to say he is a trip would be an understatement

Missed me? || Liam Dunbar (part 2)


“She didn’t say anything about coming with Theo?” Liam growled as stiles and scott tried hard to hold him back from running to the other side of the parking lot where the girl he thought he knew so well stood with the shady boy.

“I told y'all he was into something and now she is too” Stiles exclaimed as they managed to pin Liam against the bus stopping him from attacking.

“We don’t know if there is something shady about them , they might just know each other. You know both being new students nd stuff” Kira said trying to reason with stiles.

“We can torture them int-” Malia’s suggestion was very quickly cut off by almost a roar of disagreement.

Scott sighted looked to where Y/N and Theo previously stood noticing they were both gone now “How about we get to class now, there are gone now anyways”

Stiles looked ready to disagree but after a while nodded picking up his own backpack from the ground. Liam looked over his shoulder one last time to where Y/N stood before quickly walking back to his history class. Y/N was as accepted not there in the history class but when Liam entered his math class , she was right back in the corner. A part of him wanted to walk as far away and sit on the other side as class but it seamed like his legs carried him to the chair beside her.

“Where were you last period?” Liam asked once he sat down on the chair.

“Nowhere , dad” she smirked tearing her eyes from the book and up to him.

His breath caught in his throats when their eyes met , the color he remembered from their young ages. He remembered it like it was burned in his memories forever , the smile that would light up her entire face but most visible around her eyes , small crinkles would appear on the right side under her eyes while a small dimple would appear on her cheek.

“Speaking of not being in class , where did you run of to?” She asked hands crossed over her chest and the smirk still visible on her features.

“The couch wanted something” he explained , tearing his eyes way from her.

“That sounds real” she said turning around returning to her book “ if the couch had being in history class tying to talk people into joining the team”

In the corner of his eyes he sow her smirk growing wilder for each moment and he could himself feel the frustration smell his body was radiating. As he opened his mouth to come up with some lie the teacher walked in cutting the conversation short.

Focusing in that class seamed to be an impossible task form Liam , after Stiles pointed it up he couldn’t help but focus on it. Her scent. It was unlike anything he had ever smelt before , not a werewolf like himself or scott, not a werecayote like Malia and definitely not a kitsune. He wasn’t gonna die , it was distracting, not only the scent but rather the lack of it. Even with the trace of scent of her , there was nothing even slightly suggesting a feeling. She was calm , unlike their young ages where even without wolf powers he could smell the reeking anxiety and sadness from her.

“Mr. Dunbar” the teachers voice woke him up from his daydream to see an empty classroom “ the class is dismissed and in all honestly I doubted that you love algebra so much”

From the corner of his eyes he caught Y/N walking out the class , with a apologetic look at the teacher he stood up from the seat and nearly ran out the door.

“I swear she was just here ” he mumbled to himself before making his way to the lacrosse field.

“Finally Dunbar , thought you forgot about your lacrosse priority like the rest of this team” Couch yelled once Liam ran in the locker room and walked toward the back where stiles and scott stood.

“Did you talk to her?” Stiles asked quietly as Couch starter giving them a lecture.

Liam gave a small glare to stiles before returning to changing into his lacrosse gear “ No and if you want to know her evil master plan talk to her yourself” and with a final glare he made his way to the field followed by Scott.

“Unbelievable ” Stiles mumbled and hurried , tripping over his own legs to follow them.


By the time they had finished practice it had already been dark. Stiles had offered to drive him home but Liam chose to wait for his step dad. He had only been there for a few minutes when he heard a sound from the school. With a last glance at the parking lot , he decide to take a look before his step dad would be there. It would be an understatement saying that the school look scary in the dark but he quickly with the help of scent found his way to the source of sound. Around the corner and he sow y/n standing , her eyes locked at something in front of her.

“uh, what’s going on here?” He asked , his eyes wild once he noticed the body in front of her feet.

She turned around eyes for the face time showing sign of emotion “I promise, he was like that when I got here.”

“…Is he… dead?” Liam quietly questioned , already knowing the answer.

“Well, either that, or he should really get that gaping hole in his chest looked at" She said looking up from body over to Liam with a smile but the fear visible in her eyes.

“Y/N you can’t just stand over a dead body , that’s the fucking janitor. We have to call this in” Liam basically yelled at her pulling out his phone to call the sheriff office.

“Don’t ” she said grabbing his hand that held the phone in hers “its been taken care of”

Liam gives her a questioning look but puts the phone away , before she could pull her hand away , he held them in his “ You are gonna tell me everything. Over a large ham and pineapple pizza”

A smile broke out on her features and she made herself nod a little. They walked out of the school is silence , liam too afraid to ask about anything cause he knew he wouldn’t be able to stop himself.

“Hey , y/ns staying over for dinner ” liam said to his step father stepping into the car as y/n got into the backseat.

“Y/N , that sounds familiar ” Dr. Geyer replied giving the girl a smile in the mirror “I’m guessing you want to order in for dinner?’

’‘Yeah we were thinking pizza” liam saying turning up the music to avoid any further conversation in the car.

a few minuetes later they pulled into the driveway of a big house and both kids got out , Y/N started walking to the from the front door as liam waited in the car for a moment talking to his step dad before him exiting the car and the car driving away.

“ Where did you step dad go?” Y/N asked while Liam slightly struggled to unlock the front door.

“He had to work” liam replied pushing the door open and letting her walk in first.

“It’s nice here ” She said as they started walking up the stairs and too his room “ I gotta say , I liked the old place better”

Liam stopped in his track for a moment before dropping his bag on the bed and turning to face her “ yeah i liked your old place too before it became a crime scene”

She stopped to think for a moment , as if she was considering telling his the truth or not when she finally sighted and shook her head“For what it’s worth, I’m sorry.”

“You killed your entire family” liam replied slightly disturbed by the girl’s lack of emotion.

“…I’m really sorry?” She tried with a questioning voice “ liam listen , I had too and you know tha-”

“You father was an evil bastard , what about your sister? Your mom? They were innocent people Y/N and you know that” he only noticed he was shouting at her when she flinched the slightest and something inside of her looked broken “ I’m..I’-” he started apologizing before he was cut off by the phone ringing. With a last apologetic voice he picked the phone.

“There’s been a murder at school , the janitor. He had been drained of blood and guess what, Y/N backpack was there as well and we looked through, not my ideas but lydias , and liam we were right. The scent , the everything. We know what she is” Stiles rambled on once Liam picked up the phone , he slowly turned around seeing Y/N sitting quietly on the bed looking through an old photo album.

“ yeah mom , i call you if we need anything , i have a friend over now ” he hung up leaving the boy on the other end rather confused.

“Hey you still keep the pizza places number on your refrigerator?” She asked standing up right after he hung up.

“Yeah , you can do the honor to call if you want , I’m just gonna call Lydia about a school assignment ” he said offering her a smile as she nodded leaving the room.

The phone only rang for a few minutes before lydia picket up “ Stiles told me”

“Stiles thinks its something to do with Theo ” lydia explained and Liam could hear stiles voice in the background.

“I found her there, over the body right after the practice” Liam whisper yelled as he could hear her voice downstairs, suddenly his eyes fell on her phone laying on the bed. He knew it was wrong and god he was gonna regret it but he had to check and curiosity took the best of him.

“Liam where is she now” she said over the phone as he heard her yelling something to the others before stiles voice was heard over the line as he most likely took the phone from her “ Liam is she with you now?”

“She is ordering pizza” he said not really listening to what the older boy was talking about as he was going through her text “ all of her recents are to one person”

The line was quit for a few seconds before stiles voice was heard again “ you are going through her phone liam tha-”

“I’ll call you back” he said and threw the phone on the bed beside him as he starte reading the texts between her and one and the only Theo raeken.

“3rd period. Meet me in the parking lot” -Theo

“Police still blames the family on you. Don’t give them any proof, I will take care of dinner” -Theo

He felt a weight being lifted of he shoulder , cause he knew she hadn’t the blame in the murders but what did Theo have to do with this? The thought of her covering something for him almost made Liam sick to the stomach but the relief didnt last for long before he read true last text.

“Dinner served. Janitors closet 6:30”-Theo

“Curiosity killed the cat” Y/N voice made him drop the phone and turn around seeing her leaning against the door frame.

“You lied , you said you had no idea what happened to the janitor” he said standing up from the bed , the IED getting the best of him.

“Calm down wolfie , it’s not like you’ve told me everything” She smirked taking a step forward and they were almost face to face now before she dropped her gaze to the photo album. His eyes followed her seeing that her cocky smirk was gone , replaced by a smile sad smile.

He follows her eyes to the album both looking at the last picture of them “How did you find out? ”

“I’ve picked up a few things along the years” She said with a shadow of a smile sitting down on the bed picking up the album.

“so you are one of us?” He asked , his back turned on her and his voice quite.

“I can assure you I have a shit time once a month as well but that is for complete different reasons” she said with a slight chuckle but the laughter died down quickly “ Do you remember this day?”

The boy finally turned around standing in silence in a few seconds before sitting down beside her looking at the picture that had previously caught both their attentions “ We took this a week before you…left” he replied being rather careful with his choice of word “ I gave you one of those dollar necklaces and we promised we would always be there for each other and we planned out future”

“Liam-” she mumbled before being cut by him.

“That’s the girl I knew , that is my best friend” Liam continued.

“You have no right to say that” she said standing up dropping the album simultaneously “I am this way cause I needed to survive , you have no idea what it’s like when everyone blames you for everything , where your dad buried all his anger in booze and would beat the crap out of daily , when everyone blames you for the death of your mother and sister, none of you were there I tried doing something but when I came down stairs he… he I could stop hi-”

“Him?” Liam questioned standing up from the bed as she calmed down eyes wild in terror of what she said.

“I should go” she said grabbing her stuff running out before he could react.

He was right , she was innocent. Well atleast when it came to the murder of her family.

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Tongue Tied || Peter Parker x Reader

I was supposed to write a drabble for Tsukishima for my DeviantArt page, but lost the muse to do so. here, have another peter parker x reader that no one asked for (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧

I’m writing this in celebration of finally reaching 400 followers!!! ;w; this means so much to me ahhhh and I’m super excited!!

so to celebrate, I’m writing this story, which was inspired by ranma ½ where the doctor character loses his shit whenever the girl he’s in love with is close to him.

**I apologize for any grammatical errors since this was all written on my phone. When it’s posted then I’ll make sure to edit it a few more times just in case!**

warnings: none, just a really clumsy Peter Parker.

word count: 3,300+

**don’t plagiarize/repost this story. Reblogs are fine!


Little did Peter know, just about everyone in his class was out to get him.

Now, it came as no surprise that Peter Parker wasn’t too poised even on his best days, but his clumsiness seemed to enhance by a tenfold whenever she was around.

[Full Name], a girl who seemed to blend in with just about any clique because of how kind and easy she was to talk to. The girl was not too popular nor much of a loner, she was just there.

But her presence was enough to turn Peter into a bumbling and tongue tied idiot. Many of the students who attended Midtown High could not find (or see) a reason why this Parker kid was so smitten with [Name]. All they knew was that watching Peter trying to communicate with the girl was hilarious.

Because of how his brain seemed to turn to mush around her, everyone who shared a class with both Peter and [Name] had conspired together to force the two of them together for the remainder of the year. They had no idea of the consequences, and was honestly just looking for a good laugh.

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I Think I’m Falling

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: You and Tom have spent most of your time together hooking up, until one night, you didn’t.

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings: Alcohol use, mentions of sex

Originally posted by stallingdemons

Your relationship with Tom was… odd to say the least. 

You had met one night through mutual friends at a house party and immediately clicked. You had caught his eye from the drink table and he just knew he had to talk to you.

And so he did. You talked about anything and everything for hours that night, which inevitably turned into hooking up with him and having one of the greatest nights of your life.  

Although there was an obvious spark, the two of you had known that a relationship just wasn’t going to work. Between his busy work schedule and your own work schedule, it just couldn’t happen. But that didn’t keep you away from each other, not at all. 

After that night, the talking slowly faded into just sex. The two of you craved each other so much, you’d just decided to skip the talking and get right to what you both really wanted. 

It became a reoccurring thing. He’d be in town, text you and you’d meet up only to end the night in sex and then go off to your separate lives. 

The two of you dreaded the saying but this was definitely a friend with benefits situation.

You sighed, staring at Tom’s contact name in your phone, debating if you should call him or not. If you were being honest with yourself, you really just wanted to hear his voice. 

As if he’d read your mind from across the ocean, your screen lit up with an incoming call from him. “Hello?” You spoke casually into the phone. Trying to hide that fact that you were just pining over calling him. 

“Hey.” He responds, his voice low and raspy making your heart jump in your chest. 

“What’s up, Tom?”

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nsfw prompt list #16 and #40

Requested by a lovely anon!

#16: “Don’t make a sound, or I’ll make you want to scream even louder.”

#40: “Don’t cover your face. I want to see you.”

Lol this was supposed to be a drabble but I got carried away and I’m not sorry about it. I love these feel free to send me them whenever!

You stared at yourself in the mirror, pretty proud of what you saw. Tony was throwing a huge party in honor of the success of the team’s latest mission: a month-long trip to infiltrate a hidden Hydra base in Paris. It had been a long, strenuous, dangerous trip, and everyone was beyond grateful to be done. You hadn’t really felt like yourself in a while; your mission clothes got old really fast. Perhaps the most annoying part of it all was that Bucky hadn’t been on the trip with you.

He and Steve had taken another mission a few days before you were set to leave with the rest of the team, meaning you hadn’t seen each other in a month. You’d gotten back to the Tower pretty late last night, and by the time you’d woken up this morning, he was already gone and out on another mission with Steve. Saying you were desperate for his company would be an understatement. Luckily for the both of you, he’d be at the party tonight.

A knock at your door pulled you out of your thoughts and you practically ran to answer it. You opened the door to find Bucky waiting for you dressed in a white button down and black slacks, something different from his usual black athletic attire. His hair was slicked back and away from his face, and he’d shaved recently. You smiled, launching yourself at him.

“I missed you,” you cooed, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck.

Bucky chuckled into your skin, pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

“I missed you too, baby,” he hummed.

His fingers played with the thin fabric of your dress and you pulled away to smile cheekily at him. You’d bought the dress while you were in France, knowing that at some point you’d be able to wear it and drive your boyfriend up a wall. It was a maroon-colored silk wrap dress that just barely reached your knees, held together by thin spaghetti straps. It fit close to your body, and you knew that as soon as Bucky saw you in it, he’d want to rip it off of you.

“Is this new?” he mumbled, pressing soft kisses to your neck.

You nodded.

“I bought it in Paris, for you.”

He smiled against you.

“Well if you bought it for me, kitten, why are you wearing it for everyone else to see?”

He pulled away to look at you, blue eyes blazing. You bit your lip.

“I like it when you’re frustrated.”

Bucky smiled, and took your hand in his.

“You’ve got me right where you want me then, doll,” he whispered, and led you toward the elevator.

You sat at a table surrounded by all of your friends, laughing at some terrible joke Sam had just made about Vision’s inability to cook. The party had been fun, for the most part, but you were pretty bored and figured your time could be better spent elsewhere. You fought back a yawn and lifted your wine glass to your lips, taking a sip.

“You tired, baby?” Bucky asked, whispering only to you.

You shook your head.

“Not tired, just bored.”

He nodded, placing a hand on your thigh. You smirked into your drink, knowing Bucky wouldn’t be bold enough to try anything while you were both in front of your friends. You were wrong.

“Hey Y/N, how’s that ankle doing?” Nat asked, referring to really bad fall you took toward the tail end of the mission.

You’d limped for a solid week before you were finally able to put equal weight back on your feet and get back into the field. Tony had kept you busy researching in the meantime.

“Oh it’s fine Nat, I just, ah—”

You bit your lip as Bucky’s hand slipped underneath your dress to brush against your panties. Nat frowned.

“Y/N? You okay?”

“Y-Yeah, fine,” you muttered, glancing at Bucky out of the corner of your eye.

He simply shrugged and leaned forward to press a kiss to your temple, slipping his fingers inside of your panties at the same time. You brought your wine glass up to your lips and took a big sip to steel yourself as Bucky’s fingers found your clit, lightly touching the sensitive nub. Bucky began to move his fingers slowly, not enough pressure to get you where you wanted to be. You sighed.

“You might want to slow down on that wine, Y/N,” Sam teased. “You’re looking a little flushed.”

Bucky’s fingers pressed harder to your clit, making you laugh louder to cover up a moan. Bucky kissed your ear this time, slipping one of his fingers inside of you.

“Fuck,” you whimpered, careful to keep quiet.

Apparently you weren’t quiet enough. Bucky’s teeth bit down softly on the shell of your ear.

Don’t make a sound, or I’ll make you want to scream even louder. Do you understand me?”

You nodded, biting your lip.

“Good girl,” Bucky whispered, and added another finger.

He leaned back into his seat, looking at the rest of your friends to make sure that no one had noticed what the two of you were up to. You gripped his arm to hold his fingers there, just in case he had any ideas about pulling away and leaving you to deal with yourself until he was ready to. Bucky’s thumb brushed against your clit, and you leaned over to bury your face in his shoulder. You were going to come any moment now, and he knew it.

Don’t cover your face. I want to see you,” Bucky whispered.

Your head shot up to meet his bright eyes. He was biting his lip, watching you come undone as his fingers worked you faster. To anyone else, it probably looked like you two were having your own sweet little moment, lost in each other’s eyes. You whined in the back of your throat as your fingers clenched around Bucky, making him smile.

“That’s it, kitten, come all over my fingers,” he cooed, coaxing you to your orgasm.

Your head fell against his shoulder as he moved his thumb faster against you and brought you to your release. Your breathing was ragged as you sagged against him and came down from your high. Bucky pressed a kiss to your hair as he slid his fingers out of you.

“Thank you, baby,” he whispered.

You lifted your head to see him smiling down at you.

“What do you say we get out of here?”

This one is for @eatmyarse. Hope I’ve done your prompt request justice. Also tagging my friend @princessbec24 who helped me with the plot.

Feysand: Are you wearing my shirt?

To say that Rhysand, High Lord of the Night Court and the most powerful High Fae in all of history, was wasted would be an understatement. Rhys was beyond claiming any sobriety for a good few hours, and that would be with copious amounts of food and water to soak up and dilute the alcohol in his system.

He and his High Lady had taken a trip together. They were in some remote part of the Night Court at a retreat high up in the mountains where guests were left almost entirely to their own devices unless they came looking for something. Leaving Mor and Amren in charge they had packed a few things and left. Most of what they had packed was alcohol and sadly that had depleted and unfortunately they had not packed much in the way of clothes. Rhysand assumed that he would just summon what he needed but in his inebriated state he was scared as to what might appear. 

And right now he was in desperate need of a shirt.

Feyre had demanded food, she had tired of all the drinking and now insisted she was starving. To get the food one of them would need to go to the restaurant down stairs and order. He dare not use his magic to send a message to the restaurant as he may be more likely to drop a piano on them rather than I piece of paper. The dilemma Rhys had was that Feyre had taken his shirt and refused to give it back until she had eaten and he could not go down to the restaurant shirtless. Rhys was lying on the floor of the living room contemplating what to do. He had already considered the couch cushion and the table cloth that would hardly even make a cape. Then he spied it. 

There, flung on the breakfast counter was Feyre’s shirt. He had magicked his wings away a few hours ago to prevent him from knocking over the fixtures and decorations in the room, so if Feyre’s shirt was stretchy he may indeed be able to use it. Rhys stood and stumbled on the edge of the couch, almost face planting it, and after a few more unsteady steps he was there. He let out a whoop of triumph when he felt the material, it was loose fitting on Feyre to begin with but it was soft and had a decent amount of stretch in it. He slipped it over his head a put his arms through where they needed to be. 

Rhys pulled it down, and pulled it down again, and tried one last time but it still refused to sit past his belly button. Looking down Rhys rubbed his face with his hand. Feyre did not share his taste is fashion. Or more frankly his taste in black. This shirt was at least plain but it was an elegant shade of pink, because everything about Feyre was elegant. Taking a steadying breath to brave himself moved towards the the door. 


Elissa worked at the greeting desk of the restaurant, the guests hardly ever used it but they still offered it as one of their services. Most of the guests here took care of their food needs themselves as they often came here for a private getaway. But nothing could have prepared for the sight she saw before her now. 

The High Lord of the Night Court stumbled down the last few steps, clearly drunk. But that’s not what made her eyes widen. He was wearing a ridiculously small pink shirt. The lower part of his stomach was exposed and she was not sure how long the shirt was going to last stretched over his chest and shoulders like that. Looking around he squinted a little, clearly searching for something. He gave her a lopsided smile when he spied the counter she stood at. 

It seemed to take a lifetime for him to reach her and Elissa tried her hardest not to laugh outright at her High Lord. 

“Mmmm evening,” Rhysand said leaning on the counter for support.

“Good evening High Lord, what can I do for you?” Elissa asked with a pleasant smile. 

With his thumb and forefinger the High Lord rubbed his eyes, “Our High Lady has requested food.” 

Silence stretched a little awkwardly between them but Elissa had dealt with plenty of intoxicated guests before so she took the initiative and passed him a menu. “Is there anything in particular you would like to request?” 

The High Lord took it and squinted at the words, he shrugged a little and his shirt rolled up another two inches. Elissa had to cover her mouth when she saw him actually to turn the menu upside down in an attempt to read it better. 

“How about I choose some things for you. I can assure they are all delicious.” 

“Yes thanks,” Rhysand replied, fumbling the menu as he handed it back. Then he lent on the counter but a little unevenly and almost fell. 

“I could send it to your room if you like,” Elissa suggested. 

“That would be fantastic.” Rhysand gave her a two fingered salute and started his trek back up the stairs. 


The High Lady of the Night Court was not sober.

Feyre was sprawled on the couch wearing her mates’s shirt waiting for him to return. She was much more sober than he was, she had been switching out some of her drinks with water and since a lot of what they were drinking was clear alcohol it wasn’t hard to do. Watching her ‘always so perfect and put together mate’ spiral into a sloppy mess entertained her to no end. The shirt game may have been too far though. She had expected a little more protesting, maybe some bargaining. Actually she had been counting on the bargaining. But instead he had just left. 

The door handle rattled and Feyre sat up, her head spinning a little. Then Rhys walked through the door and Feyre just about fell off the couch.

“Are you wearing my shirt?” 

Rhys looked down and gave the hem of her shirt a tug, “What do you think, Feyre darling, is pink my colour?” 

Feyre cracked. She laughed so hard she snorted, more than once, then those were followed by a series of giggle fits that happened every time she tried to compose herself. Then the tears started. 

“I’ve ordered the food you demanded,” Rhys said as he approached and Feyre watched as her shirt threatened to rip with every movement of muscle. It took all of Feyre’s drunk resolve not to snort again. “Can I have my shirt back now?”

“Rhys,” Feyre fought to keep her giggling to a minimum, “the deal was you get it back after we’ve eaten.”

He flopped on the couch beside her and attempted to give her one of his feline grins, but with that shirt on there was no way Feyre could take him seriously. So she manoeuvred her way to his lap and kissed him. She broke the kiss and smiled at the way Rhys frowned in disappointment.

“In the meantime though, while we wait for this food, I think I might take my shirt back.”

Auston Matthews Part 2: February

Originally posted by tysbarrie

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Warnings: slight mention of anxiety

Word Count: 2649

It had been nearly a month since you were reunited with Auston. Logan was finally going to meet the Matthews family on a week long trip to Arizona. Every other day Auston would FaceTime you to be kept updated on Logan. If he called early enough, Logan got to talk to him and show him his toys or talk about his day. To say you were nervous about the Arizona trip was an understatement. You were ecstatic for Logan to meet the whole family but you didn’t know how the family felt about your 3-year long decision to keep them in the dark. Your mind also was asking yourself if it was even a good idea to be spending an entire week with Auston since you aren’t too sure on where you both stand.

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YAY REQUESTS! Could you write a spence x reader where the reader is a badass, and introduces spencer to her friends which makes him really nervous about their relationship since he’s such an adorable lil geek? THANK YOU ILY  -Anon

Pairing: Reid x Reader

Word Count: 1929

Warnings: none really

A/N: I kept most of the requests from the old blog and will be doing them here. I have been working on this one for a while and since school is over, now i have some time to myself to write. I hope you guys like this, and share it with your friends :)

Originally posted by jeichanhaka

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#2: “Please don’t tell me you’ve shaved off my eyebrows.”

You were focusing on the book in your lap when you heard a groan from the bathroom. You looked up to find your fiancé already looking back at you. Harry was leaning on the door frame with his hand resting on his cheek. “Love? Do you mind lending me a hand?”

Anyone who had the pleasure of meeting Harry would know that he was the biggest klutz in the history of the world. Somehow Harry managed to trip over his own feet or accidentally knock over an entire tower of cupcakes (You still don’t know if your sister ever forgave him for doing that on her birthday). Harry was the definition of uncoordinated but to you? You found it one of the many things you adored about him.

When Louis visited yours and Harry’s newly built house, he had the brilliant idea to take advantage of the beautiful oak tree that was in the backyard. To say things went terribly wrong would be an understatement.

Louis let out a whistle as he knocked on the tree. “Wow. Good call on planting the tree, mate.” Harry nodded his head from beside you. “Yeah. I figured it gives an extra sense of privacy since it’s so big. It’s pretty much blocking the whole house.”

Louis nodded his head as he took a step back. “If I was ten years younger I would be climbing this tree so quickly.” He turned and gave a smile towards you and Harry. “Just imagine how much fun your future kids are going to have with it. Can hang a swing from the branch. Could even build a treehouse.” You leaned your head against Harry’s shoulder as your cheeks blushed. Harry let out a small chuckle as he wrapped his arm around you.

“You know what? Fuck it! I wanna see the view from the top” Louis announced as he started hoisting himself up the tree. Harry’s body perked up. “Let me have a go on it!” Harry agreed. You shook your head as you grabbed Harry’s hand. “Babe, I don’t think it’s a great idea. What if you fall?”

Harry pulled his hand away from you and gave you a reassuring smile. He placed a kiss on your cheek before walking towards the tree. “I will not. I’ll be fine.”

Harry broke his arm.

That meant he had to wear a cast where his entire arm was covered, his fingers sticking out of it. What made matters worse was it was on his dominant side, which meant easy daily tasks was a bit of a struggle for Harry. One thing Harry had to do daily was shave or else the hair along his jaw would get patchy. Since he’s just been relaxing at home, he never felt the need to shave. You didn’t mind. It just tickled whenever Harry had his head in between your-

“I have to shave since I have the premier tomorrow. But I’m having some trouble. Do you mind helping, love?” Harry asked. You shook your head before you put your book down on the night stand table. “Of course, H.”

You walked over to the bathroom to see Harry laid everything that you would need out: shaving cream, a towel, and of course the razor. Harry pecked you lips before he sat down on the closed lid of the toilet. You took the shaving cream and pumped a fair amount before you turned to Harry and ran it across his cheeks and underneath his nose. The whole time Harry was making the most ridiculous faces, earning a smile from you. You grabbed the razor and pointed it towards him. “You better stop before I accidentally cut you.” Harry chuckled as he raised up his hands in defense. “Sorry, love.”

You giggled before you carefully started to shave Harry’s face. It was quiet in the bathroom. You were trying to focus while Harry was looking up at you. He just couldn’t believe someone as beautiful as you agreed to marry someone like him. Whatever the reason, he wasn’t going to question it.

You took your time shaving Harry’s face. You wanted to make sure you got every hair and made sure you didn’t hurt him. You bit your bottom lip in concentration before your eyes glanced at Harry’s. Harry smiled up at you. “Please don’t tell me you’ve shaved off my eyebrows” Harry said quietly. You let out a small chuckle and shook your head no. “Course not. That would mean I would have to draw them on for you each time we want to go out” you remarked just as quietly. You went back to running the razor across Harry’s jaw when suddenly he said, “I love you.”

You smiled before you leaned down and gave him a small kiss. “I love you.”

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Newt Scamander X Reader – Only Friend Part 1 of 3

Description – The reader meets Newt in their first year at Hogwarts and their friendship goes through the years at school.

A/N – I was up at 5AM with this in my head and I finished it at 10AM but then I had to go to work so I couldn’t upload it till now. 8 pages long, so proud. I’m thinking of doing a part 2 with the ball itself, what do y’all think?

Warnings – None.

Rating – T

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First Year

Your heavy bag weighed you down as you pelted down yet another identical hallway to your next Charms class. If you didn’t hurry, then you would most certainly be late once again and that was something that you really couldn’t afford right now. You constantly tried to be a good student but with all the moving staircases, trick doors, and such, it really didn’t take much to disorient a clumsy student such as yourself.

As time marched forward, you pressed on, struggling to keep pace as you ran out of breath. It was when you ran around a corner that you slammed into another student. Both his books and yours skidded across the stone floor.

“S-sorry.” The boy stuttered, hurrying to reach his scattered notes with shaking hands.

“No, it was my fault, I’m sorry.” You apologised, helping gather everything up, no longer caring if you were late to your lesson; you had always been raised to believe that if you created a mess then you should stop and help fix it.

The boy couldn’t find the words to respond. Nobody had ever apologised to him before, mainly because they all found him to be weird. It surely meant that you didn’t know who he was then because no one in their right mind would apologise to the “Freak of Hogwarts” Newt Scamander.

You looked down to his books, the main titles were ones such as, “The Heroism of Killing a Creature” by Vladimir Greystock, “The Only Uses of Animal Parts” by Henrietta Bagmiles, and “The Trapping of Magical Creatures” by Elie & Brunhilda Gardham.

“Jeez, that’s a lotta books about killing creatures. Why do you want to hunt them so badly?”

Newt was taken aback by the question, it meant that unlike the other students, you really didn’t know who he was or about his interest in preserving the lives of magical creatures, “I- I don’t. I-it’s just that the material on magical c-creatures is somewhat sparse and the only people who know w-where they are do so b-because they h-hunt them. I-I-I’m going to change that.”

It was only after the bold statement that Newt lost his little confidence again, he was awaiting the taunting laughter, name calling, or some other such manner of teasing; perhaps a hex or jelly-legs jinx of some form.

“Wow,” you beamed a toothy grin, “That’s really cool. I’m (Y/N).”

You stuck out your hand, Newt recoiled momentarily, wary of some new form of prank. You waited patiently and after about a minute he gently grasped your hand, you shook it heartily. For a fleeting second Newt dared to look you in the eye, he was astounded when he found your gaze to hold no malice or contempt, just genuine happiness that he had shook your hand.

“So, do you have a name or am I stuck to calling you new friend?”


“Yep, we shook on it, didn’t we?”

“R-right. I’m Newt Scamander.”

“Newt? That’s a funny name.”


“Yeah, I like it though. Muggles don’t have names like that, but I’m finding that a lot of witches and wizards have great names like that.”

“You’re muggle-born?”

You nodded, unashamed, despite some of the mean comments you had received due to your heritage; it seemed that you were one of only a small handful of muggle students, perhaps that would one day change.

“It’s okay though,” You beamed with pride, “because I’m in Hufflepuff and they haven’t had much to say about it. Hey, check out your tie, I guess you’re in Hufflepuff too. How come I haven’t seen you in the common room before?”

“Oh, I um, I usually spend time in the l-library. S-so who bullies you? Is it the S-slytherins?”

“Hmm, no, not in particular. It’s mostly Gryffindors, I guess all that bravery gives them something to hide behind. We’ll see how they hide from a good hit in the nose though, see ‘em try to magic their way out of that. Say, are we going to just sit on the floor and talk or are we going to head somewhere comfier? How about the common room?”

Newt swallowed, he had never had a friend, not even one in his own house. If you were truly his friend then surely, he could confide something, albeit something small, other things would come later, “I don’t f-find the common room to be all that c-comfortable.”

“Oh… Well how about the owlery? Since you like animals so much. I’d say the paddock but I’m not supposed to be seen right now, seeing how I’m accidentally missing class right now, never mind though. Better to ask forgiveness than permission.”

“Okay… The owlery then.”

Second Year

It had taken almost an entire year but Newt finally stopped stuttering around you. Mostly. To say he had a small crush on you would be an understatement. He adored the way you listened to all his ramblings, even when they just tapered off into a comfortable silence. Then there was the way you always remained loyal to him despite what the others told you about his strange ways, although he wished you weren’t so confrontational about it. Once someone had cursed him with a spell that made him trip into the mud whenever he tried to walk. By the time you found him, there was quite a crowd gathered and you had received a detention for punching the boy who had done it as well as throwing his wand into the lake; it took the teaches quite the effort to convince the merpeople to give it back. Another thing that added to Newt’s adoration of you was the many times you’d covered for him with the other teachers; Newt would often wander into the Forbidden Forest until the late hours of the night, it was at these times that you would create some excuse of where he really was or what he was doing.

As a way of thanks, Newt had taken you to the Forbidden Forest more than once to show you some of the creatures he had met. On occasion, you would help him build nests for the various unusual creatures that inhabited it. You even sometimes helped write notes on the creatures’ behaviours and lifestyles.

Newt couldn’t tell you his feelings of course. If he did that would surely be the end of him. He expected that a hole would appear on the ground to swallow him up; after all, stranger things had been known to happen.

“Newt?” You approached him in the owlery, disrupting his many wonderings.

“(Y/N)!” He squeaked, falling off the wall he had been perched on.

You snickered, offering a hand to help your fallen comrade.

“W-what are you doing here?”

“I looked for you in the paddock but you weren’t there so I rushed over here instead.”


“Because you’re my friend and today’s super important.”

“It is?”

You eyed up Newt incredulously, “Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten.”

“Forgotten what?”

You shook your head in disbelief, then pulled a card out of your cloak, “Happy Birthday Newt.” You rejoiced loudly, sending a couple of the owls into a panicked frenzy.

Fresh tears hit the back of Newt’s eyes as he took the card with tentative hands. He never made much of a fuss on his birthday since nobody else did, you on the other hand had been planning the day for months, awaiting it with eager anticipation.

“Come on, open it, open it, open it.” You bounced up and down on the spot.

Newt did and found a card with a Beagle puppy in a party hat with a colourful ‘Happy Birthday’ at the top. The inside had a crudely drawn stick figure with the word ‘Bowtruckle’ written next to it, followed by lots of X’s.

“(Y/N)…” Newt was almost speechless. “It’s lovely, thank you. I-I think it’s broken though, the- the pictures aren’t moving.”

“Oh, yeah, that’s supposed to be like that. Muggle cards don’t move.”

“Oh, right.” Sometimes Newt tended to forget that you were muggle born, “Hey um, what are the X’s?”

“They’re kisses, silly.”


“Yep,” You continued, oblivious to the Newt’s growing panic, as well as the red spreading over his cheeks that wildly contrasted his ashy brown hair, “We put them in our cards when we’re friends or family with people. Don’t wizards do that?”

“I-I-I’m not entirely sure. I d-don’t often s-send cards.”

“Hey, you’re stuttering, are you okay? Oh, are you unwell?”

You placed your hand on Newt’s forehead. He backed up as far as he could against the wall, leaning as far as he could. “Come on Newt, stay still, you’re too tall for me to reach up there.” You pandered, “If you’re unwell it’s okay, we can go to the hospital wing.”

“I-I’m fine, I just liked the card, that’s all.” Newt’s voice was still fairly squeaky until you relented and backed off, giving him some room to breathe.

“Alright. Oh, I need to give you your gift.”

“Y-you got me a gift?”

“Of course I did, now close your eyes, I left it at the bottom of the stairs so you wouldn’t see it.”

Newt did as ordered while you hefted his gift up the spiral staircase. You set the gift down in front of him with a light thud. “I uh, couldn’t find anything to wrap it in,” You stated, “but you can open your eyes now.”

Once again, Newt followed your instruction. In front of him sat a brown suitcase. He reached out for it delicately, stroking the smooth leather in awe, “(Y/N), it’s beautiful.”

While Newt truly did find it to be the best thing he had ever received, he would have said the same thing about any item presented to him by you, even if it were just a leaf you liked; any gift from you was sure to be precious.

“That’s not the best part.” You twitched excitedly. “It’s enchanted, you can climb in it and everything. Not sure why you would, but you never know. It’s so you can travel like you wanted. I know you can’t really use it now but when you’re older you can go everywhere and have enough room to keep, like an entire house in there. There’s even a muggle mode so they won’t catch on.”

Newt looked up to you guiltily, “(Y/N)… Those kinds of enchantments don’t come cheap… How much did you-”

“Not another word Scamander, this is my gift to you – no returns or exchanges. The cost doesn’t matter.” You folded your arms to show that you meant it. It truly didn’t matter that you’d saved up for the better part of a year to buy him the gift, your logic being that you didn’t have any other friends to buy for since they avoided you because of Newt.

“Thank you (Y/N), thank you.”

Newt wanted to hug you for the thoughtful gift, instead he reached out, unsure of what to do, pulled back his hand temporarily, then settled for patting your shoulder awkwardly. You smiled brightly, as far as you were concerned Newt had practically jumped on you in his own way; any form of contact was his very own, anxious way of showing affection.

Third Year

Newt searched the castle grounds frantically for you. He had heard about a particularly rough interaction between you and another student over your muggle heritage and although the stories of what had happened changed between each passing student, one thing was for sure, you hadn’t come out on top.

“Excuse me. Pardon me. Please let me through.” Newt rushed past the milling students, searching over the tops of their heads in the hope of finding the merest glimpse of you.

“Oy, creature lover, looking for that filthy excuse of a date you have?” A Slytherin heckled, much to the delight of several other students.

Newt froze in front of the Slytherin, wishing that he could be braver or even simply look the other student in the eye, “(S)he’s not my- Never mind… W-where i-is (s)he?”

The student sneered, proceeding to take the mick out of Newt’s stutter, “T-t-try the b-b-b-broom closet where all the l-l-losers b-b-belong.”

Newt rushed to the nearest broom closet where he could hear you whimpering from within. The throng of students had since dispersed, each heading to their own classes.

“(Y/N), is that you in there?” Newt called through the door.

“Go away.” You yelled through a muffled sob.

“(Y/N), please come out. At least tell me what happened, please? I promise there’s no one else here, it’s just me.”

“No. Go away Newt. I don’t want to talk.”

“I’m not leaving (Y/N), not until you tell me what happened.”

There was a long pause before you answered. “I lied to you.”

“About what?”

“Every time I said it didn’t hurt when I got called names. Why does it even matter what my parents are? WHY DOES EVERYONE HATE MUGGLES?”

“… I don’t hate muggles. In fact, I think muggles are wonderful. (Y/N), I’ve seen you fight your way through three years of this, whatever’s happened now can’t be too bad really can it. Now come on, come out here.”

“I’m not coming out.”

“Then let me in.” The words came out as a frantic plea.

There was no sound for what felt to Newt like an eternity, during which he feared he had lost you. Then, much to his relief, he heard the latch click open. When Newt entered, he slammed the door behind him, locking it as promised. The second he saw your face he knew the reason you were so upset. Words such as ‘freak’, ‘pathetic’, ‘worthless’, and worst of all ‘mudblood’ were scrawled over every inch of your face with a scabbing spell; the resulting scabs leaving trails of blood mixed with tears down your previously smooth skin.

“Oh (Y/N).” Newt whispered, reaching out cautiously.

The gentle tone of his voice brought on a fresh bout of tears, you collapsed into his arms. Newt held you tightly against him, slowly lowering himself and you to the floor while you wept. For once in his life, Newt never had to wonder what to do or how to do it, the time spent with his animals had taught him to gently stroke your hair and whisper soothingly.

It was after that day that you allowed yourself to be more vulnerable around Newt, so long as it was just him. In those moments, Newt was always a natural at calming you down and cheering you up with various random facts.

Fourth Year

When the fourth year rolled in, the school announced that the fourth years and above would be taking part in a Christmas Ball.

Ever since the announcement students had flocked to their sweethearts to ask them out and in truth you yourself had received a few surprising invites; each of which you’d turned down in the hopes that Newt would ask you.

Newt had spent endless nights pacing around the empty common room thinking of ways he could ask you to the ball without stuttering or messing the thing up entirely. Should he ask you as a friend even though he wanted to be so much more? If he asked you would he be too scared to dance, to touch you? Would you kiss him? Would you punch him? Could he be bold? Was it wrong to ask by owl? There were simply too many unforeseen possibilities, too many questions. As such, he left it, convincing himself that he would ask you the next time he saw you; it was always ‘next time.’

The days rolled by, turning into weeks. Most students already had their dates, outfits, and entire evenings planned out and you were still alone, hanging your hopes on Newt. You had long since caught onto his crush on you, he was hardly subtle about it, and from your long time spent with him you definitely had feelings for him in return.

One week away from the ball you were lying awake in your dormitory when you heard a crash from the common room, followed by a muffled “Bugger.” You grinned, getting up from bed to find Newt; it was honestly a miracle that he hadn’t woke any of the other students or if he had then they didn’t care enough to check out the source of the sound.

When you reached the common room, you saw that Newt had tripped over one of the many throw pillows left by the other students.

“Lumos.” You whispered, summoning a bright light from your wand.

Newt shifted backwards, tripping into a yellow beanbag with a mumbled “Oh dear.”

“Newt, calm down, it’s just me.”

“(Y/N)? Oh, thank God, I thought I was going to get in trouble for being out past curfew.”

“Yeah well… Hang on, what happened to your shirt? Jeez Newt, you’re bleeding. Give me a sec.”

You cast your wand around the room, lighting the candles and bringing light the room once more. Upon closer inspection, you saw that Newt’s hair was dishevelled, he was covered in dried mud, and that three large gashes ran from his neck to his stomach; fortunately, they weren’t too deep.

You sighed despondently. During your years with Newt, you had become handy with medicinal magic, learning it after you’d seen his other injuries. Some had left scars where you had been too inexperienced or had done a quick patch job but more often than not you had healed him to perfection.

“Alright,” you nodded, “Take off your shirt, let me see what I’m working with here.”

Newt turned crimson, averting his gaze from you. Although you had seen it all before he still got embarrassed every time you had to treat one of his injuries; mainly because it usually involved him removing an article of clothing. Nevertheless, he did as instructed, removing his tattered shirt and getting up to sit on the desk chair where you usually treated him.

“How’d it happen this time?” you asked, stroking lightly at the edge of the first scratch with your thumb to see how deep it truly was.

“Just found out that you need to bow to a hippogriff first. Didn’t get away in time.” Newt muttered in response.

“Ah, I see. Was it Jerry?” You summoned a sponge and water from across the room to clean the wound before healing it.

“J-Jerry?” Newt stuttered, trying not to focus on the shivers your warm touch brought.

“Black one with white tips, when we were watching them I named her Jerry.”

“N-no. I-it was the g-g-grey one with s-speckles.”

“Ah, that would be Wilson. Hmm?” You grunted.

“What is it? What’s wrong?”

“I could use Terago to stop any further bleeding but healing this is tricky, maybe if I combine it with… Yes, that should do it.”

You pointed your wand to the injury, “Terago,” the remaining blood cleared away, “Episkey. Reparifors.”

As suspected, the three spells combined worked to a positive effect, leaving only sore red marks where the gashes had been.

“Alrighty then,” you grinned proudly, “you are good to go Mr Scamander.”

“(Y/N) wait,” Newt shot up off the chair, finally ready to ask you the question that had been weighing on him for weeks. “I know a few people have already a-asked you but i-if you h-haven’t answered them yet then m-maybe y-you could t-tell me, w-would you p-please… um, would y-you uh… lend me y-your potions homework.” He finished lamely, mentally cursing himself for being such a cowardly fool.

You released the breath you’d been holding, shaking your head with a weak smile; clearly you were going to have to take the upper hand. “Sure. By the way, I have something to ask you.”

“What?” he sighed dejectedly, still disappointed in his failure.

“Would you like to go to the Christmas Ball with me?”

“What?! No!”

You raised your eyebrows, “No?”

“Not no. I mean yes but… Oh God I ruined it. I was supposed to ask you and then you did and this is all my fault. I couldn’t just get the courage to ask you because then it would have been perfect and everything would have been-”

You could have watched Newt babble the night away but you decided to end his suffering quickly, “Newt, sweetie, calm down. It really doesn’t matter who asks who, does it?”

“Well… No, I suppose not.”

“So? Is it a yes?”

Newt reached out to hug you, barely hesitating at all now, “Yes.”


A/n- The next part of Long Lost Sister.

Series Summary- Sam and Dean meet their sister, Adam’s twin, on a hunt and things don’t go all that smoothly at first. The series follows the brothers as they struggle to connect with their new sister and the trials of being a Winchester. 

Disclaimer- I don’t own the Supernatural universe or the images/gifs used, they were found on Google.

*Let me know if you want to be tagged in any of my future works*

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To say the upcoming weeks were tense would be an understatement. Dean wouldn’t let it be, at every turn he was trying to find a way of convincing Sam to let him take over the trials. Sam, for his part, was standing firm on his decision to complete them and all of it was all stressing Y/n out. There hadn’t been any big changes in his health, but Y/n was still worried. Not to mention she hated keeping it all from Dean. And things only got worse during their trip to Saint Louis.  

Dean had finally come back with everything they needed for the spell, “You know that we’ve never actually seen this witch-killing spell of Bobby’s work, right? I mean, this is not a sure thing.”

Sam and Y/n looked up from their computers sharing confused looks. Y/n cleared her throat, “I’m lost, when is anything about hunting a sure thing?”

Dean paused, “Well, it’s not, but I would like to have the odds in our favor as much as possible. I’m concerned.”

Y/n could see the wheels turning in Sam’s head and knew another fight was coming. The trials had all, but consumed their lives and Sam had only completed the first one. “Concerned about the, uh– the witch-killing spell, or that I’m gonna mess these trials up?”

“Look,” Dean stopped messing with the ingredients and turned his full attention to the conversation. “We get too far down the road with this, we can’t go back, and it’ll be too late for me to jump in.”

“Dean!” Y/n tired to warn him. 

Sam shook his head and chuckled softly, “Who says that you’re gonna have to? You know, maybe I’ll actually pull this one off. You know I’ve been going over this and over this, asking myself, why doesn’t he trust me? And it occurred to me, finally. It’s not that you don’t trust me, it’s that you can only trust you.”

Dean set his jaw and the brothers started each other down. Y/n’s eyes flitted nervously between the brothers, like she was watching a tennis match.

“Are you done?” Dean finally broke the silence.

“Yeah, I’m done if you’re done.”

Dean grabbed his jacket off the chair and stalked back out the front door.

Y/n was on her way to the vending machine when she noticed Dean sitting in the Impala. The car wasn’t even started and Dean was staring out the window, seemingly lost in his own world.

She walked over and gently tapped on the passenger window, trying not to startle her brother. Dean turned to look at her before nodding for her to get in. Y/n slide into the bench next to him and the two siblings sat in silence for a few minutes.

“I’m worried about him,” Dean finally spoke.

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Radiating towards you

Title: Radiating towards you

Pairing: Castiel x fem!Reader

Word Count: ~1700

Warning: mostly fluff, some jealous!Cas and some hurt!Dean

Request: Cas x mate!reader please! Maybe where reader helps care for Dean after a rough mission and cas gets jealous because she’s his mate but he hasn’t told her yet. Thanks xxx

(A/n: Hope you like it, anon. || Gif’s not mine)

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“Can you stop fidgeting for five seconds?“ Dean asked annoyed as he made eye contact with the angel through the car’s rear mirror. It was one of the rare occasions Cas actually decided to come along in the Impala instead of just zapping there. Mostly because it would give him a chance to sit next to you on the backseat for a couple of hours, enjoying your presence. He always felt drawn to you, as if his whole existence was radiating towards you. Something that had puzzled him a lot in the beginning, but soon made sense. As unlikely as it first seemed that he found his human, his one in a million, so close to the friends he considered his second family, it was really as simple as that. You were his mate.

“I’m just uncomfortable” Cas replied giving Dean a stern expression back “My wings feel cramped.”

“I’m sorry my car isn’t luxurious enough for your holy assets” Both Sam and you snorted while Dean just kept glaring “Just fold them up or something. Make them travel-size.”

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Feeling left behind by her more successful, settled friends, Emma Swan moves to Scotland on a whim. Sure, she’s winning at Instagram, but something is still missing from her new life. Fortunately, her friends back home are on it. #FindEmmaSwanAFriend goes viral. Enter Killian Jones, reluctant columnist, who is on the hunt for his newest subject, and may just have found her. CS AU

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Alright, so this is how it’s going to work, friends. This is the prologue. Whereafter I’ll only be posting one chapter for this story a month. One chapter a month, each month, until the end of the year. But in between those, I’ll also be writing a column. Killian’s column, to be more precise. To complement the narrative, as it were. So 2 things a month. For you. Gratis. Though you’ll actually be getting rather a lot of content this month, seeing as I didn’t make my January posting deadline. So you’ll be getting this, January’s chapter, January’s column, February’s chapter AND February’s column, all this month. Are we all clear? Great. Awesome. Well done.

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It all started with a proposal.

A lot of things do. They precede any big undertaking, after all. Business deals. Engagements. Murders for hire.    

Or if you’re Emma Swan, they might precede awkwardly comforting your crying ex-boyfriend in the parking lot behind an Italian restaurant after you’ve just broken his heart into little, itty bitty pieces.

Maybe if she’d been the type of girl who’d dreamt of her wedding day since she was a little girl, it all would have gone another way. Her friend, Mary Margaret, was like that. She’d had every single detail of her lavish but intimate ceremony planned out in her head a decade ahead of time, a stash of bridal magazines hidden underneath her mattress, like porn.

Maybe if Emma had been more like that, she would’ve scooped that ring right up off that dessert platter, and wept happy tears as her husband-to-be helped slide it onto her finger.

But she wasn’t. So she didn’t.

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When the shock of coming face to face with Bones wore off, you realized it wasn’t as difficult as you thought it would be. You still felt like a schoolgirl with a crush, but you were able to hold it together and you were proud of that. After a few weeks, you stopped trying to rope others into taking jobs where he might be, and you ended up getting the rest you desperately needed.

Now that you weren’t avoiding him, Leonard noticed you were looking healthier, and felt a sense a relief that surprised him. As CMO, he should be happy his crew is healthy, but he found it odd he needed a moment to really bask in the fact that you seemed better than when he last you. Before he could linger on the thought, a red shirt had come in with a gash in his side, and it was shoved to the back of his mind.

He was still suspicious, though, keeping a critical eye on you whenever you were in his sights, but he reigned in the sarcastic remarks when all you did was smile humorlessly and returned your attention to your work. In fact, you hardly said a word to him beyond a greeting unless he spoke to you first. Even then, the answers were short and lacking the edge of your previous encounters.

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Better Late Than Never

Pairing: Rafael Barba x Reader 

Prompt: “I don’t see why you’re worried, my family likes you more than me.  I’m not kidding, they told me that.”

Word Count: 1,232

Requested by: Anon

Requests are CLOSED!

Notes: I might make a part two to this if you guys like it???

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You’re the Celebration Tonight

Genre: Extreme fluff (as asked)

Pairing: JK x Reader

Words: 2068

A/N: This was funny because I couldn’t stop thinking about it ever since I got the ask :D So here it is finally RIPIP. Requests are open!

“No, don’t go”

“But I have to, I must.”

“Does it have to be this way?”

“I’m afraid it must. This is my purpose in life and death.”

“Do you really have to go? I love you…” He said, his chin tucked into his neck so his voice came out deep, serious and sombre

“But I have to go. We knew we wouldn’t ever be able to be together… You must let me go.” He raised his neck and spoke in a comically high voice

Switching back to tucking his chin in, he speaks again, “It doesn’t have to be this way… Just run away with me and everything will be fine. Nobody will even realise we’re gone.” He spoke with a pleading voice, clearing his throat midway, before his head moved backwards to stretch his neck. His veins peeked out as his voice rose even higher as he mock-screamed, “But it is my duty, please understand! Let me go, this is impossible!”

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Into the Woods

I am so excited by the latest Klaroline news! So, I couldn’t help but write another post TVD drabble. This is dedicated to the amazeballs Steph @klarolinedrabbles - and so too the wonderful birthday girl Angie - @thetourguidebarbie - for the most beautiful comments on their tumblr blogs. Also big thanks to Ravyn - @cupcakemolotov - and Megan - @megansarah11 - for their assistance on twitter, much appreciated ladies!

The Magic School hosts a Father-Daughter campout in Mystic Falls. After Alaric comes down with the flu at the last minute, Caroline has to step in and take the twins instead, unexpectedly running into a certain Mikaelson. (Points of view will vary between locations, hope you like it!)

5 years 1 month post TVD finale…

Meeting Point

Even though it was still light, the temperature had dropped a few degrees while they’d been driving. Caroline pulled her jacket around her body to ward off the chill as she stepped out of the jeep. The twins were in the backseat, excitedly taking in the flurry of activity around them. If only she was as excited about sleeping outside in a tent with giggling tweens and their fathers.

This was supposed to be a father-daughter campout but Alaric had come down with the flu, probably of the male kind which she decided was entirely too convenient. Caroline had camped out numerous times and wouldn’t have minded except for the fact that she had to cancel her pampering spa weekend with Bonnie and Elena. It was difficult not to think about them indulging in sun tanning, facials, massages and copious amounts of red wine while she had to endure incessant talk about Justin Bieber, Kylie Kardashian and whoever else.

Josie and Lizzie jumped out of the car, running towards their friends who were milling around with their fathers in tow. By the looks on some of their faces, they felt the same way as Caroline.

“Yeah, thanks for the help, girls,” Caroline called after them sarcastically as she unloaded the bags from the trunk.

“Ms Forbes,” a familiar voice said by way of a greeting. “You look as excited as I feel.” Caroline turned to face Hope dressed in dark jeans, a black sweater and a grey woollen jacket, her freckles sprinkled over her nose and those auburn locks tied back in a loose ponytail.

She would be lying if she didn’t see Klaus in the young girl’s face every time they spoke. It had taken a while to get used to not reacting from the familiar expressions she’d wear (especially that deep set frown when she was concentrating) but after four years at her magic school Caroline was an expert at pretending she wasn’t effected by her father’s resemblance. Plus, it didn’t hurt that she’d grown closer to the youngest Mikaelson. Hope was extremely studious, talented and a complete over achiever, a tag she herself had worn back in the day at Mystic Falls High.

“Are you kidding, this is going to be fun!” She embellished, a big grin plastered on her face. “And what did I tell you about calling me Ms Forbes?”

“Not to do it,” she murmured, her face slightly downcast. She was always so surprised that a Mikaelson could be shy at times, especially with such colourful and demanding relatives. “Sorry, force of habit.”

“I think you’ve been around your uncle too long with all that unnecessary decorum, Hope. Speaking of your Uncle, where is he?”

To say she’d been surprised that Elijah was accompanying Hope on a camping trip of all things was an understatement. Not only because she assumed Klaus would want to spend quality time with his daughter but also if Elijah would be correctly attired for the outdoors given all he seemed to own was expensive suits.

“He’s not coming,” she admitted. “Something, uh, came up.” Caroline resisted the urge to roll her eyes, first her father and now her uncle. Caroline only hoped that missing out on such an important occasion was worth whatever drama they were whipping up in New Orleans.

When Hope had come to the Magic School all those years ago, Caroline assumed Klaus would be appearing frequently on their doorstep, offering his unwanted suggestions on her teaching methods and checking that Hope was receiving ample opportunities and tuition. But he wasn’t, only making selective appearances over the years. In fact she’d been quite frustrated by that very fact. Bonnie had questioned her ire a few months back, suggesting that maybe it wasn’t Hope she was only worried about. She hadn’t bothered to respond just sent a dirty look her best friend’s way. She might have been a witch but she was way off track Caroline had told herself.

“I’m sorry,” she empathised, suddenly angry they couldn’t even muster one male Mikaelson to chaperone Hope. Caroline would even take bossy Rebekah at this point, not that the Original Princess would be the camping type. “Alaric is sick, so you can just hang with us, sweetie.”

“Oh, I didn’t mean no one was coming,” she shared. “Uncle Kol should be here any minute.” Caroline raised her eyebrows thinking that maybe she shouldn’t have questioned Elijah’s credentials given his substitute. This should be an interesting campout to say the least, she was already imagining his incessant whining as they trekked to the camp site. At least with those childish tendencies he’d fit in well with the other kids.

“Well, that’s great,” she uttered, trying to sound convincing.

“Can I help you with those bags, Caroline?” She offered, holding out her hand to take Lizzie’s backpack. Caroline’s face softened, thinking just how much she adored the young Mikaelson, she was always so generous, kind and well mannered. Maybe she should be thanking Elijah for that decorum after all.

“No, let me,” a familiar voice interrupted, taking the bag from her hand and causing every hair to stand up on that particular arm. He was here and Caroline wasn’t quite sure what to do and given the dry feeling in her mouth she was beginning to realise that forming words was going to be equally as difficult.

“Dad!” Hope exclaimed excitedly as he placed the backpack on the ground so he could embrace his daughter. Caroline would be lying if their impromptu show of affection didn’t cause her to melt slightly. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m going on the father-daughter campout,” he baulked, incredulously. “Last time I checked I possessed the proper credentials. Not too sure about you though, love.” Caroline was still trying to come to terms with his unexpected presence, let alone the fact that his tight, navy henley hugged his toned chest and she could see those necklaces she knew so well poking out teasingly underneath.

“But you said you couldn’t come.”

“It was supposed to be a surprise,” he conceded. “Did you really think I’d send either of your uncles in my place?”

“That’s a shame, we could really have used some of Elijah’s…”

“Dress sense,” Klaus intervened. Bastard.

“No just sense in general,” she drawled, resisting the urge to childishly poke out her tongue. What could she say? The Original Mikaelson brought it out in her.

“So, where is Alaric? I thought when the brief was father-daughter that meant…”

“I don’t have to explain myself to you,” she hissed, trying not to gain Hope’s attention that had been briefly averted by a school friend. “I run this school so it’s only right that I supervise.” His eyes never left hers, those sinful, crimson lips curving into a knowing smirk and flashing a few stray dimples her way for added effect.

“But yet you felt the need to explain anyway,” he grinned cheekily, boldly moving a step closer. Obviously he was trying to keep their conversation private too or was it just his excuse to flout his spicy aftershave in the vicinity of her poor, unsuspecting nostrils? When it came to Klaus Mikaelson, Caroline was always going to think the worst. That defence mechanism had worked well for her this long at least.

“We really should get going,” she excused herself, pretending that the shivers she felt were due to the falling temperature and not Klaus and his close proximity. She looked back briefly noticing Hope’s overjoyed expression, suddenly feeling bad for begrudging his presence. All Caroline needed to do was get through the next day and she’d be okay. “Easier said than done”, she mumbled under her breath as she watched him teasing Hope playfully.

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Xiudaddy is that you? [Part2]


You couldn’t stop thinking about his words from your last date “Maybe on our next date I can give you a hint on why I’m called Xiudaddy?”

You couldn’t wait for your second date with Xiumin. Ever since your first date you couldn’t get him out of your mind, you also couldn’t stop thinking about why he is called xiudaddy. You kept getting curious and anxious after what he told you on your last date. “Maybe on our next date I can give you a hint on why I’m called Xiudaddy?” Your desire to know his answer gave you the courage to ask him out on a date, when you asked him out he said he couldn’t because he was going out of the country on business. You weren’t sure what type of business he was in, you decided that you will ask him the next time you see him. Xiumin didn’t tell you how long his business trip would be but you waited patiently. A week after he told you he was going to be out on business he sent you a message.

From: Xiudaddy

To: You

Y/N I’m sorry I had to reject your date offer the other day, you see due to my job I had to go on a trip but I am coming back to Korea soon and I would love to go out and get diner with you. If I remember correctly from our last date  I made you a promise that I can’t back out of. Let me know when you are free so I can make time on my schedule.


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One Night Stand


(Hi there, long time no see… it has been a long time since my last fic and so I apologise for such horrible writing, but I hope you enjoy anyway xxoo)

Drink after drink after drink. Your sight became blurry and the mass of people around you seemed to be closing in. You stumbled around, trying to keep your balance as you were pushed and shoved by the more careless dancers. A harsh bump had you almost fallen, however a firm hold on your upper arm kept you on your feet.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, Hey! Lets get you some water,  yeah?” His voice was concerned yet smooth. You found yourself nodding your head up and down in acceptance.
The tall man placed his hand on your mid back as he guided you through the crowd and over to the closest spare seat. He made sure you were both stable and comfortable before moving quickly to the bar and asking for a big glass of water which he brought back to you within seconds. You would never normally accept a drink that a stranger has brought over to you but for some reason you trusted him.
“I think you should stick to water for the rest of the night” He suggests with an entertained grin.
“I think that’s a great idea” You reply with slurred words. “What’s your name?” you question.
“I’m Dan, and you?”
“Well it is lovely to meet you Y/N” His smile grows, highlighting those charming dimples that adorn each side of his face, one side more prominent than the other.
The both of you  engage in conversation and before you know it the both of you have been chatting for an hour. You have sobered up quite a bit yet you’re still a bit tipsy. You’re in the middle of a conversation about movie genres when one of your favourite songs begins to blast through the speakers.
“I love this song! I have to dance!” you announce excitedly over the music and stand up from your seat.
“Mind if I join you?” Dan questions and no answer is needed as you take his hand and pull him into the crowd with you.
Throughout the first song it is clear that Dan is watching the way your body moves along to the music. By the second song Dan’s hands are placed gently on your sides. During the third song your bodies are pressed against each others and Dan’s arms rest comfortably around your waist and finally by the fourth song, Dan made a move and you are both in a heated make out session. Dan holds onto your butt, pulling your hips forth and allowing you to feel his arousal.
“Do you want to get out of here?” Dan whispers in your ear before trailing kisses down your neck.
“Yes” you reply breathlessly.

The trip home went by quickly, Dan paid for the uber and soon enough you were both entering his apartment.  
You are blindly lead into Dan’s bedroom and in moments your clothing is long forgotten and in a messy pile on the floor. Dan’s pink lips are investigating every inch of your body, slowly moving to the most important of areas. To say that this man is talented with his tongue would be an understatement, a skill he introduced to you with his head between your legs and his hands holding your thighs apart. He knew exactly how good he was making you feel, and you could tell from the look in his eyes which were staring right up at you.
You didn’t want to have an orgasm yet, afraid you would be too sensitive to continue so you gripped onto his brown locks of hair and pulled him upwards. Your lips met in a messy kiss as he checked one last time that you were okay with everything, and as soon as he got a yes from you he was thrusting his hips forwards, drowning out everything else in the world and allowing you both to feel the intense pleasure of him inside of you.

Your breaths mixed together, lips colliding in messy kisses. Moans and whimpers, the slight creek of the bed, all sounds of hot passion filled the room as you both got closer and closer to your highs.
Dan could tell how close you were as your nails dug into his back and you began to tighten around him. He himself was oh so close and so he desperately wanted you to hit your high. He stopped thrusting for a few seconds as he readjusted your position, griping the backs of your thighs and lifting your legs up higher around him. He began to thrust again, this time faster and perfectly hitting your g-spot.
Within moments you were close to screaming as your orgasm hit you with more force than ever and only seconds later Dan was releasing into the condom, your name leaving his red and slightly swollen lips.

Slowly he pulled out of you, walking over to the bin to dispose of the used condom before climbing back into bed and pulling you close. Not much more was said that night, maybe a few more kisses but soon enough you were both deep in slumber.

Your eyes slowly fluttered open, taking time to focus as you began to wake up properly. Flashes of the night before shot through your mind and so you quickly looked across to the other side of Dan’s bed only to find it empty.


What if he expected you to leave during the night? You have never had a ‘one night stand’ before, what were you meant to do?
Leave…. That’s what your meant to do… that’s what he wants you to do.
You searched through the bedroom, slowly collecting your items of clothing from the night before and dressing in them once again. You quickly made sure you had everything before heading out of the room and into a hallway.
You should have paid more attention last night because you suddenly realized you had no idea how to get out of this house.

You spent a few minutes walking unsuccessfully around until you made a big mistake.
You walked into the kitchen which is where you found Dan to be. You mentally prepared yourself for the awkward encounter where he asked why you were still here and if you could hurry up and leave.

But what happened surprised you.

A big dimpled smile adorned Dan’s face as he walked up to you, wrapping an arm around your waste and placing a kiss on your cheek as he wished you a good morning before walking back over to the stove.

You can’t help but admire just how gorgeous he is in the morning, hair in curls, topless torso and a pair of tracksuit pants hanging from his hips.

“perfect timing, I’m just finishing the last pancake.” Dan says while flipping the batter in the fry pan.

“You don’t want me to leave?” you question, your voice laced with confusion.

“No?” Dan’s head shoots around, looking at you with furrowed brows before they softened and a sad look took over his expression.

“I mean… if you want to that’s fine” he continues and you are quick to reply.

“No, no. I just kind of assumed you’d want me to… like a one night stand sort of thing.”

“Well I would really love it if you would stay…I made us pancakes, but I didn’t know if you liked them so I’ve also made you fruit salad or toast so you have an array of options” Dan explains as he places the last pancake on the plate and turns to face you.

“I thought maybe we could spend the day together and I could take you out for dinner tonight?” he continues, hope in his eyes.

“I love pancakes and I would love to spend the day with you Dan… ”

“well thank god” Dan breathes out to himself before taking a few long strides towards you and cupping your cheeks.

“I made so many pancakes”

Dan connects your lips in a passionate kiss, which was certainly not your last.

anonymous asked:

#89 with Kai please? :) love ur stories and drabbles <3 surprise me with your chosen AU for this drabble!! Xx

“I can’t do this anymore.”

I chose Wolf!AU

It was the worst possible time for you to go on a business trip. It was currently mating season and this trip determined the future of your career and you had no choice but to leave for an entire week.

To say that Jongin was upset at the news would be an understatement. Of course, he knew that your job was important to you and that he would never stand in the way of your future, but he didn’t let you go with a smile on his face.

Mating season without your mate is worse than trekking through a desert without water. It was hell. 

Jongin was suffering without you, and you without him. You at least had some work to do to keep yourself distracted and the nerves of the important business meetings to keep your mind off of your mate. Unfortunately for Jongin, he had nothing of the sort to keep his mind off of you. 

The nights were the worst. It was the time your feelings always took over your entire body, your mind swarmed with thoughts of your mate. The feeling of need was heavy in the pit of your stomach and you needed relief. You felt yourself slowly slip into insanity as you had already gotten through 3 nights without him and there was a thin line that was holding you from snapping and leaving this place to go right back home to the only person that could soothe your raging body right now, and he was hundreds of miles away from you.

You rolled around on your bed, groaning in frustration at your failed attempts to fall asleep as your body continued to grow hotter and hotter.

Just then, you heard rapid knocking on the front door of your hotel room and had half the mind to open the door and scream at whoever decided to bother you at this time. You wildly opened the door, wondering who had the courage to bother you at this time. 

Your voice got caught in your throat when you saw Jongin standing in front of you. 

At first you thought your mind was playing tricks on you in your desperation for your Jongin, but when you felt yourself being pushed back into your room, arms around your waist with lips being pressed roughly against your own, you knew you weren’t daydreaming.

“I can’t do this anymore.” he rasped, taking a breath from the kiss to catch his breath as he lifted you and carried you to the bed, “I need you so badly, baby.”

“I need you too,” you say, causing Jongin to let out a growl in the back of his throat. 

“Next time you have to go on one of these, take me with you. I go crazy when you’re not with me,” he says, undressing you and himself so quickly, you would have been impressed if it wasn’t for you wanting Jongin to do nothing but ravish your body completely.

You agreed, not knowing how you had survived three nights without him by your side, especially during mating season. 

It was madness. 

Knowing Jongin’s stamina, the two of you would only stop until the sun rises in the morning, not that you minded. You were after all, making up for lost time.


Just ya know late night early morning texts between you and buckaroo.

Mostly text dialogue. implied college AU. implied sexiness. humor maybe i don’t know if you’ll find this funny I’m not the boss of you

AN: This is based off an actual text conversation I had not even a day ago. I personally found this quite fucking hilarious I hope you do to. Also this is fucking horrible and I kinda hella hate it. HOW DO YOU WRITE ENDINGS??

You were a light sleeper. Had been since you were little and probably will be till the end of time. So when the faint hum of your phone sounded you were already reaching to grab it . You assumed first that it was your best friend texting you about her date but that thought was quickly replaced as her specific ring tone didn’t sound. Then panic set in assuming it was a family emergency as it was nearly 3 in the morning. You grabbed the phone even faster typing in your passcode.

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