this is now my alarm in the morning

Idol Time Grandprix (the IRL arcade game one) starts tomorrow

It’ll be for Falala’s accessory and last the next three weekends.

And I’m not going. At least not on the first day. At first it was because I have a long overdue dentist appointment in the morning that I am committed not to change (and all of them have registration in the morning) but NOW I’m actually on call to go to work because my coworker’s wife is due to have a baby any day now. (Which I can’t really complain about, but won’t it be fun having my alarm go off in the morning and knowing I have to get up and get dressed for either work or a dentist appointment but which one???) 

AAAANYWAY. I think I will go to one on Sunday though, at Nagoya Prism Stone. If I get picked, hurrah. If I don’t get picked well, I’ll go see King of Prism anyway. Maybe I’ll see it twice. 

And it will be fine. Yes. 

Maybe I will go next weekend, maybe I will not… it all depends…. (the Prism Stone stores are generally a better experience at least because they know the game and enforce the rules/organize better… but I still can’t believe we are actually doing this shit show all over again…)

Source Material
It was fine morning. I woke up, ate breakfast, and headed to work.

Fantasy AU
It was a blessed new dawn. My eyes cracked open, I drank a potion at the tavern, and headed to the local guild to grab a quest.

Victorian England AU
It was a grim and rainy night. I awoke and drank down a bottle of good ol’ whiskey and took a puff of my pipe before heading down to the precinct. Somebody’s been murdered.

Edgy AU
The morning was as dark as my soul. I was already awake. I gulped down a cup of murky water and went to work, where I kick puppies for a living. If you can call my miserable existence “living”.

The AU Where That One Character Didn’t Die
It was a beautiful morning. I woke up in the arms of my 100% alive best friend who’s now also my husband. We ate breakfast together and he wished me a good day before I headed out.

Highschool AU
The alarm clock rang. Oh no, I was gonna be late for the first day of school! I quickly gulped down the breakfast my mom made me and headed to catch the bus.

College AU
The alarm clock rang. Oh fuck, I was gonna be late for my afternoon lectures. I quickly grabbed my clothes and fucked off to class before my dorm mate/girlfriend woke up.

Medieval AU
The sun did shine on that fateful day, as I woke from my slumber and walked out of my chambers and down to the court, where mine father was examining a list of possible suitors.

Space AU
Captain’s log, Stardate 2217.5. It is day 1023 of our 20 year mission to explore new worlds and expand the frontier into the unknown depths of space. I’ve taken my nutrition pills and I am ready for today’s adventure.

Pirate AU
Captain’s log, January 29th, 1717. Yesterday I thought would be my final log, as my ship sunk to Davey Jones’ locker. But behold, as I was having my last meal, a beautiful maiden, half woman and half fish rescued me from the depths.

Space Pirate AU
Captain’s log, 29.01.3017. The galactic authority were on my tail, nearly got us last night. I didn’t get much sleep. The ship’s kitchen system is busted too, so no breakfast either. Still, I’ve got alien hotties to mack on.

Wild West AU
Another sunny day in the Mojave. Five-Foot Joe is still out there. A kind lady gave me a jug of milk because I helped herd her cows. I didn’t stick around for her to thank me though. My work is never done.

Post-Apocalyptic AU
I woke up today, I don’t know what day it is. It’s cold. I slept inside the remnants of an old hotel last night. We were safe from the Creeps there, but I don’t know how long I can keep this group together without food.

Prehistoric AU
Gobrak find meat last night. Eat good. Gobrak find new meat today. Gobrak eat good. Gobrak go hunting.

The Really Weird And Specific AU That’s Popular In One Particular Fandom For Some Reason
It was a fine morning. I woke up, ate breakfast, and headed to work. Also half of my friends are intelligent pets.

Laucy VS Camren

Well, this is not a theory. I got up to these pics and they hit me like a truck. I’m not a morning person, but this even overpowered what an alarm could do.

I admit I wasn’t on the best state to see these pics because I just got my heart broken. So seeing the 1st pic posted on wildflyme’s instagram was breaking my heart even more because I’m a camren shipper af.

These pics are so sensual, yes. They both look really happy. With the fragile state of me right now, even the 1st pic had me so down and sad because my ship has lost in the middle of nowhere LOL. It felt as if my heart was ripped to two.

But again, this is media. One thing that is consistent about me wherever I am on social media (Twitter, Instagram, Tumblr) is that I don’t trust media anymore. MTV is one of them. I don’t even believe in Billboard, then how can I even trust MTV? This is the link

http://www.mtv.com/news/2995972/lauren-jauregui-lucy-vives-photoshoot/?xrs=_s.tw_news


After all, we all know, these are from a photoshoot in November 2016.

There are many possibilities out there, but I’m just gonna narrow them down to 2 possibilities here. If I list all the possibilities one by one, it might end up like a novel. It’s better to just focus on two.

1. Laucy did date just like what was mentioned in the article and Camren was NOT real or even if Camren might be dating at some point

2. Laucy did date just like what was mentioned in the article, but Camren IS real as well

You know, when you read these 2 possibilities, you will feel like, “No, I think..” or “Wait.. but..” Save it. Let’s just focus on these 2, because I know it’s a never ending debate if we talk about all possibilities.

But now, let’s see the big picture and let’s stop with “No, Camren is real” and “No, Laucy is real” debate. Let’s look at another point of view here. What if both ships are real?

For me, the 2nd possibility is what I believe. You know I don’t trust media anymore just like what I said earlier. But, what was mentioned in MTV is STILL one of the many possibilities, right? We can’t just exclude it just because we are denying that Laucy is real.

Laucy might be real at some point (or not). They mentioned they dated on and off for a few years. They have known each other since high school. The context of “a few years” might be around 2 - 3 years. That’s my definition. 4 years for a relationship for me is a long time. I can’t define it as only “a few” years. But, what if this happened before Camila and Lauren met each other? Or what if this happened before Camila and Lauren realized they fell in love with each other? For God’s sake, this might happened during the X Factor as well, and Laucy & Camren might be a complicated love triangle (okay, I’m delusional but this is one of the million possibilities out there, right?)

It was mentioned in MTV article that they did this photoshoot as part of their coming out. It was mentioned “They did really like each other” but there was no timeline mentioned about when they had the relationship. It was only mentioned “They dated for a few years”.

Those photoshoot pics might break my heart, but I’m not losing my Camren heart. No.. Why? Because of these.

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I’m sorry but they look really happy here as well? Or are you still gonna call me delusional?

Well, these gifs seem too friendly though. But these iconic moments will always be in our minds.

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Your other expressions can lie, but your eyes will never lie. These gifs are heart-warming to be honest.

Then, these indirects.

Lol, I’m sorry for being extra on this. But have you realized that the article confirmed yet killing Laucy at the same time?

I’m NOT losing hope on what I call as true love. I might be so lowkey about it on my instagram and twitter accounts cause I use those platform for another purpose. I never posts about Camren there. But here, in Tumblr, I’m quite vocal about it. I might not be as intense as the other Camren accounts, and I might be lowkey about it, but since the very beginning my fan account was made, I AM a Camren shipper.

You have your right to believe what you wanna believe, but I believe in true love and that revolves around Camren, because the way Lauren looks at Camila is love.

P.S. Guys, I don’t know why but on my phone the pictures shown are only a few. Even the indirect pics are only one which is shown. Is it like that in your phone as well? Because I posted this using my laptop. If you see it from the laptop or computer, you’ll see all the trolls lol

Power Rangers Living Together Headcanon

Created with the help of the lovely @catyz101 and the wonderful @vintagecarter go ahead and give them a follow please.

- Two years after the attack, when the rangers graduate highschool, they decide to build a house together in the mountains near the ship.

-When goldar went down billy managed to save a lot of gold
“Like my dad said, you find it you keep it”
Needless to say they’re fucking loaded.

-Kim and Trini adopted a cat courtesy of her brothers. The twins found him and managed to keep him for a week before their mom found out and he was sent to live with Trini.
“Take care of gato for us”
“Wait you named i-”
“GATO, is in great hands”

-The cat loves everyone but Zack and Jason. Every time the cat cuddles up to Billy “traitor” can be heard faintly whispered through the house.

-Zack goes to the kitchen at 1 in the morning and finds the cat just sitting there staring at him, they have a staring contest for two mintues until he slowly backs away back into his room.

-They rotate dinner every night. They all make something thats authentic to them but the weekends are take out nights. It an unspoken rule of the house

-Zack almost breaking his neck doing a double take on Trini leaving from Kim’s room in the early morning

-“ITS NOT A WALK OF SHAME IF ITS YOUR OWN HOUSE” Kim passing by headed to the kitchen “you are definitely doing the walk of shame babe.”
“KIMBERLY”

-Billy quietly comments from the back “why are you so surprised, thats the 5th time this week.”
“Billy, its tuesday”

- “Hello, yes, i found your number in the yellow pages i was calling to tell you that MY BEST FRIEND JUST GOT LAID also a large pizza please”

-Trini watches a novella one day outta habit, and suddenly Jason and Zack are addicted. “No, trini you cant change the channel we are watching that!”

-Kim puts pink hair dye in her shampoo to figure out who keeps using it. The culprit was Jason…… and Trini

-“Who the fuck put jello in the toilet”
“You see its not actually jello its this silicone-”
“BILLY?!”
“I’ll take it you’re upset with me….”

-Theyre the hardware stores best customer. The owner thinks they own a construction company. He is yet to be corrected

-One day the boys come back from the store early and hear a scream in the house. They all barge in too kims room and walk in on the girls.
“Oh my god GET OUT”
Billy closes his eyes and runs smack into the wall putting a hole in it while jason and Zack are running out dodging pillows.

-“Steve come here girl” “Zack we are not naming our dog Steve” “what about zordon?” “you wanna name my daughter after wall dad? How dare?” “you were about to name her Steve?!” “Personally i thik she looks like a Steve…” “Thank you billy”

-“Oh well if it isnt satan himself coming to visit my room when it does not belong here!” “Guys the cat isnt that bad”
“Billy do not speak on matters that do not concern you”

-“Who taught you savages to do the laundry?” “Trini relax.” “Relax? Jason, Isnt it bad enough my hair is pink but now my white tshirts are too because Zack put your shirts in with mine.”

-“Hey yellow, pink, your hell cat just attacked steve.”
“Do you dare slander my cats good name?! YOU CAN MEET ME IN THE PIT!!”

-They have color coded bath Towels. Zack likes to steal someone elses each week which isnt a problem until he struts out the bathroom in pink towels when Kim’s parents come to visit.

-“I know DAMN well i had last nights episode of Rupauls drag race recorded who DELETED IT?!?” “Sorry Zack that may have been me, but dont worry i have it recorded on my tv too” “Billy, you are my hero”

-Gato steals steves bed all the time and its the leading cause of argument in the house.

- “Satan’s spawn please, my daughters bed is too big for you and she cannot sleep in your small bed” hiss hiss “Okay that was rude” hiiiisss “TRINI! CONTROL YOUR SON AND GET HIM OUTTA MY DAUGHTERS BED RIGHT NOW”

-Fire alarm goes off at six in the morning. Multiple voices are heard screaming “KIM” from 4 seperate rooms

-She was just making toast.

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Pairing: Dylan x Reader

Author: @ninja-stiles

Words: 2393

Warnings: unprotected sex, explicit language

Authors Note: I’m really excited about this one! There will also be a part two that I’ll have to start working on! I want to thank @thelittlestkitsune for mentioning to me for this to be sinful and giving me a few pointers! A HUGE thanks goes to @smutandahalf for reading this over plenty of times and helping me express what I was saying better and helping on a few parts I didn’t know how to explain. 

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anonymous asked:

Can I pretty pretty please see a feverishly delusional Lance stuck in bed and missing breakfast? Then Keith going down to check on him and Lance just groggily looking up at him and saying things like "You're really pretty, Keith." "Is bang you in a heartbeat if you'd let me." And when the others come in, Keith just turns to them in fear and says, "Oh my god, he's lost his mind."

Words cannot express how much I love this prompt.

When the his alarm goes off in the morning, Lance feels unusually tired and sluggish. Opening his eyes is difficult; his eyelids feel like they’ve been weighed down with stones. Eventually he manages to pry his eyes open and reach over to turn off his alarm. Every movement is slow and clumsy-the world feels like it’s moving in slow motion.

Now that he’s a little more aware, Lance realizes that something must be wrong with the heating system on the ship. It’s the only explanation for why his skin feels like it’s on fire, and his hair is plastered to his skin with sweat. Groaning, Lance reaches down, feeling around with his fingertips for the edge of the blanket and tossing it off of him. The instant rush of cool he feels allows him to breathe a sigh of relief.

The blanket ends up in a heap on the floor, but Lance is willing to clean it up later if it means that he doesn’t have to boil alive. Speaking of getting up, he should probably head to breakfast now. Slowly, carefully he levers himself into a sitting position, pausing for a moment to let his spinning head and churning stomach settle.

Pushing himself to his feet proves to be his undoing. Lance wobbles for a moment, briefly hopeful that he’s going to make it, before he’s overcome with dizziness and falls back onto the bed. He curls into a tight ball, trying to stop the room from spinning and his head from pounding. He’ll be fine-he just needs a few minutes. It’s probably just low blood sugar or something like that, and it’ll clear up as soon as he has breakfast.

He doesn’t even notice when he falls asleep.

Keith scowls as he stands outside the door to Lance’s room. Of course the slacker is running late. The others had been worried when Lance hadn’t showed up at breakfast, but Keith had just rolled his eyes, figuring that the blue palladin had just overslept. He’d volunteered to go fetch Lance-not because he was worried, but so he could give him a lecture for being lazy.

“Lance?” Keith calls, knocking on the door again. Still no answer. Grumbling under his breath, Keith decides to just open the door and go in. If Lance wanted privacy, he would show up on time.

He shoves the door open, calling Lance’s name again and sighing heavily. This is not how he wanted to spend his morning.

He stops in his tracks when he spots Lance. The blue palladin is sprawled out on his bed, a deep red fever blush painting his cheeks. The rest of his face is deathly pale.

Keith curses, kneeling by the bed. He shakes Lance’s shoulders gently. “Lance? Are you okay?” He presses a hand to Lance’s cheeks and forehead, wincing at the heat that he finds.

Lance slowly cracks his eyes open. “Heya Keith,” he slurs tiredly. His eyes are glassy and dazed.

“Oh good, you’re awake,” Keith says in relief. “Listen, you’re running a really high fever. We need to get you to the medical bay.”

Lance doesn’t seem to be listening, just shoots Keith a crooked smile. “You’re really pretty, Keith. Especially when you’re worried.”

“What?” is all that Keith manages to sputter out. But Lance isn’t done yet.

“I’d bang you in a heartbeat if you’d let me,” Lance says seriously, letting his eyes fall closed again.

Keith can’t even come up with any words to respond. He’s pretty sure that his brain has short-circuited.

After Keith has been gone for quite a while, with no sign of either the blue or red palladins, Pidge gets impatient. “What is taking those boys so long?” she asks irritably, standing up. “I’m going to go see what they’re up to.”

Hunk and Shiro voice their concerns as well, and the three of them make their way over to Lance’s room, where Keith had been going before. Finding the door open, they peek in.

It’s certainly an odd scene: Lance is lying on the bed, looking deathly ill, while a dazed-looking Keith crouches next to him.

“Keith? What’s going on?” Shiro asks tentatively.

Keith turns to face them, his face full of confusion. “Oh my god, he’s lost his mind,” he whispers hoarsely. “He’s saying the strangest things.”

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by reddit user OtistheWriter

I hate thunderstorms in the Midwest, mainly because they bring with them a threat of real danger. In southern Nebraska we’ve been known to have tornados somewhat regularly, ugly black funnels that drop from the sky and ruin your life. 

That is, if you lived in my neighbors house in 1997, when I was a teenager. I’m referring to a family of three just several homes down. Family friends and caretakers of our corgi while we were on vacation, they helped our street feel like home. Then the storm came and everything changed.

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How to stop snoozing - 

We all do it, it’s nothing new, yet it’s something that wrecks our “this year I’m gonna wake up early” goals. Snoozing is the single most comforting and annoying thing in the day.

So how do we stop snoozing and actually wake up on time?

1. Don’t put your phone (or alarm clock if you use that) too close to your bed when you sleep - basically, it should be far enough so that you actually get up to even snooze it.

2. Don’t use a single alarm tune for more than a couple of weeks. In my experience, once you get used to that tune, it’s pretty easy to go back to sleep after snoozing it, or even letting it play.

3. Keep your phone/alarm clock in different places everyday (or at least every other day). Set them apart by only a few inches if not more, but the change in position helps you up in the morning when you have to look for your phone rather than just go to the one specified place and shut it off.

4. Try an alarm that wakes you up with something cute/useful - like daily news, cute critters, whatever makes you happy. Don’t put a screaming animal as an alarm - mornings should be pleasant, and an annoying sound to wake up to will make you less inclined to wake up at all! Also, chances are you’ll shut a bad alarm off rather than snoozing it - not the best idea.

5. Go to bed earlier if you can. Duh.

6. Plan your sleep so you wake up at the end of your REM cycles - ideal sleep lengths would be 3 hours, 4.5 hours, 6 hours, 7.5 hours, 9 hours and so on. You’ll feel fresher and be more likely to not snooze.

7. Plan something good for your morning - this one is pretty obvious. My morning schedule goes like something like this these days:

  • 5:00 - wake up
  • get dressed
  • make coffee/hot chocolate
  • blog a bit
  • 6:00 - study Danish (my favorite thing to study right now!)

I study Danish until I’ve completed whatever I wanted to do, and then I move on to the next subject. If I put say, chemistry (which I hate) in my early morning sessions, I’d snooze until 7.

So I hope that helped! If you’re trying to wake up early, remember you can do it! Good luck, my owls xx

just- isak laying in bed with Even (who’s like reading or sketching or something and it’s like 3am) and Isak just sends out a text message to Eskild. Not even expecting a response but Isak hasn’t talked to him in like 3 days and like- he misses his guru. But the Eskild responds immediately with a heiiii Isaak baby! what’s goingf oln?

And Isak snorts loud enough to capture Even’s attention, who noses Isak’s hair out of the way to get a better glance at Even’s phone and Isak texts back is my guru drunk? and then he doesn’t get a response for a couple of minutes, but when he does it’s a video of Eskild in some outlandish gay club with a pink feather boa and an even pinker drink in his hand dancing along to Katy Perry and Isak misses him.

Which Even seems to sense because he pecks Isak’s cheek and insists that when Eskild is sober, that Isak needs to call him and invite him over for dinner. Which Isak grumbles about loudly for several seconds but then immediately types out the message to file away in his drafts to send off when his alarm wakes him up in the morning. But for now all he sends back is a a winky face and a i hope you pull someone hot tonight xx

“Hey, are you free Wednesday afternoon?” Chowder asks.

Dex checks his phone. “Yeah, man. Project time?”

“Sure thing.” Chowder enters it in his calendar. “Should I text Chad?”

Dex shrugs. “Can’t believe we have to work with a lax bro.” He imitates their professor’s voice. “Good, good. A team of athletes. No trouble scheduling.”

“Except our practices are all mornings,” Chowder says, and groans. “What is it with Bitty and Soviet morning calisthenics?”

Dex shrugs. “Don’t let him hear you say that.”

Chowder shudders. Then he nudges him. “So,” he says. “I’m not gonna pry. But–okay, stop me if I’m going too far.” Dex looks curious but not alarmed. “So I go down to start my laundry in the basement, and you were down there fixing the dryer, and so was Nursey, yeah?” Now Dex looks alarmed. “And I went back up the stairs as soon as I figured out you guys were busy.” Chowder puts giant air quotes around ‘busy.’

“Thanks,” Dex says.

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Rescue Me

Part One of Three

Character Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Word Count: 2965

Warnings: Swearing, tension, attempted abduction, Bucky on a motorcycle. Eventual Smut.

A/N: I wrote this for my friend/soulmate/person, Nikki. I wasn’t going to post it, but she loved it so much and wanted me to share it! Part Two will be posted in a few days, and part three a few days after that! Tag lists are open!



You knew you should have stayed home today.

You looked up at the man who was pressed against you but it was too dark in the utility closet he had pulled you into.

He was looking out of the crack in the door at the thousands of people milling around the airport. The sliver of light bisected his face showing a black baseball cap, scruff along a hard-set jaw and black shirt.

Your back was against the wall and most of his hard body was pressed along yours. When you moved your head to try and see around him, your cheek brushed against his shoulder. You could feel the warmth radiating off him where his chest was mashed against yours.

You kept waiting on the panic to set in. A strange man had come out of nowhere and grabbed your arm. He told you to, “Play along,” as he hauled you along with him. Next thing you knew, he had opened a door and pushed you through it. Once you were inside, he had bent low and told you that he, “Wasn’t going to hurt to you, and will explain in a minute.” You had only caught a glimpse of him, but you were pretty sure you saw the light glint off a metal arm.

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EXO Reaction to you waking them up with kisses

Xoxo, Admin A~

/I don’t own any of the gifs used, unless stated otherwise/


Chanyeol:

“Jagi? Why did you stop? No no… I’m not awake! Continue please!”

Kris:

*Doesn’t matter it’s so early in the morning* “No one said I can’t be naughty at this hour”

Sehun:

“Come on… wake up…. I want my morning kisses!” *Boi will want this everyday*

Tao:

*He probably won’t wake up… you know… he’s a panda… and he sleeps like one*

Kai:

*Well uhm… gif speaks for itself*

Xiumin:

*Lovely squishy Minnie in the morning* “Jagi… you are so adorable… it’s my turn now, to kiss you”

Baekhyun:

*He would be in such a good mood the whole day* “My girlfriend woke me up with kisses… my girlfriend woke me up with kisses! And what did you do? You had an alarm to wake you up!”

Chen:

“Hmmm jagi… this is great… but maybe we should do… something with more action to wake up”

Luhan:

*This is his face every time you don’t wake him up with kisses* “Where are my kisses… I need my daily dose of kisses! Today won’t be a good day….”

Kyungsoo:

*Everyday in the mornings* “Ahh I feel like the luckiest man alive!!!”

Lay:

“Ahh baobei… I love waking up to your kisses, it’s the best. Thank you, my lovely girlfriend. Come, I’ll make breakfast for you”

Suho:

*Pretends to be asleep all the time so you give him more and more kisses* “I can’t help it! I’m addicted to my jagi’s lips!”

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Sick

Hello, yes I am back! I decided to combine a couple of requests into one because they fit :)

One where y/n gets sick and shawn catches it?
One where he gets sick and denies it?

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Before you even open your eyes, you already feel the pain in your throat. You’re barely even fully awake, but your heart already drops. You can’t be sick right now. Well, actually, you can, but you’re traveling with your boyfriend for the week and you don’t want him to get sick because he has a lot of commitments. You’re afraid that Shawn will catch your sickness because he’s going to want to be near you even though you’ll try your best to keep him from being too close.

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Hi everyone.

First of all, we’re sorry for disappearing like we did. After the Irene Adler case, we decided that we were owed a little break (read: Sherlock woke me up the morning after the case was concluded by throwing my suitcase on the bed and pulling our clothes from the closet, announcing that we were leaving 221B for a while). By the time I realised it wasn’t for a new case, we were already halfway to Sussex. Apparently, the Holmes family has a cottage here, but, unfortunately, the wifi is nonexistent.

So, here we are now, on our own, with the sea air surrounding us and the sound of seagulls as our alarm clock.

Anyway, Irene Adler. She’s… well, I can’t disclose too much information due to its sensitivity, but I can safely say that Sherlock has saved the day, yet again. When Irene showed up at our flat, she was in danger. She had faked her death and hid her phone with Sherlock, to get away from those who were out to get her and coming back endangered not only her, but her girlfriend Kate as well. That phone was the only thing she had to use to keep them safe. Page after page of sensitive information, all locked away with a code only she knew. Not even Sherlock could figure it out.

And she used it. She used Sherlock to crack a code (I can’t divulge in this further, so don’t ask) and Irene sent it on. To Moriarty. She had been working for him, all this time! And we fell for it.

It was a close call, but Sherlock figured it out. God, he was brilliant. The moment he realised what the code was, I couldn’t believe that he even real. I know we’ve both said on multiple occasions that not everything is about me… but this was. She must have changed her password when she met us, so it spelled JOHN. Unbelievable!

Sherlock was down, beaten, ridiculed and he managed to come out on top anyway. It’s over now. Irene Adler has disappeared from our view - although Sherlock does not appear too worried about her wellbeing. I’ll be happy if she stays away, to be honest.

But enough about her. That’s over and done with. On the one hand, I’m grateful to her. Without her, I never would have - well, I’m not sure how long it would have taken for Sherlock and I to tell each other how we felt without her interference. I’m currently basking in the sun, laptop on my lap, and I’m typing one-handed because next to me is an amazingly brilliant and gorgeous man, scrolling through his phone whilst holding my hand with his free one.

So… ta for that, Irene Adler. And good luck to you, wherever you are.

Okay? - Archie x Reader requested

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Anonymous said: Hello! Your writing is wonderful:) I was wondering if I could possibly get an established Archiexreader where maybe you get hurt or something and he’s worried about you? Just angst and fluff idk it’s ok if you can’t. Love your writing ❤

I hope this works for your request. Most of my stuff doesn’t really have a happy undertone so I tried my best with this. Also I want to say thank you for all the really nice message I received over the last few days. I appreciate it very much guys. Warnings: talk of an eating disorder


Instead of your alarm waking you up, you were welcomed by a vibration from your phone.

Archie: Good morning gorgeous

You gave a smile to the text.

Y/N: Why do you have to be such a morning person? I had 15 more minutes until my alarm…

Archie: Good. That means your up. You should come over for breakfast, Juggie is making waffles. Then we can walk to school.

You groaned a little at the thought of food. Although you had been dating Archie for about two months now, you were pretty sure he hadn’t noticed your eating habits - or lack there of.

Every once in a while he would say you ate like a bird. You just justified him he eating so many calories for football and working out so much.

You weren’t one that was comfortable with their body. And while your older sister was now away at college - your mother still made comments about your weight and how you should be more like your sister.

You sighed at the message. Thinking of how to get out of it even though you wanted to see Archie as much as possible.

Y/N: Or…I could go back to sleep for a bit in my warm comforter that is calling me.

Archie: …but waffles!

Y/N: How about I meet you for walking to school while I sleep and have cereal?

You sighed at the lie you texted back. You knew you weren’t going to eat breakfast.

Archie: Alright, see you then babe.

You smiled at his text but gave a groan into your pillow. You set your alarm for another 10 minutes.


You knocked on door in front of you. You were aware your eyes were a little tired - but thanks to some concealer, you were able to cover it. Your hand shook a little while it returned back to your side.

The door flung open pretty quick.

“Hey”, Archie greeted you with a smile and kissed your cheek while Jughead followed out behind him. He grasped your hand, fingers entwined. “Enjoy your cereal?”

You gave a smile that acted as a mask, “I enjoyed my sleep and then my cereal”.

“How was your weekend Jughead?”, your face looked to the boy who started to walk ahead of you a little.

He turned around while walking backwards on the sidewalk. “Oh you know the usual. Writers block creeping up around midnight and soothing my woes with coffee”.

“And Betty…”, Archie gave some eyes as if he was teasing him.

“Yeah well…she helps my writers block!”, he gave a slight hit to Archie’s chest while laughing. Jughead turned to keep walking.

“I have practice later but do you want to do Pop’s tonight with the gang?” Archie’s focus was now on you.

Thoughts of food again. But a milkshake could be worse…. “Yeah, okay”, you gave a smile and Archie seemed pretty content with your answer. You blushed while he squeezed your hand a little as he acted genuinely happy. 

You thought about it for a moment. It was the second time he had brought up food already and school hadn’t even started. Was he noticing? Your thoughts kept you from Archie’s words as you seemed to lose focus. You felt anxious, guilty even. Why was this amazing guy with someone like you? 

You saw the school ahead of you but then your ears started to hear a ringing. Your palms felt sweaty and you stopped in your tracks. Archie still had your hand and started saying something. You couldn’t hear it. You were confused. Then flashes of black were coming to you, it got hazy and your body felt light. 


You thought you were asleep until your eyes shot open. Something was on your mouth. You tried to pull at it but someone stopped you. Your head was throbbing and your sight was coming back. 

You looked to your right and saw Archie. He looked sad, tears in his eyes until his focus found you staring. He seemed a little happier by you being awake and started saying something again. You slightly shook your head as your hearing was coming back, “what?”. Your voice grasped as your mouth felt dry. 

“Are you okay?”, his hand was rubbing yours as you could hear a siren. You looked around and realized you were in an ambulance. 

Your eyes freaked out a little. “Wh…what…happened?”, your voice was still small and weak. 

“You passed out. You hit your head a bit. Juggie called your parents for you while I called the ambulance. Are you okay?”. 

You nodded. “I think so”, you moved up slightly until a paramedic on your left slightly pushed you back down. 

“Hey there. Glad you’re back. Now, can you follow the light with your eyes?“ 


An IV was started for you as you were still in a bit of a daze as well as a panic. You heard the words “dehydrated” and “low blood pressure” and that a nutritionist would be in soon. Archie was finally allowed back in after the doctor left. 

You felt embarrassed, guilty and a bit sick in your own body. Your thoughts only focused on that until Archie grasped your hand again. “Hey”, worry was in his eyes. Something you hadn’t seen directed to you from him before. 

“Hey…”, your face looked to the IV next to you. 

A pause followed for a bit, lingering in the air until Archie broke it. “Y/N?”, his eyes were welled up with water again. It was as if he was looking through you. You gave a slight squeeze to his hand in response. “Have you been eating?”.

Your eyes parted from him out of guilt. Your breath felt heavy again. As if something was caught in your throat. A pause came back until you shook your head no. Archie got up from the chair and dived his body into yours giving you a large hug. He kissed your forehead. “You scared the hell out of me”, his voice wasn’t angry, just sad still. He backed his body away a little while his hand grasped the side of your face. “You are so amazing just the way you are, don’t you see that?" 

Your eyes started to well up now, and while he said the words, you still didn’t feel them to be true. "No”, was the only answer you could muster. 

“Well you are. We’re going to get through this okay?”, his fingered wiped the small tears coming down your face. 

You were taken back by his words. “You still want to? Even with…”, your eyes went to the IV as if that finished the sentence for you. 

He gave a smile, “of course I do. You really are amazing, even if you don’t see it yet”. He brought your lips to his in a quick but sincere kiss. “Okay?”, he sat back down while rubbing your hand. 

You thought for a moment. “Okay”.

One Call Away

Can you do an imagine on what it would be like having a phone call with Tom?

“H-hello?” I said, half awake.

“Hello darling.” a familiar voice said.

“Tom? Babe do you have any idea on what time it is?” I yawned. He chuckled over the phone.

“Pretty early for you I’m guessing.” he said. I looked at the alarm clock on my nightstand and it read 3 in the morning.

“No. 3 a.m is totally late for me.“I joked. He laughed and there was silence on his end.

“Tom…..? Tommy?” I said once I didn’t get an answer the first time.

“I’m here Love.”

“Is something wrong?” I asked, sitting up in bed, wide awake now.

“Not really.. I just… Really miss you. And the sound of your voice… And waking up next to you.” he said. I smiled.

“Well… It’s no fun without you too Tom.” I said, moving to sit on my stomach.

“Keep talking.” he said. I hinted a smile in his tone.

“I miss waking up and you showering me in kisses. I miss your hugs and your hands. I love playing with your fingers.“I said, smiling. He chuckled and I continued.

“I also miss the way you would sneak little kisses and act like you didn’t do it. I miss the way you smell. I sleep in your hoodie every night.” I said, sniffling.

“Oh don’t cry Love.” he whispered. I wiped my eyes and took a deep breath.

“I can’t help it Tom.” I sniffled.

“I have a surprise for you.” he said.

“What kind of surprise?” I asked.

“Why don’t you head down to the lobby to see.” he said.

“Tom… It’s too early.” I said.

“Just do it.” he said. I sighed and slipped on some shoes, wrapping myself in a blanket and went down to the lobby, the elevator freezing. I got down and saw nobody.

“Okay… I’m here.” I said.

“Okay. Head over to the snack shack.” he instructed. I shuffled over and sitting on top of the table was a beautiful bouquet of flowers.

“Oh Tom…” I said, touching my mouth with my hand and examining the flowers. He chuckled over the phone.

“You like them?”

“Like them? I fucking love them Tom. I just wish you were here giving me them.” I said.

“Well… Turn around then.” he said. I turned around and there was nobody.

“Wha-”

“Did you really turn around?” he said laughing.

“You’re a dick Tom.” I said. I felt arms wrap around me and I panicked, hitting them in the gut with my elbow. A groan came from both the person and from my phone. I turned and saw Tom on the floor, clutching his stomach.

"Tom! Oh my god I’m so sorry.” I said kneeling down to comfort him.

“Nah. It’s my bad.” he groaned, sitting up. I tackled him into a hug and he chuckled.

“I missed you. You ass.” I said.

“I missed you too darling.” he said in my hair. We looked at each other and he placed a soft kiss on my lips, bringing tears to my eyes.

“Oh Love…” he said, wiping a tear away.

“I’m okay. I’m just happy.” I said, laughing a little. He smiled and I helped him stand up.

“I’ll have someone bring that up later. But right now…” he said, bringing me closer to him. “Let’s go spend some time together.”

We made our way up to our apartment where we attacked one another.

“God I hate traveling.” he said carrying me to the bedroom. I laughed and bit his lower lip.

“I hate when you do.” I said as he lifted my shirt up. He smirked and climbed on top of me, covering me with kisses.

Daughters Are Great Wingwomen

Title: Daughters Are Great Wingwomen

Pairing: Single Parent AU - Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 1700 (exactly!!)

Warnings: light cursing (like, one F bomb)

A/N: This was written for @splendidcas‘s Birthday Fic Challenge. I’m so sorry that it’s late, but I hope you had a wonderful birthday! (May many wonderful pictures and gifs of Misha Collins and Castiel grace your presence.) XD

This story is written in two different perspectives (the reader’s and Dean’s). Thoughts are in italics.

Constructive criticism and feedback is welcome!


“Mary, would you hold still for just two seconds?” Dean pleaded as he attempted to braid his six year old daughter’s hair.

“But Daddy, you’re taking forever,” she whined.

Dean sighed in response, still trying to make sense of the tangled mess in his hands. He eventually gave up on the braid and settled on putting Mary’s hair up into a high ponytail.

“There,” he declared when he finished. “Now grab your backpack and head to the car. We gotta get you to school.”

Mary immediately sprinted towards her bag and then latched onto her dad’s leg as he looked for his keys and his wallet.

“Dad, hurry up. You’re gonna make us late,” Mary teased, smirking at her father.

“Yeah, yeah, alright. We’re going.” Dean ushered his daughter out the door and into the car, making his way to her school.

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Auston Matthews - Part 24

Explicit content, beginning marked with “~~” as well as when it ends. 

I exhaust myself but finish my kitchen by the time the game starts, thanks to time zones. I hunt down my box of blankets and snuggle down on the couch with my pups. I get the feeling this is going to become a nightly routine when Auston has a game. Not that I didn’t used to watch the Leafs play, I just usually had something in front of me as well, but now I feel guilty if I don’t watch the game in its entirety. They have a few days before another game, getting a little bit of a break after a tough road trip and Auston will be home in the morning, but I doubt I’ll be able to see him until later tomorrow.

               My eyes are getting heavier and heavier as the game goes on, Toronto taking the early lead. By the time first intermission comes on I have to stumble to my coffee maker and down an expresso. It doesn’t help. So instead I set an alarm on my phone to take a little cat nap before the second period. This does work.

               I’m able to make myself stay awake for the entire game and see him score yet another goal. I purse my lips, deep in thought as I eye the blue jerseys on my screen. I remember telling Auston that I would never wear his jersey when I had first met him, I debate a moment if that still stands true. I decide it does. For now.

               Once the game ends, a close three to two win, I barely manage to text Auston about his game and a goodnight before passing out right there on the couch. My first night in my first house and I don’t even make it to my bedroom.

               The morning sun is unforgiving as it come in through the uncovered windows, the only things that I didn’t have were curtains and blinds. Those were the first things on my list to get after I settle in. I have zero food in my fridge so I settle for a poptart for breakfast and dig my phone out from under the couch cushions and there’s a message from Auston waiting and several snapchats.

               Thanks babe, cant wait to c u tomorrow.

               It was sent at nearly two in the morning. I tap through the snapchats from his teammates, one of them he’s smiling at his phone and Will captioned it “wonder who he could possibly be reading.” I compare the time Will sent me the snap to when Auston texted me and it matches perfectly and I can’t help but grin at myself.

               Call me when you wake up.

               I quickly send to Auston and rub my hands together, wondering which room to move into next. I wander upstairs and into the open sitting room that I’ll probably make into an office, which leads to the bedrooms and bathroom. I nudge open the door to my room and I eye the boxes lined up against every wall and cringe. When did I get so much shit?

               I spend the next hour setting up my bed and getting that made, moving onto the boxes of clothes that are the primary thing taking up all the boxes. My phone goes off around eleven and I answer it quickly.

               “Hello,” I say shyly.

               “First time you’ve answered and it doesn’t sound like a question,” Auston’s groggy voice comes through the phone and I know he must have just woken up.

               “Well this time I knew for sure it would be you,” I laugh into the phone and begin pacing the room, just as I always do on the phone.

               “Valid. How’s the unpacking?”

               “Slow. I have a lot more stuff than I thought,” I again eye the boxes I can still see in the hallway.

               “Well you want some help?” He asks through a yawn.

               “Are you going to help or nap?” I quirk an eyebrow.

               “Probably both,” he answers honestly and I laugh.

               “Fine, though I have no food beside fruit snacks and poptarts, so if you’re hungry you better eat at home,” I add, my own stomach grumbles and I wonder if I’m close to any delivery places.

               “I’ll bring lunch, what do you want?” Auston asks and I wonder if he heard my stomach through the phone.

               “I don’t care, I’m not in a sub mood so anything but that,” I say and I wait for him to complain that I’m one of those people who don’t like making decisions.

               “Okay, pizza good?” He asks and I blink in surprise.

               “Pizza’s perfect,” I smile. “I’ll text you my address.”

               “Alright, I’ll be there in about an hour,” I can hear him rustling his sheets and I know he’s getting up.

               “Can’t wait,” I say shyly again, a blush creeping into my cheeks.

               “Make that thirty minutes,” he says and I giggle.

               I say goodbye and hang up, I should go shower but I grab one more box and get set on unpacking the clothes in that one as well. I finish my sixth box when I hear a knock on the door downstairs. I startle and glance at the clock I just finish hanging on the wall and panic. It’s been exactly a half hour and I’m still in the clothes I wore yesterday. I contemplate for a moment before hurrying down the stairs.

               “Coming!” I call and my two dogs come barreling down the stairs with me. I frown wondering how they will react to Auston. I calm them down, taking a collar in either hand before opening the door with my elbow. There standing impeccably dressed and holding two pizza boxes in his hands is the boy I’ve been thinking about since I left Toronto.

               He blinks down at me and eyes my dogs a bit warily and I slowly let them go.

               “Hi,” I murmur, suddenly very aware that my hair is knotted in a lopsided bun on my head, my shirt has holes in it and my jeans are barely jeans, too many rips and holes to count. Then I notice that stupid hat on his head and I know I look better than he does.

               Auston doesn’t say anything but grabs me with his free hand and pulls me to him. I meet his lips all too willingly and his mouth coaxes mine open, at least I brushed my teeth. His grabs a handful of my shirt, causing the back to creep up and expose my skin, I shiver from both the touch and the cold air that hits my bare skin. I place my hands on his stomach and marvel at the solidness of him. By the time we pull away from each other there is not a single breathe left in my body.

               “Hi,” he says against my lips and my face turns crimson.

               “You can take a lot more road trips if that’s how you’ll greet me every time,” I manage to get out, my breathing still out of control.

               Auston gives me a grin and steps into the house once I step back, my two dogs dancing in circles around him.

               “At least they like me,” Auston says, keeping the pizza above his shoulder.

               “I think it’s the pizza, bud,” I laugh and show him into the kitchen. He follows behind, his eyes roaming around my house. “I’ll show you the house later. I’m starving.”

               I grab two plates and slide them onto the counter, balancing myself on a bar stool, Auston sits next me and we dive into the boxes. I let out a groan of satisfaction and close my eyes.

               “Warm food!”

               Auston laughs beside me, “You’ve been here less than 24 hours…”

               “Seems like 24 years,” I groan again, taking another embarrassingly large bite.

               We sit in comfortable silence for a few minutes, I devour two pieces by the time he finishes his first and I’m already reaching into the box again.

               “How was your trip, besides the hockey part,” I ask, wiping at my face with a napkin.

               “Better now that I’m home,” Auston shrugs and I frown.

               “What do you mean?”

               “I enjoy going to different cities, but I’m always happier to come home, this time especially,” he glances at me and my face heats up again.

               “So you did miss me,” I nudge him with my foot and he rolls his eyes.

               “Don’t get a big head,” he mutters and I giggle.

               “Nah, yours is big enough for the both of us,” I reply, taking another bite and Auston raises his eyebrows at me, a smirk playing on his face. “What?” I ask through a mouthful and then the double meaning hits me like a rock and I punch at his arm. “Stop that!”

               Auston laughs and finishes his second piece. He eyes the almost empty box now. “Glad I got two.”

               I wonder if I should be embarrassed but I could not care less. “I told you I was hungry!”

               Auston laughs and down his third piece, matching me.

               “Alright, tour time,” I say, going to the sink and rinsing my hands off, drying them on a towel. “Come on,” I touch his arm and step around him.

               He follows behind me as I take him into the dining room that has a table and chairs with about twenty boxes on and around it.

               “I don’t know how I’ll ever get everything put away,” I scowl at the boxes, wishing they would unpack themselves.

               “Was there anything in the house before you came or did you bring everything?” Auston asks, his eyes darting around still.

               “Not a single thing but the barstools and big kitchen stuff, like the fridge and stove,” I run my hand along the table and lead him into the adjourning back porch room, enclosed with windows on three sides, I’m surprised it’s not very drafty. There’s another bathroom and what could be used as a bedroom aside from the living room which Auston already saw.

               I bring him upstairs and through the two spare bedrooms and a bathroom before walking into my bedroom and I automatically go to the box that I had been working on when Auston got here.

               “My room,” I say obviously and suddenly feel unbearably shy and busy myself with organizing my socks into their rightful drawer.

               Auston remains silent as he wanders around the room, half unpacked. I peek at him in the reflection of my vanity mirror, his expression unreadable and I squirm a little. He steps in front of my T.V stand, which was what I started with earlier because it was the easiest. Picking up one of the photos that I placed there just an hour earlier. I know it’s the one with my parents and Auston’s parents at my high school graduation.

               Like always, he seems to feel my stare and his eyes raise to meet mine the mirror. I give him a sad smile and look back down at my hands, trying to make myself put the socks that I’m currently holding into the drawer. They don’t listen. I’m too busy trying to keep back my tears.

               Within seconds one of Auston’s hands is on the small of my back, his face just below mine as he kneels on the floor beside my stool.

               “Hey, don’t cry. I didn’t mean to make you sad,” he says gently and he grabs my chin, making me look at him. His eyes are soft, just like the small smile tugging the corner of his mouth.

               “I know you didn’t,” I whisper, willing the tear that’s threatening to fall free to stay right there.

               “Then why are you so sad?” He runs his thumb across my bottom lip and my lips part under his touch.

               “I just forgot that on top of being far away from my parents, I’m now an additional five hours away from Alex,” I whine and the tear finally falls. Auston is quick to wipe it away and I can tell he’s trying not to laugh.

               “Oh Y/N,” he says gently and gets to his feet, pulling me with him and against his chest. I don’t sob, but I do cry.

               “I’m an emotional person, okay,” I say, my voice muffled by his chest and I inhale deeply, remembering how much I missed his smell.

               “I gathered that,” Auston muses and with very little effort, he gently lifts me and he carries me to my bed. Lying me down and then sprawling out beside me. I wiggle myself back over to him, nestling into the crook of his shoulder, he rubs my back gently and I let my tears dry themselves. My eyes wander to his face and he continues staring up at my ceiling, I can see wheels turning in his brain. I take the distraction as a moment to appreciate his beauty, I look at his neck and notice a few freckles I hadn’t before, along with a small cut just under his jaw.

               My eyes travel to his mouth and the surprising fullness of his lips fascinates me. I realize I’m staring much harder than I initially thought when the corners of his mouth quirk up and my eyes flash to his, an amused look in his brown eyes. I blush and he laughs out loud this time.

               “You blush a lot,” he says and I roll my eyes, embarrassed.  

               “It’s in my genes, my mom blushes constantly too, don’t flatter yourself,” I snap at him which makes his laugh harder and the whole bed vibrates. Though for some reason he doesn’t stop laughing, most likely finding my embarrassment hilarious. I scowl at him and wait for him to quite laughing, but he doesn’t.

               “Auston…” I say after a good ten seconds.

               “Auston!” I snap again, lifting my head off his shoulder and glaring at him.

               I don’t bother saying his name a third time. Instead, I reach other and grab his chin, angling his face to mine and I cover his mouth with mine. Finally, he shuts up.

               Auston’s lips respond to mine and soon enough I’m getting a better taste of his intoxicating mouth, he tastes just like I remember; fruity with something sweet. I tell myself to pull away before this gets out of hand, but my body doesn’t respond. Instead I let him push my back into my pillows, he rolls to his side, hovering slightly over me and trailing his hand down to my hip.

               Again, I tell myself to stop it but I don’t listen. I grab a handful of his shirt and shimmy my way farther under his body. Slowly running my hand down to the waistband of his pants, I find the end of his shirt and raise my hand up underneath it, my fingers grazing his stomach. He makes a noise above me and my resolve completely breaks, I’m aching for his touch.

               “Auston,” I breathe, my lips leaving his and brushing against his jaw. “Touch me, please,” I whisper. His body goes still above me and a grin breaks out across his face.

               “What was that?” He asks and I know full well he knows exactly what I said.

               “Touch me,” I whisper again, tugging at his shirt impatiently.

               “Only took two weeks for you to ask,” he mutters, his lips finding mine again, this time much more roughly.

~~

               I tug once again at his shirt, this time be obliges and breaks away from me for just a moment to pull the shirt over his head and toss it to the side. Auston’s mouth then goes to my neck as I take my time exploring his skin with my hands. A moan escapes my mouth when he nips at my neck and I can’t even focus long enough to blush. Auston seems to take that as encouragement because his hand too sneaks under my shirt and up my stomach to my chest, undoing my front clasping bra faster than I would have thought possible. Oh!

               My breathing is erratic as I try to focus on anything else besides his hand moving against my bare skin. I finally get my body to respond to my wishes and I grab a handful of his hair, forcing his lips back to mine. He wastes no time and nudges my legs father apart with his knee, settling himself between them and holding his upper body up with his free arm. I raise one of my knees and rest it against his side. My hand seems to get a mind of its own and wanders back down to a place that I’ve become quite familiar with.

               “Nuh uh,” Auston scolds, taking his hand from out of under my shirt and taking my wrist instead, bringing it to his hand that’s holding most of his body weight off of me.

After making sure I couldn’t wiggle my wrist free, he turns his attention back to my mouth and his now free hand snakes its way down my side to my hip again, shifting his weight slightly so he’s against my side. I can feel him against my hip and I resist the urge to try and wiggle my hand free.

“Remember what I told you,” Auston whispers against my lips. “Payback is a bitch.”

My breath gets caught in my throat as his hand brushes against the waistband of my old, ratty jeans. I can feel his smile against my neck as I shiver with anticipation. He makes good of his word and takes his time brushing his fingers against my bare skin right above the button of my jeans and I instinctively react which makes him smile every time.

“Auston,” I whine and he finally gives in.

He quickly makes work of my button and zipper, dipping his hand down the front of my jeans and I moan, though he hasn’t even touched me yet, still intent on teasing me into oblivion.

“You suck,” I manage to get out, closing my eyes and turning my head away from him. He only laughs against my throat and inches my panties to the side. Auston seems to think that it’s now safe to let go of my hand he was holding prisoner and uses it to bend my knee up against his side again. Using this new leverage his finger brushes against me and my hips move on their own accord. After a few more teasing strokes he slowly slips a finger in.

I let out a moan at the same time he lets out a low hiss in my ear. I claw at the bed spread on either side of me as his starts a slow, rhythmic movement. I turn my head to the side, hiding my face against his chest and pulls my hair to make me look back up at him.

“Not as fun being taken advantage of in an emotional state is it?’ Auston asks me, his breath tickling my face and I refuse to answer him, only giving him the satisfaction of another small moan as he adds a second finger. My pulse hammers in my chest and I don’t understand how it doesn’t lift me out of my bed.

“Auston,” I whimper, all pride gone. I just need relief.

“What?” He asks and I don’t have to look to know there’s a smirk on his face.

“Please,” I whimper again and he roughly kisses my mouth again, pressing his thumb down as well as quicken his movements and I rocket into space. My moan is muffled by his mouth and he continues his movement until I float back down from the clouds, kissing my cheeks and jaw gently until I’m able to open my eyes again to give him a lazy smile.

~~

“Now you really can go on road trips as much as you want as want,” I murmur up to him and he laughs.

“I don’t think I’ll be spending any more time out of Toronto than I can manage from now on,” Auston says and I grin at him. I glance at his still bare chest and grin.

“I still got more clothes off of you than you did me,” I tease.

“Yeah? Do me a favor and sit up,” Auston quirks an eyebrow down at me and I go to sit up and remember my bra.

“That doesn’t count,” I mumble, and quickly clasp it back.

“I think it does,” Auston laughs and leans down, placing a gently kiss on my lips.

I let him and then push him onto is back, climbing on top of him.

“Now that you’ve had your fun,” I breathe down at him and his eyes narrow. “It’s time…” I lean down farther, my lips at his ear. “To get to work,” I finish and bound off of him, grabbing the closest box and setting it on his lap, making him grunt.

               “I think I have my work cut out with you,” Auston says under his breath and I’m not entirely sure I was meant to hear.

BTS Reaction To Their S/O Having a Stalker

Namjoon: Namjoon would become very alarmed when you told him that there was always saw this one person waiting at the corner store every time you passed by on your way to your work.

“No matter how packed my schedule is I’m taking you to work from now on.”

Originally posted by baebsaes

Taehyung: Taehyung was concerned when he saw the same guy waiting at the bus stop every morning when you would take the bus as well. At first, he thought it was just mere coincidence but when you weren’t there to board the bus Tae saw that he didn’t get on it either and headed back home. He confronted the guy warning him if he catches him anywhere near you. 

Originally posted by fyeahbangtaned

Hoseok: Hoseok was the one that spotted the male that followed the both of you around. He first thought it was because of him but when you commented about seeing him also when you weren’t with him he grew afraid. He didn’t want to confront him because the guy might do something to you but he also wanted him to stop following you around.

Originally posted by hoseoh

Jin: Jin would instantly feel the fear run through his veins when you told him about a guy following you around when you walked to college. When you pointed to the guy he walked over to him and started to chat with him. The guy didn’t pay any attention to Jin because he was staring at you. Jin lost his temper and warned him if he saw him anywhere near you; he’d have to teach him a lesson.

Originally posted by daesbulge

Jungkook: Jungkook became furious knowing that someone was making you feel uncomfortable and also unsafe. He walked with you everywhere you went to make sure that the person wouldn’t try anything with you. It didn’t stop the stalker though and that’s when he decided to report it to the police in hopes of stoping the person.

Originally posted by taekookie-bts

Yoongi: Yoongi would become very uneasy every time he left you alone. He’d want to be there at all times when you told him about the stalker. He was conflicted with himself to confront the guy or not, since there is a possibility of making things worse.

Originally posted by hugtae

Jimin: Jimin would be similar to Jungkook. He’d drive you to school or wherever you needed to go because he was worried you’d encounter the stalker at any given moment. Jimin hoped that if the stalker saw him almost every time with you that it’ll cause him to go away and not follow you around anymore.

Originally posted by ounew