least not yet. He grasped your hand once more and studied your face, remembering the way your dimples would pop when you smiled or the way your nostrils flared when you laughed.

A quizzical series of beeps came from the orange and white droid to his left.

“I’ll tell her when she’s awake,” Poe replied to the droid. BB-8 countered him with three short beeps, causing the pilot to laugh. “You do have a point, bud. Anyways let’s get back to the book.”

Three hours had passed and Poe had only read through half of the book. A yawn escaped his mouth as he marked the page he was on and placed the book on the bedside table. BB-8 had left to recharge for the night.

“Y'know, I was expecting you to wake up and slap this book out of my hands,” he said to your still figure. “I’d be grateful if you did that for me. That way I can see that you’re really okay and I wouldn’t have to keep reading this boring thing. I bet the nurses who came in to check on you were so confused,” he laughed. “I’m sorry it’s such a dry book–it was the first thing I grabbed. Anyway I can’t wait for you to wake up. I miss your smiling, happy face short-stack.”

With that said, Poe stopped his conversation and stood. He walked out of your room and to the vending machine that was nearby, gabbing a bottle of water.

“It’s really sweet of you to read to your girlfriend while she recovers, even if it is about the mechanics of an X-Wing,” an accented voice said from behind him. A blush creeped onto his face.

“Thanks,” he said before heading back to your room, drinking some water from the bottle. He sat down. He held your hand once more and ran his thumb over your knuckles.

“I wish I had the guts to tell you this while you were awake, but I love you, (y/n). More than you can imagine. I rushed here as soon as I heard about what happened, hoping that you would be alright. I wish I was there to protect you, but then again you’re a tough cookie who can handle herself. I have to leave for the night, visiting hours are coming to close. Until tomorrow,” he said standing again and kissing your forehead goodnight.

Poe arrived to your room early the next morning after eating breakfast. He didn’t sleep well the night before, but that didn’t stop him from trying to sleep.

“Morning (n/n),” he said before sitting down. “I see you haven’t woken up yet.” The medical unit was silent this early in the morning, no visitors came this early, even though the hours started at this time of day. Poe held your hand once more, but this time he heard your heart moniter begin to speed up the slightest bit.

“Hey, hey, calm down,” Poe said soothingly. The moniter began to go back to its or final pace. “That’s it. I guess you can hear me now. Unless you’ve always been able to hear me. Can you squeeze my hand?” Poe was becoming anxious as he awaited your response. He felt a faint squeeze, but it was there. A smile graced his features.

“Hey, take your time waking up, I’ll be here, I promise,” he said. You took a deep breath and calmed once more. “In the meantime let’s finish this book.”

It took only an hour more to finish reading the book that Poe had brought from yesterday. He placed it on the he table and watched you rest. Suddenly you began to shift, followed by a groan and followed by your eyelids opening to reveal (e/c) eyes. Poe pressed the call button for a nurse as he held your hand once more.

“Hey,” he said, tears beginning to pool from his eyes. You smiled a pained smile.

“Hey,” your voice croaked, causing you to cough and causing pain to surge through your stomach. You groaned. The nurse then walked in and checked all of your vitals and your responsiveness. Finally she started a morphine drip to help you through the pain.

“I thought you were gone,” Poe said, tears sliding down his cheeks. You smiled.

“You’re not getting rid of me that easily. Besides, ever since you’ve started that book, I’ve been trying to wake up and throw it out the window,” you said. Poe began to chuckle.

“So I’m guessing you were able to hear some other things then,” he said, cheeks blushing. You smiled.

“Yeah. I never took you for the sappy type, Mr. Dameron,” you teased. “But I guess I love you too.” Poe’s face lit up as you said that and he placed a soft kiss onto your lips.

Hogsmeade (Draco Malfoy x Reader)

Description : A Slytherin gurl who is anti-social and has a crush on draco and every time a gurl confess to draco she will always be there to watch and then the rest is your plot thank u hope u notice dis!!!!

Warnings: I didn’t stick to the plot that well and Draco seems to be a little bit of an ass for a while.

(Authors Note: Thanks so much for 1k followers here! I really appreciate it x )


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The corridors are quiet as I walk back to the common room. The  only noise comes from the chattering portraits and an inaudible  whispering sound that becomes louder as I turn the corner leading up to  the Slytherin common room.

I come to a halt instantly as I come to witness a familiar event.

“Please go out with me…” she says, both of them apparently unaware of my sudden appearance.

The  girl is small, with perfect curls of sandy blonde hair that fall neatly  over her shoulder. She’s biting her lip nervously waiting for the  answer, looking up at the boy with expectant eyes .

“Eh sorry… I can’t…"He says, scratching the back of his neck uncomfortably.

As usual, it’s Draco Malfoy.

"Why?"The girl pushes, I begin to recognise her as a pupil from the year below me.

"Um because… I like someone else…"he says, averting his eyes to anywhere but the girls face.

"Ohh…"she  says, I try not to notice how her bottom lip trembles as she speaks, or  the tears that brim her eyes slowly leaking out.

"I’m sorry, I’d hurt you if I where to say yes."he explains but the girl turns away from him, covering her eyes.

"I understand, I’m sorry I’ve wasted your time,"she says before scurrying away, bumping into me as she goes.

"Uh  I’m sorry,"I say, realising how strange it must seem to have stood and  listened to them. But the girl says nothing and with a flick of blonde  hair she is away again.

”(Y/N)?“ Draco questions and I stop again, my cheeks burning.

"I’m sorry to intrude… again."I say and he chuckles.

"You seem to show up every time that happens,"he says with a smirk "are you stalking me?”

“What? No!"I defend and he grins before his lips fall into a frown.

"Can I trust you not to tell anyone? I wouldn’t want people knowing that I made girl cry,”

“I won’t,"I assure and he smirks again.

"It’s not like you have anyone to tell is it?”

“Shut up, Draco,"I mumble and he laughs at my blushing face.

I ignore him though and start heading through the common room  and into the girls dorm. I instantly collapse onto my bed with a sigh.

Why did he have to be so infuriatingly obnoxious all the time.

I blush at the thought before I find myself inwardly groaning for doing so.

Why does it always have to me that witnesses all these stupid confessions.

I  groan again, remembering the first time I’d seen someone confess to   him, in second year. Three years later and I’m apparently the only one   that has to constantly watch my crush being confessed to.

I   decide that the best thing to keep my mind off of it is to read my   book. So curling up in the corner of my bed I pull out my tattered copy of Jane Austin’s "Northanger Abbey” and begin to fall into the world of Catherine Morland.

Later when all the other girls fill into the room I ignore them and continue with the story again until I fall asleep.

I pick at some toast at breakfast today, still absorbed by my book as I eat.

“(Y/N)?”

I look up from my book to come face to face with the cloudy grey eyes belonging to Draco Malfoy.

I slip a bookmark into my novel and shut it with a sigh of irritation.

“Yeah, Draco?” I ask as he slides into a seat next to me.

“I’m sorry about what I said yesterday, about you not having friends,"he explains and a raise a quizzical eyebrow at him.

"It’s fine, I don’t care,"I say, turning back to my toast that I had abandoned at the start of our conversation.

"That’s not what your scarlet face told me at the time,"he comments.

"It doesn’t matter,"I snap

"It does! That’s why I’m taking you to Hogsmeade this weekend,” he exclaims with a smile.

“Wait, what? Why?"I say, panicking a little over the idea of going to Hogsmeade with Draco Malfoy, alone, just the to of us.

"That’s no way to treat someone who just asked you on a date."He says with a face of fake shock.

"D-date?"I stammer, feeling my face heat up dramatically.

"Yup,” he says, popping the p.

“Why would you want to go on a date with me?” I ask, utter bewilderment seeping into my unsteady voice.

“Didn’t you hear yesterday? I told that girl that I liked someone else."he says casually, making my jaw drop open.

"Me?”

“Who else do you think it would be?"he frowns.

"How can you be so casual about this,”

“Because, I’m clearly an obnoxious twat,”

“Indeed."I say with a roll of my eyes but I notice something in his face for a second, a hint of nervousness in his features.

"Will you just say yes? Unless you want to spend your weekend reading the same book another twelve times,” he says

“Um… okay,” I say, slightly insulted.

“Great, I’ll see you Saturday,"he says, standing up again with a smirk before leaving with a wave goodbye.

I’m left in shock with a crimson blush rising to my cheeks.


The weekend flies in and today is my big date with Draco.

Having  worked out over 500 possible catastrophes that can happen during the   date, I am now a complete mess and as I meet Draco at breakfast, my   heart is racing with nerves.

"Hey,"he says with a polite smile.

"Hi,” with as steady a smile as I can manage with my nerves wracking my body.

“Are you ready to go?”

“Yeah.” I say, my heart rate beginning to calm a bit.

“Lets go then,"he says with a grin

When we arrive at Hogsmeade it’s chilly despite the sun that comes blaring down on us as we walk.

We visit honeydukes, zonko’s and the bookstore before heading to the Three Broomsticks.

"This is fun,"Draco says, I can sense the sincerity in his voice.

"Yeah ,"I say with smile "I really am enjoying myself,”

“Does it beat your book?"he asks jokingly.

"I don’t know… maybe,"I giggle and he laughs with me.

I feel myself smiling as we walk along the cobble stone streets.

I  suddenly feel Draco’s hand sneak into mine, making me jump a bit but I  don’t take my hand back, I just keep walking as a blush creeps up my   neck and to my cheeks.

When we finally arrive at the Three Broomsticks it’s packed with other pupils, laughing and chatting with friends.

Draco and I take a seat at the back, near the fireplace.

"What do you want to drink?” Draco asks

“Eh  could I get a hot chocolate please?” I say, enjoying the idea of a whip  cream topped hot chocolate with a sprinkle of marshmallows.

Draco returns with two magical looking hot chocolates.

“Here,” Draco says, handing me the mug before sitting down across from me.

“Thank you,"I say, taking a sip.

We sit in silence for a while, enjoying our drinks.

”(Y/N),  I meant to ask a while ago, but why don’t you have many friends? You   are such a nice person and I don’t really understand.“ Draco asks out of  the blue.

"Eh I guess I’m just shy and a bit  awkward. It’s not that I don’t like people, sometimes I just need time  to be alone and read my book or something.” I explain and he nods.

“(Y/N), can I tell you something?"he says in a whisper.

"Of course, Draco,” I say and he looks at me with a hint of worry in his grey eyes.

“I  really like you. I’ve been nervous all week about this date so that’s why I sounded like a prick when I asked you to come with me,"he explains  and as cheeks glow red I find myself taking Draco’s hand from across  the table.

"I like you too, Draco,” I tell him and his features light up.

“Okay  I have something else to tell you,” he continues and I nod “I may have  also made sure you’d bump into me a couple of times  when people were confessing to make  you jealous."he tells me cautiously.

"Draco!"I exclaim, leaning over and hitting his shoulder.

"Well did it work?"he chuckles and that familiar red glow consumes my cheeks.

"Obviously…"I mumble making him laugh even more.

Merlin, this boy is infuriating.

anonymous asked:

jun being a dad and being so lovely to his wife and child

✎ i just want to prefix this by saying, i’m sorry it’s not a full-fledged scenario! i’ve never done a bullet point style before, however, this request has been collecting dust in my inbox for ages and i think a bullet point would be most fitting! so enjoy!

also, i did not know whether to make the bby a boy or girl, so you can decide!


father!junhui

⦁ the day you purchased your first pregnancy test, oh my god you were a very nervous, overwrought lil peach who spent at least an hour or so pacing in the bathroom, slapping the box against your wrist.

⦁ “lol stopping being a loser and just take the damn test, [Y/N]!!!”

⦁ once you saw those two pink tiny lines, tears immediately began dampening your lashes and your breath fell short and your heart started swelling.

⦁ i am a mother!!!! i have my own flower child now!!! whoop whoop!!!

⦁ you’re so inexplicably joyous and wow it would be great if junhui were there to celebrate with you. but then you’re like, junhui!!! he is the father!!! and even though you’re married the anxiety returns bc what if he is not as happy as you!!

⦁ eventually ur man comes home from practice. he’s in his usual white tee and black sweats with his duffle bag over his shoulder. his hair is bit damp toward the ends but he looks very soft.

⦁ you’re sitting on the sofa, looking a bit hollowed. he notices your eyes are slightly puffy and he can decipher a timid glint in their irises. he drops his things and scoots next to you, slipping an arm around your waist and pressing a lil kiss to your temple.

⦁ “did you have a good day, bby?” then he hears a faint sniffle as you dig into your hoodie pocket and show him the test. at first he doesn’t exactly understand or entirely know what it is so he’s like, “cool lol.”

⦁ and then you sigh whilst laughing at the same time. “no ya big idiot, it’s a pregnancy test!! i’m pregnant!!” you study his reactions very meticulously. he looks at you, then the test, then you, then the test.

⦁ before you can get another word out, junhui’s shaking his knees and scooping up your legs to pull you into his lap. his palms cup your cheeks and he steals a long kiss from your lips n then plants many short ones on your forehead.

⦁ “i am a father!!!! you are a mother!!!”

⦁ you both start tearing up a lil more. “omg so true!!” *high five*

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Daddy’s Little Girl

Originally posted by poorbeautifuldean

Summary: Dean x Reader - Adoptive father Bobby tells the reader that Dean and Sam are coming to visit. The reader is happy, as she secretly loves Dean Winchester. 

Triggers: None

Word Count: 3995

Y/N = Your name

You’d started your day like any other day, making breakfast for Bobby and you, and impersonating a federal officer when some hunter called in for a fake background check. Calling bullshit when the overly misogynistic sheriff on the other end of the line had questioned your gender.

Things were good, as they had been since Bobby took you in and raised you as his own daughter many years ago. Not only had he saved your life, but he had given you a chance at a new one. The gruff man was surprisingly a big softie once you got to know him. And he loved you like you were his own flesh and blood.

Sure there had been bumps in the road, and going through the awkward teenage years with only Bobby to rely on had been hard on you both. But you loved Bobby like your own father, and you knew he felt the same way. The two of you were family, no one ever questioned that, and you were treated with the respect that came from being Bobby’s daughter. The hunters all saw you as a reliable source of information, and you knew a lot of the lore and incantations like the back of your hand. In some areas you even surprised the old hunter with your knowledge of the supernatural, though you doubted you’d ever catch up to the living, breathing encyclopedia on all things weird that was Bobby Singer.

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Dark Secrets - Part 4

Context: You are a Slytherin who enjoys long walks in the Forbidden Forest, keeping dark secrets, and falling for a guy you never thought you’d fall for.

Warnings: FLUFF lots of it. 

Part 3

You rolled over and felt someone touching your hair and quickly opened your eyes to see Draco sitting at the edge of his bed. Sunlight was shining in through the windows and he had most of the curtains drawn on his bed.

“Shush, it’s only me.” He said, giving you a gentle smile. “Did you sleep okay?”

You nodded; remembering that awful nightmare and what ensued after you woke up from it, a small smile splaying across your lips.

Draco leaned over and grabbed a glass of water for you to drink. “Breakfast is in a few if you wanted to go grab something to eat.”

You nodded and sat up, taking the water and gulping it down in haste, realizing just how thirsty you were. “Thank you.” You managed before handing him the now empty glass. “I’m actually famished. You sleep well?”

“Extremely, thanks to you.” He said looking down at his hands. He must have woken up with you still in his arms. You felt a blush rise to your cheeks before you swung your legs over the edge of the bed.

“I’ll see you at breakfast then.” You said before nodding to him curtly and exiting his room. Your heart was beating uncontrollably in your chest as you leaned against his door, trying desperately to control your body.

After taking a long hot shower and dressing quickly, you ran down to breakfast as fast as you could. Pansy was waiting for you as usual, with a spot open next to her. Draco wasn’t sitting in his usual spot. Instead, he had moved across from you.

“Good morning.” You said to Pansy as you sat down next to her. She nodded towards you, looking as if she spent the night out drinking. “You look like crap. What happened?” you nudged her side.

“Remind me to never drink fire whiskey again.” She said before gagging. You grimaced as you heard Draco let out a small chuckle.

“Oh, I’ll make sure you never forget.” He said. “Good thing we don’t have class today or Professor Snape would be all over you.”

You all let out a laugh, except Pansy, before you heard someone clearing their throat.

“And why would I need to scold you?” Snape was standing behind Pansy and we all watched as her eyes widened with horror.

“Nothing sir, it’s just a saying, like a joke among the students.” Crabbe belted before we could stop him.

Snape looked at all of you individually before stopping on you. “Ms. Y/L/N, I suggest you find a new lot of people to hang around. I would hate to see you fall behind in class.” And with that, he left. You felt your body relax, letting out a small laugh before filling your plate with food.

After breakfast, you grabbed your books from your room and headed to the library to study. Draco had sulked off somewhere and you had a feeling you knew where. Finding a quite place in the corner of the library, you opened your book and started studying, nose so far in you wouldn’t have known if someone was sitting in front of you or not.

After a few hours of studying in the library, you felt the need to take a break.

If there was anything on the dark mark, it would have to be in there and you knew it. Scanning the aisles of books, you noticed one that seemed as if it were calling out to you. You walked over to it, pulling it from its dusty home and running your fingers across its front cover.

Opening it up, you noticed the same markings that were on Draco’s arm. You tore out the page in the book, folding it and slipping it into your pocket.

After gathering your books and making your way back to the Slytherin common room, you noticed a commotion going on in front of the fire.

“What’s going on?” You asked Pansy who was standing on the outskirts.

“Something about Potter and the others. They’ve disappeared.” She shrugged, walking away. You noticed that Draco wasn’t there and figured he was still dealing with his mess.

You dropped your stuff off in your room and walked outside into the chilly air, making your way to where Hagrid had suggested, the black lake.

You walked towards it with your wand lighting the path to the dark water, watching creatures swam across in the distance under the moonlight. Letting the light die out of your wand, you sat there at the edge of the water, trying to keep up with the way the water moved.

“It’s really beautiful.” You heard a voice behind you and jumped. Turning around you saw Draco standing there, his hands in the pockets of his slacks.

“Why do you always sneak up on me at this time of night?” You asked him, staring him down. He looked really bad. His eyes were bloodshot and he looked paler than usual.

“I’m sorry.” He said. Again, shock resonated through you as you heard the words you never thought you would hear.

“Oh, Draco.” You said, walking up to him and touching his cheek. He tried to turn away from you but you only continued. “Are you okay? You look…sick.”

“I’m fine.” He said turning away, his voice cracking. After a moment, he turned his head slightly and looked at you. “I think you should stay away from me from now on. It’s not safe and I can’t bear seeing you in pain.”

You stood there with pain clenching your heart. “Draco,” You whispered.

“No, I mean it. I don’t want you or anyone getting hurt and the further you are away from me, the better this is for both of us.”

You couldn’t help yourself as you rushed over to him, angrily grabbing his arm and pulling him around to face you completely. “Tell that to my face. Look me straight in the eyes and tell me that you want me to leave.” Tears had started to fall down your face, the wind whipping across making them feel like icicles.

He too had tears in his eyes as he tried desperately to hold them back. You both stood there, waiting for the other to break the silence.

“Oh what the hell,” He said before he crashed his lips against yours, pulling you closer to him. His hands searched your face as yours wrapped around his neck. You both searched each other’s mouths with your tongues, breathing heavily when you got the chance. As he moved to catch his breath, you leaned your forehead against his, laughing slightly, tears still falling down your cheek. His thumb wiped them away, kissing you again briefly before pulling away, his arms still around you.

“This is going to be hard.” He said, sadness washing over his pale features, his hands tightening around your waist like he was afraid he was going to lose you.

You sighed, “I know, but I haven’t left your side yet so don’t abandon me either.” You said. “I can take care of myself.”

He smiled at you and kissed your forehead, bringing you closer to him.

“Hey what happened with Potter and his friends?” You asked him. He pulled away from you confused.

“What do you mean?”

“They disappeared; the whole common room was talking about it today.” You said, taking his hand in yours.

He looked at you confused still before his expression turned to fear. “Him.”

You knew he was talking about Voldemort with the way his body started to shake. Pulling him close to you again and wrapping your arms around him tightly, you held onto him while he shook until he calmed down enough to look into your eyes again.

“I don’t know if I can continue doing this. How am I supposed to be strong when I obviously can’t be?” His voice cracked as tears brimmed his still bloodshot eyes. You kissed him lightly before taking his hand and pulling him to the lake.

“Do you see that?” You asked him, pointing to your reflection in the water. He nodded. “That is what will keep you strong. I will never let you down, I will never let you go, I will never abandon you. Trust me. Lean on me when you’re not feeling strong enough. Let me help you in your time of need.” You looked up at him through your lashes, smiling. “We will get through this together, even if it means we both have to run away from here, I will do it to keep you safe and to protect you.”

He took you in his arms, holding you close to him. Your head rested on his chest and you heard the quickness of his heart. “Let’s do it now then. Let’s run away and never look back. I can’t bear the site of him using you against me if I don’t do what he wants me to.”

You shook your head. “If we could do that right now, I would. But you and I both know that he would stop at nothing to find us and then what? Your worst nightmare would come true.”

He looked into your Y/E/C eyes, nodding. “You’re right.”

“Just get through whatever he wants you to do. I know it’s not easy and trust me, seeing you like this isn’t easy for me, but until this is all over, let me be your escape.” You said, reaching up and cupping his cheek. He leaned against it, closing his eyes as he took in a deep breath. When he finally opened them, he seemed calmer, almost happier.

“Thank you.” He whispered before kissing you again. You felt your heart tighten as his lips gently moved across yours.

You both stood there for awhile afterwards, talking about nonsense things, getting to know one another better. He never let you an inch from him the whole time; always keeping you close, touching you in some form. Every now and then he would steal kisses from you, making sure that you were still there. He talked of his mother and the love for her showed through with each word that left his mouth, and his father, the amount of respect and unwavering loyalty he showed never faltered. He talked of his summers at home and the elegant and unnecessary balls his parents would throw every year at the manor. He asked you questions about your family, telling him that your father died when you were young but your mother was a strong witch with very close relatives. You lived in a large house, not quite the size of a manor but large enough that you had a few rooms that were unused. You talked of your cat and your mother’s crazy habits. You spoke of summer and the long and endless nights of causing trouble with your friends. Your mother didn’t care as long as you stayed top of the class.

It was a peaceful conversation between two people who had fallen in love. You couldn’t take your eyes off of him every time he spoke. He wanted to know more about you, be closer to you, to fall into the color of your eyes and get lost; and you wanted nothing more but to do the same. For some odd reason, you couldn’t see yourself without him. He was starting to take on a form in your life that was inexplicably impossible to replace.

Part 5

A/N:
I tried to make sure that everything was correct, following the book wise. I started to think about re-watching certain parts of the movie to see if i got them right, but I think I did. I’ve had a pretty fantastic weekend so far. I hope you had one too. Happy monday!!!


Originally posted by nellaey