this took so long what is wrong with me


Originally posted by jeonify

GENRE: noona&youngerboy, smut

BACKGROUND: Jungkook’s first time had left him traumatized of having sex ever again. It had gone so far to the point that a rumor had even spread about him not being able to get hard-ons. You then decide to step in and prove the rumor wrong. What was supposed to be a simple test of theory leads to a night that you weren’t going to forget for the rest of your life.

AUTHORS NOTE: Omg I haven’t written something in so long. I’m so sorry this took me quite a while. This actually started as a drabble but I kind of got too into it and finished it into a full blown story. I’ll be working on the remaining requests sent to me before, soon I promise you guys, I’m just trying to come up with ideas! But I do hope you enjoy this, tell me what you think. 

Jeon, as forever, is a sinful little shit. 

If there are any errors, I am sorry about those! I did proof read but I know I still missed some. 

Your pen hangs off of your lips, fingers tapping lightly against the glass table as you study the boy in front of you. He has his face buried between the pages of his Physics book, eyes scanning through each paragraph in close precision, oblvious of your scrutiny. You slowly turn your logistics book shut, choosing to ignore your studies as the conversation you had with your brother during last night’s party flashes through your mind.

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Don’t want You to Hate Me

Hi guys! I’m finally back from my holidays. This is the first request that I finished from my list. It has been sent to me way too long ago. I apologize it took so long. 

Plot: When Y/N awakes in a hospital, she has no idea what could have possibly happened to her and that Harry thinks telling her would make her hate him, doesn’t exactly help either. 

Warnings: I have no idea about medicine so I hope the few medicine things I mentioned aren’t too wrong. 
Also: Smut ahead. Not much, but still. 

Gif isn’t mine sadly.

Having Harry’s lips on mine for the first time, felt as if I had been under water all my life and finally learned how to breath. The hold his hands had taken on my hips was tight, but not too much and made me feel safe and secure, as if he’d rather die than not keeping me close to his body. I welcomed the pressure of his weight on top of me and almost whined when his chest pressed against mine. If it were anyone other than him, I’m sure I would have felt embarrassed. But it was Harry, the beautiful, handsome guy I’d given my heart to long ago, and I couldn’t imagine anything better than giving him my body, too.
His tongue felt good when it slipped into my mouth and the gasp falling from my mouth was quickly shushed when he groaned and deepened the messy kiss, leaving my mind in a dizzy state. My own hands were wound into his hair and clasping the back of his neck, wanting to keep him close and needing to hold something when I felt his fingers pull down the sipper of my jeans after undoing the button. Soon he’d pull off my jeans, soon he’d be touching me with only my panties on. He’d taken off my shirt what felt like a long time ago. I couldn’t remember him touching me without feeling the warm pressure of his hands against my naked skin. His fingers sprawled out over my ribcage to hold me still. It felt right. Like his hands were meant to squeeze and stroke me like that.
I whined when I felt his arousal against my thigh, a rush of both, excitement as well as fear flooding through me. My nails scratched the back of his head and Harry moaned and kissed me even deeper, the pressure of his mouth somehow comforting and instantly capable of slowing my hastily beating heart.
Harry’s lips moved from my lips and to my neck, a heavy groan followed my quiet profanities tumbling from his mouth at the friction of his crotch against mine. His eyes squeezed shut in pleasure and I longed to hear him groan again. The knowledge that I made him feel good was almost as pleasing to me as the fingers he used to rub my most sensitive area, trying to satisfy the needy feeling he’d caused in my lower stomach. I whimpered and turned my head in search for his lips, momentarily getting completely lost in the feelings rushing through my body. Harry hummed against my lips and the noise distracted me from him pulling off the last piece of clothing both of us were wearing. I was brought back to the reality of the moment when I felt his naked body pressing against mine again, gently forcing me to open my legs a little further, allowing him to nestle between them.

Once he was settled and had his naked body pressed against mine, his eyes found mine again. A smile pulled at his lips and I couldn’t help but smile, too.
The man hovering above me was the most precious person, someone I held so dearly in my heart.

“Harry,” I whispered, somehow unable to say anything else.

My hand touched his cheek and Harry leaned his head into my palm, kissing the skin softly. This gesture almost felt more intimate than the fact that we were naked together.

I wanted to tell him how in love with him I was. Wanted him to know how incredibly happy this moment made me, but I couldn’t find the courage. And when he moved forward and connected both of our bodies together, I was too busy holding onto him and allowing the pleasure he gave me to consume my mind, as that I could have found any words to proclaim my adoration for him.


My eyelids felt heavy as they weighed down on my cheeks and I had to try twice until I managed to expose my orbs to a bright white light and an equally white ceiling. It almost felt blinding and a small whimper left my lips as a heavy ache throbbed through my head, hurting so badly it made me sick instantly. A breath escaped me with a hitch and fright cursed through me like a lightning as I next tried and failed to move my legs. Not even my toes obeyed the command to move and so I lay helplessly on a mattress that I was certain wasn’t mine, incapable of comprehending what it was that had happened to me. The pain in my head increased but my heart hammered in relief when I managed to tilt my head to the side, finally able to observe my surroundings. My body was sprawled out on a pale blue bed and a frown took over my forehead when my eyes fell onto the tubes stuck into the veins of my arm, allowing a turbid looking liquid into my blood.

What on earth was going on?

My lips opened and I let out a small cry, the loud beeping noise miming my heartbeat feeding into the awful pain my head was consumed by.
I jerked in fear when a warmth attached to my hand and I let out a high pitched yelp, but calmed quickly when a familiar pair of piercing green orbs came into view.

Harry’s pale pink lips moved but I couldn’t hear his voice and his frightened looking eyes widened at my horrified expression. The hand he’d used to touch my fingers moved up and I relaxed slightly when he moved to cradle my face with both of his palms. Harry leaned in closer to me and though I still couldn’t move, the warmth of his breath on my face always eased my nerves.

“Ha-” I tired, my voice dry and hardly a whisper, “Harry.”

My heart broke. His eyes were blurry with tears and his bottom lip looked bitten and split. His thumbs drew small circles onto my cheekbones, still looking at me with an utterly defeated expression. His face was flushed and his eyelids double their size, indicating he had cried.

“Oh, Sweetheart,” Harry sighed.

His fingers touched my skin with such care and delicacy, I wondered if he feared I’d break apart otherwise. His eyes were filled with sadness and all I wanted to do was reach out for him and hold onto him, making the pain torturing him go away.

I tried to speak, but Harry quickly shook his head and shushed me gently.

“No, no, baby,” he cooed and brushed some loose strands from my forehead, “You needn’t say anything, okay? Here.”

Harry swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple moving visibly as he let go of my face with one hand and reached over to somewhere beside my head. A glass came into view and he carefully placed a straw to my lips, encouraging me to drink. I hummed in relief as the cold liquid ran down my throat and Harry kept observing me close.

“Are you in pain?” Harry asked quietly.

I wanted to lie so badly, scared his face would fall completely if I told him how much my head ached and how my stomach started to feel like there was a hot iron stabbing me from within.

“You are,” Harry whispered, his hands stroking my skin still, before taking the now empty glass from me. “Oh baby, I’m so sorry.”

“Harry,” I whispered, “where am I?”

He looked surprised by my question for a moment. A frown decorated his forehead and he swallowed visibly. Oh god. What had happened to me? Was I supposed to remember what had gone wrong?

“You’re in the hospital, darling,” Harry answered quietly, slowly crouching down so he could come closer to my face, one of his hands traveling down to hold onto my fingers, the other still touched to my cheek, “You had a car accident when you were driving home from my place. Do you remember staying at mine?”

“Only us cooking dinner,” I replied, the fade memory of us standing at his stove whilst cooking together replaying in my head, “Everything after is a blur.”

His expression turned and my fingers clenched weakly under his hand, trying to somehow comfort him as tears spilled onto his cheeks.

“Don’t cry.”

“M'sorry,” he apologized quickly, “don’t want to upset you. S'just…”

Harry shook his head and suddenly looked away.

“It’s just what?” I asked.

He didn’t answer first, looking at the wall as if deep in thought. I somehow got the feeling that Harry was keeping something from me and I didn’t like it at all.

“This is my fault,” Harry confessed quietly, his lip quivering, “if you’d remember what happened, then you wouldn’t want me with you.”

Wouldn’t want him here? My Harry?

“Don’t be stilly,” I croaked and closed my eyes momentarily at the shot of pain when I forced my hand up and to his cheek in a comforting gesture. “You’re my best friend. Wouldn’t want anyone else here with me other than you. It’s always you,” I added the last part with a whisper, almost hoping he wouldn’t hear the confession.

Harry shook his head rapidly, but stopped when he almost disconnected my palm from his cheek and instead leaned into my touch gently.

“You don’t know what happened. If you did, then-” he stopped himself and got to his feet, coming to a looming stand over me. “I should call a nurse. Let her make sure you’re okay.”


I straddled us both with how loud and frantic my voice sounded, making him stop in his tracks. I reached out for him.

“Don’t leave, H. Not when I-”

“I’ll be back in a minute, love,” Harry promised, coming back closer to me so he could squeeze my hand, “Just have to make sure you are being taken care of, yeah?”

He waited patiently for my nod and only left after I moved my head courtly. Then he walked out of the room, leaving the door open behind him.
I hummed and tried to move my head some more, wanting to see the room I was in. True to his word, Harry didn’t let me wait for long and soon rushed back to my side in a moment, a nurse following suit. His hand grasped my fingers, knowing that I wasn’t too relaxed when it came to doctor things.

“Hello, Ms. Y/L/N,” the nurse greeted me, a smile on her lovely face, “My name is Sarah. Mr. Styles told me you are feeling in pain, is that still correct?”

I nodded.

“Okay then,” she smiled, “Let’s give you some more pain killers, darling.”

She moved out of my view and I only heard some clicking noises. Harry moved a little closer and I scooted to the edge of my bed so he could sit down. He watched me intensely and his smile grew when I sighed, the pain slowly numbing.

“Thank you,” I breathed and managed to smile a little.

Sarah came back into view, a clipboard in her hands.  "Your results are good. Mr. Styles has mentioned you unaware of how you got here?“

I nodded slightly, only looking up at her for a shot moment before focusing back on Harry’s familiar fingers. Noticing my gaze, he squeezed my hand gently, letting me know he was here. My heart squeezed and warmth settled into my stomach, leaving me in a tingly state.
Though Harry and I were always touchy with each other, we didn’t usually have skin contact whenever we were near each other, only sometimes reached out to wrap an arm around the other or open both arms for a hug. We’d plant kisses on each others cheek whenever one of us entered or left a room, unlike we did with any other member of our friendship group. But it didn’t mean much, not to him at least. Somehow today however seemed to be different, as if he was as needy for me as I was for him, even if I knew he couldn’t possibly be. I loved Harry far more than he knew and though I’d forced myself to accept that all I could ask of him was friendship, the soft love evident in his eyes messed with my head. The delicate touches, the lips that continued to meet my palm when he leaned down to kiss it gently. Even my toes felt warm. I knew I wasn’t supposed to let it go to my mind too much, but considering the situation I was in, I found it hard to deny the hope that maybe he’d love me too.

"I can’t remember,” I began, swallowing hard, “The last thing I know is that I was cooking dinner at his house.”

I nodded towards Harry.

“We were having dinner together before she drove home and it happened,” Harry elaborated.  

“Oh so the last thing you remember hasn’t happened long ago then,” Sarah spoke, “That’s good.”

“It is?” I asked.

“It’s normal for someone who’s been in a coma for two days to feel a little dizzy and to struggle remembering everything. And the fact that you seem to only have forgotten a few hours is a good sign. I am sure the memories will come back soon. You’ll see.”

“Why can’t I move my legs?” I asked, “You said I was in a car accident! I’m not pa-” I stopped and tears shot to my eyes.

“You’re not paralyzed,” Harry quickly spoke, soothing me by squeezing my hand so tightly it was almost too tight.

“You broke your left leg and three ribs,” Sarah explained gently, “And you are bruised rather heavily. We have given you painkillers and having been out for two days must have caused your muscles to have become a little slow. You’ll be able to move soon again, I am certain of it.”

I sighed and let my head fall back into my pillows. Relief pulled me in and suddenly I was very tired.

“I will leave you two to it then. I don’t think it’s necessary for your doctor to come by immediately, but I will inform him that you are awake.”

Sarah awaited my nod, then she walked out of the room. Harry watched me as I scooted over more, and frowned when I nodded to the room I’d created on the mattress.

“What?” he looked confused.

“Lay down,” I demanded, “You look so tired.”

He quickly shook his head. Harry’s hand still held my hand and I wrapped my fingers around it so I could gently pull.

“Don’t want to hurt you further,” he whispered.

I rolled my eyes. “Stop being so bloody careful with me. I’m not going to break apart.”

Though he didn’t look like he found it a good idea, Harry moved to crawl into the bed beside me, kicking off his shoes. I sighed at how familiar this felt, as Harry and I always enjoyed cuddling up to each other.

I knew it didn’t mean the same to him. Knew that Harry loved me, but never in the same way that I loved him. But I let myself pretend that he did, just because I was in too much pain to scold myself for it.

My breath hitched when Harry’s face nestled against the skin of my neck, his head tucked into the space between my shoulder and my arm, wanting to be as closely cuddled to me as he dared. His own arms didn’t hold me to him very tightly, only when I brought my hand down to hold onto and squeeze his wrist did he dare to pull me to him a little.

“Did I drink?” I hummed against the skin of his forehead.

“No,” he replied, his voice low, “the accident wasn’t your fault.”

“Then what was it that happened?” I questioned, my head clearer and free to overthink why exactly I had ended up here.

Harry always had that effect on me. Whenever he was near, I could breath and think much better than any other time. I shifted when he didn’t answer and looked at him.

His face was still turned into my skin, but his lips pressed against my collarbones and though I could see his profile. Something in his expression confused me and just didn’t sit with me right. His brows were knotted and his teeth bit at his lip. He seemed deep in thought and his prior words came back to my mind.

“Why wouldn’t I want you with me?” I whispered, “If I knew what had happened. Why would I be resenting you, Harry?”

I groaned and Harry quickly apologized when he moved, accidentally shifting his weigh onto a particular bruise on my arm. Once successful he raised so he could lean over me and my heart skipped when he leaned in to kiss my cheek.

“Don’t want you to hate me,” Harry whispered. “Need you.”

“I’m here,” I replied, lifting my arm so I could touch his cheek softly, “Nothing you could tell me would make me hate you.”

Harry shook his head. “S'not true. But you have the right to know and so I’m telling you. You are in this bed because you were fleeing from me.”

And as he began telling me what had happened, everything came back to me and I remembered.

…. flashback to morning before accident….

When I woke up in Harry’s bed, I was alone. My limps ached heavenly and a smile had sneaked onto my face before I even opened my eyes. The tingling his touch had left on my skin was still felt and my heart squeezed so tightly in happiness it almost hurt.
We’d slept together. This simple fact kept playing and replaying in my head, leaving me a giggly mess. I’d slept with Harry. My Harry. My best friend as well as the guy I’d been hopelessly in love with for longer than I cared to admit. We’d been connected and as close to each other as it was humanly possibly, not only physically but emotionally, too. His kisses had been so soft and full of longing. The passion between us was so raw and open I found it hard to believe we hadn’t felt it before. How silly we’d been to never explore what was so clearly between us.

We… fit. Like Cinderella’s shoe fit her foot, even when the thought of H being a foot or a shoe made me giggle into the pillow.

My limps ached when I forced myself into a sitting position and I blushed when I could still tell where his lips had been, not only because of the many many love bits he’d left on my skin, but by the heat I was feeling there. Wherever he’d kissed, it felt like I was tingling. My ears still rang with the sound of his grunts and the moans, his voice when he’d called my name when nearing and then coming down from his high.

But now he was nowhere to be seen, and as that sunk in, I began to worry. Slowly I swung my legs over the edge of his kingsize bed and I came to a wobbly stand, my legs needing a moment to stop from feeling as if they were made out of jelly. A dull ache throbbed between my legs and I whimpered when making a step, but it was a welcome pain. It made it all more real.
My bare feet carried me to his dresser where I quickly pulled out a shirt and a pair of his shorts, dressing myself as quickly as I could, already itching to see him.

What did this mean for us? What would we become now?

I didn’t hear Harry when I stepped into the deserted hallway. Oh god what if he didn’t care for it? What if this had only been a night of sex and nothing more? No way. There was no way denying the emotion in his kisses when he’d cared for my flushed skin after we’d cuddled down into his sheets, exhausted from all the pleasure we’d given each other. A simple night of sex also didn’t entail the many whispered promises and sweet words we’d exchanged. This had to mean something.
Though the worry grew in my belly, I forced myself to continue to look for him and willed my brain not to jump to the worst possible possibility. He wouldn’t have run out on me. Firstly, I was his best friend and secondly, well, this was his house. And of course because he wouldn’t do that to me, not Harry. He was the kindest person in the world, only another reason as to why I’d fallen for him in the first place.

Relief flooded through me when I heard the faint noise of his voice, coming from his home office located far down the hall. I stepped closer to the door and carefully leaned closer to the wood, not exactly to spy on him but because I longed to hear his voice. Sleeping with him may have actually made me more obsessed with him than I’d already been anyway.

“No, that’s not what I meant.”

He sounded tense, rough. Not at all as kind and sweet as he’d spoken to me last night. I assumed he was on the phone, since I heard no response to his words. Aware that Harry didn’t like it when I disturbed him during one of his business calls I moved to walk back into the hall.
Maybe a breakfast could cheer him up, I decided, and made my way into the kitchen, thinking that maybe a few good pancakes would lift his spirit again.

I was just about to flip my second pancake when I heard feet padding into the kitchen, indicating his arrival. My stomach fluttered, but when I turned around to face him, my smile was quickly wiped from my face. Harry didn’t look at all the way I’d imagined he would.
There was no smile on his pretty lips, no warmth in his gorgeous eyes and he didn’t reach out to touch me or embrace me either. Admittedly, I hadn’t expected Harry to kiss me good morning or for him to proclaim his love to me, but his silence frightened me. He stood in his doorway and just… stared.

“Hey,” I whispered.


Harry’s face held close to no emotion and his entire posture was tense. All I could read in his expression was a question, one that I’d hoped he wouldn’t ask me when I woke up.

What are you still doing here?

I clenched my hands into fists by my sides as I looked at him, unsure how I should deal with the situation. No one was as close and dear to me as Harry was, even more so after last night. We weren’t supposed to feel this awkward around each other. It scared me that I had no idea what it was that was going on in his head.

“I thought I could make us breakfast,” I weakly explained his unasked question.

His mouth opened slightly as if he was going to reply, but he chose to stay silent. I shifted, my body tingling with worry as the sickening feeling spread, nipping at my insides.

“Are you okay?” I finally forced myself to ask him.


“You don’t seem fine.”

I took a deep breath and stepped forward, shyly closing the distance between us. Harry didn’t relax when I placed my hand on his shoulder like he normally did. The shoulder I had bitten into when he’d taken me to the stars last night.

“Harry,” I whispered, “what’s the matter?”

“I think you should go.”

My breath hitched and my touch fell from his skin.
There was nothing in his eyes when my own met them, nothing but coldness.

“You what?”

Harry sighed and blinked rapidly before looking away. “I don’t think you should be here still, Y/N.”

“But-” I began, fighting the rising tears, “why?”

“Because,” Harry breathed and he shook his head in annoyance, getting straight to the point, “last night was a mistake.”

He might as well have slapped me. His words hit me so hard I gasped for air, my arms wrapped around my middle protectively and I shook my head. This couldn’t be his true feelings. He must have been playing some stupid game of his, trying to fool me into believing last night had been meaningless. He’d crack a smile any moment, laugh and then step forward to kiss my cheek. He would do that, right?

Only he didn’t. Instead, Harry came closer to me to pull the spatula from my hand and to crap my wrist, pulling me into the hallway and to his bedroom. I whined at his harsh hold, but he didn’t react.

“Get dressed,” he ordered harshly, pointing to the cloths I’d left on his floor. The ones he’d taken off of me so carefully yesterday, as if he’d been unwrapping a very delicate present.

“Harry!” I cried, tears spilling over and onto my cheeks at the raw harshness he was treating me with.

My exclaim didn’t affect him though, only made him leave the room and let me carry out the humiliating act of getting my cloths from the floor and slipping them on, by myself. With shaking legs I stumbled back into his living room, where I pulled on the shoes I’d discarded by his couch. All the while I was quietly sobbing, a trembling hand clutched over my lips as I shook.

How could he do this to me? The same man who’d made me feel invincible and like I’d been flying only hours ago, had me feel dirty, used and disgusted with myself.
I was still slightly sobbing when I reached his hallway, where I pulled on my coat.

“Where are my keys?” I asked in a hoarse whisper, facing Harry with evident shame in my eyes.

He stood near his stairs, watching me move with an iron stare. Instead of verbally answering me, he reached into his pants pocket and pulled out my car and house keys, before tossing them to me. The cold metal hit my fingers and I let out a slightly louder sob.
How could the man standing there be the same one I’d held in my arms? And above all, how could my best friend, because a best friend he was to me, treat me with such an utter cruelty?

I felt like he was throwing me away after I’d given him what he wanted. Was this all he’d been hunting for and now that he’d had me, he didn’t have to pretend to be my friend anymore?

I looked at him one last time, took in his soft curls and angel like face, but couldn’t bear the sight of him any longer after my eyes met his. Empty of love, they weren’t my Harry’s eyes.
He didn’t try to stop me when I pulled open the door and neither did he follow when I stepped into the cold London air and in front of his house.

Later on he’d wish he would have though, wish he’d somehow kept me from driving away.

Harry let me leave his home, crying and heartbroken, unable to make any sense of what had just happened.
It didn’t take more than ten minutes and not more than a few streets away from his home. My vision was too blurry, so much so I failed to see the car rushing towards me and I couldn’t react in time. Before I knew it, the pain in my heart was replaced by the consuming pain of burning and my ears rang with the sound of my bones breaking.

….Present Time….

“How could you!”

My fists connected with his chest weakly as a sob fell from my lips. I shook my head in denial, not wanting to believe that the man I loved with all of my heart, my only comfort in the heartbreaking situation I was in, had been so cruel with me. The tears had long began streaming down my cheeks and I didn’t even feel embarrassed. All I was consumed by and pulled under was shame. Such a breath taking and painful shame I couldn’t help shaking and trembling. Harry was crying himself, his head nestled into my neck, holding onto me with care not to hurt me, but still tight enough for me to be incapable of shaking him off. His wet tears dropped onto my skin and his hair tickled against my jaw when he surprised me by cuddling even closer to me, his face now completely buried into my neck.

“Forgive me,” he sobbed, “I regret it all with all of my might, Y/N. You’re-”

“No, stop it,” I cried and tried to push against him once more.


With shaking arms I gasped as pain shot through me, not due to the multiple injuries, but because of the intense heartbreak I was experiencing.

“Don’t hate me,” Harry begged into my skin, “I swear I’ll lose my mind.”

“Would be only fair!” I exclaimed, shaking my head in anger, “You have made me lose mine!”

“I know,” Harry whispered, “I know I did. But let me explain, please.”

He slowly moved and I breathed heavily when he scooted away from me and raised into a sitting position. He cleared his throat before swinging his legs over the edge of my bed and coming to a stand. His red and slightly swollen eyes met mine and I could feel my heart sink even lower. Even though I was supposed to resent him right now, all my insides screamed for was to help him. He looked so hurt and lost, I couldn’t stand it.

“You made me feel so used,” I whispered in a cry, “So disgusting.”

“I know,” Harry sighed and shook his head, more tears dropping onto his flushed cheeks, “I’m an idiot.”

“What the hell happened?” I asked, “You were so different the night we- before you became an asshole you were so kind and then suddenly you…”

“I know,” he repeated, his hands reaching forward as if he wanted to hold me somehow, but he changed his mind and let both arms drop to his sides.

“I received a call that morning,” Harry muttered, his gaze set on his feet.

“A call?”

He nodded. “From Joe.”

Joe was a mutual friend of ours, one who was actually dating a member of my closest girl friends group. Her name was Carly, and I’d known her from even before Harry and I had met.

“What does that have to do with anything?” I asked in a raspy voice.

Harry took a deep breath before sitting down on the room I’d made him on my bed. He still didn’t dare reach out for me, aware that I hadn’t quite decided yet whether or not I wanted him near me.

“I told him that you were in my bed, you know, ‘cause I was really happy 'bout that.”

“I find that hard to believe,” I mumbled.

Harry continued, “He told me 'bout how Carly and you mentioned me when you were at their place. How you thought I was… attractive.”

My heartbeat increased. “And?”

“Told me 'bout how Carly then told you that Mary fancied me as well.”

His eyes sparkled and any other time he would have made a joke about how he was too handsome for the world and that he easily made any girl swoon, but this time he didn’t comment it any further.

“I still don’t understand what you are getting at. What out of all of this gave you the right to treat me like I was some dirt on your shoe?”

“Nothing!” Harry quickly said, “But it’ll give you an explanation as to what went on in my head. He told me how he overheard Carly telling you to better step up before Mary landed me. That you should just fuck me already, if only to prove to Mary that you could have me if you’d want.”

“Those were Carly’s words!” I cried out, “Not mine!”

“Still,” Harry whispered, “I know it’s not your fault, but all I could think when Joe told me that was how you had probably only jumped into bed with me because you wanted to prove a point. Bear in mind that I was still very surprised you’d slept with me.”

“You think I’m someone who sleeps with a person just to make sure a third person knows that I could have him? What is wrong with you?”

“A lot,” Harry answered and his hands brushed away the remaining wetness on his cheeks, “know that.”

“You thought I would sleep with you to prove a point to Mary? Didn’t you feel how much I fucking loved you?”

He flinched at my words, but I couldn’t find any embarrassment in me. So what if he knew I loved him. We were lost anyway.

“That night was everything I ever wanted. You are all I ever wanted and when I woke up, I don’t think I ever felt happier. Until you ruined it all because of some stupid suggestion Carly made weeks ago!”

I pressed my hand over my mouth and tried to calm my breathing, my eyes squeezed shut.

“I am in this bed, with a broken leg and three broken ribs, because you thought I would sleep with you to claim you as mine before Mary could. You thought I had so little respect for either of us, for you, that I would only sleep with you to win a… game? A competition? Harry, how fucking stupid can you be?”

“Please, Y/N,” Harry begged, “Forgive me. I’m so sorry, baby. I don’t know what I was thinking. I thought we loved each other that night and when Joe said those things I just… I don’t know. Felt like you were the one using me.”

“I did love you that night,” I admitted, looking into his eyes, “loved you then and so many days long before that. How could you not see that? How couldn’t you feel that?”

He shook his head. “I don’t know.”

I swallowed hard. Truth was, my heart felt broken. I couldn’t get the look on his face out of my head, the one when he’d kicked me out of his home. And never would I find his behavior that morning alright but… his words somehow made sense. I could understand where he was coming from.

“I’m sorry.”

“I know you are,” I whispered.

Harry nodded, staying silent for a moment before a whisper so quiet I almost missed it, left his lips. “Do you hate me?”

My face cracked and I was shaking my head before my brain caught up with it. I reached out my arms for him and this time he didn’t hesitate to crawl into my bed, cuddling himself so close to me for a moment it felt difficult to breath. His nose rested against my jaw and his sobs were felt against my neck. I shushed him quietly and embraced him as tightly as I could, my heart slowly coming back into one piece.

“I could never hate you, Harry,” I promised truthfully, “Not ever.”

“M'so sorry, Y/N.”

“I know,” I whispered, “and you do have some making up to do. Kicking Joe’s ass would be at the top of that list, but I could never not want you around anymore, H. You’re my best friend.”

“You’re my favorite person,” Harry promised in a low mumble.

“You’re mine, too.”

“I’m sorry for being an idiot. For ruining that wonderful night we had.”

Harry’s arms gently settled around my waist, his hands resting under my shirt and against my skin.

“It’ll be okay.”

“Let me make it up to you, okay?” Harry asked quietly, “For the horrible accident I have caused you to be in and for screwing up what could have been us getting together the way we are supposed to.”

“It’s not exactly your fault that I got into an accident,” I soothed him, drawing small circles onto his forehead.

“It is,” he argued and I couldn’t find it in me to fight him on that topic. It would have to wait until another time.

“You think we’re supposed to be together?” I asked him timidly.

The confession was unexpected and had my tummy flutter. He squeezed me to him gently and his warm pressed to my neck in a kiss.

“'Course I do. We fit, don’t we? Like we’re supposed to be a couple.”

“I think so, too,” I whispered, “especially since the sex was pretty mind-blowing.”

I smiled when I felt Harry’s chuckle against my skin and was relieved that we had somehow found to each other again. I couldn’t stand crying or having him cry, I prefered having him giggling and smiling in my arms.

“Don’t think I ever came so hard,” he whispered hotly against my ear and I shivered, “'Same goes for you, doesn’t it?”

He awaited my small nod, and once he received the tiny affirmation he bit my neck.

“In that case I know exactly how m'gonna make up for the stupid mistakes I made.”

Thank you so much for reading! I hope the person who requested this is happy with it! :) 

Rest of what I wrote:

F^ck you better

Fuck you better

Summary: So she thinks, she can have you huh? I’ll prove her wrong.

Pairing: Dean x Reader  

Setting: Any season

Warnings: rough sex, plot what plot *wiggles brow*, oral (male receiving)

Word count: 2521

Notes: written for my 400 follower celebration requested by @chrisevansthedoritobastard song: Fuck you better by Neon Hitch hope you enjoy hun and I’m sorry it took me so long to get this one out.

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Giving that skanky hoe ten seconds to pry herself from your boyfriend before things get really interesting, like tossing her scrawny ass out into the new fallen snow. You watch from the small hallway leading towards the bathrooms from which you just came, blood boiling in your veins as you lean against the wall studying the two of them silently.

Dean sat facing the bar trying his best to politely tell the woman hanging off his shoulder to move on he’s not lookin’ has a woman who’s returning any second now.

Not taking the hint as she rubs her breasts into his shoulder barely covered by the thin tank top she’s wearing, “Come on baby I promise I’ll show you a good time, let’s get outta here. What’d say hmm?” she purrs sliding a hand down to pinch his ass.

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Love Lockdown

summary: you sneak behind your groups back to visit Negan, only believing he has a small crush until you set him straight and stop seeing him which shows his true obsession he has with you.

warning: language, negan’s actions

Originally posted by cerseilannister

“I’m not loving you the way I wanted to. What I had to do, had to run from you. I’m in love with you but the vibe is wrong, and that haunted me all the way home. So you never know, never, never know. Never know enough till it’s over love. Till we lose control, system overload. So keep your love lockdown.”

You always took your daily trips to Negan’s sanctuary which he admired. It made his day to see your long locks of hair bouncing as you skipped through the sanctuary like a small child just so you could pay him and Lucille a visit, and to see your hips swinging as he watched you leave once you two said your goodbyes give him great satisfaction.

You were oblivious to the idea of his fascination and infatuation with someone like you. You believed he liked the idea of you but you knew it wouldn’t matter if you visited him again. It’s not like he’d notice, you thought.

Maybe it was because you were new at love. You haven’t had much experience even if you were in your mid twenties. You were positive you were only a toy to Negan. So before anything could happen, you stopped visiting him. He was in fact the worst man alive and if your group found out. That would ruin everything.

One week. It’s been one week since you last saw Negan. It was odd not seeing him flash you an arrogant grin while Lucille rested along his broad shoulder, but you knew it was for the best.

“I’ll be back, Rick. I’m going for a walk.” You stated as you grabbed your supplies, quickly sitting them down as you grabbed a hair tie and created a high ponytail with your hair.

Rick placed his hand on your shoulder. “Be careful, (Y/N)”

He was the most worrisome member of your group. Sort of like a father figure to you.

Your lips carved into a smile across your face and you nodded your head. “I plan on it.”

You greeted the rest of the group on the way out as you shut the gate with your free hand.

You skipped through the woods with a riffle in your hand and absolutely no care in the world.

You hit a couple of walkers across their skull with the riffle; spitting their heads open which caused a smirk of satisfaction to play open your lips.

“Bingo.” You cheered with enthusiasm.

Your personality was like a child till someone crossed you which made you turn cold. Negan found that interesting how you had no care whatsoever and acted so perky.

Sometimes you were what he need on a bad day which he hated to admit.

He treated women with respect. But even with Sherry and Amber, he didn’t feel this way. He actually dropped them for you since you started your routine of seeing him which you had no idea about.

You glanced down at your white converse which had mud and grass stained along them and noticed one of your shoes were untied.

You groaned in anger as you bended over; tying the laces.

“ Shit, nice fucking view if I do say so myself.” You heard Negan from behind you mutter causing you to gasp softly in a startled state.

‘O-Oh Negan, hi.” You responded, instantly standing up.

He faked a playful pout. “You could have stayed down there, you know?” He began to walk around you in circles causing your heart to race.

“Well, would you look at that?” He continued to pace around you in circles, slowly bringing his hands up that looked as if they were so large they could crush your skull, untying the ribbon from your head which caused your thick locks of hair to flow down to your shoulders.

“I like your hair down better, kitten,” He flashed you a grin which made you speechless.

“Shit, you’re being shy now? Where’s the hyper lil girl that jumps around me all the damn time? Oh right, you haven’t came to see me and that makes me feel angered, doll face.”

Your bottom lip began to poke out, but you instantly sucked it in.

“Negan, I’m sorry but I can’t see you anymore. You are a sick, sick man. How would Rick feel seeing us frolic throughout the field, killing walkers together?” You replied with your head held high as you walked past him.

He chuckled loudly which made you jolt, grabbing your wrist which caused you to bump into his chest.

“I think us frolicking through the field bashing people’s domes in would be much more appropriate.”

You made a disgust face, “Asshole.”

He chuckled even louder, “You’re not leaving me, princess.”

This time his tone seemed to be saddened which confused you.

You scoffed, cocking an eyebrow. “Why Negan? You think I’ll be sitting happily in your lap while you clean the blood off that damn bat every night? Huh?”

He placed his tongue along his bottom lip before chuckling softly.

“I’m a man of negotiation. I don’t cross any fucking body unless they cross me. I know one thing for certain though, your visits fill my empty motherfucking cold heart. I like that shit.”

He brought Lucille up as he raised his hands with a smirk resting along his bearded face.

I think we could have something special, (Y/N), I want to be able to provide for you and show you that,” He walked closer to you so now both of your chests brushed against each other.

Are you in?” He placed his soft lips against your ear which caused chills to run down your spine; shivering in his powerful embrace.

Your instant reaction was to kiss him and that was what you did.

You placed your lips against his hungrily, wrapping your legs around his waist as he held you, yarning for this moment.

His fingertips along your waist and neck were enough to make you feel like you were on Cloud 9.

He groaned softly against your lips, pressing your body against his RV.

“That’s my dirty girl.” A smirk plastered onto both of your faces as he threw you over his shoulder, walking into the RV.

A/N: Guys, I cannot thank you enough for almost 30 notes on my imagine I literally just wrote yesterday. I’m amazed. Please check out my Negan fanfic on my page if you love Negan/Jeffery. I have faith for the story that it would be liked. xoxo.

Powerless (El Diablo x Reader) Part 3

A/N. Sorry part 3 took so long, but it’s SUPER long, so that should earn me a bit of your forgiveness. Please note, I wasn’t able to tag a couple of you who asked to be tagged, please let me know what went wrong if you know. This chapter takes place about two weeks after part 2, and there is a time jump at the end. This one is long, and there are a lot of characters and names being introduced, so if it get’s confusing please let me know and I’ll try to help clear it up :) 

part 1, part 2

word count: +9,000

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My family is about to lose the house, car and internet. We had applied for food stamps, but the place that was supposed to send the card sent it to the wrong address and it took calling someone several times about it for the address to change, so we ended up using the money that was supposed to be for the mortgage and buying food with it. We could be homeless by Friday.

She had made contact with the lawyer about getting some money fronted to us, but we won’t know until he calls us back and we don’t know how long that would be.

I have no idea on what the bills are (she won’t tell me due to being frustrated and upset herself), but at this point any amount would help. 

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a short gay thing for days 1+2 of genyatta week: firsts and crush/confession!

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“Oh, no.”

“What is it?” Zenyatta asks worriedly. If something has gone horribly wrong to ruin his first official date with Genji, Zen will scream. Internally, at least. Chill on the outside, screaming on the inside is pretty much the way he lives his life.

Genji glances over at him with a little pout. “Look.” He lifts a hand from the steering wheel and points ahead to where dark clouds are gathering. “That’s…well, that is where we are supposed to be going.”

Zenyatta hadn’t noticed the stormclouds until now; he’s been too busy fidgeting with his earrings and trying desperately to think of a way to flirt with Genji that doesn’t involve memes. (Those fly pretty well when they’re texting – he can just send pictures and videos to Genji, and Genji can respond with emojis and lols – but he’s not about to say shit like “seven vagánias” out loud to Genji on their first date.)

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The Misfits

Prompt: Six students, of different stereotypes, are sentenced to Saturday detention which happens to land on a very important day for each of them. While their reasons for being there are up in the air, and they might start off on the wrong foot, they all eventually find out there’s more to each person than they thought.

A/N: Sorry this took me so long to post, been busy these last few days.

Word Count: 3,673

Other Parts: | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 |

Part 5: The Revolutionist

Isadora Smackle was finding it hard to concentrate, and that was odd. Because normally she was the one to block out the world so easily and focus on what was in front of her. Her dark eyes seemed to keep glancing up at the boy sitting across from her. Her heart went out to all the pain and confusion and loss he must have been feeling. Smackle knew loss. It pained her everyday knowing that she would never see her older brother again. She had a younger brother, but he was far too little to remember Arian. He died when the little tyke was three and now he was nine. Time had passed, but it still didn’t make it any easier for her.

Ari was a Military man in the Navy. She had heard the stories, over and over again. He had decided to not pursue baseball as a full time career like Alex did, but chose to serve his country. And he enjoyed exploring the sea. She liked to believe that she had fell in love with Marine Biology because of him. Each time he would come home, he would bring something else back to her, weather it be shells, rocks, or trinkets. He was a natural when it came to the ocean, which is why he chose the Navy as his career. He was her inspiration and biggest influence as a big brother. He was also her hardest subject, memory and emotion.

She had some issues. Emotional ones. They developed after Ari died. She closed herself off from the world, almost becoming mute. It took her a long time to process what was going on, and a long time to speak again. It was then hard for her to trigger different emotions, because she was afriad. She threw herself into facts and less opinions. Her therapist believed it was because her parents became neglectful because of the pain and loss. She somewhat agreed, knowing that they raised a kid completely and supporting his decision to enlist himself into a career that lost him at sea. Yes. Lost. That was the worst part. The part of the story that caused her so much confusion and hurt. There was no mourning that. No closure in knowing if he had truly died. Not that it was a terrible career choice, but what were you supposed to think when your son dies.

As a ten year old, she had wishes that he would show up at home one day, walk in and say, “I’m home, sorry it took so long. I was stranded on an island and couldn’t find my way off soon enough.” Because if anyone could survive in the wilderness for that long, she beloved Ari could. She beloved he could do anything. But that’s because he was her hero.

So she could relate to Zay, but she wasn’t sure if she would open up to him about it. She should feel like it would be easy, because if he was willing to open up, she should too.

She glanced up and found him already looking at her. She blushed, because it didn’t escape her mind that he was an attractive guy. And having someone good-looking stare at her made her stomach flutter. She bit the inside of her lip as she continued to write on her paper, but the information wasn’t sticking. She wanted to talk to him more but she didn’t know how to start a conversation with him. Her form of communication was writing. And she had more to say paper to pen. Writing for the school news paper wasn’t the only thing she did. She had a website, where she wrote all kinds of different things and posted photos. She had come out of her shell in the last few years, but bring up a subject like Ari, made her shut down.

“You look like you’re deep in thought there Izzy?” Her eyes widen for a moment. “Is it okay if I call you that?” Nobody has called her Izzy in a long time. Everyone knew her as the one and only Smackle. She like how his voice called her that though.

She nodded. “That’s okay,” her voice light and sweet. “I’m just thinking. I always do that.” She giggles nervously. “It’s what a genius like me does.” Why did she say that? She looked away and to the side rolling her eyes, scolding herself.

Zay licked his lips and smiled amusingly. “You okay?”

Deciding not to trust her mouth, she nodded and smiled slightly. Her eyes finding her paper once more. What is wrong with you Smackle? He is just a nice, good-looking guy. It’s not like you haven’t talked to one before. Her mind screamed that there was something different about him though. He wasn’t like just anyone and he had already proven that in less than a thirty minute conversation with her.

She looked back up to him, and his eyes were down searching through one of her small collection of books she had stacked on the table. It was her non-school reading book that she carried with her everywhere, just in case she was in the mood for nothing else. It was in fact one of her favorite books, even if it was cheesy.

He flipped through the first few pages and smiled. “This great movie,” he said.

She actually laughed, which is something that people didn’t get the pleasure of witnessing often. “You are fan of The Notebook?”

He nodded putting his hand up, waving it off jokingly. “Yes, I am. I’ve never read the book, but the movie is definitely one of my favorites.” She giggled slightly. “Hey love never dies.” Even he chuckled at that one.

“I liked the movie too, but the book is better. Books are always better than the movie, but I believe that Rachel McAdams and Ryan Gosling did the movie justice. But I cried when reading the book, a little less when I watched the film. I guess words just speak to me.” She remembered the first time ever reading the story. It happened every time she read a book. She wished she could wipe her memory and read the story over again and so she could anticipate what was going to happen next. The first time was always her favorite time.

“It’s how the author writes the words though. How they write in the characters that you can’t help but fall in love with and something tragic happens to them, or something great happens and they hit you right in the feels.” He pounded his heart.

She glanced down at the other few books in her bag. “I like to read stories that go in depth. That sometimes people don’t understand fully, but you can make sense of in your own way.” She bit her bottom lip, taking a deep breath.

“You’re one of those philosophical people, aren’t you?”

She leaned back in her seat, crossing her arms. “I wouldn’t say talking with people face-to-face, but maybe in my writing. Being able to write down the words to say makes it easier to express my thoughts.”

“You find it hard to express your thoughts face-to-face?” He seemed to have a hard time believe if her. She didn’t blame him. She herself was complicated to understand. The desperate want to express her feelings in person but afraid of attached and losing them.

She was thinking about how to comment to that, but the words never came to her. Hearing the sound of a door opening to close, drifted her away from thinking. Mrs. Knows had appeared from her office. Smackle had looked around the room realizing she and Zay were the only ones sitting at the desks.“Where are the others?”

The genius’s eyes widened, and just as she was about to open her mouth, the boy reached over to grab her hand stopping her from speaking and her heart nearly dropped as well. As he spoke, she didn’t hear a word he had said, because she was taking in the feeling of his calloused hand on hers.

He watched her as she played the instrument with such grace and eloquence. Farkle marveled at how beautiful she was as she moved side to side while strumming. Her expression was soft when the sound carried smoothly, and then full of intensity when there was a sharp cord produced. She was great too. The song was so well played, he found himself wanting to move with her. On the ending note he smiled opening his eyes once more to find her staring at him with a hopeful look.

“I could listen to you play all day long,” he stated. “There’s no way they can’t give you that scholarship.”

Riley smiled and the room instantly lit up. “You think so?” He nodded in confirmation. “I think that was the best I’ve played in a while. For the last few weeks, I’ve been struggling a bit.”

“You’re probably just feeling the pressure, and the concert is in less than eight hours now,” he stated glancing at his watch. She immediately showed a look of panic and he approached her placing each hand on the side of her arms. “But you are going to do great! If you get nervous, just look for me.”

She took a breath feeling slightly relived, but still shared a nerved gazed. “Thank you, Farkle. Thank you for opening the band room. I’m sorry that you had to pick the lock to get in.”

He shrugged. “It’s nothing. Not like it’s my first time picking a lock.” He scratched the back of his neck.

Studying his face, she crossed her arms. “Is that why you’re in here?”

“Yeah, I left my portfolio in the media room, and Mrs. Harris had the door locked, and I didn’t realize she was coming back to her room, and I needed to get that folder, so I picked the lock. I also didn’t know that my portfolio had landed on her desk, with the computer file open to the midterm grade book.” His shoulders dropped. “Mr. Casey who was next door in the yearbook room walked in from his office and found me standing over the desk. I had tried to explain that I wasn’t in there to look at the grades, only to get my portfolio that was super important for me to have this weekend, but like all teachers, he had to follow protocol and all that, only because it was mid-term grades that were at stake. I could have been expelled for that, but he only gave me Saturday detention, because he could get in trouble if he only gave me after school detention.”

He sat down one of the chairs and she took a seat right next to him, placing the violin to the side carefully. “I guess we’re both in here on default.” He agreed, lightly bumping her leg. “I wonder why the others are in here.”

Farkle smirked. “Well Zay is in the same boat as us. He’s in here only because he was the subject of why Lucas broke Blaine’s nose.”

Her mouth dropped. “That’s why Blaine was crying in the office with an ice pack stuck to his face?” She tried not to laugh, but he could tell it was difficult for her. “Yikes, what he say to make Lucas deck him? Aren’t they supposed to be friends?”

“I heard he said something about Zay’s parents. Asking him in a vulgar manner of why he was living with Lucas, or making up scenarios of their own. Sage White told me she was ready to tackle him herself. It was terrible. Apparently Lucas told him to shut up first, and Zay held him back, but he just kept going on and Lucas leaned in and decked him.” He shook his head in disbelief. Lucas gets more flack as being labeled as a conceited, egotistical guy, but Farkle couldn’t see it. Especially after hearing what he did. He defended his best friend, his brother. People who are full of themselves wouldn’t put themselves into situations like that.

“Why all the fuss about Zay living with Lucas? In this day and age, it’s common to have interracial families, and the LBGTQ is rising. If that’s being accepted by people, which is a huge deal, then why pick on a guy who is living with Lucas for reasons that don’t concern us? Zay could be dealing with something far worse than we realize.”

He didn’t understand what was wrong, but whatever Zay was going through, he hid it well. It was hidden all behind a comedic smile. “We should head back to the library. Mrs. Knows has probably confronted Smackle about us.”

She nodded. “You’re probably right. Why do you think Smackle is here?”

“You know, that’s a good question. I have absolutely no idea.” He really didn’t. They didn’t associate with each other. People think they would. Both smart, popular, but she was more so than him. He didn’t have a problem with her. In fact, they used to be close as kids, but after time, their parents turned them against one another, and they started competing in everything.

Then he stopped caring about what his parents think, and he began to let her win. Farkle admitted he was still smarter to himself, but that was because he purposely slacked off. He was tired of exceeding his parents expectations. It’s what drove a wedge in their relationship.

He and Riley stood up. “You don’t like each other do you?”

“It’s not that. I mean I don’t have a problem with her. I never have, but her parents and my parents were persistent on us competing against each other, in everything. She got into it more so in middle school, though she had a drive to. I stopped caring what my parents thought when they were going through that terrible phase of their relationship.” He shook his head. “I guess Smackle just believes we’re still on bad terms with one another.”

They moved to leave the band room, locking it back up in the process. “Are we on good terms?” She asked, with a hopeful expression etched upon her face. How could he say no to her? Not like he was going to, but when she gave him that look, he had the desire to give her everything she ever wanted.

Of course they were on good terms, but he din’t want to come off as just friendly, because he was not about to put himself in the friend zone. So he let his mind wander for a minute, before reaching down to lightly squeeze her hand. “I think we’re on more than just good terms.”

She smiled brightly and Farkle swore he saw the universe in her eyes.

Maya chided herself for being way too judgmental. She took back everything she ever said about anyone, because it seemed as if she was looking at the world in a completely different way. Now how could talking to this guy make her believe this? Because he was the complete opposite of who she thought he was, and that scared her. Why? Because not only did his physical appearance have an effect on her, she was beginning to see his personality show, and she like it.

He was easy to talk to and he surprised her when he shared a personal experience with her that most people probably wouldn’t talk about. She had the sudden want to punch Grace in the face, knowing that Lucas being a guy, could get in trouble for laying a hand on a her, but that didn’t mean Maya couldn’t. How could someone date a person for a whole year, sleep with them, then tell them they aren’t attractive enough or good enough to date them anymore, especially in front of people. Maya honestly didn’t believe Lucas wasn’t attractive enough, because … she looked to the side over at him as they were walking down the hall … he was far from the opposite.

They approached the door to the art room, and they entered. She could smell paint and oils and felt completely at home. She hadn’t decided until now if she was going to create. The essay was deemed as a stupid assignment. What did she know?

Her thoughts were interrupted as her companion began to speak. “So, you gonna paint anything?” He asked, leaning to the side of the door frame, crossing his arms.

She shook her head. “I don’t need to paint anything to write the essay, because I’m not going to tell her who I am. Because the me now, isn’t the me I want to be. She wants us to write the essay to laugh at us. In her mind, she sees us how she wants to see us. But I’m going to tell her about the person I want to be.”

“Which is?” Lucas raised his eyebrows, interested in what she had to say.

Maya turned to face him completely. “I want to be a good person, a good friend, eventually a good girlfriend, wife, and mother. I want to have a different fate then my own mother, and get over the fact that my father left, because I’m grateful to have a second father in Mr. Matthews. I want to graduate with decent grades, go to school and get an education, and be the first in my family to finish a bachelors program in college.” She looked down at the ground, studying the dots creating different shapes, before glancing back up at him, looking him in the eye. “And most of all, if I could do anything continuously throughout my entire life is this: I want to be the change I want to see in the world. I’m not just going around buildings to deface them, I’m trying to get the word out, because maybe someone will listen. They don’t have to know who I am in order to change the way they see the world, and if they already agree with me, then maybe my rebelliousness will drive them to create and make a difference of their own. Because all it takes is just one person to speak, and if that pins me as a rebel who only vandalizes things, who cares.” She shrugs. “I’m not going to stop voicing my opinion, just because a couple people think my work is tagged for no reason, because that’s not how others see it.”

The expression he held was complete and udder admiration. But her rant was not over just yet. “Every time I tag a building, it’s in the middle of the night, and when I’m done, and it’s morning, and people are starting to walk by, I see people stare at it. Not only because it’s new, but they are deciding whether or not they should agree or disagree with what I did. Some are prudes who, more in line with the rules, but I’ve seen a lot of open minded people. One person who was standing right by me as I was watching everyone, said ‘who ever did this, should know that they are inspiring and they should continue to make the world see what’s real.’ That’s what any artist strives to do. That’s how they want people to respond. That person. They knew it was me. They could still see the faded paint on my hands, and they told me to keep up the good work. I had never felt more at peace with what I was doing until that moment.”

He stared at her for a while, as she anticipated his next comment. “I don’t think I’ve ever been more impressed by anyone than I been in this exact moment.” He shook his head in disbelief. “You’re a revolutionist, in not just politics, but in other subjects too. Are you the artist who created that huge sign in Washington Square Park?” She nodded. “And the one on Grove Street in Greenwich Village?” Another nod. “You’re art is a pattern. There’s also that cafe on Perry and 7th.”

“That’s the only one that wasn’t vandalism.” She added. “Riley’s mom, Topanga owns that cafe. I created a piece for her, and I added a little bit of my own spin to it. There are a few in Chelsea, a few in Battery Park, one on the NYU Campus, a couple underground, and I also did a small one at the theatre in Central Park. All of them have similar messages, and some are answers to other peoples pieces.”

He smiled softly and her stomach began to twist and turn excitedly. She gulped when he slowly began walking towards her. “Never stop looking at the world the way you do. You are inspiring, and you make me want to see everything through your eyes. I was wrong about you. You’re a pretty incredible person.”

She bit her bottom lip, and dared herself not to beam at him, but she couldn’t help it. “Thank you, Lucas. You’re a pretty amazing yourself.”

They stared at each other for a minute and she had the slight temptation to stand on her tippy toes to kiss him, but she held herself back. After there had been enough silence, he coughed before asking. “So, what do you think the others are doing?”

“Smackle is probably still in the library, Farkle and Zay I’m not entirely sure, but Riley definitely went to the band room. She has a super important concert coming up—” she blinked and her heart nearly stopped for a moment. “Quick, what’s today’s date?”

He narrowed his eyebrows, thinking before he said, “December 15.”

“Shit,” she stated. “I have to find Riley.” No wonder her best friend was so pissed. No wonder she looked hurt earlier. Maya could blame her best friend for probably wanting to kill her. Her feet left the room before she could tell Lucas what was going on.

A/N: I feel like I’ve been getting into depth for the Lucaya scenes, which is interesting for me. I think I’m going to have two more parts, and then I’m done with this story.

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Riley heard her voice before she could even see her, and she wished she could tell her to be quiet. “Riley,” Maya said, appearing from the door, with Lucas at her tail. “I need to talk to you.” The blonde stopped dead in her tracks as she saw Mrs. Knows staring with a stern look on her face. They were in so much trouble.

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Just Give Me A Reason

Characters: Dean x Reader

Summary: You agree to help your friend, neighbor and long time crush, Dean get a coveted promotion by attending his bosses Christmas party as his wife.  What could possibly go wrong?

Word Count:  A MASSIVE 4279 words

Prompt: Just Give Me A Reason. Fake Married AU

A/N:  So this was going to be posted a while ago but it kinda took over and became this monster of a fic that I hope doesn’t suck massively. Thank you @sdavid09 for hosting such a wonderful challenge.  

Originally posted by deangifsdaily

You had known as soon as you had agreed that this was a mistake.  There was no way this idea was ever gonna work without someone, well, you, getting hurt but when it came to your friend and neighbour Dean Winchester you just couldn’t say no.  You had known him for 3 years, 9 months, 17 days and about 14 hours and you had been in love with him for him 3 years, 9 months, 17 days and about 13 hours and 45 minutes.  Not that you would EVER tell him that.  You had seen him with a string of women over the years and he definitely had a type and that type was certainly not you.  Oh no, you got to play the role of friend who he came to for advice on women and you had accepted that was all you would ever be.  Totally friendzoned.  Only now you weren’t even that anymore.  You should never have agreed to help him out, this was one favour too far and it had resulted in… inevitable disaster? Heartbreak? The irreconcilable breakdown of a treasured friendship?  All of the above.  Pouring yourself another very large glass of wine you sighed, wiping at the tears that were once again slipping silently down your face as they had been doing for the past 24 hours.  The events of the past weekend played over and over in your mind and you swiftly knocked back the alcohol to help you forget.  

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anonymous asked:

hi! i read your post on Aleppo and i'm a bit confused about what's going on. some articles that say that the Syrians supported Assad, yet that kind of goes against what you mentioned (about the Syrian govt and Russia bombing the country). can you elaborate on this? (sorry, i want to have more knowledge on what's going on)

(note: if you want to skip right to the important details, scroll down until to find the section underneath the exclamation marks like this: !!!!!!!!!!!!!)

Hi anon, it’s great that you’re interested in learning more about Aleppo, and honestly, I am too! This is a very complex and sensitive topic so I just don’t want to get any details wrong or cause misinformation to spread, but I’ll try to do my best. What I do believe is that yes, the majority of people in Syria do support Assad. I’m sorry it took me so long to get back to you but here’s why:

Just over a day ago I believed everything I wrote on that post word for word, and I strongly supported all of the posts I reblogged concerning the situation in Aleppo. However more recently I’ve been given new evidence that shows that the situation in Aleppo is much more complex than we have been led to believe. In this emotionally-driven campaign to achieve equality and peace for the people in Aleppo, many of us have failed to check the facts.

It’s sensible and normal for us to not question these things when people are suffering and dying and in need of our help. It’s also hard for us to understand the full story of what is going on in Aleppo when we are given little resources from the media. But what is even worse is that the stories we hear about Aleppo from the media are likely to be untrue. No, I am not asking people to be skeptical when others are in need of our help. But I am asking for everyone to just stop for a minute, realise that we shouldn’t believe everything we read on the internet, even if I comes from a popular media source. In fact, the media is often the one causing problems. And we know that already. Remember all those times that white policemen have shot and killed innocent black lives and the media failed to acknowledge them?

What I wrote in that post was based on mostly untrue evidence, which I only discovered yesterday, less than a day after I posted it. I’m here to fix my mistake by trying to encourage people to see the truth. Many of the other posts on tumblr and other websites are very likely to be untrue as well, based on lack of proper research, using information that the media has led us to believe but may be false.

!!!!!!!!!!!!! please read below 💕 

Don’t give up on hope for the people of Aleppo, because they still need us more than ever. Please use these following resources to gain a better, more wholesome understanding of the critical situation in Aleppo.

Links: source 1, source 2, source 3, source 4, source 5 (which also includes a list of other sources), source 6, source 7, source 8, source 9, source 10source 11, source 12source 13, source 14source 15 (which also contains an entire list of other sources), source 16, source 17, source 18, source 19, source 20, and source 21 (another long list of other sources). (I’ll add more sources if I find them)

These sources prove that the “facts” about Aleppo given to us from mainstream media are false, and are all a part of the propaganda created by the US, Saudi Arabia and other countries which were presented by media as being ‘the good guys’. There is evidence which shows that all the ‘last message’ videos (such as this one or this one) are part of a PR campaign. There is also strong evidence showing that the tweets from Bana, the young girl supposedly tweeting from Syria, are also fake. Sources can also prove that the White Helmets organisation is not to be trusted, so please do not donate to them.

It may come as a shock to you at first, (I certainly took me a while to process all of this) but please actually take your time to read/watch as much of it as you can. It’s important that we learn what’s really happening in Aleppo, to understand who is actually supporting the innocent people in Aleppo and who isn’t.

I may not be able to answer some questions on this topic as I am no expert, and neither are most of the other people on tumblr. Please use the many reliable resources I have given you instead, and don’t forget to keep the people of Aleppo in your best interests.

You Can’t Stop Love

Request: One shot of being a muggle born that Draco Malfoy falls in love with

  • Warnings: none
  • h/c= house colors
  • y/e/c= your eye color
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Draco’s POV

“Draco, you can’t do this!” 

Crabbe and Goyle pulled at my sleeves, trying to get me to stop walking. 

“My father has been holding me back for so long. I’m not going to let him hold me back from anything else. I’m asking y/n out.” 

I walked over to where y/n was standing, and tapped her shoulder. 

“Um, hi Draco.” 

“Can we talk in private somewhere?” She barely nodded before I grabbed her arm and pulled her into an empty classroom. I closed the door and turned around. Y/n was leaning on the side of a desk, looking curiously at me.

“What’s wrong?” 

I took a nervous breath and started.

“Look, y/n. I know you’re going to say no but just hear me out. You probably know me as the mean guy who harasses other house members and muggleborns, but you know why I never was mean to you? Because I have feelings for you. I have such strong feelings for you and—”

“Draco? Are you asking me out?” 

I slowly nodded and looked down at my shoes. 

“So? What do you say?” 

There were a few moments of silence and hen I heard footsteps coming towards me. Suddenly, y/n’s hands were wrapped tightly around me. 

“Of course I will, Draco.”

I smiled in disbelief and burying my face in y/n’s neck, I hugged her back.

6 months later

“Y/n, hurry up!” 

“Can’t you wait three more seconds for your girlfriend to find her scarf?”

I shook my head, laughing and raised my wand and muttered, “Accio scarf.” The h/c scarf came whizzing towards me, along with y/n clinging onto the end of it. I caught them both into my arms, and I carried a squealing y/n out into the cold. 

The group was already on its way to Hogsmeade, so I set y/n down and wrapped her tightly in my arms to keep us both warm. 

We huddled against the flurry of the snowstorm as we entered the village. 

“Where to now?”

“How about the Three Broomsticks for a hot butterbeer?” I nodded and pushed us through the crowd of people to the pub. 

We rushed in to escape the biting wind, and y/n went to grab a table while I went to buy us butter beers. 

I weaved my way through the tables to get to y/n, who was happily waiting with bright, sparkly eyes. 

“Your butterbeer, madam.”

“Thank you, kind sir.” 

Y/n took a long gulp of her butterbeer, closing her eyes and enjoying every drop. I sipped my butterbeer, watching her amusedly. Finally, she set down her mug, and revealed a big butterbeer foam mustache right above her upper lip. I burst out laughing, and she looked in a confused way at me.

“What, Draco? What? What’s so funny?” 

I pushed myself up from my chair and made my way across to her. I slid to sit next to her, and my arm automatically went around her shoulders. I leaned in to kiss her, and in the meantime, also captured the butterbeer from her lip. I pulled away, muttering, “Mmm, that was some nice butterbeer.” 

Y/n’s eyes widened, and she turned slightly pink and playfully pushed me out of her chair. I roared with laughter, and I managed to gulp down the last of my butterbeer before she dragged me out out of the Three Broomsticks, back into the cold. 

“Oh shut, up, Draco.” Y/n smiled and tried to quiet my laughter. “Where do you want to go to next?” 

What I said next was completely unexpected. 

“I love you, y/n.” 

She looked at me with her big, beautiful y/e/c eyes, and lightly laid her hand on my chest. 

“I love you too, Draco.”

A grin spread across my face and I took y/n’s face in mine. 

“I love you more.” She pushed forward and took away the space between us.

Our lips met with a  new spark of love that we had never experienced before. Even though it was snowing and the freezing wind was whipping y/n’s hair around and trying to separate us, it was impossible. We loved each other too much.

Finally, we pulled apart to take a breath. 

“I love you.” I smiled into her eyes, and they smiled right back at me. 

“Where do you want to go, Draco?” I felt like I was in a trance. I felt I was floating on the snow that was flurrying all around us. 

“I love you.” 

Y/n rolled her eyes, giggled, and slid her arm through my bent one. 

“How about Honeydukes?”

“I love you.” 

“I love you too.”

Y/n dragged me into the sweet shop, and the loud chatter of the crowd became a murmur because you know what? I had defied my father’s ways and gotten an “I love you” from the girl I loved at the same time.

taylor swift ask meme


  • “I realize you love yourself more than you could ever love me.”
  • “My daddy’s gonna show you how sorry you’ll be..”
  • “I wonder if he/she knows he’s/she’s all I think about at night…”
  • “I don’t know what I want, so don’t ask me.”
  • “I start a fight cause I need to feel something.”
  • “Even now just looking at you feels wrong.”
  • “I can’t resist– before you go, tell me this, was it worth it?”
  • “When I’m with anybody else it’s so hard to be myself.”
  • “She’s/he’s never gonna love you like I want to, and you just see right through me.”
  • “No matter what you say, I still can’t believe that you would walk away.”


  • “I like the way you sound in the morning.”
  • “When you’re close I feel like coming undone.”
  • “Was I out of line? Did I say something way too honest?”
  • “Where is this going?”
  • “I don’t know what else I can say.”
  • “This is wrong but I can’t help but feel like there ain’t nothing more right, babe.”
  • “I’m no one special.”
  • “This time I’ve had enough.”
  • “There’s nothing you can say to make this right again. I mean it.”
  • “I don’t know why but with you I’d dance in a storm in my best dress.”
  • “Please don’t go.”
  • “Don’t be afraid, we’ll make it out of this mess.”
  • “You’re perfect for me, why aren’t you here tonight?”
  • “I should have known.”
  • “My mistake. I didn’t know to be in love you had to fight to have the upper hand.”
  • “What you’re looking for has been here the whole time.”
  • “You’re the only thing I know like the back of my hand.”
  • “I’m sick and tired of your attitude.”
  • “You don’t have to call anymore. I won’t pick up the phone.”
  • “I never knew I could feel that much.”


  • “Can you believe it?”
  • “You are the best thing that’s ever been mine.”
  • “It’s just wrong enough to make it feel right.”
  • “I’m sorry for that night.”
  • “I’d go back in time and change it but I can’t.”
  • “You wish it was me, don’t you?”
  • “Maybe it’s you and your sick need to give love then take it away.”
  • “Is it killing you like it’s killing me?”
  • “Why are we pretending this is nothing?”
  • “Please don’t be in love with someone else.”
  • “She/he underestimated just who she/he was stealing from.”
  • “It’s never too late to get it back.”
  • “Something’s gone terribly wrong.”
  • “You told me you loved me, so why did you go away?”
  • “Never imagined we’d end like this.”
  • “I had the time of my life fighting dragons with you.”
  • “I don’t care ‘cause right now you’re mine.”
  • “Nothing’s gonna change, not for me and you.”


  • “Love is a ruthless game.”
  • “I’ll do anything you say if you say it with your hands.”
  • “I guess you didn’t care, and I guess I liked that.”
  • “I knew you were trouble when you walked in.”
  • “I might be okay, but I’m not fine at all.”
  • “You don’t know about me but I’ll bet you want to.”
  • “It takes everything in me not to call you.”
  • “Baby, I miss you and I swear I’m gonna change, trust me.”
  • “We are never ever ever getting back together.”
  • “I’m pretty sure we almost broke up last night.”
  • “I’d like to hang out with you for my whole life.”
  • “This is the last time I’m asking you this.”
  • “Time is taking its sweet time erasing you.”
  • “You’re the lucky one.”
  • “Your eyes look like coming home.”
  • “I just wanna know you better.”
  • “Don’t you dream impossible things?”
  • “I’ve been spending the last eight months thinking all love ever does is break and burn and end.”
  • “Come back…be here.”
  • “It’s not fair that you’re not around.”
  • “Don’t look at me. You’ve got a girl/boy at home and everybody knows that.”


  • “I know you heard about me.”
  • “Got a long list of ex-lovers…they’ll tell you I’m insane.”
  • “I should just tell you to leave.”
  • “I heard…that you’ve been out and about with some other girl/boy.”
  • “Are we out of the woods yet?”
  • “I’m settin’ you free.”
  • “All you had to do was stay.”
  • “Let me remind you. This was what you wanted. You ended it.”
  • “You still don’t know what I never said.”
  • “I wish you knew that I’ll never forget you as long as I live.”
  • “Did you have to do this?”
  • “Did you think we’d be fine?”
  • “You say sorry just for show.”
  • “No one has to know what we do.”
  • “I want you for worse or for better.”
  • “You showed up just in time.”
  • “I know places we won’t be found.”
  • “Just because you’re clean don’t mean you don’t miss it.”
  • “Didn’t they tell us don’t rush into things?”
  • “I’ve spent my whole life trying to put it into words.”

A/N: I hope ya’ll enjoy fluff lol. Also, this took a long time to post because I accidentally posted it to the wrong blog at first.

Request:  You should totally do a Misha x reader where she announces that she is pregnant to him at a con! With the help of Kim, Ruth and briana. Have it be like where the girls are asking him if he wants/is ready for kids, and have them saying he’s already like a father to Jensen and Jared so he knows what to do!

Pairing: Misha x Pregnant!Reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 776

“I need you guys to help me with something.” You were talking to Kim, Ruth, and Briana in the ladies dressing room at the latest convention.

“What is it, dear?” Ruth asked.

“Well, I haven’t told Misha that I’m pregnant yet.” You confessed. They all turned to look at you. All giving you a look that meant, ‘seriously?’ and ‘what have you been waiting for?’. They had known since you found out, but your nerves got the best of you and you didn’t know how to tell Misha. You guys had only been together for a year and a half, so you thought he might not be supportive, even though you knew that was just a silly thought you still had your doubts.

But you were quickly approaching 20 weeks (halfway along), and you were just beginning to show, but not enough that you couldn’t still cover it. You weren’t needed on set for a few episodes, so you decided to stay with your family while Misha was in Vancouver filming. So basically, you hadn’t seen him in a few weeks.

“So you want us to help you announce it?” Briana piped up. She seemed excited. As did Ruth and Kim. So the 4 of you made up a plan.

Misha was supposed to arrive at the hotel during your and Ruth’s panel. You knew he’d crash it to say hi, it’d been too long since you last you had last seen each other. Plus the fans never complained. You figured that this would be the perfect time to announce your pregnancy, to everyone.

You and Ruth had been on stage for about 10 minutes, when you felt your phone buzz in your pocket. You knew it was Misha texting you saying that he was there without even having to look at your it.

A few minutes later, Misha walked out on stage, sneaking up behind you. Although there wasn’t much sneaking, because everyone went crazy when they saw Misha. He gave you a peck on the cheek and you told him that you would be delighted if he joined the panel. “I don’t think the fans would mind a bit.” To which they replied with screams, causing Misha to act like they scared him.

Questions started flowing again and before long you saw Briana at one of the mics to ask a question. “Hi, Misha.” She said in her Donna voice. “Hello, how are you, uh…young lady?” He replied.

“I’m good, so, anyway I was wondering if you’ve thought about having kids?”

“Well, I mean yeah, when the time is right,” he said. Kim popped up next to Briana and started in as well. “What are you talking about Briana? Hes already got two kids on set, taking care of Jared and Jensen should get him father of the year award.”

Everyone responded by laughing. It was true. When you guys were one set, Misha was always the first one to try and get everyone under control when the goofing around got out of hand.

Ruth cleared her throat and gave you a little hip bump. It was time to come clean.

“Well, actually,” You started, “what’s really going to make him father of the year is being an actual father..” Apparently he didn’t catch on.

“Uh, yeah babe that would be a great start.” He said laughing. He didn’t realize you were being serious. You took a deep breath and stepped forward, pulling a picture out of your jacket pocket.

“It would be a great start.” You said, handing him the picture. It was an ultrasound picture from 2 days ago. He looked at the picture, than back at you, then the picture again. The smile fell from his face for a moment when he realized what you were telling him. Then he looked back up at you, with the biggest smile you had ever seen, his eyes were almost glowing.

“You’re pre-..” He began, waiting for your nod of approval, which you gave. “She’s-we’re, we, guys, I’m gonna have a baby! We’re gonna be parents!” Misha tripping and falling over his own word had you laughing hard. The audience started screaming with joy.

Misha pulled you into a tight hug, to which Ruth, Briana, and Kim all joined in on. Jensen and Jared even walked out on stage to congratulate the two of you, and to join in on the group hug. The audience was still cheering when you all pulled apart. You looked at Misha and realized he had tears in his eyes, as did you. This couldn’t have gone better. This was the best family you could ever hope for.

ereliskenway  asked:

Hey ^^ if you're still looking for Qui/Obi prompts ideas i have one but i suck at writting things so i give it to you! How about padawan Obi-Wan being cold or sick and Qui Dad doing all he Can to make Obi-Wan comfortable? :3 I love your prompts btw

I am SO sorry this took so long for me to write! I’ve been caught up in applying for summer internships while I’m on break. Thank you so much for the prompt, and I hope that this was worth the wait :D

Qui-Gon all but ran through the halls of the Jedi temple, a panicked urgency in his steps that had people all but scrambling to get out of his way. A few masters had called out to him, asking what was wrong, but he’d responded with a distracted “Can’t talk now!” or “I’ll tell you later!”. He was holding a bag in his hands as if it contained the most precious of treasures, and the people he passed couldn’t help but think that he looked almost like a frantic thief, hurrying to escape the authorities. But the fear that gripped him wasn’t of being caught by Coruscanti police - it was of failing to perform his duty as a Master to his Padawan.

He finally reached the door to their quarters, opening it with a frivolous use of the Force. It closed behind him as he rushed to the kitchen, carefully but hurriedly overturning the bag onto the counter to reveal…


Vegetables, broth, and some raw Endorian chicken.

Qui-Gon took a breath to center himself. I am a Jedi master, trained in the ancient arts and conduit of the Living Force. I can do this.

A few minutes later found said Jedi master staring at the chicken on the counter as if it had asked him some cosmic question, the broth warming on the stove as Qui-Gon contemplated the answer. He huffed, stroking his beard. WWOWD?

After a few more moments of trying to communicate with the long-dead chicken in the Force, hoping it would somehow come back from the Netherworld to help him, Qui-Gon picked up a knife and approached it, holding it over the chicken one way, then changing the angle of his grip, then turning the chicken around, then starting to cut before pulling it back, then turning the chicken back…

He floundered, not sure how to go about cutting the chicken, and he nearly threw up his arms in exasperation. How in all the Sith hells am I supposed to go at this Force-be-damned thing! Obi-Wan makes this look so easy. I just need to focus and cut it…here? No, here. Ah, here-!


Qui-Gon whirled, knife in hand, expression that of a child who’d been caught making a mess while trying to cook for themselves (which was not at all far from the truth). Obi-Wan stood in the kitchen entrance, head tilted slightly and mouth twitching with the urge to smile, not entirely sure what he had stumbled upon. “Are you…trying to cook?”

His consonants softened because of his stuffy nose, Obi-Wan pulled the blanket across his shoulders tighter around his body, smiling completely when Qui-Gon nodded shyly and put down the knife.

“I wanted to make your favorite soup. To help you feel better.”

Obi-Wan shook his head fondly, deeply touched by the gesture. As soon as he’d been tall enough to comfortably reach the stovetop, Obi-Wan had all but banned his master from the kitchen, taking it upon himself to cook their meals whenever he was able. So seeing Qui-Gon in the kitchen now was almost as amusing as the time Qui-Gon had accidentally dyed his hair pink because Obi-Wan had played a Fools’ Day prank on him. Obi-Wan internally chuckled at the memory. Almost.

“Master, you have to take the skin off of the chicken before you cut it.”

Qui-Gon looked at the chicken, then back at Obi-Wan. “I knew that.”

“Of course you did. Here, let me-” Obi-Wan stumbled when he tried to step into the kitchen, hit by a sudden wave of dizziness. Qui-Gon hurried forward and caught him before he could fall, the urgency that had temporarily left him coming back full force.

“You shouldn’t be out of bed, padawan! You are not well.”

Obi-Wan mumbled a protest into Qui-Gon’s tunic before his feet suddenly weren’t on the ground, still wrapped like a baby in his large blanket. Qui-Gon had swept him up into his arms and was walking back to his room, ignoring Obi-Wan’s mumbles until they suddenly sharpened.

“I don’t want to go back to my room!”

Qui-Gon stopped, surprised by a whiny-ness he hadn’t heard from his padawan in years. “Obi-Wan-”

“It’s small and dark and…I want to stay with you.”

Qui-Gon sighed, worried. “Obi-Wan, you must rest.”

“I’ll lay down on the couch and help you cook.”

“You really shouldn’t be straining yourself-”


It wasn’t really a question - Obi-Wan knew he’d won the moment he’d said that he didn’t want to go back to his room. Qui-Gon set him down gently on the couch, arranging his blanket and pillow so that he was as comfortable as possible. Obi-Wan smiled at Qui-Gon’s fussing, feeling warm and safe and loved and quite content, despite the fact that he had somehow managed to catch the flu. From where he was laying, Obi-Wan could see into the kitchen and guide Qui-Gon on what to do. The next half-hour was spent with Obi-Wan calmly giving Qui-Gon directions on how to make his favorite soup, interrupted only by Obi-Wan’s sneezes or Qui-Gon’s occasional slip-up (including him accidentally launching a chicken leg across the kitchen while trying to tug the skin off of it - Obi-Wan wasn’t entirely successful in muffling his laughter into the blanket).

Finally, Qui-Gon was finished. He walked over to Obi-Wan holding a tray, carefully balancing a glass of Almakian apple juice and the Callosian spring soup he’d worked so hard to make. He set the tray down on the low table in front of the couch, hurrying to help Obi-Wan sit up.

“Easy, easy, Obi-Wan.”

He sat with Obi-Wan and tenderly rubbed his back as he ate, Obi-Wan having refused to be spoon-fed.

“I really appreciate this, master,” Obi-Wan murmured, finishing the last of the soup and apple juice. Qui-Gon noticed the slight tremble in his hand, the way he pulled the blanket closer around himself.

“You’re cold.”

Obi-Wan sniffed, feeling like he was shivering in his bones. “I’m f-fine. Just gonna…sleep awhile..-hey!”

Qui-Gon had stood and picked him up carefully, heading for his own room. Obi-Wan was about to start whining when Qui-Gon interrupted. “I’m taking you to sleep in my room, padawan. And don’t worry - I won’t leave you.”

He used the Force to push back the covers on his bed before setting Obi-Wan down, fluffing the pillow under his head and wrapping him up in both sets of blankets. “Comfortable?”

Obi-Wan shivered but smiled up at him drowsily. “Very.”

Qui-Gon sat down next to him on the bed, running a gentle hand through his hair. “Get some sleep, Obi-Wan. I’ll be right here.”



anonymous asked:

Daddy Phil ;-; and kinky :3 that's all I need in life

Word Count:524

Author’s note: I hope this is what you had in mind, sorry it took so long to write I may have procrastinated.

-Dan had been being a tease all day. He’d been walking around in lace thigh highs, a pastel jumper and booty shorts. He kept sitting next to Phil, and don’t get him wrong Phil loved his baby, but when you’re trying to work it’s a little difficult when your hot, horny boyfriend wants attention.

- “Baby, you know Daddy is trying to work right now.”

- “But Daddy,” Dan moaned in protest to Phil.

- “Dan I need to work and you know this, now let me work so I don’t have to punish you.” Dan pouted then went to the kitchen purposely swinging his hips as he walked just to make Phil slightly more agitated (and closer to giving in). Dan decided to get some cereal while his Daddy was still busy, because he did know that if Phil didn’t work now he’d have to stay up late and work and he’s no good without sleep.

-Phil was finally able to take a break from working to get some food, or ya know, do other things. He went to just grab a small bag of crisps when he heard Dan moaning, but Dan knew better than to get off without permission, right?  

-Phil abandoned his crisps on the breakfast bar then walked to his and Dan’s shared bedroom to find dad with a vibrating plug in his hole and a fist around his cock.

-“Baby what are you doing?” Phil asked Dan in a husky voice.

-“I couldn’t wait Daddy” Dan replied in a high pitched voice as he continued to fist his cock. Phil “tsk” s Dan then swatted away his hand away as Dan whines in protest as Phil also pulls the plug out so Dan doesn’t come ahead of time.

-Dan continues to whine since he was so close to coming then instead moans as Phil starts to give him a blowjob. Dan is seconds away from coming when Phil pulls off with a “pop”. Then moves up to Dan’s neck and gives him a hickey as Dan comes from the stimulation.

-Phil doesn’t give Dan a second before he pulls him over his lap and begins to spank him as punishment for disobeying his rules. The only thing Dan does is moan.

-“You’re such a slut for this aren’t you baby?” Phil asked Dan in a husky voice. Dan can only reply with a moan of, “Daddy”.

-“Are you stretched enough for me baby, or do you need more?” Phil asked after he’d stopped spanking Dan.

-“I’m ready Daddy, just get in me!” Dan replied needy. Phil placed Dan back on the bed face down and got the lube from the bedside desk. He lubed himself thoroughly and slowly entered Dan. They both groaned at the stimulation.

-Only after a few minutes both him and Dan were close to coming.

-“Daddy can I come?

-“Yes baby, you can come when you want.” Phil replied in an almost sleep like voice. Dan came a moment later than Phil came thanks to the delightful tightness of Dan. 

-They cleaned up then fell asleep in one another arms, faces filled with bliss.


Summary: A little hide and seek, getting trapped in a bathroom with a nearly naked Bucky, and a friend that doesn’t believe you’re just friends. What could go wrong? 

Warnings: Steamy? Ish?

Word count: 1900

A/N: I have no idea why this took so long? I’m so sorry you guys, I’m gonna catch up on my requests real soon I promise. I hope ya’ll don’t mind that I combined a couple requests on this one ^^

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Originally posted by ajl-bae

It was a very rare occasion to have Clint’s whole family come to the tower. When they did venture out of their farm, the whole team made sure to accommodate them accordingly. 

Which was why you and the other Avengers were strung up in a game of hide and seek. Cooper and Lila, his older kids, were more interested in picking up Mjolnir or sledding down the stairs in Steve’s shield, but Nathaniel was only a few years old and because no one wanted him to throw a tantrum, they agreed to do whatever he wanted.

Bucky was lucky enough to escape the game, excusing himself to a shower before Clint so much as stepped into the building. You tried to get away too, desperately craving a good nap before Fury sent you on another mission, but decided too late. The second you were about to slip out the door, the oldest Barton spawn ran straight for your legs and hopped on, clinging to your hips for dear life.

“Auntie Y/N! You’re gonna play with us, right? You gotta!” Cooper pressed his face into your side and you laughed, ruffling his hair and backing away from the door slightly. You may have been an Avenger, but having a 70 pound tumour on your leg would throw anyone off balance if they moved too much.

“How could I say no to that face? What’s the plan Mini Cooper?” You gently pried him off your leg and recovered with just enough time to catch Lila as she threw herself at you. Her hug knocked the wind right out of you and you gave Clint a look that said this one’s an Avenger for sure.

“Nate wants to play Hide and Seek.” Lila grumbled and you put on your game face.

“You two ready to make this fun?” Your grin alone was enough to convince them of your plan. They nodded frantically and you pulled them into a huddle to hatch your play.

“Lila, you’re gonna stick with Pietro. That’s the lost silver puppy over there, see him?” You pointed imperceptibly to Pietro, standing awkward in the corner while his sister spoke to Laura. Lila nodded. “He can’t be caught, so just hop on up for a piggyback and you’re sure to win.”

“Coop, you go with Steve.” Cooper looked over at the soldier and groaned, eliciting a grin from you. “I know he’s gonna be hard to hide with all that beef, but if you do get caught, he’ll sacrifice himself for you to run free.”

“Auntie Y/N, who are you teaming up with?” You spared them a mischievous smirk before standing up and dusting yourself off.

“A little thing you should know about me kids, I play to win.” To which they shrugged and ran over to their assigned partners. Pietro looked a little alarmed at the little girl trying to climb onto his back but Steve picked Cooper up and placed him on his shoulders like a champ.

Clint faced the wall and started counting down from 50. Initially, Tony had decided it was his duty to be the first Seeker, but Vision informed everyone that he would just use F.R.I.D.A.Y. to figure out where they all hid. Clint would be hard to fool, but it was better than flat out cheating.

You had gone on too many missions to think staying still was in your best interest, so whenever you heard Clint’s passing footsteps you made sure to slink away from your current spot to find another. This was the perfect plan, until Nathaniel was caught and decided he would be Assistant Seeker.

You had thought, wrongfully, that none of the Barton gang would betray you, but apparently he was too young to get the memo. Once he had hunted you down, he trailed behind you like a cute, chubby-cheeked hounddog. And once you were cornered in the first unlocked bedroom you could find, Nathaniel ignored your mouthing traitor and started to shout.

“Daddy!” And he continued to blabber on with the sort of rounded drawl only a four year old could have despite your flailing arms and wide eyes.

You really couldn’t have picked a worse room to get caught in, there were next to no hiding spaces aside from under the bed, and there was no way you could fit inside the vent. The only option you had was to run to the attached bathroom and pray the door wasn’t locked. So you did.

And by some miracle it was unlocked. And by another miracle Bucky was in there, wearing nothing but a white towel that wrapped snugly (and lowly, very very lowly) around his hips.

You were still trying to slow your racing heart from just barely closing the door in time to avoid Clint, but now you had a whole new reason for the rapid beat.

Because Bucky, well he looked ripped with all of his combat gear on. Now all he was wearing was steam and the little trickles of water his hair allowed to fall over his skin, and he looked hunkier than ever. It was a good thing you were leaning against the door, too, because there was no way you could stand up all on your own.

“Oh.” You knew you should apologize or toss out your usual witty remark but c'mon, how could anyone be witty when Bucky’s abs were on full display?

“Hi to you too sweetcheeks. Enjoying the view?” He had only sent you a curious gaze before going back to brushing his teeth.

The real question was how could you say yes without making it sound like yes?

“Nope.” Not like that. Bucky spit out his toothpaste and put his toothbrush back before walking over to the door you were guarding.

“Really? ‘Cause your jaw on the floor says something else.” You were sure it did.

“Do you expect me to believe if you’d been the one walking in on me after a shower, you wouldn’t be a little bothered?” There it was, that nervous confidence Bucky brewed in you. He was not helping, however, when he continued to walk towards you. At this point his hand was against the wooden door to your left and he kept getting closer and closer.

Too close for your heartbeat to be kept a secret, surely.

“Are you bothered Y/N?” It was a breath, an airy growl. He was teasing you in the way a cloud teased rain and it wasn’t fair at all.  

“Why don’t you tell me.” Your voice was just as low, and you watched Bucky’s ocean hues glide down to your lips for a moment. You were pressed so far into the door you thought you’d leave a dent, and your skin was burning enough to set fire to the wooden support. Bucky’s minty breath was the only oxygen you could get and the few inches between you was getting smaller and smaller.

And then the door opened and you very literally crashed to the floor, bombarded with cold air and Clint’s laugh and Bucky’s quickly recovered serious face. Like you weren’t a millisecond away from kissing, like there wasn’t anything more than careless flirting beneath your careless flirting.

“At least tell me I’m the last one.” You dropped your head onto the wooden floor and covered your face, trying to rub away the blush you were definitely sporting. Nathaniel hopped up on your stomach and giggled enthusiastically at your downfall.

“Can’t reach Pietro and Lila.” Clint’s grin refused to falter as he took in the scandalous picture Bucky’s nearly naked stature painted. “Sorry for interrupting. Let’s go Nate, there’s too much tension in this room for it to be PG.” Nathaniel crawled off your stomach and trampled after his dad.

So much for that fantasy.

“Nat I swear to god if you accuse me of dating Bucky one more time I will tie you to a boulder and drop you into the ocean.” Your redheaded friend was looking gorgeous as ever behind the bar she usually tended during these parties, but it didn’t matter how nice she looked, she was still getting on your nerves.

Not that you didn’t enjoy the prospect of dating Bucky, he was a very dateable guy. And the thought of having him all to yourself was enough to fuel your daydreams for months, but there was no point in getting your hopes up for something that would never happen. Sure, you almost kissed, but that was in the heat of the moment. The second Clint had walked away it was like Bucky had never been that close in the first place.

“Prove it then. I don’t believe in anything I can’t see with my own eyes.” You were disgruntled enough to do it, though you had no idea what you were going to do until you stomped through the finely-dressed crowd and stepped right up to Bucky.

He looked great too, straight out of an expensive painting or some sort of F Scott Fitzgerald novel with his hair slicked back and a polite smile settled on his lips. You gave him just enough time to recognize you before taking a fist full of his lapels and dragging him down to meet your lips.

The plan had been to kiss him a little, pull away, and stride your way back to Nat. You weren’t quite sure how that was gonna stop her from calling out your feelings, but no one said you were great at making plans.

Regardless, that’s not how it went down. Your lips met and it was like jumping into a lake on the hottest day of the year. Bucky didn’t even bother to resist, he only twisted his body so he could face you, tangled a hand in your cascading hair, and kissed you like you were sure he’d never kissed anyone before.

“What took you so long?” He panted breathlessly when you separated, his palm pulling your jaw carefully closer and his forehead resting against yours. Everyone was staring but it didn’t feel all that important right then - Bucky’s endless blue eyes made sure of that.

Me? Excuse you Mr. Old Fashioned, I thought the guy was supposed to make the first move.” Your tone was much steadier than your pulse seemed to merit, especially with the smirk Bucky was awarding you.

“What do you think I was doing in that bathroom before we were interrupted?” His tone was dangerous at this distance, and you loved it.

“I think if you wanted it enough you’d have kissed me regardless of the door’s position.” You could play at that game too, you could smile just as wicked and make his blood boil just as hot.

“My bad. Mind if I make it up to you now?” Bucky’s arm wound around your waist and pulled you closer, ignoring the wolf whistles and the get some’s from his friends.  When you shook your head he dipped back down and consumed you again, this time savouring every detail of your lips.

Okay so maybe Nat was right, but that wasn’t gonna stop you from throwing her overboard if she kept teasing you.