toes on tile

hearmyvoiceoftreason  asked:

eyyy pie! so prompt for shidge: so prompt for shidge: au where katie, as the tech junkie she is, is in the middle of a very long (and also very questionable) project and shiro is the new part-time delivery guy assigned on the route for her address. he doesn't question the delieveries, only hands her stuff with a smile. (part 1)

HOO BOY. Remember when I said I was going to try and write ficlets for these requests???

Well, instead, you’re getting this. I hope you enjoy!

Also tagging @battleshidge because everyone needs more Shidge in their life [happy belated birthday to the person who dragged me into Shidge hell and is therefore responsible for all of this]. Also @katieshirogane because ilu okay and @longhairpidge my constant support in these ventures <3

“Free Shipping”

Fandom: Voltron Legendary Defender
Paring: Pidge x Shiro
Words: 9441
Rating: T+
Tags: Slow burn, oblivious crushes, university AU, college AU, fluff, pining, sass, mistaken identities :D

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Shiro has learned many things in his first four months of working a delivery route part-time.

Some, he’s found out by word of mouth. He’d learned that his route, also called the “Gunderson Route” is always given to the rookies as a test. As far as he’s been told, there are only three ways out of the Gunderson Route: the hiring of a new employee, and therefore new rookie; promotion to a better route; or demotion to package sorting at the delivery center. The route was, according to Hunk, a senior delivery person, notorious in its toughness. Lance, whom Shiro has replaced, had done a dance in the middle of the break room upon the announcement that Shiro would be taking over for him.

Which leads Shiro to the second thing he’s learned about: the namesake of the aforementioned route.

With one exception, the Gunderson Route is an easy one - about seven blocks, mostly businesses and a few condos, and one apartment building with six units. The building - and most of the building’s tenants - was older, quiet, and unremarkable from the outside. Five of the six units received little to no mail on a regular basis. But apartment No. 5, on the eastern corner of the building, got enough packages on a daily basis to form its own delivery company.

Shiro had done a double take the first day Shay, his shift manager, had handed him the clipboard with the scheduled deliveries. How, he’d asked, could one address be expecting thirteen packages? Shay’d just shaken her head and sent him off with that sweet smile of hers. It didn’t take long to find out why.

Pidge Gunderson was young, maybe twenty-four at max, barely came up to chest height on him, and had what he’d heard a fellow grad student once call ‘resting bitch face’. When he’d rung the doorbell (with his foot, since his arms were laden with eight of the thirteen heavy, misshapen packages to be delivered to the address), he’d had to wait three minutes before she even swung the door open.

“There’s supposed to be thirteen,” she’d said, squinting at the packages through a tangle of brown hair that fell over her face and past her shoulders.

“The other five are in the truck,” Shiro had said, taken aback. “I could only carry these eight up at once.”

How he remembers months later that she’d been wearing an oversized and hole-pocked NASA tee-shirt, he isn’t sure, but it sticks out as clearly in his mind as the thing she’d said next: “You’d be able to carry nine if your prosthetic were fit properly. Maybe ten, since you look pretty strong.”

He hadn’t known how she’d seen his arm under the mountain of packages, or why she’d decided to point it out like they were discussing the weather, but Shiro’s immediate reaction had been to drop the packages at her feet, whip out his clipboard, and ask her to sign. He hadn’t said a word to her on his second trip up, and she didn’t even seem to notice. Lance had seen the look on his face back at the center and passed him an unopened juicebox without question.

The third thing he’s learned is that “Pidge Gunderson” isn’t her real name. That one hadn’t taken long to figure out. Lance and Hunk had been speculating that for months before Shiro showed up that there was something strange about Pidge (besides her general demeanor and persistent package deliveries), but their guesses always ended in alien conspiracy theories  and government cover ups. It had been Shiro who’d confirmed it, simply by looking at the signature afterwards. Whatever name she’d scribbled on his clipboard, it’d been much shorter than “Pidge Gunderson”, and contained at least one ‘t’.

The fourth thing, he’s learned - well, he’s still learning it. He’s learning that, as ridiculous as it sounds, he might be falling just a little bit - just a smidge - in love with the odd and demanding girl on his delivery route.

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Letters

part two


He’s a thinker, a planner, and a philosopher, dissecting life and the world’s inhabitants. He likes to study the girl in his Potions period. She always wraps her hair into a tight bun, never quite catching each strand or curl. Her eyebrows never seem void of emotion, constantly expressing each thought or concern. He likes to watch her think. She does this thing, licking a stripe along her bottom lip, then quickly sucking the plump, pink flesh into her mouth. She doesn’t intend to give him a raging hard-on, but then again, she doesn’t even know he exists. He’s like a ghost to her. Constantly watching. Constantly waiting for attention, yet never being seen, never being realized, never being noted. He has a ‘shrine,’ as Zabini calls it. Its nothing much, just a box of things significant to them her himself. She dropped a quill in a hurry towards lunch; he meant to give it back, but never felt the urge to separate himself from a thing she touched, used, cared for. He wants her to touch him. He wants her to use him. If she only cared- then the world would be perfect.
Everyone has a way to deal with things. Theodore swims in the Black Lake when he’s stressed. On a cold day, when the wind shouts and the moon beams, he floats along the water’s edge, staring into black nothingness, the chill of the liquid plunging into his bones. No one gets why he does it, but Draco suspects he finds some sort of peace, knowing that the cold and dark feeling is his choice. Pansy’s a whore and everyone knows it. She’ll spread her legs for anyone that calls her pretty. She once said, drunk and insecure, that sex was an escape from feeling emotionally raped. He’s never judged her since. Blaise, perhaps, is the most sane of the three. He sings in the shower. Sure, to other houses, it might seem mundane, but to Zabini, its something else entirely. He’s quiet. That’s all he is, really. He’s the quiet, winter chill no one can touch. He only even responds to three other people in the castle, simply because they’re the only ones who won’t shriek in fear. Even with Malfoy, he barely laughs. The only time Draco ever saw him gasp for air from a joke is when Theo peed on himself at the beach. Yet, when everyone has left quidditch practice, and he thinks he’s alone, by himself, Blaise will casually hum a Sinatra tune, soon expanding into a full belt. He actually has a nice voice, from what Draco’s heard. In fact, he wouldn’t be surprised if Blaise pursued in the art, behind closed doors, of course. However, floating in the abyss, drowning in sex, and singing into an empty loo didn’t really scream Draco. He found an alternative.

Dearest Y/n,

You don’t know me. I don’t quite know you. 
You see, I don’t even know your middle name. I don’t know if you like the colour blue, or if you’ve ever been stung by a bee. Yet, I know that when you’re feeling sad, you pick at your fingernails and get an unbelievably adorable pout. I know that when you’re happy, you click your toes along the tile floor and crinkle your nose like a bunny rabbit. I know that you’re grossed out by frog legs, and that you hate being partnered with Anthony Goldstein. 
I realize this all must be a bit odd, and even creepy, so I’ll tell you some things about me. When I’m upset, I close my eyes, and imagine you and myself dancing in a field of violets. You’re dressed in a pretty, white sundress, your hair soaked wet from our day in the ocean. The sun is drying us, and for once in my day, I smile, imagining what life would be like if you were mine. When I’m happy, I write. I write to you, telling you about my day. I tell myself you’ll read this letter, and that you actually care about how my existence. I’m grossed out by messy eaters, and I positively hate cockroaches. 
I believe you have the right to know I’m in love with you. I understand how hard it must be to understand. But, please know that I believe you’re beautiful perfection everything. You’re my Aphrodite, my Cleopatra, my Victoria. I feel like I’m flying with angel wings when you bump into me while reaching for an ingredient and I can feel my heart leap into my throat whenever I hear your voice. I know this is what love feels like, and I just think you should know.

Best Regards,
Draco L. Malfoy

Four of these were made per day. He would vent about how stupidly Gryffindors acted, or if Trelawney assigned a project over the weekend. At night, he’d dream of Italian honeymoons and promiscuous rendezvous in the Prefect’s bathroom. However, on a particularly gloomy, Friday afternoon in February, he was interrupted abruptly from a smutty letter on the fourteenth.

Dearest Y/n,

It is finally the fourteenth of February. Saint Valentine has separated a day from the year where couples and singles and friends and enemies can come together, spreading the sheer joy of love. I absolutely despise it. I’ve never been anyone’s Valentine, but I think I could be a good candidate. I know that if you were mine, I’d lavish you in chocolates and diamonds. I’d enchant the Room of Requirement to become a lover’s paradise, complete with a lofty bed. I’d spread you onto the silky, pink sheets, kissing your neck and ravishing your skin. I’d watch your lips pucker with a choked moan, rutting into the mattress as you claw my back. Slowly, I’d lift your delicate dress, trailing my hand up your-

WHAT?!’ Blaise huffed, throwing a book towards Draco’s head. ‘We have a Charms exam Monday, and I am not allowing you to waste the weekend studying when we could finish it all right now.’ He took one look at the undignified paper before willing away his erection, and marching out the dormitory with a slam. He really hated it when Blaise was right.
Macbeth, the Malfoy family owl, was making a round trip to Draco for the holiday. His mother delivered a fresh box of sweets, to ‘get through the lonely times,’ while his father restocked his Gringotts account. However, the eagle-owl spotted a letter on the desk of Master Malfoy, along with a heady stack of signed and stamped messages. Hooting towards Theo, the boy smiled, lazily, slipping into his pajamas. ‘Hey, there, Oh Great Ruler, Macbeth.’ The owl nearly smiled, landing onto the shoulder of its companion. ‘How’ve you been, you elusive thing? Good, I hope.’ Snatching a rat’s tale from his satchel, he threw it into Macbeth’s mouth, smiling as the bird happily nibbled on its treat. Theo jerked his thumb towards the letters, almost smirking. ‘Can you believe he’s been writing telegrams to Y/n L/n for nearly two years and has yet to say hello? All he really needs is a nudge-WAIT!’ The bird swooped down to the desk, swiftly picking up a dozen letters, including the dirty passage he had yet to finish. Theo was already a dead man.

a/n- part II or nah

Convergence 12

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 - Part 1 Chapter 14 - Part 2 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19-1 Chapter 19-2 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22

A/N: Plunging into madness.

I opened my eyes and saw Bucky in the chair next to me, his eyes bloodshot and his face grim.

“Doll,” he says forcing a smile.

“What happened?” I asked gazing around the room and the tubes that hung from my arm, unaware of the emptiness that was in my stomach.

“You fell.”

“The baby. What about her? I knew we were going wait, but Loki told me a few days ago that it’s a girl. We’re having a girl.” I beamed.

He heaved, no longer able to contain himself as the tears stung his eyes. “She’s…she didn’t make it.”

“Make it?” I knit my eyebrows. “What are you talking about?”

“Doll.” He shakes his head. “You had an accident,” he says slowly. “ When I found you…” He trailed off.

“The blood.” I say barely above a whisper, but he heard, the prickly sensation travelling up my spine.

“You were covered in blood.”

I felt it.

Emptiness.

Listen while you read.

“We lost the baby.” He managed to say before we both succumbed to the tears.

I shook my head. “No, no.”

“Dollface, I’m sorry.”

The realization of it was all-consuming.

Bucky held me in his arms as my body shook. “My baaaa-by!” I screamed from deep within my existence.

I don’t remember much after finding out that I lost our baby girl. The days became an impenetrable fog. I was in and out of consciousness for a few days, finally getting released and into the care of Bucky on day ten. The faces that gazed at me as I walked through the house all melded into each other, forming the same pitying look that made my skin crawl.

“STOP STARING AT ME!” I screamed at them, but I realized that it was all in my head.

I became mute.

My throat was inflamed from the screams that woke me up in the middle of the day. The nights were calm and bearable because I could hide in the shadows, but it was the sunny days that became my enemy. I no longer cried because what was the point of any of it? Plus I don’t think I had any tears left to draw from. I was as an empty well, descending into myself and plugging into the pit of darkness that suffocated me as everything went black.

I sat at the very edge of the cliff staring into the darkened pit of the waterfall, the melded faces don’t say anything, but I feel their eyes watching me as if they expected me to jump into the abyss to my death. There were days when I felt like closing my eyes and just stepping off the cliff, but that would be too easy, so I just sat and listened to the silence.

Betrayal became a close confidant and when I thought the darkness that devoured me couldn’t get darker, I learned then that hopelessness and emptiness can always become a shade darker and poisonous. I don’t know why I was shocked, but it felt as if the scab became purulent, breaking open and revealing the raw and septic wound that was now my life.

Bucky was good at bringing my meals to me, but I heard him say at some point that he would be in Bruce’s lab running some tests if I needed him. He kissed me on the forehead and disappeared. About an hour later, I felt the pangs of hunger, I should have gone to the lab to get him, but I wasn’t an invalid. I stood at the threshold of the kitchen peering into the thing that I have been avoiding at all cost.

My toes touched the cool marble tiles and I held my breath, waiting for the unthinkable to happen and when it didn’t I took another step and then another until I was at the fridge. I retrieved a plate with sandwiches and turned to place it on the counter when the thing I feared happened. The image clear as day flashed before my eyes and I dropped the plate that shattered on the tile, my pulse started to race and body began to shake. The floor began to fill with blood until I waist deep in it.

“Bucky, please.” I pleaded. “Help me.” I clamped my eyes shut and I felt the hand rip my child from my stomach. I screamed, “please take me instead, please, she’s innocent.” The more the hand kept pulling at me the more I fought against it.

“Dollface, it’s me.” The familiar voice said.

“No, no, please don’t take her.”

“Baby it’s me, it’s me. Open your eyes.” I shook my head. “Nothing will hurt, please trust me, open your eyes.”

I did as he commanded and I saw that I was in the fetal position on the floor. His ocean eyes gazed loving and protectively at me and it became too much for my fragile self to bear. He pulled me into his arms and rock me slowly as I began to sob into the crook of his arm. “It hurts.”

“I know, doll. I know.” I felt his lips on my forehead. “It’s going to hurt for a long time, but we will get through this.”

“She was innocent, why did this happen?”

“I can’t answer that.” He said quietly, holding me until I feel asleep.

When I awoke the shadows dancing on the wall told me it was late in the night. Bucky wasn’t on his side of the bed, so I went in search of him, having him close to me earlier felt good, it felt normal. I stopped when I saw the light and low murmurs in the living room. I hid myself in the shadows and listened.

“How is she?”  Thor asked.

“Not good,” Bucky answers. “She had an incident earlier today in the kitchen.”

“What happened?” Loki asked, his face lined with concern.

Bucky relayed the events that took place in the kitchen.

“Sounds like post-traumatic stress.” Bruce diagnosed. “I can’t imagine what she’s currently experiencing, mentally and physically.”

“When do we…I tell her?” Loki asked.

“I would advise against it, brother.” Thor says.

Bruce agrees. “This could have damaging effects on her.”

“This has damaging effects on all of us. I cannot continue to keep this from her.”

“Look at her, do you think she can handle hearing that you know about her miscarriage before it happened?” Bucky asked.

“She needs to know.” Loki says firmly.

I emerged from where I was standing and stepped into the peripheral of everyone except Loki who had his back to me. The look on everyone’s face prompted him to turn around.

“You knew.” I cried stepping closer to him. “How could you?”

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mino; in every lifetime

Originally posted by choiseunghyunn

Based on a prompt for a Soulmate! AU: The last words you’ll ever hear them say are written on your skin, meaning that you’ll never know who your soulmate is until you lose them.

Sidenote: Angst, scenario of 3.2k words. 


They weren’t childhood friends, high school sweethearts or anything like that.   

“I wish I met you sooner.” he’d say, prompting a walk down memory lane of the first time they met –her favourite story out of the infinite they shared.

It was the July that fell on her last semester of college, a night that was never supposed to be but of thesis revisions and brain wrecking flash cards for finals that were just around the corner.  

“Oh have a bit of fun!” her friends disapproving her safe choice of plans, practically dragging her out through the dorm’s hallways in a midst of hushed giggles and careful footsteps.

She liked to think that she was socially acceptable for pretentious-frat-boy hosted parties and they weren’t all that bad if she managed to keep up with her group of friends, with the aid of a cup of cheap beer, or two. However, it wasn’t what she had in mind when they pulled over a beach house, already crowded by muddy four wheelers and huge SUVs parked by the vast perimeter of the property.

Her curiosity, spluttered out as a series of worried questions were dodged away by, “He’s our senior, remember? Of course you don’t. We’re all invited, now stop worrying will you please.”

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Such A Bother {Kim Namjoon} ~Happy One Month!!~

Prompt: Hiii~ I love your blog so much <3 I’ve requested two times before and you never disappointed me :). I hope this isn’t too intricate or weird but could you do a Namjoon imagine where he goes down on reader and the reader cums so hard they become sleepy and Namjoon doesn’t wanna bother her to get him off so he goes to relieve himself in the bathroom but reader decides to follow him and they have mind blowing sex? Fluff and super dirty as always please thank you ily 🖤🖤🖤

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Warning: smut, 

|| Requests Open || Smut Game 1 || Smut Game 2 || BTS Masterlist || GOT7 Masterlist ||

**It’s like sour and then sweet, like the first half is fluff and the second half in filth, I just can’t perfectly blend them!!

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Camera Shy (Part Three)

Summary:  AU. Jughead is an aspiring photographer. His final project requires him to shoot nude photos of someone who inspires him. With no one else to ask Jughead asks Betty. Insecure of her body Betty is quick to shoot the idea down, until Jughead reminds her that she owes him. - Bughead leading to eventual smut.

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As expected here is a new chapter! I’m so tired but it was so worth staying up for. Thank you so much for all the support and interest in this. Enjoy!

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deeds | john shelby

continuation of the ‘these moments’ verse

“Don’t go tomorrow” you whispered into the darkness. It was late – early really. Tomorrow was today.

John tilted his head on the pillow, the streak of light peeking through the net curtains the only reason you could see the subtle shift in features.

“Don’t start” he whispered back, tired rather than scolding. He seemed to have a second thought as he rolled to wrap his arm over you but it didn’t melt the grip you felt in your chest.

“Johnny, please” you implored.

“I have to. It’ll be fine, you’re just working yourself up again” the rumble of his voice worked through you as he buried his nose into your hairline.

“You don’t have to, Johnny, you don’t!” You tilted your own head up and raised your voice a little at the grumble he gave “It doesn’t feel right. It doesn’t. I have a bad feeling about this!”

He flopped back to where he’d started, hand bent behind his head to work the pillow for a second before he gave another sigh and sat up. He pushed his palm into his eye, wringing the socket until he stilled and settled. He let his arm drop to his lap, turning his head over his shoulder to where you were perched on your elbows.

“Tommy needs me” he replied, solemn.

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anonymous asked:

What would happen if your boyfriend Dean caught you sneaking back in from late night investigating

Caught

Sneaking, quiet, stealthy - all good words, but all understatements for just how careful you were being trying to make you way back into the bunker. The pads of your toes barely hit the cold tiles as you moved from the doorway to the war room and then back the seemingly endless hallway to your bedroom. Just as your hand hit the doorknob, a soft cough came from behind you. You flinched, knowing you were busted. Turning slowly on your heel, you forced a wide smile, trying to make yourself seem innocent.

“Yeah, not gonna work this time. Where ya been?” Dean leaned his shoulder against the wall behind him, crossing his arms over his chest and his left ankle over his right. 

“I uh… researching?” You offered, telling the honest to Chuck truth.

“Researching what exactly?” He raised an eyebrow and tapped his long fingers against his forearm, impatiently awaiting your response.

“A case.” You shrugged, knowing you and Sam had talked about how you would present this to Dean, and it wasn’t going to be like this. 

What case, Y/N? Don’t get smart.” Dean warned. 

“A case, Dean. One that Sam and I have been working on for a little while. If you really want to know, ask him. It’s not really my place to tell you.” You sighed, reaching for the doorknob again. 

“Just… tell me next time you’re going to be out so late, please. I was worried.” Dean’s confession made you stop for a second, smile to yourself, then turn and peck his lips. He smiled, but it faded quickly as he put his tough guy facade back on. “I mean it.” He struggled to sound stern.

“Whatever you say, dad.” You grumbled sarcastically, rolling your eyes and opening your door. Dean’s fingers wrapped around your forearm as he yanked you backwards, pinning your back against the wall. His hands came up on either side of your face, entrapping you between his arms. 

“Try Daddy.” He snarled, leaning down and crashing his lips against yours, teeth bruising your lips as he tugged on them, then pulled you backwards into his bedroom. 


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Imagine coming home after a long day to find John reading in bed.

Warnings: None.

A/N: This was @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash‘s idea XD


“John?” you called into the quiet house as you threw your bag onto the floor and kicked your shoes off, curling your toes against the tiled floor and dreaming of the moment when you’re finally able to get off your feet.

“In here, baby” John’s voice called from the bedroom.

It was typical of John to be awake at ungodly hours, but even you were a little surprised at his alert tone, given that it was nearly 3am.

You padded silently across the floor and peaked into the room, your breath coming out in a long, winded sigh as you lay eyes on him. He was propped up in bed, black rimmed glasses on his face and a thick novel in his lap. The smile that spread across his lips when he saw you warmed you down to your very soul and you were quick to close the distance between you and the bed, jumping in beside him.

“What are you reading, old man?” you teased him, much as you always did.

You pawed at the book he was holding, careful not to lose his place as you flipped it close to look at the cover.

“IT? Really? I never had you pegged for a Stephen King fan” you mused, cuddling up against his side to lay your head on his chest and drape your arm over his stomach.

The warmth of his body radiated against your chilled skin and you soaked it up happily, rubbing your face against him and deeply inhaling his intoxicating musk. The soft bedding seemed to form perfectly around you and hug your tired frame as it lay cradled next to John.

“It’s nice to read about fictional monsters for once” John replied in a short, huffed laughed as he set the book on the nightstand.

His strong arms wrapped around you and he kissed the top of your head with a long, slow kiss, followed by several short ones as he gently cupped your chin and turned your face up to meet his. When his lips met yours, you smiled against them.

“I need to shower, I smell terrible” you stated, laying a hand on his chest and leaning back to look him in the eye.

“I think you smell delicious” John pressed, burying his face into the side of your neck as he nibbled playfully.

You gave a squeal of delight but slipped out of his grasp and rolled off of the bed.

“Seriously, I’m disgusting” you repeated in a sad tone, wanting nothing more than to stay in bed with him.

“In that case, I should probably join you. Safety in numbers and all that” John suggested with a wolfish grin.

And you couldn’t argue with that.


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mino; on the run (p.2)

Originally posted by cyphermaniac

“I would never hurt you, I hope you know that.”

WARNINGS: Violence and strong language, please don’t read further if you’re not okay with that. 

sidenote: Much shorter than the first part, hopefully there will be two more parts of the same length until the final! Again, I hope that this is not all word vomit. I have no idea what I’m doing. 

Hitman! Mino AU, 3.1k words

Others: Part 1 , Part 3


Lightning cracked the midnight sky then the thunder rolled in. Rumbling deeply into the distance and through their bones.

 “We should get going.” Minho clears his throat, walking away without sparing her a glance. “I’ll take you home.”

Their previous conversation dissolves, swept away by the sudden gush of wind that Minho silently thanked for. Her response left him tongue-tied, a reaction that happens almost every time they’re together and it terrifies him.

The absurdity is almost laughable. How he could barely bat an eyelash when pulling the trigger but to know that someone will be there for him has him foolishly shaken.

As if sensing his distress, she quietly follows suit, keeping her eyes to the ground when Minho fastens the helmet over her head. The usually precise movements of his fingers disappears, infuriating him further as he fumbles with the clasp longer than necessary.

It didn’t take long before the storm ruptures through, the downpour of rain smacking down the stretch of roads viciously, her grip on his shoulders digging into his jacket down to his flesh as Minho speeds his way like they’re losing time.

Everything is a blur, a projection of the state of his mind and trying to stitch back the edges of himself she unraveled is a futile attempt, feeling everything slip beyond his power.

Upon reaching her apartment complex, she hops off the motorbike, drenched hair plastered to her neck when she hands the helmet back to him. Minho looks at her through the exposed panel of his helmet, unable to piece his goodbyes together while the roar of the rain seals the silence between them.  

And when she leans in close to his ears, Minho can’t help but stiffen. Her voice raised yet muted by the chaos that surrounds them.

“Stay the night!”

She’s met with the widening of his eyes as she pulls back to face him, the rain intensifying with each pulsing second.

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Strands Aflame

pairing: finn balor | original character

summary: My fingers shake when he nips at the skin just below my ear.

tags: @neversatisfiedgirl @fucking-bandsx @motleymoose @wrestlingnoob @baleesi @justhavingfun123469 @blondekel77 @ambrosegirlforever @kyoukohorimiya @wrestlingxbalorxrollins @nickysmum1909


He grips my wrists with warm fingers, “Are you gonna stay with me, tonight?” He lets both hands lightly tug me forward just as the microwave behind him beeps. He keeps ahold of my wrists with one hand, but tilts his body behind him to retrieve the hot cup of tea with the other.

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Coming Home x Soldier!Ashton

“(Y/N), why are you sitting alone?”

His broad stature was almost overwhelming as it stood over your own. He was intimidating in general although it was now as if your anxiety skyrocketed.

It was odd to be intimidated by him though as you’d known him for years, just never had you witnessed him like this.

He’d always been Ashton, little old Ashton Irwin with the gleaming hazel eyes and the floppy curls; the boy who you spent years with, the one who became your best friend.

Yet as he stood over you he was no longer just that boy who was two years ahead. He was no longer the neighbor boy that you met because mom had invited him over for dinner; he was a man, a respectable, all too changed one.

He’d turned out to be what no one had ever expected, leaving the second he’d graduated for basic training, returning home six months later for a mere two weeks. But after a year away since that short visit, he’d finally returned home to Australia, being greatly missed by everyone in town.

“I- , um- I can’t believe you’re here,” you muttered, throwing the napkin from your lap onto the floor, jumping to your feet, “You weren’t supposed to be here until the end of the month-”

It still hadn’t processed; Ashton was in the flesh, standing in front of you, blue fatigues and all.

“I couldn’t miss this moment, I made you a promise that’d I’d be here to dance with you, and I am.”

You couldn’t help but to tear up at his words. He was truly unbelievable.

“Ashton, I don’t know what to say,” you managed to muffle through the tears, his eyes trained on my own.

“Don’t say anything, just accept my apology that I couldn’t be here sooner, and that I couldn’t really coordinate with your dress,” he shrugged, grasping onto my hand only to pull me away from the small circular table, “You look beautiful by the way, I didn’t expect you to clean up so well.”

“Irwin, shut up and hug me, you haven’t even been home for five minutes and you’re already harassing me,” you sighed, looking down to the tan boots on his feet.

“Are those steel toed?”

“Yes- but wh-”

“Good,” you smiled, slipping off my heels, placing the balls of your feet on the rather grimy fabric. Arms extended toward his waist, you rested your head on his chest, “I never realized how much I’d miss you until you were gone.”

“Aww, did you just admit to me that you missed my presence, my best friend missed me while I was overseas?” His tone reeked of mockery prompting my quick yet weak rebuttal.

“Of course I did you loser, how could I not? I just can’t believe you were gone for so long, and I can’t believe you’re here with me now Ash.”

“That’s Leading Aircraftman to you,” he smirked. He was beaming with pride, well deserved gratification.

Everyone was proud of Ashton, some more so than others and you were at the top of that list.

“Did you miss me Leading Aircraftman?” you questioned, lightly running my finger over the insignia on his sleeve.

“Why else would I be here at your prom, straight off my plane back to the base?”

“Because you promised to take me to prom if I didn’t have a date, a promise you made when I was still naive, in Year 10,” you shrugged, moving my arms up around his neck.

“And I don’t break my promises, do I?”

“You never have and you hopefully never will Irwin.”

“That’s what best friends are for, I’ve always been here,” he paused, lightly pressing his lips to my forehead, “And some things never change.”

“But some do,” you chuckled, a hand tracing over the stubble on his face, “I like this, this should stay. But I must say, I miss the long hair.”

It wasn’t as bad as you’d anticipated, Ashton didn’t come back with the standard military buzz cut. He had what was a sort of undercut, few of his smaller curls still resting at the top. He didn’t look bad it was just peculiar for him.

“They didn’t quite appreciate the man bun,” he smiled, the one thing you’d missed seeing the most, “And I’m over that straightening phase.”

“That’s a shame,” you joked, “But sometimes change is needed.”

“Don’t you dare act like I’m the only one that changed in that time. You actually have a figure now,” he prodded, his hands squeezing at yourwaist, “Like you have a butt now, I’m surprised I’m not beating the guys off from you at this point.”

“Always a charmer, Irwin,” you sighed, rolling your eyes at his choice of words though still refusing to let him go.

You never wanted to let him go, and if it had been your choice, he never would’ve left in the first place.

It was selfish, you were selfish but he’d missed so much. It’d been almost two years without him, two years without a shoulder to cry on, almost two years without any sort of hope other than the occasional call and the many letters you’d received.

But now he was here and you were in his arms, having the dance you’d waited for since his senior prom.

“Why don’t you put your shoes back on, then I can whisk you away to the dance floor,” he suggested, looking down at your feet that still stood on his own.

“Or we could just dance like this,” you shrugged, steeping off from his toes onto the surprisingly cold tile.

“Do you want me to help you,” he groaned, looking down at me as you struggled to slip your swollen feet into the nude pumps.

“I would have you help but it will be pretty embarrassing since the shoe won’t fit right now,” you sighed, leaning onto Ashton for support.

“You know everyone can’t have that perfect Cinderella story (Y/N), and I may not be your night in shining armor but-”

“But you’re my best friend and your here, my knight in blue fatigues,” you gushed in response.

His hands steadied your frame as you stood up straight once again, “Can you walk in those Hun?”

“Shut up Irwin and let’s dance, they’re only going to play a few more slow songs,” you began only to hear the soft lyrics flooding through the speakers.

Ashton hummed along, his hand making its way to the small of your back.

“Thank you so much for being here,” you muttered. Your hands made way to their former place at the back of his neck, as you glanced directly into his hazel eyes that glimmered under the soft lights of the venue.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” he finally admitted, as you made your way across the floor.

It was like time stopped as you reached the center, not a single soul seemed to be focused anything. It was just the two of you, in your dysfunctional friendship that had lasted longer than you’d ever imagined.

“Is it okay if I don’t let go of you Ash?”

“(Y/N), what do you mean,” he challenged.

“I just don’t want you to leave me again, it was too hard without you here, way too hard.”

His hand moved up to the side of your face, tucking the loose hair that’d fallen back behind your ear, “Do you realize that what happened the night before I left made my departure so much more difficult? It was like I left a piece of me here and I couldn’t wait to return.”

“But you’re here now, so that’s what we should focus on,” you blushed, “And you made my coming to prom worth it.”

It had been like pulling teeth for your mom to get you to purchase that ticket and more so the dress. You thought it was pointless, but now you understood why she’d made such a big deal out of it, she knew Ash was coming home and just neglected to share that information.

“That was all the plan, I didn’t want you to have to waste the night,” he finally replied, “And it gave me an excuse to take leave,” he shrugged, “But I’ll have to go back in three weeks so I don’t use all of my time.”

“For how long, Ash, please don’t say another two years -”

“That’s what I wanted to discuss, it’ll only be for a month and our campaign will be over. Then I’ll just have to go to our base.”

Only one month, 31 long days, although it couldn’t even hold comparison to the previous 18 months.

“Will you still write to me?”

“Of course I will,” he smiled, pulling your body even closer to his.

He began to hum once again, his soft tone was beyond comforting as it always had been.

“I missed your singing,” you laughed lightly, thinking of the countless times you'dwent to visit him after school only to find him belting his little heart out as he busied himself around his house.

“You love it, don’t deny it,” he continued, stopping rather abruptly to finish the song.

“Whatever you say, Ash, don’t get too cocky,” you groaned.

“I won’t, but I say we ditch this place after the next slow song and have one of our infamous sleepovers.”

“Just because you came home from overseas, you think you can already make your way into my bed?” You challenged, struggling to suppress the smirk on my lips.

Placing another soft kiss on my forehead, he pulled away insisting, “Chivalry isn’t dead (Y/N), I’d take you for ice cream first.”

“You’re the best Ash, we can leave right this instant because I’d like to change before you fufill that chivalrous act.”

“One more dance, just one more,” he smiled as the bass overwhelmed the room, “Maybe even this one,” he smirked as he recognized the lyrics of The Weeknd.

“Really Ashton, you’re still that pervy teenage boy that I managed to befriend?”

“Oh you love it and you’re the same way,” he smirked, “And give me some credit, I haven’t had physical contact with a girl since that first time home. I could be all over every girl in this place but I wouldn’t want to come off as a pig.”

You groaned as Ashton pulled you back onto the floor of handsy teenagers, the two of us quickly becoming additional ones.

As his hands made their way to your hips, you couldn’t help but to smile, “You definitely owe me that ice cream, especially after putting me through this.”

thetourguidebarbie  asked:

"both of us are trying out for the same chaser spot on the quidditch team and once it's clear we're the best there by far we start doing progressively crazier stunts to outdo each other" au

This went way off from the prompt! I have such a hard time with high school age sexy times, hence why they’re not in school.

No Time For Common Sense

Caroline’s limping when she makes her way out of the shower stall, her flip flops slapping loudly on the tile floors. The locker room is quiet since the other women trying out for the team had been quicker than she was. She liked them all, which was a bonus. They’d made plans to get together for brunch over the weekend, to compare notes about their tryout experiences.

She’d heard them file out a half hour ago, talking and giggling, while Caroline had still been wincing through shampooing her hair. Her left side feels like one continuous bruise and her knee is screaming bloody murder courtesy of a rough landing. She’d barely managed to pull out of a spin before crashing into the ground, had been thrown from her broom and hit the grass in a roll.

At least she’d managed to keep a hold of the quaffle.

That seemed like a small victory now that Caroline can barely bend her leg but she’d take it. Stairs are going to be a bitch tomorrow. She’s dreading the lecture she’s going to get when she drags herself to Bonnie, one of Caroline’s oldest friends and current mediwitch in training, to get it looked at.

It’s nothing she hasn’t dealt with before over the last few weeks. Tryouts for the New Orleans team are notoriously brutal, sabotage not uncommon. There was one chaser spot open this year and Caroline was determined to get it but she wasn’t the only one gunning for the position. She’d already made it through two cuts and there was only one other person left in the running. The worst possible person.

In addition to being a giant pain in the ass Kol Mikaelson was also the brother of the team’s captain which was why Caroline was pushing herself, and her body, to such extremes. She knew she was better than Kol, that she would work harder. She only had to convince Klaus.

And she would.

A throat clears, startling her, and Caroline hand flies to the knotted towel at her chest, checking it’s secure. Her jaw drops for a moment when she sees Klaus lounging on one of the benches, looking perfectly at ease despite the humidity, the tendrils of steam floating around the room. “Can’t you read?” Caroline hisses before she can even think about reconsidering. “This is the women’s locker room.”

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birthday | alfie solomons/reader

@ateliefloresdaprimavera requested alfie and the kids being cute to reader on her birthday with ‘how did you meet?’ story time

also ties the ‘fáilte abhaile’ verse to ‘the other one’ and ‘the peace process

You woke to a crash in the hallway and flung yourself up in the bed, reaching across to the cabinet to fish the gun out of the drawer. You stilled when you heard the kids laughing and let your fingers uncurl.

“Alfie?!”

“Shit, shhh. Stay there!”

“What’s happening?”

You scooted closer to the edge of the bed, listening carefully.

“Just stay in bed!”

“Alfie?”

He popped his head around the door and you went to rise.

“No, bed, stay”

“I’m not the fucking dog – what’s happening out there?”

“We uhh” he popped his head back round the door to shush the kids as they laughed “we just need another 5 minutes, alright?”

“What are you doing?”

“Something, just” he motioned to you “stay in bed”

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T E E N A G E  G I R L S  +  M Y T H O L O G Y: Rán

Her feet dangle over the edge, soft skin upon smooth tile, toes dipping into the cool water. The chlorine has filled her nostrils and is near intoxicating, a thick heady smell that tastes of victory and death. Her piercing gaze catches the other swimmers’ through wet lashes, gracing over their lithe, streamlined bodies. She is their captain, head of the swim team, and will show off her gala medals like war trophies for all to see.

another time pt. 4 | alfie solomons

you get two parts tonight to make up for waiting two months for an update

[part one] [part two] [part three

Alfie’s place was not what you expected. He sniffed and mumbled to himself as he shuffled his way down the thin entrance way while you marvelled at the beautiful stained glass doorway he’d just walked you through. His driver – because he had one of those, and a car, you noted – had brought you across Camden to the little flat tucked onto the back of the canal. Alfie had pointed out things as you’d driven around, telling stories of childhood antics, trying to make you less twitchy.

“Come on in, love, you’re making me feels at odds in my own home here” echoed down the hallway.

You followed after him, stepping out into a hallway and not sure which way to head.

“I’m down here” you turned your head but couldn’t see him, following his voice into a little kitchen. There was no door, just an archway, so you hovered there. He was pottering around the little room, readying a teapot and trying to light an un-cooperative stove.

“Fucking thing, nuisance this is” he muttered to himself, bending back to see if the flames were under the pot yet. A smile crept over your face at the sight, a man who’d threatened to shoot you not an hour ago making tea in a cosy little kitchen. He sniffed and righted himself, wiping his hands over his waistcoat before he unbuttoned it and turned to you.

“How’d you have your tea, love?”

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To Have And To Hold

She is tired and everything aches, but he is there, because that’s what he does for her – what they do for each other.

 

She’d kicked off the beautiful but painfully high pumps before he even reached the door to greet her. Tony watched from across the room for a moment as she breathed a visible sigh of relief. He watched her bare toes wiggle against the cold tile floor and then she stretched, obviously trying to ease the back ache that was becoming more frequent now. Finally, Kerry met his eyes and smiled. It was a tired smile, and he hated that she didn’t have the luxury of simply spending a weekend sprawled out on the couch. It was still fairly early, and he knew she’d left the after party long before anyone else had even thought about going home, but nonetheless it had been a long day for her.

“Hey, beautiful.”, Tony smiled, crossing the room and pulling her into his arms. “Did you have a good time?”

“It was alright.”, she mumbled against his chest. “I got to catch up with some people I haven’t seen in a while, so that was nice. I’m just tired. And I missed you.”

“I know.”, he replied. “I missed you too.”

It was becoming more and more difficult for him to let her out of his sight, and it bothered him that he couldn’t accompany her to these events. Kerry had been tired before she’d even left for the award show, and as he’d watched her walk the red carpet and later present on stage, Tony had known that she wasn’t feeling her best. He knew it was normal, she was a woman pregnant in her third trimester after all, but he still hated not being able to be by her side when she was tired and aching.

“Come on.”, he spoke up after a moment.

Taking her hand, Tony let her up the stairs and into their bedroom. He watched as she removed her expensive jewelry carefully, before reaching back to undo the zipper of her skirt.

“Let me.”

He walked up behind her, and Kerry dropped her hands willingly. She had always loved how attentive he was to her every need, but now that she was pregnant, Kerry really appreciated the way he was always ready to help her and take care of her. It wasn’t something she had been used to and certainly not something that was easy to accept at first, but she had come to understand that it was nice to have somebody that cared for her as much as Tony did. It made her feel safe, like she had someone to fall back on – someone that would always make sure that she was okay.

She felt a single finger trail along the soft skin of her exposed back before Tony lowered the zipper and helped her step out of the billowy designer skirt. He eyed the thin, red, barely visible line that ran across her back and around her stomach where the skirt had cut into her otherwise flawless skin. Placing both of his large hands on her waist, he used his thumbs to gently massage Kerry’s skin, hoping to relax her tense body. The tension left her body only briefly before he felt her stiffen again, one hand flying to her ever-growing baby bump. She hissed in pain, and Tony brought his hand to rest on top of hers immediately.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah.”, she breathed, but another sharp pain quickly replaced her answer with a small whimper. “I have been kicked in the ribs more times tonight than I care to count.”

Almost as if to make a point, the baby delivered another well-placed kick against Kerry’s ribcage and she winced miserably.

I’m sorry.”, Tony whispered, removing her much smaller hand from her bump.

He returned both of his hands to her protruding stomach, placing one just above the hem of her underwear while he used the other one to rub large, soothing circles along the tender skin of her baby bump. The warmth that his hands provided never failed to remind her how blessed she was to have found a man like him. Tony felt the baby kick high on her stomach several times, and every time Kerry’s body would stiffen involuntarily.

“Come on.”, he hummed against her ear, placing a loving kiss there, then another on the skin of her neck. “Don’t make this so hard on your mommy.”

Kerry felt tears well up behind the closed lids of her eyes, because he was so incredibly sweet, and she was in pain, and her hormones left her with a rollercoaster of emotions to deal with on a daily basis. She loved being pregnant, and she was incredibly grateful to have a healthy, active child growing inside of her, but on days like this one, she wanted nothing more than to get the baby out. They stood there for a long moment, and with every caress of its daddy’s hand, the baby seemed to calm down until the painful kicks turned into light flutters and, finally, nothing at all.

“Better?”, Tony asked, and she could only nod, feeling relieved for the first time in hours.

He took off the pink crop top that had taken his breath away when he had first seen her wearing it, and Kerry smiled as he carefully placed it on a hanger. Returning to her, Tony finished undressing her until her beautiful body was completely revealed. Even after having seen her naked countless times, he’d never get tired of seeing her like this. Finally, he walked her into the bathroom. Kerry’s eyes widened and she smiled, because he really was the sweetest, most perfect man. A few of her favorite candles were placed all around the bathroom and the tub was filled with the scented bubble bath she loved so much. He’d bought it for her when the back aches and swollen ankles had first started, and now she used it after every long, exhausting day. It meant the world to her that Tony had been able to pick up on her mood even though they’d been miles apart and he’d only caught a few brief glances of her on his TV screen. Yet, he’d known exactly what she would need. He always knew how to make her feel better, both physically and emotionally.

“Thank you.”, Kerry smiled, turning around to face him.

She placed a sweet kiss against his lips, simply allowing herself to get lost in him for a moment. When they pulled apart, Tony guided her towards the tub and held her hand as she stepped into the warm water.

“God.”, she moaned as her body slowly submerged under the bubbles. “This feels so good.”

“I’m glad.”, Tony smiled. “You need to relax. And this kid needs to relax too.”

Kerry giggled softly, touching her stomach lovingly.

“Maybe we’re going to have a little soccer star.”, she smiled.

She loved imagining what their child would look like and be like, but at the same time, she could hardly wait for the day when they’d actually find out.

“Or a dancer.”

“If that’s the case I hope the baby gets its moves from me.”, Kerry teased, and he couldn’t help but laugh.

“If it has my moves, it won’t be considered a dancer.”, he agreed with a grin.

She smiled, and then she reached her hand out to him.

“Come join me.”

“Are you sure?”, Tony asked. “I want you to relax.”

“I’ll be more relaxed when you hold me.”

He’d never be able to tell her no, and he was more than happy to join her in the tub. So Tony undressed quickly and slid into the water behind her. Kerry moved herself between his legs and rested her back against his chest. With a sigh, she closed her eyes and let her head drop onto his shoulder. Her achy, exhausted body finally calmed, and she could feel the tension leaving her with every deep breath she took.

“This is perfect.”, she whispered when his strong arms wrapped themselves around her belly, cradling their baby protectively.

“Yeah.”. Tony agreed. “It really is.”

[IwaOi] And All the Prince’s Men Part I - Moments

Title: [IwaOi] And All the Prince’s Men
Pairings: IwaOi
Rating: T
Genre: Royal AU, Child Abuse, Angst, Friendship

“Father only loves that which he owns, and I am the one thing that can never truly be his.”

In which Iwaizumi Hajime is a young orphan suddenly thrust upon the royal court, and Oikawa is the Prince he’s been assigned to. A story of their friendship and love, of their years spent together and apart, of their losses suffered and their wins hard fought.

Links: AO3

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