ugh shut up all of you

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Lance (laughing): ARE THOSE YOUR PAJAMAS??

Keith: Ugh…

Lance (still laughing): Why have I never seen them OMG This is PRICELESS!

Keith: Oh, shut up! I didn’t even know you were coming!

//in which a small emergency comes up and lance’s parents have to leave him at keith’s house while they handle it. the situation was eventually taken care of but lance decided to sleep over anyway. 

(sorry y’all, i planned to post more easter-related stuff, but i got a bit sick :/ these are just a couple light sketches i had ready.)

happy easter guys!

you know those people who are just luminous, like they’re so beautiful and everything they do is endearing and all you can do is stare and hope that some of their light hits you someday. maybe it’s not even romantic but they’re just such people, they’re humans, and they’re so beautiful that you cannot make yourself look away

Applying acephobia to other situations
  • Me: I'm short
  • Person: Oh don't worry, you're just a late bloomer
  • Me: Nah, I'm still short
  • Person: Don't make assumptions! You'll find the right shoes someday
  • Me: Shoes won't change the fact that I'm short
  • Person: Ugh, just shut up already. You have legs, so you can't be short!
  • Me: 🔪
Sleepless nights

As I mentioned in my post for Nursey Week, I’m from New York City, and by that I mean Manhattan. But I go to school in the mountains, where the most noise we hear at night is the occasional truck passing by. What this all means is that I can barely sleep on breaks now, because it’s too noisy and there are always lights shining through the windows. If Nursey lives on the Upper East Side, he doesn’t have the lights problem, but I’m still going to project my exhaustion on him (with some NurseyDex because of course). Here’s to 4 hours of sleep a night.

It’s the first night of summer break and Nursey is in his childhood bed glaring at the ceiling wondering why his mind is refusing to let him sleep. Maybe it’s the incessant honking of taxis, maybe it’s the way the streetlamp shines directly through the slit in the curtains that can never be fully blocked. Maybe it’s the fact that the smell of cigarettes is filling his room from the assholes smoking on the stoop right below his window. Either way, Nursey’s done. He just wants to sleep, damn it. Heaving what he knows is an overly-dramatic sigh, he rolls onto his back and pulls the sheet over his head.

The phone’s light is harsh against Nursey’s eyes, but he squints at it anyway. 4:37 in the fucking morning. Nursey scowls and goes to Snapchat. If he can’t sleep, he might as well see how other people spent their first night of break. Ransom and Holster are unsurprisingly together, at a motel somewhere along the way to Ransom’s house. Bitty’s Snapstory shows a cute fully-stocked kitchen with a cobbler cooling on the counter; the timestamp says 1:12am. Farmer decided to practically livesnap her and Chowder’s trip to California, and the last photo is of Chowder passed out on the seat of a plane, captioned “we literally just boarded.” Shitty sent Nursey a series of videos at 12:43, smoking, ranting about a case he recently read, and telling Nursey to “get a night of some real sleep you fuckin’ beaut.” Nursey scoffs. Sleep. Right.

But then he gets to Dex’s Snapstory and is surprised to see a timestamp of 4:29am against a black background, captioned “it’s too early for this shit.” Nursey switches over to text and types with one eye open, hits send, and promptly drops his phone on his face.

Me: too early for what?

Nursey isn’t expecting Dex to respond, but a few seconds later his phone is buzzing against his nose from where he left it.

Dexyyy: tf are you doing awake Nurse

Me: idk man what are YOU doing awake

Dexyyy: You’re gonna chirp me and it’s too early to be chirped

Me: awww dexy you take away all my fun

Me: pinky promise i won’t

Dexyyy: Ugh fine. It’s the beginning of lobster season. Gotta start waking up before the spirits go to sleep.

Me: damnnn dex, cant catch a break can you

Dexyyyy: You promised

Me: that was hardly a chirp

Dexyyy: Whatever

Dexyyy: So what the fuck are you doing awake

Me: lol

Me: couldn’t sleep. Too many cars, too much light, too many thoughts

Dexyyy: City boy.

Me: is that supposed to be an insult?

Dexyyy: Don’t know. Maybe?

Me: gotta step up your game, poindexter

Dexyyy: Shut up Nurse

Dexyyy: I gotta go

Me: have fun killing innocent life forms

Dexyyy: Fuck off

Dexyyy: Just go the duck to sleep nursey

Dexyyy: *fuck. Ugh.

Me: lolll

Me: yessir

Me: gnight

Dexyyy: sleep well

Me: zzzzz

It’s 4:48 in the morning. Nursey is contemplating just getting up and starting his day. The pre-dawn light is starting to filter into his room through the curtain, casting a hazy rectangle onto the wall. Nursey gazes at it, thinking about how somewhere a few hundred miles away, Dex is preparing to get on his uncle’s boat and spend the morning hours on the water. Nursey wonders if the sun looks different from Dex’s amber eyes than it does from his own grey-green ones. He closes his eyes, thinking about how he and Dex went from nearly killing each other during the seniors’ graduation ceremony, to texting before the sun came up.

When Nursey opens his eyes, six hours have passed. He stumbles out of bed and stretches until his shoulder pops. Glancing at his phone, he sees three texts from Dex: the first two are sent at 6:26 in the morning, and the last at 11:39.

Dexyyy: Don’t tell Jack but I’d almost rather be doing suicides than fucking fishing for lobster. I smell like bait.

Dexyyy: Didn’t realize how used to cushy college life I’d gotten. I’m getting new blisters.

Dexyyy: Are you still asleep

Nursey realizes he’s smiling at his phone. And since it’s the first day of break and he has nothing to do all day, he’s pressing the call button before he can talk himself out of it. Dex picks up on the third ring.

“Dex!”

“Finally get your ass out of bed?”

“You realize that you have to text me every night now? So I can go to sleep? I only was able to sleep because you told me to.”

“Nursey, what the fuck.”

“C’mon man.”

“No.”

And then they’re off, Nursey asking about Dex’s morning and listening to Dex complain about ‘going soft’ during the year while Nursey rolls his eyes and gets dressed, then Dex grouching about how Nursey doesn’t have anything to do for the summer, and an hour later Nursey finds himself booking bus tickets up to Maine while talking about how they’re going to celebrate Chowder’s birthday that year. He pauses just before hitting the ‘book tickets’ button.

“Dex.”

“Yes?”

“Uh. You sure it’s cool if I come up? I mean, like, dude, this isn’t really…”

“What we do?”

“Yeah.”

“Well. I don’t know. Maybe we should try being friends without Chowder playing middleman.”

“Okay, yeah, that’s chill.”

“Ugh, if say ‘chill’ ONCE I will throw you off a pier.”

“You just want to see me wet.” (Nursey nearly smacks himself for that one.)

“Fuck off, Nurse. We literally see each other soaked in sweat like six days a week.”

“Okay, well, tickets are booked.”

“‘Swawesome. See you in a few days?”

“Yeah man, see you soon.”

And then Nursey is left in a New York City brownstone grinning madly in the middle of his room, thinking how much better this summer has suddenly become.

does anyone else have sudden urges to reinvent themselves, travel the world, start jogging, learn new languages, learn to cook exotic foods, redecorate, or start journaling? like you’re just sitting there and all of a sudden you want to be able to speak fluent latin or look out over paris from the eiffel tower, or be standing over a shiny metal pot stirring some kind of soup in an apartment that’s perfect for yourself? because i get that a lot.

Cabins

Request~ ‘Heyyy could you do numbers 62, 64 and 68 with kai x reader please?

Prompts: “It’s only one night, we’ll just share the bed.” “Are you ticklish?” “PILLOW FIGHT!” 

Imagine~ you and Kai being stuck in a cabin together after Bonnie spells you in. 

Word Count: 1554

“Ugh why does Bonnie always rope me into her stupid plans?” you groaned as you collapsed onto the couch. 

“She wants to see if my feelings are real and I have feelings towards you so I guess she just wants if they’re real.” Kai sighs, a small smirk playing on his face. 

It was true that he had feelings for you but he showed them feelings through flirty comments and smirks. 

So to see if he could actually feel Bonnie locked the both of you in a cabin in the middle of nowhere and somehow she roped you into it. 

“Ugh, whatever. I’m gonna look around to see if there’s another bed for you to sleep in.” you said dreading to think you’d have to spend the night in the same bed as him. 

It didn’t take long to look around the cabin seeing it was very small. All it consisted of was a small kitchen diner, a living room, a bathroom and a single bedroom. 

You walked back into the front room seeing Kai lounging on the couch staring blankly at the ceiling fan, his eyes following its pattern of spinning. 

“Well, since there’s no more bedrooms I’m sure you’ll be fine sleeping on the couch.” you said, smiling sarcastically as he turned his attention to you. 

“It’s only one night, we’ll just share the bed.” Kai said and you could tell he was grinning without even looking at him. 

“Fine,” you groaned making Kai smirk, “but try anything and I’ll cut your dick off.” 

His smirk fell as he looked at you rolling his eyes making you laugh. 

“You wouldn’t want to destroy something you want so bad.” Kai smirked, recovering from your comment. 

“Kai.” you seethed throwing a pillow at him making him laugh. 

“Since you seem very moody how about we play a board game?” Kai said looking over at you innocently. 

“Finally a good idea.” you said smiling at him as you looked on top of the bookshelf. 

You pulled down monopoly knowing it was one of the few board games you were actually good at. 

You laid the game out on the table as Kai grinned over at you happily. 

Kai truly did have a massive crush on you but he wasn’t the best with emotions which meant he didn’t really know how to express them. He hated himself because he’d made you hate him and it killed him. 

But here you were setting up a board game for the both of you in a what some might say romantic cabin and that was enough to warm his heart. 

“Which piece do you want to be?” you asked, a small smile playing on your lips. 

“Erm, the cat.” he said snapping out of his trance. 

“Okay..” you trailed off finishing off setting up the board game, your tongue sticking out slightly. 

“You’re really beautiful, you know that?” Kai said, his eyes taking every detail of your face. 

“T-thank I guess.” you stammered, a light blush washing over your face. You couldn’t deny that you heart fluttered at his comment but you also didn’t want to admit it. 

After one game of monopoly you were both tired, you’d forgotten how long a game of monopoly took and you could tell Kai was cheating. 

You yawned as Kai entered the room with a glass of water, his eyes drooping slightly and you could tell he was tired. 

“Do you wanna head to bed?” you sighed as you pushed yourself off the floor. 

“Sounds good to me.” he replied, his voice deeper than usual and it was kind of attractive. 

You walked to the bathroom to get changed into some pjs before realizing you didn’t have any. You didn’t know Bonnie’s plan when she locked you in here so you didn’t have time to pack. 

“Kai!” you shouted in hopes Kai would let you borrow his shirt to wear to sleep. 

He trudged into the bathroom wearing the grey sweats and black top he’d been wearing all night. 

“What’s up?” he asked yawning and you could tell he was tired. 

“Give me your shirt.” you said bluntly missing your bed back home. 

“Somebodies a bit upfront.” he replied smirking as he pulled his shirt from over his head and putting it in your open hand. 

“Ugh shut up, I have no pajamas and I want to be comfortable and covered if I’m sleeping next to you.” you sighed, “Now get out.” 

Kai remained smirking but left the room as asked without muttering a word leaving you alone in the bathroom. 

You peeled off your clothes and threw Kai’s baggy shirt over your torso. It was soft and hung over you like a dress, it smelt like him and it was a good scent. 

After a second of reveling in the comfort and warmth you entered the bedroom to see Kai lying on top of the sheets in just his gray sweats. 

He glanced over at you as you took in his body, it was masculine but not overly muscular and his sweats hung perfectly just below his hips. 

“I know I’m hot, no need to stare.”  Kaai smirked, snapping you out of your gaze. You rolled your eyes trying to play it cool as you crawled onto the bed lying next to him. 

“By the way, if you wake me up before 10am tomorrow I’ll kill you.” you smiled looking up at the heretic. “Mhm whatever. P.S you look really hot with my shirt on.” he smirked completely brushing over your threat. 

“So hot I want to do this.” he said as he pushed his hand beneath the shirt, rubbing your side slowly. His cool rings sent shivers up you spine and you tensed up slightly but tried to recover before he noticed. 

“Are you ticklish?” he laughed and you realized your attempt had failed. 

“What? No, why would you think that?” you said trying to persuade him to forget about it. 

“So if I did this?” he said as he squeezed and tickled your sides lightly. It took everything within you to suppress your giggles but in the end it didn’t work. 

His smirk turned into more of a devilish grin when he realized and he stradelled your body to make it easier to tickle you. 

“Kai, please don’t.” you whimpered, knowing what you were saying would have no impact on Kai’s actions. 

His hands traveled to your sides and he began to tickle you mercilessly. You erupted into a fit of giggles as you squirmed and wriggled beneath him. 

“K-Kai. Stop. Please.” you said breathlessly in between your fits of laughter. 

In this moment Kai couldn’t help but find you extremely attractive. You were completely under his control and here you where squirming underneath him on a bed you would be sharing. 

“Y’know you look really hot right now. All helpless beneath me.” Kai said smirking as his hands detached from your waist. 

The room was silent as he looked into your eyes and you peered deep into his blue ones. “I don’t think so but whatever floats your boat.” you said breaking the silence. 

He didn’t say anything in reply, instead he leaned in so close you could feel his breath hitting against your face. 

But you didn’t think him tickling you and calling you hot was worthy of a kiss yet so you did the only thing you could do in that moment. 

You hit him in the face with a pillow, he sat there stunned for a second as you erupted into a fit of laughter. 

“PILLOW FIGHT!” you shouted and his eyes lit up. “Oh, it’s on.” he grinned as he grabbed a pillow and flung it across your head. 

You returned the hit with more force and you both did this back and forth for a while. 

At some points he was sitting on you and others, you on him. In all honesty you didn’t completely understand how you’d gone from sleepy to this but you didn’t care. 

After a while of hitting each other back and forth he was on top of you, pinning your arms down on either side of your body. 

“Now how about we start back where we left off.” he said smirking as he leaned in catching his lips on yours. 

Your eyelids fluttered closed and his loose on your wrists loosened so you pulled your hands away and ran them through his brown locks. His hands slid up your shirt like they had before, his rings adding an extra sensation to his touch. 

His tongue swiped along your bottom lips before he squeezed your hips making you gasp which gave him free entry into your mouth. His tongue explored yours as you tugged on his hair slightly. 

After a few moments he pulled away for air, a large smirk plastered onto his face. Your small smile broke out into more of a grin. 

“I knew you wanted me.” he smirked making you roll your eyes and reconnect your lips with his. 

(a/n) thank you @catastrophesprodigy ! it was a nice imagine to write xx

anonymous asked:

hc that lance eventually stops flirting with allura and they end up having 'girls night' where he braids her hair and talks about Keith with her (allura totally sees the forest he's created with all of his pining but he is in denial)

lance, talking about keith: idk allura he’s just… he’s just so— ugh ya know?

allura, raising one perfectly plucked eyebrow: oh rlly? and what was that i heard you telling hunk the other night? something about keiths eyes putting the stars to shame? 

lance, hiding his blushing face in allura’s hair: i dont wanna hear it. you havent shut up about shay once since we left balmera

allura: squawks

Cool Down

// Hope you guys like this.

Title: Cool down.

Rating: Mid-fluff.

Warnings: Flirty Jerome. //



Y/n groans and sprawls out on the floor. “Can’t we call someone to fix it?” She mutters, rolling over onto her stomach. Tabitha turns around and shakes her head, placing her hands on her hips.

“We already did, y/n. They can’t get here until tomorrow. It’s not that hot anyways,” she motions around. “Do something to take your mind off it if it really bothers you that much.” She turns back around and heads into her room, slamming the door shut. Y/n sighs when Jerome, Barbara and Greenwood all walk into the room. Jerome instantly turns his attention to her, tilting his head.

“Why don’t you go into your room to nap, sleepy-head?” He teases, leaping onto the couch and crouching on it, staring down at her. She groans again and rolls back onto her back, resting her hands on her stomach.

“The air conditioner’s broken.” She murmurs. “It’s so hot in h-”

“Well, that would be my fault, I’m sorry.” Jerome places a hand over his chest in mock sincerity.

“Ugh, shut up. I’m not in the mood for your crap.” She covers her face and closes her eyes, hoping that he’ll leave. The sound of chairs being pulled back let’s her know that Barbara and Greenwood are sitting at the table. She can hear the thud of feet landing on the tile and she sighs. Y/n tries to relax, laying out on the living room floor in minimal clothing; a tank top and cotton shorts.

After he hasn’t said anything after a while, she assumes he has left. So, it came as a surprise when she opens her eyes to find him staring directly down at her.

“Jesus! Jerome, what the he-” He reaches down and pulls her up, holding him close to her in a typical movie embrace, pushing a strand of her h/c hair out of her eyes, one hand behind his back.

“Hey gorgeous, I’ve got a great idea to cool you down.” Y/n scoffs, pulling away from him and beginning to walk away. She was expecting a flirty comment or sexual joke to follow his remark, but instead feels a water balloon explode on the front of her shirt, followed by his hysterical laughter. Her eyes pop open wide, and her arms stick out to her side, palms out.

“Jerome, you little piece of-” he pulls a show of his talent in magic, pulling a water gun out of nowhere, pointing it directly at her, raising an eyebrow in warning. “Okay, well, it doesn’t seem really fair to-” Y/n doesn’t have a chance to finish her sentence as a spray of icy water hits her in her face. She holds her hands up to protect herself, stumbling backwards. “Jer-Jerome,” Suddenly, he knocks her to the ground, pinning her and pointing the squirt gun down at her face. “Okay, okay. Peace- I want peace, just stop this stop god dam-” Despite herself, despite trying to make herself sound angry, a giggle slips past y/n’s lips. She begins to laugh, shaking her head, cursing herself slightly for not being able to stop laughing. Jerome smiles, standing up and pulling her up with him.

“So, we’ll just have to do this all day, or you could listen to my other idea.”

Y/n laughs, smiling up at him. “What, Jerome?”

“Cold shower. Of course, I valiantly offer to keep you company,” he places a hand over his heart, smiling innocently, although the glint in his eyes is anything but innocent.

“Oh, shut up, you!” She playfully slaps his arm.

“Hey, don’t blame me for trying…so, is it me? Am I the problem with that idea, or…” Y/n leans forward, her face inches from his. His eyes meet hers briefly before focusing on her lips. After what seems like an eternity, he moves forward slowly, his gaze not moving from her mouth, only closing a few seconds after he presses his lips against hers. Y/n sighs softly against his lips, which Jerome takes as an invitation to pull her closer, and tilt his head, deepening the kiss.

Y/n is the one to break the kiss, breathing in deeply. Before she can move Jerome goes in for another kiss, his hand traveling to the back of her head, attempting to pull her closer to him. She shakes her head, grinning widely.

“No, Jerome. I actually liked your idea, and I think I’m going to take your advice.” She raises her eyebrows, and turns her attention to Barbara. “Hey, could you make sure that he doesn’t try to follow me? Just keep an eye on him please.” Barbara nods, picking up a magazine.

“Keep your boy toy away from the shower while you’re in there, got it.” Jerome growls slightly, staring after y/n as she saunters away.

“Listen, Brat!” Levi X Reader

Pairing: Levi X Reader

Words: 1847

Genre: Action, fluff(?)

Originally posted by nikiforv

              He was the very first one to ever call me a brat! Can you believe his nerve? But I need to learn to ignore him. There is no way I’d quit or let him kick me out – not after what happened.


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secretlyshycomputer said: Can we have more sassy reader fics I adored the Sherlock one!

A/N: thank you! I love writing these. I decided to do another Sherlock one. This hints a slight Sherlock x reader romance but it depends on how you interpret it. Otherwise, romance is not intended.

Warnings: swearing.


“Hello, my people!” You called from downstairs. You dragged your suitcase through the door. You had decided to take a holiday and now you had returned to your lodgings at 221B.

“Huzzah,” Sherlock groaned and rolled his eyes. “Y/N is back.”

John chuckled. “You love her really.”

“I don’t love, John.”

“Whatever.”

“What did I miss?” You asked as you entered the flat, your luggage trailing behind you.

“Nothing much,” John said smiling. He stood up and hugged you.

“Well it’s good to be back.”

“Yes, for some people,” Sherlock muttered.

“What’s that, Sherlock?” You replied and put your hand behind your ear. “Sorry, I couldn’t hear you as I was too busy looking for the fucks I give.” John chuckled. A grin formed on your face. “I’m kidding. I’ve missed you.”

“I suppose I’ve missed you,” Sherlock sighed.

“Awe! Bring it in, Sherly!” You walked over to him and hugged him tightly. This received another eye roll from him.

“Y/N, I don’t think physical contact is necessary.”

“Yes it is!” You hugged him tighter which made him very uncomfortable.

“Yes… Well then…” His phone buzzed. He whipped his head around to the direction of his phone, which was laying on the table, however he couldn’t see the screen from where he was. "John! We have a case!“

"Yep!” You said after you let go of him and phone. “Lestrade just sent you a text. Oh! How fun! I’m coming too!”

“You’ve just got home!” John pointed out.

“But I’ve missed this!” You spun around. “Come on, let’s go!”

 

 

The detective, the doctor, and their fabulous friend (this was you of course) arrived at the crime scene like the three musketeers. Sherlock lifted up the yellow tape for John and yourself to go under.

“Morning, you lot,” Lestrade said. “Hello, Y/N. How was the holiday?”

“Good,” You replied with a smile. “Glad to be back though.”

“Oh look!” Donovan announced as she walked up. “The bitch is back!”

“Ah!” A smirk formed upon your face and you turned to face you. “One person I haven’t been looking forward to seeing. Still shagging everyman you find?”

“I don’t sleep with everyone. Ugh! You’re so annoying.”

“Hey, it’s not my fault that you’re a fucking whore.”

“Alright!” Lestade announced as John and Sherlock tried to stifle their laughter. “Calm down.”

“Sorry,” You responded. “I just don’t like this constant inhaling exhaling thing she’s got going on.”

“Right, Y/N!” Lestrade threw his arms up in the air. “I hate to have to do this but you have to leave.”

“What?”

“I can’t have you arguing with Donovan all the time.”

“Fine!”

 

 

“My boys are back!” You shouted as you heard the door below shut.

“You need to stop arguing with Sally!” John called as he climbed up the stairs after a successful case. “One day, Lestrade will stop you coming to the crime scenes altogether!”

“‘Sally?’ I didn’t realise we were on a first name basis with her.”

“Shorter than Donovan. Easier to say.” John entered the flat after Sherlock.

“You haven’t even unpacked,” Sherlock noted.

“No,” You replied with a smile. “I guess I’m too eager to jump back into the action.”

To Die For || Sirius Black x Reader [[request]]

[[request prompt: Hi! Could you pretty please do a young Sirius black imagine where the reader has been friends with the marauders since first year and he thinks he likes some new girl (as he does a new one every week) and everything but then he wins a long time bet with the reader and makes her snog severus. Only when he actually sees her flirting with him does he realize he actually loves her. Thank youuuu.]]

yayyyy, my first ever imagine for young!sirius black (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧ I’m a little nervous about how this is going to turn out, but I’m determined to make this work!!

lmao and I just finished writing a peter parker requested imagine too hhhh I must be a sucker for pain (/ω\)

tags: @betty234

{{request status: got any remus/sirius imagines for me? Send them in right here!!}}

warnings: none, except for a slightly possessive sirius black.

word count: 2,000+

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

{…}

“For Merlin’s sake, you say that for just about any girl who is unlucky enough to capture your fancy!”

You (much to the self proclaimed Marauder’s delight) were having yet another argument with the playboy and heartthrob himself who went by the name of Sirius Black. While they were in the midst of eating, all three boys kept on looking over at you and Sirius.

Whereas your face was filled with an uncontained annoyance and fury, Sirius’ expression retained its natural and aloof expression, only letting out a tiny smile whenever your voice was raised an octave or two.

“But I’m being serious now [Name], Melinda is truly the one for me. Not only that, but her legs are to die for.” You roll your eyes at his daring (and sexual) words, not believing them one bit. “Again, you have practically said that with all of the girls that have attended Hogwarts thus far.”

You had been friends with the group of boys who made up the Marauder’s since first year, sharing all of your classes together with them when you ended up being sorted into Gryffindor as well. Seeing each of them as like a brother to you, you often liked to scold them for their mischievous behavior (not so much with Remus, since he seemed to be the only one with a lick of sense in the group).

You weren’t sure how you managed to stay close to these boys throughout the years, your friendship with each and every one of them lasting until well into your fifth year at Hogwarts. Despite how much they were a pain in your arse, you couldn’t deny that each and every one of them had a special place in your heart (even, you admit with a begrudging respect, Sirius Black himself).

“Come on, [Name], let Sirius have some fun. And why not believe him for once?” James was laughing while taking bites of his Yorkshire pudding, “I meang, ifs he shays dat he lurves her, dan her lurves her!”

You grimace and throw your napkin at James, “Swallow your food before you talk, Potter. Your table manners are atrocious.”

Your words causes a chuckle to go through Peter, “Wow, I didn’t think we would have a second mum when we got accepted into Hogwarts!”

Sirius lets out his own bellowing laugh, completely agreeing with the mouse-like boy, “Indeed! This is why [Name] can never catch a bloke for herself!”

Sirius’ offhanded comment makes you turn red with anger, making Remus slowly speak up when he responds, “Guys, knock it off. You all know that [Name] is just looking out for us.”

Despite Remus’ kind words, you were beyond pissed when you stood and pointed an accusing finger at Sirius, “Yeah? Well at least I know that when a man does fall for me, then I’d be able to keep him for more than a week!”

Sirius follows your lead and stands with you, “Is that a challenge I hear, love?”

“Don’t call me love and lump me in with the rest of the girls you’ve snogged.” You snarled at Sirius, feeling the anger coursing through your veins as the emotion changed your skin into a flushed color. “Take it however you want to take it, as long as you know that I’m right in the end.”

A smirk paints his handsome features when he places a hand beneath his chin, appearing deep in thought when he tells you, “Alright then, love, challenge accepted.”

Several whistles were heard coming from James and Peter while Remus just gave both you and Sirius a look of concern, “Sirius, I don’t think this is such a good idea.”

You hold out a hand to Remus, “It’s okay Rem, I can handle whatever this arse throws at me.”

You watch as the smirk widens on Sirius’ face before he proudly declares, “If I can’t keep Melinda by my side for a full month, then you win and I have to do your every bidding for two months.”

You lift your eyebrows in question, already liking the prospect of this bet, “And if I end up losing by some slim chance?

Sirius flashes you one of his famous shit eating grin before answering you, “You have to go up to Severus Snape and snog him.”

You freeze at the thought of kissing the infamous Slytherin, feeling your back stiffen when you turn around and look at the table where Severus sat with Lily Evans.

Lily was talking animatedly about something as Severus merely nods at her, still picking at his mashed potatoes as James groaned at the sight of him, “I feel sorry for you, [Name]. Snape is so greasy, and- ugh! That fool has no right to be in the presence of Lily like that!”

“Shut up Potter, no one wants to hear about your pathetic crush on her.” You grit your teeth and look at Sirius, feeling your annoyance strengthen at the look of pure amusement in his grey eyes.

“Fine, it’s a deal. I accept this bet, but only because I know I’ll win!” You take Sirius’ hand and give it a shake, “After all, you’re not one to be the monogamous type, Black.”

His smirk simply widens at your proclamation, “We’ll see about that, love.”

{…}

You felt sick to your stomach at what was to come.

For the following weeks that made up the bet, you saw Melinda Evers falling deeper and deeper in love with Sirius. Throughout the Gryffindor halls, you would catch Sirius and the girl together, exchanging quick kisses while holding hands, seeming to be in a whole different world of their own when they were together.

How lovey-dovey they appeared was absolutely sickening to you-

And it was achingly clear that you lost the bet.

There relationship had lasted the entire month, which was what brought you to the Dining Hall as you searched for Severus Snape. While you were walking around the area, you could feel all of the Marauder’s eyes on your back, knowing that they were whispering triumphantly amongst one another.

“I can’t believe [Name] is going to do this!”

“I feel bad for her, but at the same time, this is pretty hilarious.”

You only heard James and Peter’s voice, wincing as their laughter seemed to get louder when you spotted Severus with Lily on the far end of the dining area.

Wiping the sweat from the palm of your hands, you clear your throat and shakily call out, “U-Uhm, Severus?”

Your voice catches the attention of Lily and Severus Snape, and upon seeing you reaching their table, Lily’s green eyes begin to flash with uncertainty, “[Name], what brings you here?”

You nervously twirl at the ends of your hair, “N-No reason at a-all. I-I was just w-wondering if I c-could have a minute alone with S-Severus?”

Lily’s reaction was automatic when she hangs on to his arm, “I don’t think you should-“

“It’s fine, Lily. I’ll be okay. Let her say whatever she needs to say and be done with it.” Severus interrupts her, making the redhead gaze at him with a look of concern, “W-well, if you’re okay with it…”

“I am.”

Taking his answer as all the confirmation she needed, Lily gives you a nod before gathering her books. Only when she leaves was when you were brave enough to sit down on the seat next to him. “Uhm, hello, s-so-“

“Did Potter put you up for this?” You felt your stomach twist with guilt as you shamefully looked away from him. “I…I-I’m sorry. It was just something…something they wanted me to do because I lost this stupid game…”

“And pray tell what they wanted now?” Severus faces you with his nostrils flared in absolute anger, “Did they know that I would never hit a girl? Is that why they sent you to me, just so that you could freely torture me and get away with it?!”

You shake your head and place a gentle hand on his cheek, earning a wince from him. Seeing his features clearly now, you realize that Severus could have the potential to be incredibly handsome if he knew how to properly take care of himself.

His hair was oily as it fell beneath his chin, further hindering his sharp appearance as his pale skin were dotted with various amounts of acne and acne scars. Your hands linger a bit on his damp cheek before sliding down to his lips, “Forgive me, Severus. Just let me do this one thing, as an apology and a wish for you to finally have some form of happiness in your life.”

Without another word, you close your eyes and lean in closer to him.

{…}

The Marauders had been keeping an eye on [Name] during her whole interaction with Snape, with Peter and James being the most vocal about it.

Remus could sense that something was amiss with Sirius when [Name] began touching Severus’s face. Being the only one who knew the truth behind Sirius’ bet with [Name], Remus gives his friend a nervous nudge, “Sirius, you have to stop [Name]. If you don’t want to lose her, you’ve got to act now and tell her the truth.”

Even though Remus had warned him, Sirius was much too prideful to stop himself from making that stupid bet with [Name]. All the girls he had dated and snogged had all been a ruse; all he wanted was to get that damn girl to finally look at him and see him as someone that was worthy of her love.

He just wanted to make her jealous; he didn’t think she would despise his lame attempts at making her jealous and take the words of his bet to heart.

So when Sirius saw the young girl he’s been pining for since first year lean even closer to Severus, he ignores his group of friends and begins striding toward her.

He’d be damned if he let Snape take away the girl who held his heart.

{…}

“You- what do you think you’re doing?!”

Your lips had just barely touched Severus when you were suddenly ripped away from him. With your head spinning, you were aware of how your back was suddenly pressed against a broad chest, making you look up in response. Finally seeing the person who held you, you gasp, realizing that Sirius was glaring down at Severus, “Sorry, looks like you’re out of luck. Find some other girl to snog, this princess is mine.”

“H-HEY! SINCE WHEN WAS I YOUR PRINCESS?! AND PUT ME DOWN!” Both boys ignore your outburst, and you heard Severus scoff before picking up his own books, “Fine. Take that wretched wench out of my sights and back to the hellhole that she came from.”

“OI, APOLOGIZE TO [NAME] THIS INSTANT!” You stop Sirius from lunging at Severus, keeping a hand on his chest when you shoved him away from the table, “Leave him alone! This is all your fault to begin with!”

You purposely block Sirius each time he wanted to grab Severus, giving him no choice but to admit defeat when he slumps over in defeat. Only when the young Slytherin disappears from your sight do you finally step away from Sirius. “Why do you have to be such an arse?”

“And why do you have to be so goddamn oblivious?” Sirius pulls you to his chest, making you look deeply into his eyes for a brief second before he pulls you with him. “Come with me.”

“Y-You jerk! Let go of me! Where’s Melinda??? I swear if you don’t- ah!” When Sirius breaks out into a run, you stopped your complaints as you tried to keep up with him without falling over.

Sirius Black, what the ever loving FUCK?!

{…}

When he reaches the Gryffindor’s commons area, the young man had stopped so suddenly that [Name] ended up landing on his back. He feels her added weight and smiles down at her, “Feeling comfortable?”

She glares at him (making him fall for her fiery personality even more) before pushing her body off of his back, “Don’t get so cocky, it was because you stopped so suddenly! Now tell me, what happened between you and Melinda?”

He shrugs before admitting, “She’s just a friend. I made her act like we were lovers for the duration of the month. In return for her doing this for me, I would set her up with Lucius Malfoy.”

Sirius swore that he would never get tired of the angry blush that always painted [Name’s] skin whenever she was particularly frustrated with him. “Are you kidding me?! Then that means-“

Unable to control himself, Sirius pulls the girl even closer to him, capturing her unsuspecting lips in a sweet kiss. He hears her involuntarily moan against him, the sound making him smile when he pulls away from her, “I was afraid that you were never going to catch on, so I had to do something in order to get you to see me as someone that wasn’t just a brother to you.”

[Name’s] eyes seemed to have a hazy (yet dreamlike) quality to them, making Sirius want to kiss her even more when he softly admits, “I adore how you aren’t afraid to speak your mind, that’s why I want you to belong to no one else but me. So what do you say?”

She closes her eyes as a wide smile paints her features. Stepping closer to him, [Name] wraps her arms around his back before placing a kiss against his chest, “You do know that this goes both ways, right? I’ll be yours, only under the condition that I be the only woman in your life from this point on.”

Sirius chuckles and frames her face with his hands, leaning in to kiss her forehead before reassuring her, “But of course. And I wouldn’t want it any other way, for your love is to die for.”

[end]

Originally posted by nellaey

deancas drunk/fake relationship au

The first kiss is kind of a joke.

Castiel is at Charlie’s party and some guy is making fun of him for wearing a flower-print shirt, of all things.

“What are you, gay?” The guy asks, mockingly.

Castiel draws himself up and says, “Yes, I am.” He looks around and finds Dean, who he knows, but not that well, quite near him. He reaches out and grabs Dean by the elbow, because he’s had a few drinks and it seems like a good idea. “And this is my boyfriend. If you don’t leave me alone he’s gonna kick your ass.”

This is your boyfriend?” The guy asks disbelieving, taking in Dean’s sturdy boots, his old jeans, his plaid jacket, his broad shoulders. 

“Yes!” Castiel insists, “Look, see,” He leans forward and presses a chaste kiss to Dean’s mouth. He knows it’s risky, he might get punched in the face. He’ll probably get yelled at, at the very least. He just hopes that Dean has enough mercy to wait until this guy is out of earshot.

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Jefferson/reader - Part one

So I’m super nervous because this is my very first Hamilton story and my first time venturing into x reader POV so I hope it is okay!

So a special thanks to @musicalmoriarty because without her chats this story would never have existed. We have been bouncing ideas off of each other and I’m happy to say this is the beginning of the story we came up with. Thank you for your kind words and encouragement through my crazed writing process. I’m looking forward to everything you are working on that we have chatted about.

Also thank you to @daveedish @ourforgottenboleros @imaginebeinghamiltrash @insane-hamilton-imagines @butlinislin @onlytolive @notthrowingawaymyfood @diggs4life for writing some of my favorite stories and inspiring me to want to do something myself. 😍

Anyways on to the story. I hope everyone likes it, constructive critism is always welcome. Like I said it’s my first go and I want to improve as I write part 2 of this story. 💖💖

Time: Modern college AU
Pairing: Jefferson/Reader

Part one:


“…you really think you’re something don’t you? You are just an orphan that got lucky, don’t forget that. Maybe you need to be reminded that you are nothing without Washington behind you,” Thomas sneered with his signature cocky grin.

Alexander angrily pressed his finger to Jefferson’s chest and snarled, “Let me tell you something, you piece of…” just then he feels a hand on his shoulder.

“Alex he isn’t worth your time, let it go,” you say with icy calmness. You had arrived just to stop Alexander from doing something he probably would never regret.

“Thanks (y/n),” Alexander mumbled as he backed off and began to stalk back to his seat.

“You know Jefferson…,” you say silkily as you drew closer to him, “ That is some big talk for someone such as yourself. You know since you have been riding on your last name and your inheritance your whole life.”

The smirk fell off of Jefferson’s face for a moment and his eyes narrowed. Alexander turned around and whispered, “Oh shit.”

Within seconds Jefferson bolstered and smiled sweetly as he said, “Cette bouche semblerait plus attrayante enroulée autour de mon sexe au lieu de défendre cet imbécile.” (That mouth of your’s would look much more attractive wrapped around my cock instead of defending this imbecile.)

You gasp sharply at his words and he looks at you with that damn smirk. You hear Alexander angrily clammering over his seat to come to your defense. He knew exactly what Jefferson had said since he was fluent in French. That was Jefferson’s game, to disrespect you to bait Alexander back into a fight. Alexander went to rush past you and was swiftly stopped by your arm extending out in front of him. Rage was filling your eyes now and your lips were pursed into a tight line. You could hear Jefferson and Madison laughing at the display in front of them.

“Je ne serais pas près de vote bite pour tout l'argent dans le monde, petite chienne,” you bit out. (I wouldn’t come near your cock for all the money in the world, little bitch.)

Jefferson made a strangled sound of surprise as you spoke. His laughter died quickly at your words and he looked at you wide eyed. Alexander looked at you with awe and was trying not to laugh. Jefferson looked like he wanted to sink into the floor. He then turned quickly and went to go to his seat. Madison just stood there and stared at you with what looked like a mix of shock and admiration before taking his seat next to Jefferson.

“Damn (y/n), that was ice cold. I’m impressed,” Alexander whispered.

“Well he deserved it! I can’t believe he would say something like that! I mean we all know he is an ass but that was over the top even for him.” You angrily got your notebook and pencils out of your bag.

Alexander noticed you absentmindedly growling a string of profanity under your breath and smirked. You fit into his group of friends perfectly. Ever since you had been assigned to be partners freshman year for a history assignment you were fast friends. It didn’t take long for you to become a sister to Hercules, John, Lafayette, and himself. He couldn’t wait until the guys found out about this, their reactions would be fantastic. Jefferson would definitely want to watch his back after this, Hercules was not going to be pleased. He was the most protective of (y/n). He heard you swear again and looked over.

“Damn it!” You had been so distracted and angry that you had snapped the tip of your pencil off. Alexander chuckled and handed you a spare. “Thanks,” you mutter embarrassed.

“You know (y/n) I know you are mad but you don’t have to take it out on innocent writing utensils,” Alexander laughed.

“Shut it Ham, it’s all his damn fault. Ugh. Just look at him up there in that magenta sweater,” you said as you glanced over your shoulder.

Jefferson sat there and seemed to be in a really heated conversation with Madison. He glanced up and your eyes met. You notice his eye widen slightly. You mustered up a smirk that could rival his own. He quickly looked down. You whip around in your seat and felt smug. He was flustered. Good.


“That went well Thomas,” Madison said as he sat in his seat.

Thomas was at his desk looking confused and staring off into space. He didn’t acknowledge Madison’s comment, he was too busy replaying what had happened with you in his mind. Why had he said that to you? He was so distracted by wanting to burn Hamilton that he hadn’t considered that you would understand him. Sure he thought there was the off chance that you knew a few French words here or there, but never that you were fluent.

“Thomas!”

“What James!” Thomas hissed.

“So (y/n) speaks French.”

“I noticed,” Thomas snapped.

At that moment he looked up and saw Hamilton handing you a pencil and laughing about something. (Y/n) glanced over her shoulder and he sucked in a breathe and his eyes widened. The rage in her eyes burned him and then came the smirk. A smirk that felt like a punch in the gut. He looked down at his desk quickly.

“What have I done?” Thomas whispered.

“What was that?” James asked with his eyebrow raised.

“Nothing…nothing,” Thomas said as he pulled out his cell phone.

“Sure whatever you say man.”

Jefferson grunted in response and unlocked his phone and created a new message.


Thomas: 1:40pm -Are you busy after class?-

Gil: 1:41pm -Non, but I have class until 7-

Thomas: 1:41pm -That’s fine. It’s important. Meet me in the library. Usual spot.-


Jefferson put his phone down and once again became lost in thought. He wasn’t interested in class today; not anymore. Madison made no comment on this and started taking notes when the professor began speaking. He was pulled out of his reverie when his phone lit up with a new message from Gil. He opened the message and winced slightly.


Gil: 1:50pm -Do I even want to know what you’ve done now mon ami? I’ve got 3 angry texts from (y/n) and I didn’t feel like opening the messages from Alex.-


Jefferson stared at the message for a few minutes trying to figure out the best way to respond. He huffed and sent a reply.


Thomas: 1:53pm -Non, I doubt you do, but I need to talk to you about something really important. Will you still be in the library?-

Gil: 1:55pm -Oui-


The rest of the class passed quickly for everyone. Alexander was itching to get out of class with (y/n) to fill in the rest of the group what had happened.

You were torn between wanting to tell the guys or downplay it and talk to Angelica instead.

“Hey (y/n) all the guys are meeting up for lunch, they are really concerned about what happened with Jefferson,” Alexander commented as class was about to end.

You roll your eyes. As proud as you were of putting Jefferson in his place you didn’t exactly want to deal with Herc being overprotective. You thought about Jefferson’s  reaction to when you looked at him and how quickly he had looked down. He almost looked ashamed. You scoffed, there is no way that pompous asshole felt bad for what he had said. He had looked rather proud of himself for the comment. He was just upset because you had made a fool of him and emasculated him in front of a crowd. No doubt word of that will be spread around the university rather quickly. You smirked at the thought of that.

“Yeah, yeah I know Alex. I don’t see why they are so concerned. I effectively silenced him.”

“I’ll say. The dick didn’t say a single word the entire class. He didn’t even try to argue with me when I stated my points to Professor Jackson. You did quite a number on him for sure.”


As everyone gathered their things and began to leave the class you steeled yourself in case Jefferson had anything else to say as you left class. You watched him stand, grab his bag and all but run out the door refusing to even look your direction. Madison wasn’t far behind.

“Did you see that (y/n)? He ran out of there like a puppy with his tail between his legs,” Alexander laughed as you made your way through the halls. “Oh shit I forgot, I told Eliza I would meet her after her music class. I will meet you in the courtyard. Usual table with the guys?”

“Yeah sounds goods,” you say but he is already running the opposite way. You smile as you walk toward the courtyard to claim your usual table. This was going to be an interesting afternoon.

Girls Day

So I did a thing… This idea just popped into my head, and this spilled out. Enjoy!! 

(Feyre POV)

I glanced down at the outfit I was currently wearing, wondering if it would be suitable for whatever plans Mor had in mind for girls day. My sweater dress, should be warm enough if there were any outdoor activities, but also nice enough for anything more upscale. She wouldn’t even hint at what we were going to do today, so this was the best I could do under the circumstances.

Mor had been blabbering on and on about today for the past few weeks. She had decided that while Rhys, Cassian, and Az went on their annual drunken holiday, that us girls would have fun too. She had even gotten Amren to agree to attend, how I still didn’t know.

Rhys had left this morning with his brothers, and while I missed him already I knew that this time would be good for him, good for us. We had agreed not to communicate using the bond for this weekend, if we could help it. Being separated from my mate had me a little anxious, if I was honest with myself, and I was actually glad that Mor had invented girls day, if nothing else it would be a distraction.

It turned out that Mor had surprised us all. We spent the day on a boat cruising down the Sidra, it was absolutely perfect, that was until it came time for dinner. We had docked near the Rainbow, and the view was absolutely stunning, as we all sat down for dinner. It had been an absolutely beautiful day, full of laughter and just girl talk. My cheeks actually hurt from laughing so much, even Nesta and Amren looked like they were having fun, which was a rare feat to accomplish and I knew that Mor was proud of herself.

Just as my plate was sat in front of me, a feeling of nausea rolled through me so strong, that it was a wonder I managed to stay up right. Standing, suddenly I turned away from the table and ran to railing of the boat, just barely making it in time to empty the contents of my stomach into the pristine water of the Sidra bellow.

“Feyre! Feyre… are you okay?” Mor was instantly by my side, grabbing my hair out of my face. Nesta, grabbed my arm and guided me to a nearby chair, while Amren stood back and surveyed me with her piercing silver eyes.

“I’m fine. I feel better now.” It was the truth, the nausea had gone as quickly as it started. Mor nodded, “Good. Perhaps it was the rocking of the boat, or the wine.” I nodded my head in response, but knew that was not the cause. The boat was barely moving, and I hadn’t had any wine today.

“Well, if you’re feeling better, is it okay if we eat? Because I’m starving.” Nesta asked from beside me. I smiled at my sister,  as she stood and grabbed her plate from the table bringing it over to where we were sitting near the railing. As soon as the smell of her food wafted into the air around me, that feeling was back, quickly I turned again and vomited over the side of the boat.

Mor frowned at me. “Perhaps we should get you home Feyre, it doesn’t look like you’re getting better.” I nodded again, unable to speak as my brain focused on keeping the contents of my stomach inside me. Amren grabbed Nesta, and Mor took my hand as we winnowed to the townhouse. Winnowing made the nausea so much worse, as soon as we landed, I emptied my stomach all over the hardwood floors. Mor cursed beside, me as her hands grabbed at my face checking me for fever.

“You don’t feel warm. How do you feel? Does anything hurt?”

No nothing hurt… and now like before I felt fine. The feeling of sickness having passed once again.

“I feel fine.”

“Feyre… you don’t look fine.” As she finished talking Amren and Nesta walked in the front door. “Are you okay?” Nesta asked me concern lacing her voice.

“I… I think so. I feel fine now.” Amren narrowed her eyes at me, but remained silent. We spent the next few minutes lounging on the couches in the living room talking, when Mor disappeared into the the kitchen and reappeared with desserts and tea.

“Oh thank goodness, I’m so hung…” My voice cut off as nausea once again grabbed hold of me. Nesta grabbed a nearby vase, and handed it to me just in time. This was getting ridiculous, I felt tears form in my eyes, and quickly wiped them away.

“Perhaps we should call for a healer.” Nesta whispered to Mor. “No I’m all right, really” I insisted, though I knew they didn’t believe me, they remained silent on the issue, and continued to talk a amongst themselves.

Rhys….  I called down the bond.

Fey — re. He dragged out the syllables of my name, his mental voice slurred slightly, with a hint of surprise. Right, he had spent the entire day drinking, and we weren’t supposed to be communicating with the bond. When I didn’t respond I felt a wave of panic, before I heard him.

Is.. are… you hurt?

I’m fine Rhys, go back to your fun. I shouldn’t have bothered you.

You’re never a bother, Feyre darling. His mental voice purred. I smiled, but was suddenly hit by another wave of sickness. I could feel Rhys worry, and realized that he must have felt it through me.

I’ll be right there. Was all I heard before, the room was filled with the smell of alcohol and three drunk Illyrians.

Multiple things happened at once. Cassian and Az were lying on the ground cursing at Rhys, who from the scene in front of us, had apparently not informed his brothers of his choice in sudden departure. Mor, Amren, and Nesta had jumped up from were they were lounging in shock at their sudden appearance.

The noise… smell… and commotion caused me to once again feel queasy, and I grabbed for the vase, vomiting once more. When I was finished I looked up to into the Violet eyes of my mate that were studying me from across the room.

Rhys had not moved since arriving, he stood unnaturally still, his eyes were widened, pupils dilated. The once noisy room was now quiet, as everyone starred between the two of us.

“What the hell Rhys!” Cassian screamed as he pushed up from the ground. “You could warn us next time…” Azril drawled as he crossed the room, giving Mor a quick kiss on the cheek. “Yeah!” Cassian added as he glared at Rhys, who completely ignored all of them, his eyes still locked on mine, body unmoving.

Rhys… I timidly voiced through the bond, but was surprised to discover that his end of the bond had been sealed against me. Odd…

“Rhys?” This time I said his name out loud. It seemed to break him out of whatever trance he had been in, as he closed the distance between us stopping only a few feet away. His violet eyes never once leaving mine.

“Will someone please tell me what the” Cassian drawled rather loudly, abruptly being cut off as Amren shushed him, casting a look that promised violence if he didn’t shut his drunk mouth. It seemed that even in his current state Cassian knew better than to mess with our small friend, and promptly closed his gaping mouth, crossing his arms in front of his chest like a scorned child.

Suddenly Rhys turned taking a defensive stance in front of me and growled at the occupants of the room, his wings shooting out protectively hiding me from view. I noticed that the members of our inner circle instinctively flinched backwards, everyones face one of confusion except for Amren who looked amused.

“Rhys darling, what in the world are you doing?” I asked my voice lighthearted and playful. A snarl was the only response that I received, effectively telling me to stay quiet. “Okay, you need to calm down, I’m fine.” My voice displayed more annoyance this time, but Rhys still did not relax his stance in front of me.

Rhys what the hell are you doing? Calm down I’m not in danger, I’m just sick.

The slight tensing of the muscles of his jaw, was the only indication that he heard me. A sigh escaped my lips. Stupid territorial Fae males.  

Suddenly Rhys turned towards me, his wings spread out behind him blocking my view of our inner circle, who were no doubt gawking at their High Lord’s ridiculousness right now. His eyes scanned over me, assessing my condition. I’m fine Rhys. I sent down the bond while offering him a small smile.

His eyes locked on the porcelain vase in my lap. You are obviously not fine, darling. He shot back causing me to roll my eyes. Rhys please, I think I can handle a little stomach bug after everything we have been through. Just relax.

His nostrils flared as he responded. I can’t… His mental voice sounded strained.

What do you mean you can’t?

I just…

“Are you guys doing that mind talky talky talk right now? Because if not then this is just awkward.” Cassian bellowed into the dead silence of the room. I heard someone smack him across the arm, probably Mor or Nesta, most likely Nesta.

Wisps of darkness, started curling around my mate, as his facial features scrunched together. Feyre, I need to get you out of here. Rhys pleaded into my mind. I narrowed my eyes at him, my lips forming a hard line. No, you’re overreacting, you drunk ass, stop it.

I watched as his fingers curled into a tight fist, but he lowered his wings, stepping beside me as he turned and faced the room, his eyes still didn’t stop watching me as he addressed everyone.

“Sorry, I don’t know what came over me.” Amren’s smirk widened as she glanced between us, almost like she knew…

“Amren” Her eyes snapped to mine, the smirk still plastered across her face, as she raised an eyebrow in question. “Tell us” was all I said. She had the nerve to look confused by my question, but I only hardened my stare at her.

“Tell us what?” Cassian blurted. “I don’t think she meant us, us I think she meant them us” Az corrected pointing a finger between Rhys and I. “Ohh… I still don’t get it” Cassian slurred.

“Shut up you stupid drunks” Amren mumbled, “Isn’t it obvious what’s going on here.” She looked at me then at Rhys. “No” Rhys responded dryly. “Ugh, it really is very simple. Feyre is sick, Rhys is being an overprotective ass for no reason.” Amren paused waiting for us to say something, but she was met by a room full of blank stares, until Rhys suddenly took a step back so hard that he slammed into the wall behind us.

“No!”

Amren smiled at him, “Yes” she responded. I watched as my mate fell to his knees in front of me and started crying. Crying! What the hell was going on?

“Rhys, Amren! What?” I couldn’t form the words… Rhys what is it, what’s wrong. I sent down the bond as a I knelt down beside him grabbing his face. When his eyes locked onto mine I realized that they were bright, vibrant full of happiness as he smiled down at me.

You’re pregnant darling, were going to be parents. Rhys voice caressed the bond, along with an overwhelming sense of love, shock, and awe. Rhys lips were suddenly upon my cheek kissing away tears I hadn’t even realized were falling, as my mind replayed those words. Parents… a Mom, I was going to be a Mom. Are you happy darling? Rhys asked as he placed his forehead against mine, his smile never once leaving his face.

I smiled back at him, true and genuine I’m beyond happy Rhys. He pulled me into his arms then kissing me fiercely.

“What the hell is going on!” Cassian yelled, as Rhys growled and winnowed us to our room. Tomorrow we could tell them tomorrow.

Lull Me To Sleep

Title: Lull Me To Sleep

Summary: After a few long and exhausting days, you find the time to relax next to Dean.

Author: deanssweetheart23

Characters: Dean Winchester x reader

Word count: 401 (this is the shortest thing I’ve ever written and I’m proud)

Warnings: So much fluff.

Author’s Note: So, I know I said I’ll be sort of silent for the next few days but I spent the whole day at my friend’s University today -yes, there’s Wi-Fi there- and after a conversation with my amazing twin @ravengirl94 (yes, again) I decided to write this cute little drabble.

Originally posted by smartiespn

Sleepiness weighted at your eyelids as you finally managed to find your plane seat, Dean’s firm hand holding yours, fingers intertwined soundly together.

“Ugh, why can’t people just teleport ourselves everywhere?” you grounded out, nose scrunched up in annoyance. “It would make everything so much simpler.”

The eldest Winchester let out a laugh at that, and you turned to look at him, brows slanted, lips pursed together in a way that warned him he should not push you any further unless he had a death wish.

“What?”

“Nothing.” He chuckled, that gorgeous smile of his lighting his entire face up, green eyes traveling from your orbs to your nose to your lips. “You’re just pretty adorable when you’re all grumpy.”

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who do you like? - Isaac Lahey one shot *fluff*

Originally posted by fearlesshadow

Summary: Sometimes, you just want to eat your breakfast in peace. That includes not having your crush interrogate you about your unremarkable love life. 

Pairing: Isaac Lahey x reader

Rating: Teen for mild swearing, kissing


“Who do you like?”

I looked up from my cereal, my next spoonful suspended in midair.

“Wha?” The sound came out muffled against my mouthful of Cap’n Crunch.

“Who do you like?” Isaac reiterated. “You know, like out of the guys.”

I narrowed my eyes in skepticism, alarmed by his sudden query.

“…why do you want to know?”

He shrugged. “I was just wondering.”

Isaac rhythmically tapped his fingers on the table, his other hand propping his head up. His eyes twinkled in curiosity.

I’d woken up not even ten minutes ago, barely managing to drag my groggy form out of bed. I wouldn’t have even left the warm, cushiony softness had it not been for my agonizing hunger. I just wanted some food, opting for a bowl of cereal instead of trying to assemble an actual meal. That’s the kind of simple, minimal-level effort I intended to exert this morning. And now Isaac was asking me questions and making me think. That counts as effort.

“I don’t like anyone,” I brushed off indifferently.

“Yes, you do,” Isaac rolled his eyes.

“Um, no, I don’t,” I protested.

I was lying through my teeth.

The truth is, I actually did like a boy, a rather tall boy with curly hair and soulful eyes. He was currently sitting across from me, interrogating me about other boys, completely oblivious to the fact that he was the only boy I ever thought about.

But Isaac Lahey was way too good for me and I’d accepted that fact a long time ago. I was just a human, a mere speck compared to him and all his werewolf powers and golden heart.

“I know for a fact that you like someone,” Isaac continued, still prodding into my nonexistent love life. “Why else would you have turned Aiden down last week?”

“Are you serious? The only reason Aiden even hit on me was to make Lydia jealous,” I scoffed. “They have their little games, you know?”

Isaac nodded thoughtfully. To be honest, I was surprised he even kept up with Aiden’s activities. He still hated his guts from the bike prank.

“Fine. Then what about that other guy, Marco? He asked you to prom and you said no.”

“Oh, yeah.” I chuckled. “Marco was cute.”

Isaac’s lip turned up slightly, resembling something between a grimace and a snarl. His shoulders also seemed to elevate with tension.

“If he’s so cute, then why did you reject him?” he grumbled. “Oh, I’ll tell you why. It’s because you like someone else.”

“Back up, Lahey. I rejected him because I don’t want to go to prom.”

With anyone but you, dummy.

“Well, why not? It could be fun. The theme sounds cool, Frozen and all. Plus, everyone else is going…”

“Are you going?” I interrupted, annoyed by his persistence.

Isaac frowned. “I’m not sure yet.”  

“Why not? It could be fun. The theme… something about Frozen…” I mocked, imitating him from earlier.

He grinned, shaking his head. “What, you don’t like Frozen?”

I sighed dramatically. “I can’t get into that right now.”

“Okay, then,” Isaac amusedly snorted. “So, why aren’t you going, then? Is it because you’re waiting for the guy you like to ask you instead?”

“No,” I whined. “I’m not waiting for anyone. I don’t like anyone. Besides, even if I did, they wouldn’t ask me.”

“What?” Isaac reeled back, affronted for some reason. “What are you talking about? Why not?”

“Why would they?” I mumbled quietly. However, Isaac’s werewolf hearing preceded me.

“[y/n], are you serious? You’re like the nicest person I’ve ever met,” Isaac said incredulously. Then, he looked down, following softly, “Plus, you’re really pretty.”

I choked on my cereal, feeling my cheeks turn crimson from embarrassment. Why did Isaac have to be so nice? He made it so hard to get over him.

“You don’t mean that,” I objected, flustered. “You’re just saying that because you’re my friend and you have to say it.”

“Okay, first of all, I don’t have to say anything. I don’t go around telling Lydia or Malia they’re pretty.” Isaac blushed. “And even if we weren’t friends, I’m still a guy.”

“So?”

So, I notice things. We all do. You should hear some of the things the pack says about you,” Isaac huffed, his fists clenching on the tabletop.

“What?” I piped. “You guys talk about me? Ugh, what did you say?”

My heart raced with anxiety. The other guys talked about me. And around Isaac, too. They probably all complained about my being annoying and useless, or maybe they all thought I was ugly and Isaac had agreed.

“Well, Scott thinks you have great legs. He won’t shut up about your legs.” My eyes widened into saucers. Well, that was unexpected. Especially since I always thought my features paled in comparison to Allison’s.

Isaac suddenly leaned back in his chair and looked down under the table. I was confused until I realized he was staring at my bare legs.

“Hey!” I giggled, kicking his sock-covered foot. “Stop that.”

He put his hands up defensively.

“Sorry, sorry, I had to.” Isaac smirked. “Stiles agrees, by the way. Stiles also said you had a nice ass.”

My jaw dropped involuntarily. “Seriously?”

“Oh yeah. And when we train, Derek even checks you out. That guy really appreciates a pair of yoga pants,” Isaac stated matter-of-factly.

“Oh my god.”

My head dropped pathetically into folded arms. While under, I heard the scuffle of chair legs against the wooden floor. Below, I saw Isaac’s knees appear next to mine.

“I don’t know even know what to say to that,” I groaned into my elbow, turning away from him.

“You wanna know what I said?”

“No?”

Isaac tapped my knee. I looked up at him, my breath catching when I realized his face was only inches away from mine.

“I told them all to stop,” he confessed. His eyes seemed bluer, more open than usual as they stared into mine.

“Why would you do that?” I whispered, not trusting my own voice. I wasn’t eager to hear him complain that he was sick of other people talking about me.

“Because,” Isaac began, using one large hand to sweep my hair over my shoulder, foiling my ploy to hide my face. “It makes me mad when they talk about you like that.”

My mouth suddenly felt really dry. His words, his touch–it was all too much. 

“Why?” I whimpered.

Isaac scooted his chair closer, gripping my knees and turning me towards him. I nervously wrung my hands together. Being this close to Isaac always made me jittery.

“Because I like you.”

I froze.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked dumbly, not even trusting my senses at this point. If Isaac Lahey just said he liked me, then this was all a dream and pretty soon I would wake up, alone and frustrated.

Isaac merely chuckled, unfazed by my tactless response.

“It means I like you. It means I want us to be together.”

Fuck you, dream, you cruel bitch.

“I think this is a dream,” I blurted awkwardly. “A very vivid dream. Like, really lucid.”

Isaac leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest. He raised an eyebrow, smirking. “You dream of me often?”

“No…”

“Because that’d be really hot.”

I gulped. Dream Isaac was never this bold. My subconscious couldn’t have imagined this fire in his eyes even if it tried.  

“Wait, so this is real?”

“As real as it gets.”

“So… you really do like me?”

Isaac nodded. “However, you just told me you don’t like anyone, so I guess I need to try to change your mind. You know, court you, win you over, woo you…”

His words elicited a shiver that went up my spine, electrifying nerves all along my arms and legs. My body moved of its own accord, leaning in closer to Isaac.

“Oh? How are you going to do that?”

“I was thinking maybe I’d kiss you,” Isaac breathed, reaching over to cup my jaw, brushing my cheek with his thumb. He edged closer, his knees bumping into mine.

“Yeah, you could try that,” I murmured.

With that, my eyelids fluttered closed as Isaac’s pressed his lips to mine. He was soft, yet firm as he kneaded my mouth, stealing my breath as a gasp escaped me. I arched closer, tangling a fist into his curls and tugged. He moaned deeply in response, the vibrations prompting me to hum contentedly against his mouth. His lips were slightly sticky and tasted sweet from the waffles he’d consumed earlier. I couldn’t help when my tongue flicked out to absorb more of the taste, the action evoking Isaac to snake out his own.

He was so warm and so skilled, even more so that I’d imagined. I clung to his shoulder, gripping the material of his knit sweater as our tongues intermingled, teasing and tasting. Too enraptured in the kiss, I hadn’t even noticed the palm that was now rubbing my thigh, inching higher and higher.

I finally broke away, panting for air. We stared at each other as our chests heaved in unison. Isaac’s hand still rested on my thigh, mine still clasping his shoulder.

“Well, I definitely feel wooed,” I announced.

“Me too, actually.”

I laughed out loud, flushing at his compliment.

“Thanks for the support,” I joked. I looked down at his hand on my thigh and absentmindedly brushed my fingers along the back.

“Anytime.” I could hear the smile in his voice. I giggled in response and tangled my fingers with his.

“Oh crap, I almost forgot!”

I looked up at him, brows furrowed in confusion.

“What?”

Sitting up straight, he took my hand in both of his. He exhaled slowly and grinned mischievously. 

“Will you go to prom with me?”

I blinked, dumbfounded by his sudden proposition. Damn, all of this before 9 a.m.

“Isaac, I’d literally go anywhere with you.”

His grin disappeared, mouth parting slightly.

“Wow. I… yeah, same,” he shyly smiled, rubbing the back of his neck. “So, that’s a yes, then?”

I beamed at him. All I’d wanted from this day was a bowl of cereal, and I somehow ended up with the boy of my dreams. I’m so glad I slept for ten hours and woke up starving because I wouldn’t have come down for breakfast otherwise.

I grabbed the sides of Isaac’s face and tugged him forward, connecting his lips to mine. Pulling away, I rested my forehead against his, giddy and satisfied.

“It’s a yes.”

Betrothed Pt.1

Summary: Another Arranged Marriage Series :3

Author’s Note: Thank You for reading! <3

Member: Kim Seokjin

Word Count: 1,884

Genre: Angst

Written By: Q. Antheia~

Originally posted by kookiemonster1997

“Princess (y/n)!” The head maid Mary boomed from across the hall. “Get back here this instant!“

You turned around and face the big women as she ran as fast as she can towards where you stood. You sighed."But Mary! I want to walk through the garden! It’s such a nice day!”

Storming up to you, she grabbed your wrist and gave it a harsh tug. “Princess! Your father is calling you! So, be an obedient child and answer his call!”

You scoffed and held back a laugh.Oh now he wants to see his wretched mistake, hm?”

Mary ignored your words and pulled you towards the room, angrily slamming it shut once the both of you were inside. She yelled out for your personal maids - whose room connected to your - to come get you ready. The three of them quickly came to your side and frantically began to open drawers upon drawers of clothing and accessories.

Raising a brow you spoke. “I can dress myself, thank you very much.” You ripped your arms from their hold and walked to the closet, picking out a simple blue silk gown with a pink sash around the waist and a elegant bow in the back that your mother attached around the waist. You smiled warmly at the dress. “I will wear this. Please find my pearls.” You told the maids. However, instead of complying with your demand, they looked straight at the head maid nervously, questioning the decision you made.

Mary spoke up.”You will not princess.”

You calmly placed the dress on my bed and crossed your arms. “Excuse me?”

She picked up your dressed and returned it to the closet, returning with a hideous dress. Something only described as a marshmallow dress. It was pink and white, with bows on the top of the chest and on the arms. The sleeves were fringed and there was a cage suppose to make your figure - more specifically your behind - look more attractive. Very uncomfortable for a visit to your father. “You will wear this pretty dress, princess.”

You cringed. “Why? What is the occasion for wearing a horrid dress like this? Is this my punishment?” You smiled a bit as my three maid snickered at your remark.

The older lady glared at the three younger ones, shutting them up for good. Her glare then turned to focus on you. “Princess. You will wear this dress even if I have to strip you naked and force it upon you.”

You unconsciously covered your chest and sighed deeply. “Fine! Gosh! Just…. ugh!”

You stood there as your maids helped you slip and fasten the dress, and accessorized you with a white choker and a diamond ring. “At least the jewelry is simple.” You murmured.

Two of the maid fixed you hair while the other applied your makeup, completing the look. You stood in front of the mirror. All you felt was despair. “I don’t look like me.”

Mary smiled softly. “(y/n). You’re beautiful.”

You shook your head. “No, I don’t. I look like a doll.”

She chuckled and led you out of the room towards your fathers throne room.

You puffed your cheeks, slouching a bit as you walked. “I don’t wanna go.” You whined again to Mary. That did nothing, but earn a slap to the small of yout back. You yelped, a mixture of surprise and pain.

“Stand up straight. Smile prettily. Remember your manners.” She stopped you before the door and observed you. She frowned and reached over, pulling the dress down a bit from the top, revealing your breasts.

“Mary!” You pulled away in shock. “I am visiting my father!”

She rolled her eyes. “Child. You’re not just visiting your father. The prince of Aestas is here.”

“And? What does this have to do with me?”

She scoffed. “Princess. Think about it.”

You stood there silently thinking before your eyes widened. “No….”

“Correct you are princess.”

You shook you head. “No, no, no, no, no. No! Mary! Please.Convince my father to not go through with this!”

She sighed and rubbed yor back. “Princess, this was bound to happen. You two have been engaged since birth.”

You narrowed your eyes at her. “Shouldn’t the engaged have a say in this?”

All she did was shake her head, leading you closer to the door and ordering the guards by it. “Announce the princess’ arrival.”

You faced her and pleaded. “Mary please! Please don’t let him do this to me.”

Sadness - no pity - sparkled in her eyes. “This is out of my control (y/n). This is your destiny. Be strong my dear. Just how I raised you, okay? Promise me.” She cupped my cheek, tears filling her eyes. “Promise the one who loves you and cares for you more than anyone else in this world. The infertile women who was blessed with the most beautiful child to care for as I would if I had my own.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat and nodded. “I-I promise, but I won’t go down without a fight Mama Mary.”

Tears flew down her cheeks, causing you to tear up as well.

“You haven’t called me Mama in ages.” She sobbed.

You wiped the tears from my eye and hugged her tightly. “Mama Mary, I love you.”

She nodded and wiped her tears away, fixing your makeup quickly and checking your appearance. She cupped your cheeks once more. “(y/n). I love you so much. Be careful. I will be in the back praying for you. Be brave.” She kissed your forehead and rushed off to join the other servants.

You  straightened my back and waited for your name to be announced.

The large doors in front of you opened wide, a bright piercing light ran past, causing me to squint. Damn chandeliers.

“The princess of Hiems, (y/n), is now entering the room! Show her your respect!” A random guard bellowed.

You slowly walked inside, back straight, hands at your sides, your figure filled with confidence. You walked straight in, facing your father and bowed respectfully waiting for him to speak first.

His eyes glance over your figure, judging you immediately like he always does. Finally he spoke. “Daughter. You’re late.”

You nodded. “I do apologize father. I have no worthy excuse for my late-.”

He waved his hand, silencing you. “I do not care.”

You clenched my jaw, waiting to hear what else he had to say to the daughter he despised.

“Enough with small talk, princess…” He never did call you by your real name. “This is prince Seokjin, of Aestas.”

Your eyes glanced over to the tall figure by his side. His hair golden blonde, plump, pink, kissable lips, wide shoulders and mainly stance. You nodded and bowed respectfully, but quickly towards him. “My pleasure your highness.”

He nodded, bowing as well. “The pleasure is all mine.” His voice sounded soft, melodic. In another life, he would’ve been an amazing musician.

You glanced back at my father, waiting for his words and so did the prince.

“You two will be wed in seven days.” He spoke bluntly, the crowd of maids, butlers and royals bursts into cheer.

Your dared to glance at the prince, his expression emotionless. I bet he doesn’t want this either.

“Father, if I may. Why the sudden engagement?” You bit the inside of my cheeks, nervous of overstepping the boundaries with your father.

His eyes flashed with anger as he muttered in a deadly tone. “You. Call. Me. Highness. Understand?”

“My apologize, your highness.”

He glanced at the both of us.”You two are being arranged to be wed for peace between the Heims and the Aestas. That is all. You two will play your duty to both kingdoms and unite them.” He fixated his deadly gaze on you. “Un.der.stand?”

You swallowed the lump in your throat and clenched my fists. Don’t go down without a fight (y/n).

“But Father! I don’t want this!” You bursted. “I will not marry him!”

You watched my father stand from his throne, walk down the few steps and lift his arm in the air. You knew what was coming, its happened many times before. You closed your eyes and braced myself for the hard slap you’ve just earned yourself. You heard the loud skin to skin contact, but when you waited for the tears and the pain to settle in, it never came.

You fearfully peeled your eyes open, curious to see if the hit just made you feel numb or if this is what it feels like to be unconscious. Instead, Your eyes were glued onto a mans back. You tilted your head and saw your betrothed standing between you and your father. His cheeks mismatched in color with the shape of my fathers palm on one red cheek. Your eyes widened in shocked.

“Prince Seokjin?” The king began. “You dare stand in the way of my punishment for my idiotic, worthless excuse of a daughter?”

You winced at his words, a sting in your heart, nothing new. Why does he always have to say these things? You took a deep breath and blinked the tears out of your eyes focusing on Seokjin.

He spoke. “It is my duty to protect my fiancée and take blame for her foolish words and actions.” He bowed at my father. “Please accept my apologizes for my fiancée .

You clenched my jaw at him. Of course. A suck up for power. Another snobby prince… who just took a slap for me. You shook your head. No (y/n). This still isn’t right…

A small smile of approval spread across your fathers face. He nodded and patted the princes shoulder. “I accept. Please control your fiancées’ words and actions. I now place the burden on your shoulders prince Seokjin of Aestas. Rise.”

You bit my lip, clenching yout fists in frustration. Why can’t I control anything?

He rose and nodded. “Our marriage will untie Hiems and Aestas together.”

The king nodded. “That is the plan.” He walked back and took his seat on the throne. “Servants and royals! You are dismissed! I wish to speak to the engaged alone!”

You watched them all leave. You looked around the room and your eyes met with Mary, her eyes filled with pity while yours filled with despair. The doors shut, making you turn your attention to the king and prince, his eyes filled with rage.

“Princess. Prince Seokjin has spared you from further punishment. However! If you dare, to speak out against my word, I will punish you severely! You will marry him! You will unite both kingdoms and you will bear his children! This is your duty as a women and a princess! If I hear any complaints from the prince, I will handle you myself! Do you understand!?”

Your body began to shake as your eyes threatened to burst into tears. You took a deep breath and whispered. “Yes, your highness.”

He nodded. “Good, you ungrateful wretch. Leave to your room!”

You quickly turned your back walking out of the doors, silent tears spilling down your cheeks. The moment the doors closed, separating the two men from you, you ran to your room and slammed it shut just so you can bawl your eyes out.

~ Queen Antheia ~

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