unable to watch this again

By my side

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Yoongi X reader

Fandom: BTS

Request: say Yoongi gets up in the middle of the night cause he randomly got an idea for a song so he goes out to the living room to work on it. And his girl comes waddling out wearing his shirt and some cute frilly panties rubbing her eyes and whining like “Teddy~” and he’s all like “Teddy wtf” and she’s like “Cause you’re my teddy bear~ And I can’t sleep without my teddy bear~“ 

Originally posted by yoongijae

In the middle of the dream you weren’t having something started to wake you up. You felt the bed shift but just assumed that your boyfriend had turned over in his sleep. You reach out to hold him closer but your arm lands on the empty bedside next to you. Your eyes start to open and of course, Yoongi’s missing. As you sit up you take notice of the bright light coming from the living room peaking out from the cracked bedroom door. When you open it you find him sitting on the couch with his laptop, typing away. Your steps cause him to look up at you.

“Teddy…” You mumbled, rubbing your eyes in front of him.

He tilts his head in confusion. He’s almost distracted by your cute attire but he tried to stay focused as he hears what you called him. Yoongi just assumed you were still half awake.

“Y/N maybe you should go back to bed-”

“No. I’m not sleeping if you aren’t. I need my teddy bear to sleep next to me.”

Yoongi’s face flushes with a pink undertone when he realizes your new nickname for him. 

“I wasn’t trying to wake you up. I just got an idea so I came out here to work.”

You reached your hand out to him.

“You can do it in our room…I just want you to be next to me.”

He nods, standing up with the laptop in one hand and using the other to hold yours as you lead him into the bedroom. He crawls back into bed, resting his back on the headboard with the laptop now in his lap. You got in next to him and rested your head next to him. Unable to fall asleep again you watched him type the words onto the document. You squinted since the screen was so bright but the more you read the words you started to notice something familiar. 

“….Is this song….about us?”

He shyly smiles. “It’s noticeable, huh?”

“I mean, to me it is but shouldn’t you write about something related to your fans or youth experiences?”

Yoongi shrugged. “I only write about things that are important to me and right now you’re the most important thing to me.”

You grew quiet.

“What is it?” He asked.

You reach for him once more. “I want to kiss you but i’m too tired to sit up again.”

“Now you sound like me.”  He laughed, leaning down to give you a light kiss. 

“Please try to go back to sleep. I’m sorry I woke you up..”

You smiled. “I will but you better not think of leaving this bed again.”

“I won’t.” He said. focusing back on his writing.


He let out another tired chuckle. “Yes, I promise.”

He continues to keep writing down all of his ideas, email them to Namjoon as well as the other lyricists at BigHit, and shuts down his laptop to set it down next to the bed. He tries to get comfortable in the bed, seeing you already fast asleep. Yoongi’s hand comes out to rest on your face, moving his thumb gently on your cheek. You winced, causing him to freeze. He was afraid he woke you up again but you just continued to lightly snore. He lets out a sigh of relief and kisses your forehead. He can finally rest for the night knowing your slight neediness for him that he found so adorable. He hoped you’d never get tired of being next to him because he planned to be there for quite a while.



The Kitchens

part xi

The sky brightened, the sky darkened, but Sirius never truly felt awake. Time slipped away in different shades, yielding days, then weeks. It was like he had become addicted to a narcotic for the sole purpose of it being ripped away, banned from his veins. And he needed it. God, did he need it. He needed Remus. He couldn’t remember living without Remus—had it really been his entire life? Had he really only met him a few months ago?

Was he really gone?

Nearly every day since Remus had walked away from him at the beach, Sirius went down to the kitchens everyday, peering longingly from behind corners, watching him work. He was not the flushed, smiling picture Sirius had seen the day he found out about the wedding. There was no laughter filtering through the sounds of the crackling fire, in fact, the warm lighting of the flames didn’t match anything about his demeanor at all. His face was shadowed, skin pale despite the heat. His fingers worked as on autopilot, with none of the passion Sirius had so often seen there. Briefly, Sirius pictured walking forward, right in front of Mrs. Potter and everyone, and taking Remus by the waist. He pictured kissing the sun right back into his skin. He could feel himself doing it. He could feel Remus’ laugh against his skin, his hands on his neck, fingers warm from the fire.

Sneaking up on me again, Black?

Unable to watch anymore, he stumbled his way to the lake. He fell into what he imagined to be the imprints of Remus’ knees, the position of grief he had found him in that night. He put his fingers into the sand, letting the grit of it cut under his nails, and looked out over the water. It was perfectly placid. There was no wind, no darting fish making ripples. Completely calm.

Sirius didn’t want to feel relief in how miserable Remus looked. He never wanted Remus to look miserable. But, still, it was a comfort, knowing he was not the only one who couldn’t breathe. In thinking this, he couldn’t decide if it was strange or to be expected that here, on the shore, he could breathe the easiest. It was the source of heartbreak. It was also the last place Remus had held him. Bittersweet. Wasn’t that what their relationship had always been? Right now it felt more bitter.


Sirius’ body showed no other sign of surprise other than perhaps his eyes becoming a bit more focused. He hadn’t heard Regulus approach, he’d barely even heard him call his name. Regulus’ sword clinked at his hip as he sat down, perfectly polished boots looking odd with the sand on them. He grabbed a handful of it, watching it slip through his fingers,

“Thought I’d find you out here.”

Sirius didn’t blink, just stared. He felt like his body was unresponsive, even to his own brain telling him to look at Regulus, to get off the stinging sandy shards, to breathe a little deeper, “Did you?”

“Well, you’ve invited me enough times.”

“Well, you’ve never accepted.”

Regulus let out a little huff that might have been a laugh, “Fair enough. Anyhow, it’s also where you use to go after mother-“

“I remember.” Sirius said a little harder, ending the conversation.

“Yes.” Regulus said after a few moments, softly, “Yes, I know you do.” Then a little more strong, “I only meant that you come out here to hide from things.”

This time Sirius did round on him, narrowing his eyes, “And you come out here to what? Find me? Save me?”

Regulus met his gaze, “They were going to kill you.”

Death is not the worst fate.” Sirius growled.

“It is for the people you leave behind.” Regulus’ mouth formed around the words like he hadn’t meant for them to come so easily.

Sirius blinked at that, his mind, for a moment, awakening again. Looking at his little brother, he suddenly saw a much younger version of Regulus: under the protection of no one but Sirius, keeping close at parties, at dinner. Running out to the lake after him despite Sirius’ protests and pressing cool water to his stinging cheeks. His chest suddenly ached so painfully that he had to arch forward, fold in on himself, as if keeping his ribcage from pressing in on him too tightly.


Regulus’ cool mask was suddenly gone, perhaps broken at the nickname. His eyebrows uncharacteristically drew together, dark eyes lightening with worry, “No, you have to listen to me, Sirius. I’m not so little anymore, I know what I’m doing. If they killed you, do you really think they would have let me ascend into power? No. The answer is no. You’re right about them, and even mother knows it deep down.” He shook his head, “So, if it makes you feel better… Just… think of it like I was saving the kingdom. Not you. But, even then…” He trailed off, seeming to rally his nerve. His voice came out almost a whisper, “Even then, you must know it was. For you, I mean.”

Sirius looked at him, feeling more beaten to a pulp by Regulus’ words than he ever had by his mother’s fist. What had he even done for Regulus, really, to deserve everything that, as he now saw, Regulus was trying to do for him? Let him follow him around? Take all of the rotten attention of their mother when, really, it had only been set on him anyway? He’d done nothing. He should say thank you. He should say anything, really. Regulus just looked back at him, eyes calm and patient, but not exactly waiting, not for words he knew might not come. The sun was low in the sky now and Sirius finally looked away, squinting into it, letting it create a throbbing behind his eyes, “I’m… realizing that.”

It was the best he could do.

It wasn’t.

Regulus sighed, very lightly, “I just…” The soft sound came again, “I hope you’ll be happy, Sirius.”

Sirius made a noise this time, only not so soft, “Not likely.”

“No,” Sirius turned back to his brother at the firm hand on his shoulder. His eyes were still calm, but blazing, “No, you could be. Right?” Sirius didn’t understand the question, “You know that. You could be.”

“What makes you think that?” Sirius snapped. Regulus was getting dangerously close to the truth: Sirius could be happy. Could have been happy. He’d had his chance.

“What makes you think otherwise?” Regulus said back, maddeningly calm.

“Because I was born into this life-”

“And he was born into his.” Sirius’ blood ran cold. Regulus pressed on, insistent, “Yet, here you both are.”

Sirius swallowed. He knew how his face must look bur Regulus was making no moves to reassure him. His eyes were as steady as ever. He could feel his heartbeat in his throat and he tried to clear it away, “How-“ He tried again, “How did…”

“I knew you had someone. You already knew that.” Regulus let his hand drop, the band around his finger with the small RB flashing delicately, “Then I saw your ring on his hand at dinner, I… I figured it was him you ran after when the brought up the wedding-”

“God…” Sirius pressed his hands to his face but Regulus pulled them away, gripping his wrists.

“Sirius, it isn’t a problem. Not to me-“

“How can you say that?” Sirius looked at him, eyes stinging painfully, “It’s nothing but a problem. God, it’s one thing to fall in love with a girl you can’t have because at least that’s normal, but I-“ His voice broke, “I had to go and…” Sirius closed his eyes, voice trailing off. He clenched his teeth, dipping his head.

“How can you say that? Jesus, look at me.” Sirius found his brother’s eyes again only, this time, he didn’t look so young. He looked older, and pained. Regulus wet his lips before speaking, starting a few different times, desperate for Sirius to understand, “Do you… Do you know that you’re the only person I care about? You’re it. The only fucking person. I don’t really know why right now. We haven’t exactly been brotherly. But you are. And I’ve seen you so unhappy for so long until- this summer, you- you weren’t. I mean- you were more fucking snide than ever but you were grinning and I hadn’t… exactly realized how much I… missed that.” His words came slower, like he was fighting his way through them, coming to an understanding as he spoke.

Sirius fingers closed around Regulus’ wrist as well, gripping tight. Regulus’ face crumbled, just a little,

“I’m only trying to say that… how can love, happiness be abnormal? No matter who it’s with, it’s happiness and you have to fucking chase it. It doesn’t come around that often, not for real.” He shook his head, “Sirius, anyone who knows you knows you don’t want this life. You’ve never wanted this life. You hate everything about it all the way down to sitting up straight at dinner, so…” Regulus shook his head, smiling a little although his voice was thick. Sirius thought he hadn’t seen his brother smile in too, too long, “So, fuck birth. Fuck blood. Chase the happiness.”

“Reg..” Sirius voice was thick too, a rasp, “He’s… He’s all I want.”

“Then do it. For me.” Regulus swallowed, “Do it for you. Do it for me.”

Regulus would give him every reason in the book, as long as Sirius took one and ran with it. He prayed that he would.


Remus splayed his fingers over the soft leather in the early morning darkness of his room. He was kneeled on the splintering floor by his old trunk, holding Sirius’ slippers to his chest, the ring between his fingertips. The soft SB flashed at him, like a taunt. He could almost hate the small inanimate object. For being there, for reminding him so painfully of what he no longer had. Almost. If only he didn’t love it so much. He shifted, sitting back with his knees to his chest, and slipped the soft shoes on. He closed his eyes.

He hated how thankful he was for these small things. They were like direct links to his memory, triggers, key words that jumpstarted feelings and emotions and longing all at once. He felt the slippers and he felt their first kiss, the healing salve on his fingertips, Sirius’ warm hands on his ankles. When he ran his fingers over the ring, entirely different things were renewed. Sirius’ body against his own, them laughing softly until the early morning, Sirius’ tears against his skin, the bread basket slipping through his fingers. The beginning and end of a relationship. Remus dropped the ring, and went back to stroking the tops of the slippers over his feet. He found he preferred beginnings. He had to get up. He had to make the bread, the eggs. Sirius’ eggs. Who knew cooking, something he’d always loved, could be so cruel?

There was a knock at his door, making him jump.


James’ voice came muffled through the thin wood.

“Just a minute!” He knew his voice came out too loud, a little strained, as he scrambled to shut the slippers and ring back in his trunk, not bothering to cover them with books this time. It was only James but these things felt they belonged to him, and to his eyes only, “Yeah, come in.”

James opened the door, poking his head in first and offering a rather sad smile, “Hello.” He sing-songed the word a little, definitely trying to deduce Remus’ mental state, and maybe defuse it, “Alright?”

Remus swiped his apron from the hook by his dresser, tying it behind his back, “Yeah, alright. You?”

James hummed, “Yeah, I’m good. I’m- I’m great. Happy Saturday! Good. Nice, lovely, Saturday.” James nodded all the while, swinging back and forth on his heels, and giving Remus an exaggerated smile.

Remus sighed, “I’m fine, James.”

“Me too! That’s so…” He rubbed the back of his neck, “So coincidental.. Not that that… matters. Okay. I’m just gonna…”

“Stop?” Remus supplied.

“Precisely. Exactly. Yes. Definitely.”


James sighed, smile dropping. He held his hands up in surrender, “I’m sorry, I’m nervous!”

Remus raised an eyebrow, “Nervous?”

James sighed, falling onto Remus’ bed, “Yes. God, I feel like I’m carrying fucking lead in my pocket. Sirius asked me to- God, do I look like I’m sweating?” He took out a slip of neatly folded parchment from his pocket, fiddling with it, “Jesus, Sirius is right, I never should be in the King’s Guard.”

Remus’ heart, at the first sight of the slip of paper, had jumped to his throat, “James, what is-“

James blew the hair off his forehead, looking bewilderedly at the ceiling, “I mean, honestly, I think I’d fucking pass out-“

“Jesus fucking Christ, give me that.” He all but ripped the note from James’ hands, unfolding it, already holding his breath.

The stables. Monday. Midnight.

He flipped it over and gripped the bed post with the amount of relief filling his chest.

Who said anything about goodbye?


Sirius had been restless the entire day. He knew Remus had work, but ever since the second James had told him Remus’ response to the note, he’d thought maybe Remus would ditch. For him, for this. Just one day. He knew he wouldn’t. He sort of loved him for it, even if it made him crazy.

He felt like he had watched the sky darken shade by shade, eyes shifting between the sky and the bookshelf. He’d taken dinner in his room but he had left his tray untouched, too consumed, too relieved.

He was going to say sorry first. He was going to apologize for not telling him, for letting him leave in the first place. He had never said it, after all. Not really. Then he was going to tell him he loved him. Because he did, so, so much. Then he was going to hold him. Then, he would tell him their plan.

When Remus walked through the bookcase, Sirius forgot all of this.

He was kissing Remus before he took another breath. His hands pulled him into the room and were under his shirt in a second, desperately taking in his warm skin. Remus was just as eager, his fingers threading through Sirius’ hair and pulling, deepening the kiss. Sirius’ palms made their way to Remus’ arse and he lifted, guiding Remus’ legs around his waist and pressing him against the bedpost for more leverage. They kissed and kissed, taking long inhales of oxygen through their nose for as long as they could, until even that proved too little. They broke apart, breathing heavily into each other, lips brushing with each breath.

“Hello.” Sirius mumbled, dragging his lips over Remus’ skin to press a sloppy kiss to Remus’ jaw.

He felt Remus’ cheek dimple when he smiled, and he nudged the soft indent with his nose, “Hello…”

“I have,” Sirius pressed another kiss, “So many things to say to you.” And another, “I just can’t quite remember what, right now.”

Remus guides their mouths back together, hands on Sirius’ cheeks, “I should probably make you say them.” He let his head fall back against the post, letting a breathy moan out as Sirius started trailing his jaw and neck with his tongue, “But I-fuck-I don’t feel like fucking talking, I-“ Remus let out a breath, blinking his eyes open and hand coming to thread through Sirius’ hair at the back of his head. He tried to glance downward towards Sirius, startled by his sudden slowing of movement, of kisses. What had been nearly biting a moment ago was now less frequent and soft, soft presses. He could feel Sirius’ forehead against his shoulder and the heaving of his chest, “Hey..” He slid his hand to Sirius’ cheek, trying to coax him into looking at him, “Hey, what happened down there? Love-“

“‘m fine.” His voice was muffled by Remus’ skin, but he did in fact, sound find, “‘m just… I thought…” He sighed, breath warming Remus’ shoulder, and pressed his nose right to Remus’ neck, inhaling shakily, “Just hopelessly happy to be… here again.”

Remus’ heart contracted rather painfully at that, and he was suddenly very aware that Sirius was holding him, against him, speaking to him. The thought made him breathe shakily too. He dipped his head down, nosing against Sirius’ cheek and temple until he was able to press their cheeks together, faces hidden in each other’s necks. They stayed there, hugging, re-memorizing each other, until Sirius pressed Remus more closely to him, then laid him softly down on the bed. He smiled a little when he tried to get up and Remus didn’t let go.

“Was just gonna budge you up. Can’t have our feet dangling off.”

“We can if it means I can still feel you.”

Sirius laughed and, in one quick motion, ducked from within Remus’ arms and grabbed his hips, throwing him playfully against the pillows and launching himself after him, sealing the attack with a hard, long, kiss.

He laid against him, forearms only supporting a bit of his weight, “How’s that?”

Remus hummed and then turned Sirius onto his side, situating himself until they were face to face, sharing a pillow. He tangled their still shoed feet together and laced their fingers between them, “Good.”

Sirius was content to lay that way forever, with Remus’ thumb stroking his knuckles and his eyes looking softly at him, his brows slightly furrowed.

Sirius released one of his hands to smooth it, “You’re thinking awfully hard.”

Remus smiled a little, “You did delivery me a note that suggested not too subtly a forbidden get away.” Sirius rolled his eyes a little and looped his arms around Remus’ waist, pulling their chests almost together, “But…” Sirius nudged their noses together as way of telling him to go on. Remus wet his lips before continuing, “What did happen? To make you do this. Send the note, what… what changed?”

For a few moments, Sirius did nothing more than take a rather large breath, “I… Well, first, nothing changed. Re, I never didn’t want to be with you.” He hesitated, “You… You know that, right?”

Remus nodded mutely, pressing a kiss to Sirius’ fingers.

“I just realized-“ Sirius laughed a little, more to himself than anyone, “I was helped to realize that I… Well, I don’t have to be unhappy, do I? I can be the happiest person in the entire world if I want.” He reached out, palm to Remus’ jaw, thumb trailing over the high of his cheekbone, “I just have to go for it.”

Remus felt the worry in his chest ease at this, but only a little. The doubt was still there, gnawing at his chest. He leaned into Sirius’ palm, biting his lip.

Sirius turned his head a little, “That… That wasn’t what you wanted to hear-“

“No.” Remus said quickly, “No, that was… perfect. I never thought I’d hear that.”

Sirius pulled Remus towards him more insistently, “Then what? Anything, Re. I’ll give you… get you, help you with anything. You know that-”

“What if I don’t make you happy.” Remus whispered it, looking down, focusing his eyes on Sirius’ chest, the fine silk of his shirt, “What if I’m…”

“No.” It was all Sirius said, simply and hard. He shook his head again, raising Remus’ eyes to his own, “No. That-“ He kept shaking his head, like Remus had just said the most outrageous thing in the world, “It isn’t even possible. Not to me. Not now, not ever.”


“Now, I’m not saying we’re always going to get along. I’m a prick and you like to call me out on it which does get annoying sometimes.” They both let out slightly watery laughs and Sirius pressed a quick kiss to Remus’ mouth, “But listen to me. Re… God, this isn’t even about what I’m leaving behind. It isn’t even that I’m happier because I’m choosing a life with you over my life here. Yes, it is better. By mountains it is better, but… I could have the most glorious life in the world,” His voice had lowered, and Remus suddenly felt as though the world had stopped to listen to Sirius, “and I’d still choose you.” Sirius passed his fingers through the fringe that curled thickly over Remus’ forehead, “Do you know why?”

Remus could do nothing but stare mutely. He didn’t. He felt frozen, in a trance, like his chest was about to burst. Because he knew what was coming. He knew what was coming and he would sooner die than not respond this time. He shook his head.

And Sirius smiled, “Well. Then I do have one more thing to say, don’t I?” Then his face grew more serious, “And I… I rather hope you do too.”

“I do.” Remus breathed.

He heard the way Sirius’ breath hitch, and suddenly Sirius was rolling on top of him, bracketing him in, and Remus could feel nothing but his warmth.

This time Remus’ eyes stayed firmly locked with Sirius’. He didn’t want to see him say it. He wanted to see him feel it. And they were blue, and grey, and worried, and happy, and so chock full of the unsaid words that Remus could almost see it spill over onto the rest of his face, into the set of his mouth and the grip of his palms.

“I love you.” Sirius just breathed it, voice trembling under its weight, “Remus…”

“I love you.” Remus said it too softly, then again too loudly, “I love you.” Suddenly he felt like he had so many to make up for, so much to to make up for, and he couldn’t stop saying it. He held Sirius’ neck, his cheeks, his shoulders, and said it again, and again, “I love you.”

And then they were kissing and laughing into each other’s mouths, or maybe crying, and Remus said it some more, this time mixed it with Sirius’. And the words held other words; I believe you. I trust you. You’re enough. You’re everything.

And soon, they didn’t even have to say it to know it was there.

“Sirius…” Remus said into his neck, kissing the taught skin there, the pulse point. I love you.

And Sirius just laughed, a sound of pure relief. And suddenly Remus was being held so tightly he couldn’t even kiss anymore, just laugh too.

“Oh, god, I have to tell you-“ Sirius gasped, laughing and kissing Remus again, cheeks hot and flushed.


“Our new life.” I love you.

A sort of thrill went up Remus’ spine at the word our. I love you.

Sirius hooked their ankles together. His eyes were bright and excited, palms warm against Remus’ cheeks, “Listen. I have a cousin. In France, her name is Andromeda. She and her husband, they’re like us, they— well, let’s just say my family didn’t approve of their match. Of him. So, she lives in France now, in a comfortable home. She escaped. We can too, we can stay with them until we get our feet under us somehow. I have money of my own saved, not too much but-“

“I do too.” Remus cut in, then, a little shyly, “Really not too much but…”

Sirius kissed him, again, and again, before he gasped, trying to talk and breathe and kiss at the same time, “Remus. Re, the people there, they’re… more open.” He shrugged one shoulder, “Some of them, at least. I… God, ‘m out of breath.” He laughed.

Remus laughed a little too, soothing his hands through his hair, content to just watch the way Sirius’ eyes were lit up, “The point is, we can be together. Maybe not always in the open, but-“

And this time, Remus was the one to kiss him, lips hard and needing, neck craning off the sheets. He panted into his mouth, hands gripping his hair,

“Now you listen.” He said, “I could spend my life only kissing you behind closed doors. Just so long as you are there to kiss.”

And they held each other, shedding clothes, pressing close, and knowing that a new life, their life, was only a few days away.

(A/N: One more chapter left I think! Sadly, I’m not sure I’ll be able to work on this fic again for about two weeks. My best friend is coming to visit and I haven’t seen her in a year! But I hope you all love this, and I’m sorry for the delay but I’ll try to have it up asap! <3 Thanks everyone for reading!)

The war between our love (Loki x Reader) Chapter Four: His cold heart is melting

Originally posted by kibbi

Note: Sadness, love is starting to grow. (Gif doesn’t belong to me! Credits to Kibbitzer on Deviantart)

Words: 1455

They spend hours talking to each other, about practically nothing. They’d laugh, but when their eyes would lock they’d immediately look away from each other. They didn’t dare to fall in love, but there was something there that was starting to blossom between the two. Loki did not believe in that love at first sight garbage that maidens in the palace would gossip about. Though seeing (Y/N)’s beautiful face woke a fire in him that he never knew existed until she came. “You know, I was wrong.” She said breaking the comfortable silence that had fallen between the two as he looked to her in confusion. “About what?” He asked tilting his head.

“About you, about all of this. I dwelled so much on the fact I was forced into this marriage that I didn’t think about what joys it could possibly give me.” She said smiling to him as he smiles softly back. “Well that makes two of us my dear.” He whispered softly. “You are definitely one of the strangest men I’ve met.” She said as he quirks an eyebrow. “Is that good or bad?” He asked. “A little bit of both. Also… I had something… something to ask you.” She said looking at him. “Ask away.” He said gesturing to the open with his arms. “I woke up this morning and you were talking to a woman… Was… Was she your mother?” (Y/N) asked as Loki grew silent.

“Yes.” He finally spoke after a few minutes of silence. “Loki, I’m–” She started when Loki stood up. “I am going to go inside for the night. You may stay out here if you desire, but please do not disturb me anymore.” He said with a fierce voice making her wince as he walked inside when she watched him. “Sorry..” She finished with a sigh as she felt tears, just when they were finally getting alone she said something and ruined it all. She sighed before glancing to the night sky one more time before she walked into the palace. She went to the room and changed into her night clothes before laying down, but she couldn’t sleep.

The pain that flashed in his eyes made her blood grow cold as she let out a small sigh staring at the wall that was opposite of the door. About two hours later the door opened, but she didn’t dare herself to look back. Then she heard rustling when she bit her lip looking back before she froze for a moment in shock. Despite his smaller stature he was built, the muscles on his back rippled as he removed his clothing to place on his night clothing. She felt like she was mesmerized by his body when he turned around as she shifted making it look she moving in her sleep. She couldn’t see the small smirk that danced across his face before he walked over.

She felt the bed dip under his weight before he laid beside her when she felt his hand brush over her arm. She forced herself not to shiver from the small contact of skin when she felt him move the cover over her body more. Her eyes widened softly feeling a gentle kiss being placed onto her shoulder when she felt him turn away from her. She felt her face burning a scarlet red when she swallowed softly, feeling the tingling bliss from where his lips had been placed. It was very odd how hot it felt due to how cold his skin was and that made her wonder what he was. He obviously wasn’t of Asgardian descend, but he was a prince of this land which made no sense.

She didn’t dare voice that question due to the fallout when she asked if that was his mother, she hated to think she had upset him. Something had happened to the woman, it was obvious, but she didn’t want to see the hurt that consumed him to ever spread on his face again. She finally got the courage to sleep as her eyes drifted shut as the blissful unconscious stupor took over her. In the night she hadn’t realized how much she tossed and turned when she woke up she felt safe, she felt content. Suddenly she realized that she had something wrapped around her and it was warm, but not overly hot.

She looked up as her eyes widened to see she was wrapped up in Loki’s arms with her face in his neck when she gently started to put away. She was blushing profusely before he growled possessively when he yanked her back against him tightening his hold. She swallowed before looking up seeing his face grew angry before he relaxed as she watched him for a moment. He looked so innocent and looked at peace when she smiled softly reaching a hand up and placing it onto his face. His eyes fluttered open as he looked down to her before they widened in shock when he sat up. “I-I apologize, I do not know what forces overcame me last night.” He stuttered.

She let out a delighted laugh before sitting up with him. “Loki, I am your wife, but… still it was… nice.” She said brushing her hair back as he clears his throat looking away. “Also, I wanted to apologize for last night.” She said feeling the warm morning go stale. “I over stepped boundaries and I did not mean anything by it.” She said biting her lip hoping he wouldn’t storm off like last night. “No, it is I who should be apologizing. I shouldn’t have snapped like that. Yes, that woman you saw was my mother indeed. She was the only one I cared for in this wretched world, but sadly she was taken from me.” He said as she covered her mouth. “I’m so sorry.” She whispered.

“Come now, it’s not your fault. Do not concern yourself for it.” He said standing up before she watched him as she looks down nodding. “Alright.” She whispered softly when he smiles gently. “I shall get ready.” He said as she looks up to him. “I have to go out to another realm with my brother to talk over negotiations.” He said as she frowns softly. “How long will you be gone?” She asked frowning. “Oh only about three days.” He said before chuckling. “Will you miss me already?” He asked playfully getting a huff out of her. “As if.” She countered, but she held a smile of her own. “Wicked little vixen you are.” He said as she laughs gently.

“Whoever said I wasn’t?” She asked before standing up as he got clothes. She watched him as he got dressed again unable to help herself, because he was a gorgeous man. “You know, they say it is impolite to stare.” He comments with his back still turned as her face lit up. “I-I wasn’t staring!” She countered back huffing as she opened her own closet. “Of course you weren’t my darling.” He chuckled a deep smooth sound that made her bit her lip. They got dressed in silence after that when you two glanced to each other before you walked out of the room.

Last night’s kiss on the shoulder was still fresh in her mind and she wanted to ask him about it, but she decided to keep that little detail to herself. They walked down the hall together, side by side, as they made their way towards the entrance to the palace. They noticed Thor was mounting his horse as the others wished him luck when Loki walked over to his own horse. “Be careful and Good luck.” She said softly as he looked back her in slight shock. No one ever wished him luck and even bothered to act like they cared about him. That look in his eyes made her heart clench at the thought of everyone looking to Thor, but never Loki. He was forgotten.

She took his hand for a moment as he glanced down to their rings when she smiled softly intertwining their fingers. “You better come home to me, my dear husband. Do not make me come to that realm and drag you out myself.” She said getting a small laugh from him as she couldn’t help but smile. Suddenly she grew bold and pulled him into a kiss making his eyes widened for a moment. The kiss was brief and she pulled away before he could do anything as he finally mounted his horse still staring at her. “I wish you safe travels… My king.” She smiled. “Thank you my Queen.” He whispered back before Thor whistled as they rode towards the portal.

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Author’s Note: Agh! I am in love with this story! Also I am making a new story with Steve as a Hydra agent! Should I make it a times reader? Please check out the idea! I’d love to hear feedback for it! Have a lovely day loves!

Breaking in the new bed ( Yoongi smut )

Type: Smut. don’t y’all kno by now

Length: 2853 words

Summary: Yoongi broke his last bed fucking you into it, but the new bed isn’t exempt. 

A/N: I wrote this on the holy day y’all pray for me 

“Mmmmm. This bed is so soft.” You mumbled, your hands running up and down the soft lavender satin that coated your king sized bed, feeling the large ripples in the pillow cup your neck like a cloud as you sunk deeper into the memory foam. You stayed like that for a little while, zooming in and out of consciousness as you laid in the middle, your mouth parting lightly as you felt yourself drift deeper into a sleep the bed pulled you in.

“Move over, I wanna try.” Yoongi whined, coming inside the room with a bottle of water that he dropped upon seeing you lain out on the bed, almost immediately coming to your side and shoving his hands under your solid body, trying to move you further from the edge. Instead, you didn’t budge, not even flinching as he prodded you in the cheek with his fingers.

“Y/n, move over, let me lay with you.” The pout was evident in his voice, and it almost made you roll over for him, but you couldn’t find the willpower to move yourself, instead opting to flutter open your eyes as he pulled annoyingly on your shirt.

“Hmm?” You struggled to focus on him, but you immediately started laughing once you saw his disheveled face staring into your eyes directly ahead of you, his nose inches away from yours.
Yoongi took your giggling as an open window to roll you over, his hands flipping you onto your stomach so quickly that you barely had time to register it, only realizing he had done it once you were face first in the satin and Yoongi was relaxing next to you. You picked up your head angrily.

“That was my spot.” You pouted this time, flipping yourself around again, and then just giving up and sitting up on the bed, your hand coming down to smack a fake sleeping Yoongi in the leg.
He peeled open one eye, almost mimicking you from before. A bored “hmmm?” Coming out of his mouth.
Your face sunk into a scowl as you watched him stare back at you, a slight smirk playing around the edges of his lips.
“Something the matter?” He questioned, his eyes closing again as he spread his legs further, leaving you a small patch of space in the corner, your legs turning up in response, instead opting place them over Yoongi’s stomach, reclining against the pillows as you made sure to dig your heels into him
“Ah not anymore.” You relayed back at him, closing your eyes in false content, the position was really fucking uncomfortable.

Yoongi opened one of his smoldering eyes, watching you with amusement as you pretended to be comfy, a sound coming out his throat.

“Liar.” He shot at you, picking his body up as he sat to face you, your eyes shooting open at his sudden contact.

“Get out my face, I’m resting.” You countered at him, ignoring his grape scented breath hitting your cheek in cool puffs.

“Why rest when we can break this bed in.” Yoongi wiggled his eyebrows, watching in amusement as a blush crept up your cheeks, dusting you a deep rose color.

“How about we not.” You mumbled, squirming away from his gaze as his fingers reached out to tickle your sides. You slid from under him and laid flat on the bed, turning your side to him, which, as you felt him creep up behind you, found out was a bad idea.

His mouth came up to kiss at your ear, his hands coming to pin your ass against him, your eyes drooping at the contact.

“Don’t be like this with me, we have to make sure we really like this bed, don’t we?” He mumbled along your neck, his member growing slightly, causing you to shiver.

“I…guess we do.” You breathed out, your resolve at him slipping as his mouth gnawed at the dip between your shoulder and neck.

“Yeah, we do.” He supplied, placing one last peck on your cheek as he removed himself from you, and before you had time to question why, he flipped your body on top of him, your mouth opening like a goldfish as your body reacted to his touch.

“But-” he began, his thighs rocking against your heated core, as his fingers came up to rip off your top, leaving you hot and clad in only your bra, “we can’t break it in too hard. This is a new bed.”

With his last statement hanging in the now stuffy air, he brought your mouth down to his, caressing the inside of it with his tough muscle as you whined again, the sheets crumpling around you both as Yoongi continued to grind up
Into you, your mouth struggling to keep pace with his desperately.

His fingers began to dig into your sides as you struggled against him, feeling his mouth removie itself from you and start to bite down your neck as you tugged at his shirt, Yoongi getting the message and helping you skin him of it.

“Your turn.” He smirked, grasping at the edges of your black tee as he pulled it off of you, his smirk only deepening when he saw your lack of support underneath.

“No bra?” He breathed, almost laughing at you as you blushed profusely, rushing to cover up your chest before you felt his hands smacking yours away.

“I like it.” He mumbled, and you smiled at him, removing your hands completely as you let yourself become exposed in front of him, the way he looked at you in awe still making you feel butterflies tickling your stomach.

“So beautiful.” He mumbled as his mouth peppered little kisses along your collarbone, his arms lightly flipping you underneath him, softly hitting your head against the pillow as your hair fell around you and you looked up.

His mouth reattached itself to the dip in your neck as he nipped at you, your eyes fluttering in delight at the familiar feeling of his tongue warming up your skin. You watched his lips move against you and tongue work circles along your soft (s/t) skin, his wandering hands positioning themselves at your sides while his mouth slowly diverted lower, causing you to groan as you felt his tongue slid across one of your nipples, feeling it perk up at the contact.

“Does that feel good?” He breathed against you, only taking his mouth off of your skin for a few seconds as he reattached himself.

“Y-yes.” You struggled to get out, eyes still glazed as you watched his left hand come and massage your right breast as his tongue still flicked and nipped all over your left.

“I wanna make you feel so good.” Yoongi moaned, leaving one last bite to your skin that made you yelp lightly as his knees scooted down lower, his cold hands suddenly back at the edges of your underwear as his bulge stuck out like a tent in his jeans.

Your anticipation began to build as his fingers dipped into your underwear, playing at the sides of your hips as you breathed rather wildly, staring at him with wide eyes and glossy lips.

“You’re so adorable.” Yoongi hummed, smiling as you blinked, your mind still hot from the pads of his fingers that were dragging against your skin.

His lopsided smile plastered Itself on his face as you watched in amazement still, as his head dipped, his mouth attaching itself to the skin at the very bottom of your tummy, goosebumps raising wherever his tongue slid across. Your mouth opened in a slight moan as you watched him, unable to form a sentence as his tongue dipped yet again in the waistband of your panties, your heat growing and pooling within you more by the second.

“I wanna taste you-” Yoongi began, his eyes making contact with your lidded ones as he slid your panties half off, leaving you gasping at the cold air that was suddenly wafting onto your heated core.

“Please.” You whined out, not able to take his eyes off his fingers as they gripped the fabric in his two fingers, gaping as you felt them scratch against your skin as Yoongi ripped them off, busting a few strands as he did, but you couldn’t find it in your voice to complain.

Scrambling, Yoongi removed his hands as he shimmied down the new bed, pulling you with him as he got closer to the floor and finally knelt down, your pussy completely exposed for him as he finally settled, his glowing eyes looking directly at you, and you surprisingly didn’t feel uncomfortable with it, feeling the love and adoration that radiated from his eyes.

He moaned lightly at the sight of you, his own hard on squished uncomfortably between his tight jeans only edging him on more as he looked up at you once more, before his head suddenly dove inside of you, causing you to buck up and one of your hands to fly to his hair, gripping it as yoongi’s tongue flicked harshly against your sensitive clit, and his lips smoothed against your lips, your eyes almost watering from the sudden intrusion.

“F-fuck Yoongi-” you tried, losing your last few words as his name erupted into a long moan when his eyes gleamed with a devilish tint and his teeth began to nip and suck your sensitive bundle into his wet mouth.

His tongue flicked soft and hard stripes against your slit, one of his hands still gripping at your hip as his other made its way to your entrance, prodding at it, intermixing his skin with your juices and his own spit.

“Delicious.” He hummed against you, his word sending a shiver up your spine as you watched and felt in anticipation his long spiny finger slip inside of you, the feeling throwing you back on the bed as he filled you up but left you wanting for more as he worked a few more fingers inside of you.

3 fingers and his tongue fucked you into the bed, your hands holding harder onto the sheets than they should’ve been, and you could feel yourself slowly start to want to explode, the familiar orgasmic feeling he had given you countless times before causing you to squeeze your eyes shut and begin the clench around his soft fingers, but when Yoongi felt this, he pulled away completely and abruptly, your mouth opening into a needy whine as you looked up at him sadly, his own face still stuck in a permanent smirk.

“Shh, don’t cry baby,-” he started, your lips earning a wet finger pressed against them as he held it to your lips, leaning close to you as he climbed slowly onto the bed with you, his arms moving to cup you as he slid you up, a tear dangerously close to falling out from the pleasure that had been ripped away from you.

“I’m gonna take good care of you, fuck you deep into our new bed in a second.” He mumbled in your ear, another breathy moan slipping past your lips as you felt your legs slowly being parted open, your eyes closing as yoongi’s mouth went to your neck again, and his tongue licked circles around your skin. One of his hands slipped down to his own length, pumping himself a few times roughly, drops of sweat beading at his forehead as he took his mouth away just as quickly as he put it there and watched you move in anticipation beneath him.

Locking eyes with him for only a second, his attention diverted down between both your sweaty bodies, as your fingers played with the edge of the bed as you watched him grasp his length, and lay it across your uppermost core, sliding his cock between your folds as you twitched at the sight and feeling. Yoongi’s length massaged your clit as he rubbed all of your juices all over you and him, his own attention focused and his mouth open at the pleasure and the sight.

“Fuck, y/n.” He breathed, causing your arms to automatically attach to him as you pulled him back down, Yoongi placing his hands on either side of you as you reached up to his ear, unable to take it anymore.

“Just fuck me, please, I can’t take it.” You moaned, releasing him as you laid back down and Yoongi looked at you with lusty and hazy eyes.

“Someone’s needy-” he smirked, your mouth about to open to snip out a reply, before you shut it again, the sudden feeling of Yoongi’s cock slipping inside of you causing you to lose all focus.

“But you feel too good around me to tease anymore.” Yoongi breathed again, his length finally reaching base inside of you as you cried out lightly at his length hitting you, the tear you had built up finally falling as you breathed in wildly, feeling his lips attach themselves to yours as your tongues began to battle, Yoongi winning out as he sucked your muscle into his wet mouth, teeth grazing against it as he began to move, causing you to twitch against his hard body.

“You feel so-ugh, fuck, good.” He moaned as his body rocked against yours, your vision switching between him and his cock that slipped in and out of you at a slow pace, your mouth switching between his and his neck as he leaned down and propped himself on his elbows, beginning to fuck you deeper as you heard the first sounds of the bed dip underneath you, but you were too far gone to care.

“Oh my god, Yoongi.” You moaned, the closeness of your previous orgasm creeping up onto you as yoongi’s cock began to fuck into you at a pace that felt too fast and much to slow.

“Are you gonna cum baby?” He groaned out, leaving a bite against your shoulder as he pulled up again, watching your body beneath him in amazement as his hands went to grab at your hips, pulling you even harder against him, and the new position causing you to open your mouth wide as his angle caused an electric tingle to fly through your entire body as you squeezed your eyes shut.

“Cause I think I’m going to, you’re squeezing around me, fuck-” Yoongi gasped, his pace not letting up as he moved inside of you, your legs being open further as he smoothed himself roughly inside of you.

You didn’t answer him, instead trying to keep your vision as white began to cloud it, his member angling so deep into you you began to see stars, your moans uncontrollable as Yoongi grasped onto you harder and fucked upwards into you even quicker.

“Fuck, y/n, cum, please, I don’t think I can last any longer.” He pleaded, sounding needy for the first time since he entered you. You didn’t need him to tell you twice, suddenly feeling your vision go completely white and your stomach light into a fire as his cock continued to fuck up into you, and your fingers squeezed your own skin, Yoongi watching in amazement as you twitched and bucked and squeezed against him, your mouth creating moans that only edged him further as your orgasm ripped through you, your insides clenching harder as you felt the final effect hit you and your juices release around him, letting his name fall from your lips one last time as you fell back into the bed and opened your eyes up at him, your body still twitching as Yoongi finally came, his cock sputtering inside of you as his load buried deep inside of your wet walls, and his head came down onto your shoulder, his hips twitching against you as you both finished riding the ending out, only stilling when yoongi’s over sensitivity caused himself to pull out of you, a deep and heavy feeling surrounding you suddenly as he flipped next to you on the bed, your breathing still wild.

“Youre so perfect.” Yoongi voiced at you, grabbing at your body as he slid you on top of him, your naked skin connecting to his as you watched him with lidded eyes. You were about to respond, before you felt something wet slip out of you, and your face twisted into a face of disgust as Yoongi relaxed and giggled at your expression.

“Fuck, maybe I should’ve cleaned you up first.” He laughed, as you banged your head against his chest in defeat, knowing you couldn’t even get up to inspect the damage even if you wanted to.

“Whatever, fuck it, I’ll just wash the sheets later.” You reasoned, hearing his heart rate even out through his chest.

“At least we broke in the bed.” Yoongi hummed, but you didn’t respond, only cuddling deeper into him as he laughed at your sleepiness, a common factor after a hard fuck with him, and he sighed beneath your body, as he fell into his own sleep with you with his hands running up and down your smooth skin.

thejeanetterun  asked:

Can you direct me to a good way to get up to speed with The Originals while being able to skip the gross parts featuring Hailey? And... pretty much everyone else that isn't Klaroline?

Okay so @klarolinemag does these recaps for TO that you can find here. They’re obviously quite biased because they’re written by well… Klaroline shippers so, if you ship KC you’ll probably enjoy them. They also comply twitter reactions from each episode but I’m not sure if those were just for TVD.

The wikia pages for each season give you a good concise breakdown of each of the season in chapters which describe the events that took place.

Season 1

Season 2

Season 3

Season 4

I’ve compiled a list of all Klaroline/Caroline/The Originals related scenes that occurred since The Originals was announced. Below that, you can find a summary of the back story to the Originals.

Here are all the Klaroline bits that have occurred since The Originals began.

KC Family Please let me know if I’ve missed anything!

Here are the Spoilers we know about Klaroline in S5



Here’s The Originals SDCC trailer for S5 (it has kind of a flash back so does the s4 trailer tbh)



Back Story

  • Basically, TO began because as you know Klaus originally used Katherine for the doppelganger sacrifice in the 1400 but she escaped and became a vampire ruining his plans. As revenge, he hunted her for years. In order to buy her freedom, she offered him information.
  • The information was about Hayley, a werewolf that came to MF to track down the family she was separated from her whole life. 
  • Tyler met her in the Apaltions when he was trying to break Klaus’ sire bond and she helped. She then came to Mystic Falls and made a deal with Shane that she’d get him 12 unsired hybrids for sacrifice to complete the spell to wake Silas. 
  • So she betrayed Tyler and got the hybrids killed. 
  • This happened because Tyler and Caroline were going to ruin her plans so she told Klaus about the hybrids unsiring themselves and he killed them. 
  • Hayley had briefly met Katherine in New Orleans and exchanged information with her in exchange for info about her parents. When Katherine sends someone to kill Hayley, Klaus rescues her and they have sex. Hence mystery magical miracle baby is conceived.
  • The witches of New Orleans get wind of this information about Hayey and use it as leverage as they want to get rid of Marcel (a vampire Klaus saved from slavery as a child and the sired as an adult) who was ruling New Orleans and restricting the witches freedom. 
  • So they lured Hayley to New Orleans and link her to another witch Sophie Devereux (who’s sister was publically murdered by Marcel). Once Klaus is convinced that’s his child he then becomes enraged and jealous because Marcel has control of a city he once had control of and TO begins.

kldkitkat  asked:

Mileven for the OTP?

Who accidentally falls off the bed in the middle of the night?
Mike Wheeler has accidentally fallen off the bed more times than he cares to admit. He always brings a glass of water to bed—just in case he or El wakes up thirsty in the middle of the night—but he keeps that glass at the far end of the night table, no where near his alarm clock or the latest novel he’s reading. As such, on the nights that he does wake up, groggy and clumsy, Mike tumbles out of bed with a clatter, reaching for that water. 

Who gives the other piggy back rides?
Mike loves giving El piggyback rides—he has since he grew tall and strong enough to carry her. And El absolutely adores Mike scooping her up and onto his back as they trod through Mirkwood in the autumn or search for something down the aisles of the grocery store. Mike even gives El a piggyback ride when they get lost in the corn maze at the Hawkins Harvest Festival.

Who tries to act tough but is really a giant sap?
Both of them, but mostly Mike. El doesn’t really have to act tough. She has a glare that will stop mean words in throats and bullies in their tracks. And every time Mike finds himself standing up for El—even though he knows she’s very capable of standing up for himself—he ends up feeling the need to apologize to her for his behaviour. 

Who almost burns down the kitchen trying to bake?
Definitely Mike, even though he’ll deny up and down El’s claims that she once saw an actual flame in the oven that day Mike tried to bake her a birthday cake. Still, Mike tends to stick to the toaster or the microwave when he’s in the kitchen alone. El is the baker of their happy little family, having inherited (and mastered) all of Karen’s best recipes.

Who sings lullabies to their kids?
Mike, who grew up with his mother singing him to sleep. Sometimes, he sings the same songs to his daughter that he used to sing for El over the phone to help her fall asleep. El listens fondly, cup of tea in hand, while she leans against the door frame with a content smile. 

Morning person vs dead until they get their coffee?
El is the morning person. She’s up early to go for a run, make herself breakfast, and shower. By the time Mike rolls out of bed, she’s curled up on the sofa with a mug of tea and a book of poetry. He joins her, eyes half-closed, with a cup of coffee—graciously prepared by El—and waits for the caffeine to kick in as he watches her read. 

Who initiates cuddling?
Mike, usually right after that morning caffeine kicks in. He’ll shift over, right next to El, and squirm until he’s managed to get her arm draped over his shoulders. Once he’s settled, El will look down at him over her glasses, smirk on her lips, and ask if he’s comfortable. He then proceeds to read that poetry along with her, pausing every so often to ask her interpretation of certain lines. 

Who cries during sappy movies?
Mike is far more likely to cry during sad movies and, if truth be told, not-so-sad movies as well. He’s a blubbering mess during The Lion King and has to leave the theatre when he and El go to see Titanic in their late twenties. The one movie that made them both cry equally as hard, polishing off an entire box of tissues? The Fox and the Hound. They watched it once at fifteen and have been unable to do so again since then. 

Who wears a billion layers because they get cold easily?
El—and most of those layers belong to Mike. Most often, El doubles up on socks; a pair of her own polka dot ankle socks underneath a pair of Mike’s striped crew socks. 

Who hogs the covers?
El loves blankets and routinely ends up pulling all five of the blankets she and Mike keep on their bed to herself. Mike routinely wakes up at 3 a.m., chilly, and glances over to see El, comfortably cocooned. Instead of disturbing her, Mike gently and quietly reaches over the side of the bed to grab the blanket he keeps folded there, hoping that El won’t manage to steal that one as well.  

Who would fall over their own feet while trying to seduce the other?
Mike, of course. He and El have agreed to never speak of that incident, though—mostly to save Mike the embarrassment of remembering that time he literally tripped over his own feet during that grand romantic gesture (that may or may not have been a proposal…) 

Thanks for the ask! Also for @deeplysunkissed who also requested MIleven (thank you!)

No One Comes Friday

Paring: Derek Hale/Reader

Tags: female reader, fluff, humour, teacher!reader, pack family, Derek is a good boyfriend

Summary: Reader just wants five minutes more. Derek does his best to get her off to work. But it’s Friday…

Word Count: 935

Posting Date:  2016-05-23

Current Date: 2017-05-12

Originally posted by natasharomanoff

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Okay so while I’m thinking about it

Reylo fic based on the trailer: Rey is sick of being constantly compared to Kylo. Luke refuses to see her as who she is and instead sees her as a shadow of Kylo. In Luke’s misery he goes on an on about Kylo, about Ben.

Feeling rejected, Rey decides to leave Luke, and finds herself with nowhere to go. She doesn’t want to be a burden on the resistance who’s counting on her to learn to use the force, and Jakku is no longer an option for her. So, out of options and desperate to find a place in all this, she goes looking for Kylo. Upon meeting, she bitterly hisses “the man I’ve heard so much about,”. Kylo and Rey fight, Kylo knocks her to the ground- and he stares down at her, and says “you still need a teacher,”

Rey stands, deactivating her sabre. She starts to reply, when the guards appear and take Rey into custody. Kylo tries to convince Snoke that she can be useful to them, that she’s an asset, but Snoke is pissed over her presence making Kylo’s allegiance waver, and tortures her. Kylo, unable to stand by and watch tries to speak to Snoke again, hoping to make him stop but Snoke tells him to fuck off and sends him out of the room. Kylo leaves, but can still hear Rey’s screams. He stares at his mask, hating what he’s become, and smashes it to pieces before going back inside, and pointing his lightsaber at Snoke.

And that’s all I got.

Travelin’ Soldier Part 2

Travelin’ Soldier Part 2
Summary: Reader is currently deployed in the army to an undisclosed combat area. She has been deployed for nearly two years. Anxiously awaiting her return is her husband and brother as they film for Supernatural. Letter comes informing the family that she may not be heard from for awhile and soon devastating news comes.

Characters: husband!Jensen x Reader, Jared x Reader (Twins), Gen, Shepherd and Thomas.

Disclaimer: I do not own the title of the song Travelin’ Soldier by the Dixie Chicks at all. I simply thought it could be a little fighting. Not hate towards Danneel either, as this is simply fiction and not real.

Warnings: possible swearing, war and angst.

Author: Caitsy

Tagging a few at the end. I suppose I could start a tag list. Send an ask or message to @caitsymichelle13!

A/N:  I want to thank you so much for the support you have sent to Ash and I! I was reading the comments on part 1 and I sat there fangirling over every single note I saw! My heart was broken writing this part, and too be honest I didn’t know if I could write another part. I want to thank you @trustnobodyshootfirst for helping me in the decision. Let me know if you want more!

Part One


Originally posted by alienhomegurl

Y/N woke up shivering in the cold room she was in, the chill was the exact opposite of the conditions outside. She wasn’t sure how much time had gone by since the failed mission. She believe it had been a long time given one of the bruises on her leg was now so faded she almost forgot she had it. Her lip was cracked from the split down the centre and from licking them so much.

Her head ached but never quite as much as her heart did. She had broken her promise to her family on coming home safe. She didn’t know if she would survive however long it had been. The only mercy her captors had shown was the food tray abandoned by the door. Y/N remembered a former soldier having been tortured for days on end and yelling in his sleep on the minimal food he got.

The chains around her bare ankles were rubbed raw from the struggles to break free. Long ago she had given up trying to get out of them. Instead she would sit on the dirt ground trying to draw up a plan to escape.

She regretted not starting a family with Jensen when she had the chance, but at the same time she couldn’t regret serving her country. It was in her blood with many members having fought in the world wars and the Vietnam war. She had struggled as a teen wondering what to do with her life, she wanted to do something that would leave a mark whatever the size. Jared, her twin brother, had gone on to be an actor. She had decided to join the army when a member of the army had came to give a presentation during the end of her junior year. She had never regretted her decision since.

She remembered having to sit down with her family near the end of senior year to give the news following the conversation with her parents. Her parents had been asking her about colleges and career decisions since the end of sophomore year.

April had come with balmy weather as to be expected, this was one of her favourite times of the year. It represented a change before school ended for the year. Senior year had gone by just as fast, if not more, as her parents had told her. It also brought complications with her future.

Y/N had always struggled in school to find her purpose. She wasn’t stellar as school work and math was something she didn’t have the best marks in but she had high grades. She enjoyed being on a few sports teams even if she wasn’t entirely dedicated. It was a shock when she got athletic scholarship offers from a few different colleges but even though her Dad hoped she attend one she wasn’t sure.

She knew what she wanted to do but she didn’t think it would go over well with her family. The minute that presentation on the army had commenced during her sophomore year she had known what she dreamed of doing. Well over a year had passed since that fateful hour so many moons ago. She had managed somehow to ask the right questions before deciding it was time to talk to her family.

That’s why her parents, older brother Jeff, her younger sister Megan and Jared were sitting in the well accommodating living room patiently waiting for Y/N to explain.

“I know you guys have been nervous about me. I’ve never given an answer as to what I want to do with my life. What college I should attend and what career I should do. I didn’t know for quite some time.” Y/N shakily explained nervously rubbing her clammy hands on her jeans.

“Where’s this going?” Her Dad, Gerald, questioned clasping his hands together.

“Okay, Jared do you remember that presentation back at the end of sophomore year?”

“Um…the one on drugs?” Jared slowly questioned.

“No. The one about…um…the army.” Y/N meekly said looking at the varying emotions flitting across everyone’s face.

“T-the arm-army?” Her mother, Sharon, questioned paling at the news.

“Yeah. It really hit home with me.” Y/N took a deep breath in, “I want to join. I’ve been inquiring on everything about it.”

“No!” Jared announced feeling the utter fear invade his body. He didn’t want his sister risking her life.

Sharon broke into tears at the news, she hadn’t expected this heart wrenching news. All she could do was huddle into her husband’s arms as the emotions rushed through her. Jeff and Megan sat stoic seeing the reactions happening before each let one tear fall down. Gerald was scared but proud at the same time.

“Are you sure?” He asked his second oldest. His little dragonfly had always been feisty growing up wanting to match her twin in everything.

“Yeah. I am.” Y/N smiled at her father, “I want to fight for my country. I’m joining no matter what and I’m sorry if it hurts but I have to do this.”

“I know dragonfly.” Gerald said hugging his daughter tightly allowing some tears to fall before pulling back and smiling, “I love you.”

“I love you too.” She whispered to her Dad before turning to her family.

“I’m doing this for my country. Please understand, I’m coming home everytime. I’ll walk in that door in one piece I promise.”


The Padalecki and Ackles families waited for any kind of news. One month passed with nothing, another passed. Soon summer turned to fall and the leaves fell creating beautiful colours on the ground. The boys, not understanding why their family was upset, would jump into the piles as their Dad raked them up.

They never gave up home on their soldier. It become mechanical to thank the fans at every convention, Jared and Jensen appreciated the support but it didn’t stop the pain. They went on with their days trying to ensure the young boys would remember their aunt. It was hard when the snow fell and thanksgiving passed by in the blink of an eye.

Jensen would have to leave the room whenever Shep or Tom brought up Y/N. He would have nightmares that caused him to throw up after. It become needed to have a bucket beside the couch, no longer could he sleep in their bedroom.

He had no recollection of time anymore. He still held out hope even after Y/N had been pronounced dead; a little over a year after her disappearance. No news came about her anymore and it was soon believed she had died. No body was found either.

He went about his everyday life like a zombie, he nearly a goddamn robot on set. He would wake up from a nightmare unable to go to sleep again, stay up watching the sunrise with a coffee that churned in his stomach. He would go to work, and come home to repeat the day again.

When she was pronounced KIA she was no longer brought up in conversation in fear of setting Jensen or Jared into a nervous breakdown. Overtime the memory of Y/N faded from her nephews minds; it wasn’t on purpose but they just didn’t understand.

Summer came and with that so did a break for Supernatural. Jensen loathed this because it caused a lot of time to think about his wife. It brought heartbreak when his friends tried to set him up on blind dates. God he remembered the first time it was brought up.

A month after the announcement of Y/N’s presumed death Jensen had been dragged out of a local football team. His friend’s son had a football game and he wanted Jensen to watch the opening game of the new year. He was watching dully as he pictured what his and Y/N son would have played. He almost didn’t hear Jason’s voice in his ear.

“She’s a nice girl. Very pretty and kind. She’s the new teacher at the elementary school.” Jason said clapping with the rest of the crowd, “Jenny bumped into her in the grocery store. Struck up a conversation. You should go out with her.”

“What?” Jensen snapped in shock at the words he was hearing.

“It’s a blind date. Y/N-“

“Don’t say her name.” Jensen croaked feeling tears well up.

“One date. You don’t have to propose to the girl. Just have a drink with her. Tonight, at the bar. She’ll be wearing a blue scarf and glasses. Her name is Eleanor.” Jason sighed.

“I c-can’t.” Jensen mumbled closing his eyes.

“Consider this the favour you owe me.” Jason stated before cheering for his son.

Jensen did as Jason asked and showed up on the dot at the bar. Within seconds he had found the dark haired woman sitting in a booth. She was pretty, he would admit to that. Kind face, and he didn’t want to be rude but he would probably describe her as on the plus side with rich chocolate skin. She was a mixture of confident and insecure. He ordered his favourite brand of beer and walked towards her booth.

“Eleanor?” Jensen cautiously questioned. He felt almost dirty even standing near her.

“Ugh. Ellie please.” Eleanor’s silky voice replied, “Always hated the name. I’m guessing you’re Jensen?”

“Uh-Yeah.” He mumbled sitting down in the opposite of the their booth.

“It’s nice to meet you!” Ellie grinned showcasing slightly crooked teeth and shining eyes.

“You-you too.” Jensen mumbled not meeting her eyes as his picked at the label on his beer.

The conversation was okay. She didn’t remind him of Y/N yet at the same time she did. She loved children and told funny stories of the the kids. However the entire time all Jensen could feel was as if he was betraying his wife, cheating on her or her memory.

“Wanna get out of here?” Ellie questioned. Her implication was clear as her hooded eyes drank in the view of the gorgeous man in front of her.

“No.” Jensen gulped feeling the tears well up.

“It’s okay to have fun.” Ellie calmly said putting her hand on Jensen’s arm, “It doesn’t mean you’re cheating-“

“This was a mistake.” Jensen choked out turning on his heel and quickly returning to his car. The car that still had the faintest smell of Y/N perfume.

He broke down in that car. He hit the steering wheel and screamed at himself and Y/N. When his head rested on the steering wheel, his broken voice pleaded to bring his Y/N back. He pleaded her to forgive him for yelling at her memory and meeting another woman.

Dear Y/N,

A year has gone by. Fall came, the boys love to jump into the leaves. God you’d love hearing the boys being Captain America and Iron Man. They’ve become obsessed with the superheroes. You wouldn’t believe how it happened.

Gen and I were in the kitchen talking about the baby. We had a beautiful baby girl. Born on your birthday. We named her after you, her middle name is your first name. She’s gorgeous with her beautiful eyes that remind me so much of yours. The day she was born was a time of both pain and celebration.

Anyway I’ve gotten off topic! We were in the kitchen when we heard a swear from the living room, in typical fashion we rushed into the living room. Tom had managed to turn the tv show to a movie of marvel. The one about the battle of New York I think. They refuse to not play as the heroes. It’s adorable. Reminds me of us pretending to be Power Rangers. God I miss those times.

Jensen’s going alright as much as he can. It’s painful for him you know. Jason, you remember him right? Well he’s been pushing Jensen to go on a blind date. You know Jensen though. Completely stubborn. Refuses to go but I also know that you would want him to happy and find someone. Don’t hate me but I caught a part of one of the letters you sent him. I promise in four years in he hasn’t found someone I’ll try and get to start to find someone. I promise.

Mom and Dad are doing good also. They’ve begun to return to their routine, both have pain in their eyes but we won’t give up on you. I would never give up on you. Jeff and Megan are dating some good people. You’d love them because you have the largest heart of anyone I know. Probably bigger than Sam Winchester! Anyway I better go.

It’s my turn to change my baby girl’s diaper. I’ll write you soon I promise.

With Love,

Your twin.

Jared wiped a tear away sealing on the many letter he had and placing it in a box to join the others. It was therapeutic for him to write letter for his sister. Helped him in a way and it find almost like he was communicating with you. God did he miss you and it broke him every night. You didn’t get to meet your niece and her eyes reminded him so much of you.

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Castle Ficlet: White Fences 1/1

Warning: Pregnancy Loss/Miscarriage

White Fences

Post 8x22, Angst/Tragedy, (possibly AU)

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“Do Me Bad” (Pt10)

Part 1, Part 2 ,Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9

Member: Sehun from EXO (ft. Chanyeol, Kai and Xiumin)

Genre: College!au: Angst and fluff

A/N: Part 10 is finally here! I hope you all like it ;) again, asks are always welcome I love hearing your opinions and feelings after I post a part! ❤️ enjoy!

“Who’s the girl?” Jongin pointed out Sehun’s new arm candy as he was approaching their lunch table.

“I don’t even know anymore…I lost track after the 5th girl” Chanyeol took a sip of his soda.

The girl Sehun had with him was beautiful to say the least. He has been switching those girls everyday for the past week or so. When the girls at the campus heard Oh Sehun was single, they were practically dropping at his feet. After seeing him with that girl the other day, he quickly returned to his old ways. Using girls, drinking, smoking, Oh Sehun was back. The one thing that didn’t change was his leather jacket.

“What are you staring at?” Sehun laughed as he said goodbye to the girl and sat down next to Jongin.

“Nothing. We were just wondering how your dick hasn’t fallen off yet” Jongin let out, making Chanyeol burst in laughter shortly after an apparent smirk snuck on Sehun’s face.

“It is back in the game yes.” Sehun shot them with a wide sarcastic smile.

“Don’t act like it wasn’t in the game before. I’ve witnessed it in action, unfortunately.” Chanyeol burst in laughter once again from Jongin’s remark, unable to breathe from watching Sehun’s smug smile drop.

“You know what? She wasn’t even that good anyways” Sehun rolled his eyes.

“Sure she wasn’t. OH Y/N OH MY GOD DON’T STOP OH” Jongin yelled all over the cafeteria before Sehun jumped on him, covering his mouth with his hand meanwhile Chanyeol was dying next to them.

Jongin was busy holding his laugher against Sehun’s hand until his gaze focused on something outside. Sehun turned his head to face the direction Jongin was staring at. The minute he did, his expression fell short. Chanyeol shortly caught his breath and turned his attention to the window behind him, seeing Xiumin’s lips on yours as his hand traveled around your waist.

“Oh…that” Chanyeol awkwardly turned back around before Sehun cleared his throat and let Jongin out of his grasp.

After having that talk with Chanyeol last week you still haven’t found a good time to ask Xiumin about all the information you suddenly knew. You were gonna do it but no time was right and a part of you was also a little scared to know the truth.

“Hey!” you quietly let out as you approached the boys, sitting down next to Chanyeol. Sehun was sitting right in front of you but you didn’t make any eye contact. An awkward silence filled the area and suddenly even Chanyeol didn’t know what to say.

“I’m gonna get some fries” Sehun got up from his seat, leaving you Chanyeol and Jongin together. The minute he left, both of the boys turned their attention at you, all wide eyed and silent.

“Have you talked to Xiumin yet?” Chanyeol broke the silence.

“No… I didn’t find the time to yet” you said as you got up and headed to the stand in the cafeteria where they had all the forks and knifes neatly placed. As you made your way to the stand, Sehun crossed your direction with a hot fries bag in his hand. Your head shot up as an instinct and your eyes met with Sehun’s. His look was dark and emotionless, as if you really were just no one.

Coming back to the table you sat by Chanyeol again as the boys started chatting about something else. They were talking about some big party that was going to be held today at some girl’s house.

“Are you gonna come Y/N?” Jongin disrupted your thoughts.

“Yeah maybe” you nearly whispered.

“I’m coming.” Sehun confidently raised his voice.

“I don’t know if I want to go-“you hesitated.

“Guess I’ll see you there then” Sehun claimed as he interrupted you mid sentence. Getting up from his seat, he sent you another arrogant look and left.

What was that about? That was probably the first time Sehun has spoken to you since you came to his dorm. Why does he want to see you there? It’s not like you’re on good terms right now to party together. The looks on Chanyeol and Jongin’s faces as Sehun left were just as surprised and confused as yours

The day went by pretty fast; you had your regular classes and met up with some friends and by the time you knew it it was already dark outside. You were lying on your bed, staring at the ceiling and contemplating whether you should go to this party or not. On one hand you really did need something to loosen you up a little after all the drama that was going on around you but on the other hand, Sehun was going to be there and that just meant the night was not going to pass peacefully because drama follows wherever Oh Sehun steps.

Your phone suddenly lit up with a text, disturbing your confusion.

“I’m going to this party in an hour and you’re coming with me.” – Xiumin

Well here was your answer.

He then texted you to meet him there so you got up from your bed and shook the bad mood off your mind. Grabbing a short skirt and a white t shirt, casual but sexy was what you were going for tonight. It was a party after all.

Approaching the house the party was held at, your eyes suddenly focused on the guy that was waiting for you in front of the entrance.

“You look beautiful, as always.” A smirk snuck on Xiumin’s lips as he locked eyes with you.

“You don’t look so bad yourself.” A laugh escaped your mouth as you saw him roll his eyes. He was wearing a nice pair of black ripped jeans and a white buttoned down shirt.

Wrapping his hand around your waist, he led you to the center of the party. It was loud and extremely dark with only a few red lights shining through the night.

“I’m gonna get us some drinks” Xiumin shouted against your ear, leaving you alone.

Looking around for a minute, you recognized what was Chanyeol’s broad back and Jongin’s beautiful blonde hair.

“GUYS!” you ran up to them, tapping on Chanyeol’s back and almost giving him a heart attack.

“JESUS DON’T JUST SCREAM IN MY EAR LIKE THAT” Chanyeol shouted at your direction, clenching his heart with his hand and holding a drink in the other. A smile snuck on both of the boys’ faces as they saw how smiley and energized you were. But before they could yell another thing at your direction, a hand placed itself on your shoulder.

“Is your boyfriend here?” Sehun’s broad figure hovered over you. His hand was as warm and big as you remembered, covering all of your shoulder with ease. He was looking down at you, his eyes only on yours.

“Uh yes he’s bringing us some drinks now” you blurted out, looking back at his face which was close to yours that you could feel his warm breath on your features.

“Excellent” he returned a wide fake smile before letting go of your shoulder and heading to where Xiumin was just coming out from.

“Was that just Sehun speaking to you?” Jongin raised his eyebrow as a laugh left his lips.

“Yeah…weird right?” you returned a laugh.

Chanyeol stayed quiet as you noticed him gulp and look away with a look that seemed to avoid you. Looking back at where Xiumin was before, no one was there anymore. You made your way through the crowd and snuck to the kitchen of the house where you assumed Xiumin would be.  

Opening the door slightly, the room was lit up and there was a conversation held between two men. Opening the door a little wider you were able to hear and see a little better. Xiumin was in fact standing right there with your drinks on the counter as he chatted with the tall man. You took one more look at the back of who the man was and it quickly came to your mind that it was no other than Sehun. You tried to listen in to what they were talking about but it was too hard to focus on their sayings with the booming music in the background.

“Are you gonna tell her the truth?” you managed to catch on to what was Sehun’s voice.

“No. I don’t think you’ve suffered enough yet.” Xiumin replied with a laugh.

What were they talking about-

“MOVE” a drunk guy pushed you through the door causing you to stumble at your feet as you got thrown just in the middle of the scene. Sehun and Xiumin stood at their places, staring at what was a very embarrassing scene. The guy walked between Xiumin and Sehun and grabbed another drink before leaving the room. Both of the boys crossed their arms as they turned around to face you, demanding an explanation with their eyes as to why you were pushed in here. But all you could do was laugh awkwardly at getting caught.

“Do it before I break your head into pieces.” Sehun’s face was red with anger as his gaze was locked on Xiumin’s relaxed posture. He sighed once before looking at you with an innocent look.

“Now.” Sehun raised his voice.

“Let’s go, he’s not worth the nerves.” Xiumin grabbed your arm and led you to the door.

“He’s using you” Sehun shouted at your back as you were about to leave the kitchen.

“What?” you turned your head around, looking innocently at his serious expression. You stopped your steps, making Xiumin stop with you. He wasn’t having any of it, trying to drag you away with him as you looked at Sehun.

“He’s using you. Why do you think he started dating you after he saw I was your ex?” he made one step closer to you, his gaze not leaving your eyes, arms still crossed above his chest.

“Come on” Xiumin pulled you with him one more time.

“Stop.” You let yourself out of his grasp as you took a step further from him.

“Chanyeol told me about him. I can’t believe I didn’t recognize him earlier but I sure do now. It’s true that I’ve done some stupid things in the past and even in the present. I did steal his girlfriend and I did hook up with her in the bathroom from what I can remember. But at some point you just have to learn to let go.” Sehun’s gaze shifted to Xiumin.

Earning only a sigh from Xiumin, Sehun continued.

“He has been using you this whole time to get back at me. He’s only dating you so he could get revenge for what I’ve done to him”

“Listen not all of this is true” Xiumin quickly interrupted. Your face was frozen and in disbelief. Was he really using you this whole time?

“Let me explain.” Xiumin took one step closer to you as you took one step back, your face set on the floor, avoiding his eyes.

“That moment you asked me to help you make him jealous I didn’t think of helping you but the moment I turned around to see you were dating Oh Sehun, nothing really went through my mind but ‘do it’” you looked up at Sehun as Xiumin continued.

“I didn’t let go after that because I thought it was the moment I’ve been waiting for since high school. Sehun is an asshole and he deserves every pain that comes in his way. Being a rich brat to other people doesn’t get you on everyone’s best side. So I wanted to use you to get back at him yes.” You looked back at Xiumin with the most disgusted look written all over your face.

“But as I got more into you, I actually found out you were the complete opposite from him and I started falling for you. I mean the sex was great yeah but your personality made me rethink things” he let out before Sehun cut him off with a laugh.

“He’s using you to get back at me, End of story.” Sehun uncrossed his hands as they made their way to his back pockets.

“I heard you say that Sehun hasn’t suffered enough quite yet so you weren’t going to stop now.” You claimed as Xiumin’s face lit up.


“You really did use me. And you were still going to?! You really were going to let me sleep with you as you got your revenge on Sehun on something that happened in high school?! You know what Xiumin? Maybe you deserved having your high school sweetheart being taken away from you because you sure as hell wouldn’t have treated her right.” You broke your silence, leaving Xiumin speechless and angry.

Before any of them could react, you ran through the door straight to the exit to leave this place as soon as possible. Not even saying goodbye to Chanyeol or Jongin, you ran back to your dorm and dropped face down on your bed. Tears were making their way down your cheeks and nothing felt right. You closed your eyes, trying to act like it would drive all the pain away and it did. You fell asleep for a few hours before a loud knock on your door woke you up.

Slowly your eyes opened without any strength, you pulled your body up from the bed and walked up to the mirror next to the door as loud knocks kept voicing themselves through your door. Taking one look at yourself, your face was a little swollen from the tears and makeup was smudged down your eyes. You looked like hell.

Loud knocks kept sounding off with every second that passed by. Who the hell is it and what does he want, was all that was going through your mind. You turned the handle to the right to let the door open past your face. Standing in front of you was only one person. He took one step further, letting himself in as a worried look led his face.

“I hate you.” You sighed, looking at his expression.

“I hate you too.” he nodded with a sigh. He let his hands cup your cheeks as he took another step to close the space that was between the two of you. Closing the door behind him with his foot, his lips pressed against yours. They moved in soft gentle movements, wetting your lips and lightly tapping passionate kisses on them.

“I lied” he whispered against your lips. “I actually love you”.

You took one look at his brown eyes before whispering back.

“I love you too Oh Sehun”.

thegaypumpingthroughyourveins  asked:

It's five in the morning I just woke up AGAIN and my body has been doing this to me for the past week I am exhausted :(

I’m so sorry, lovely! I meant to respond to this WAY EARLIER - but fucking LIFE™ got in the way. Have some teeth rotting fluff (edit: whatever this ended up being) as my apology. I hope you’ve been able to sleep well since.

[EDIT] As a quick side note now that I finished writing it, I am super tired and just realized I changed tenses a million times - please forgive me if this or the characterization OR THE ANYTHING doesn’t make sense. XD I tried.

It’s common knowledge that Percival Graves does not sleep. The aurors tell Newt that the man’s blood is made of coffee. He ingests more cups of black, soul crushing coffee than he does water; or food, for that matter. One might even call it an addiction, if they really didn’t give shit about their job or their life. 

He takes his biggest cup in the morning - it is also his strongest cup. The sharp, heady stench of black roast can be smelt all across MACUSA every morning from Graves’ cup alone. From there, he has another two before lunch time. Sometimes, he’ll eat a sandwich or hotdog. Usually, he’ll forget. He’s only got time to brew a cup or grab a bite before his 1 o’clock meeting, and everyone knows what he’ll pick.

There’s another large cup that comes around 3. Another before the end of the day, and finally - after his most painful Wednesday meeting - a cup of blonde roast with just one dollop of honey, to soothe his enraged throat after a meeting of enraged interdepartmental fighting.

Everyone knows that Percival Graves does not sleep.

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Javid Titanic AU - Part 26

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When they stepped out onto the boat deck, Davey’s first instinct was to shy away. It was chaos plain and simple and he just wanted it to all be over. He wasn’t even sure he cared how it ended anymore, he didn’t have the mental capacity to visualize beyond sunrise; he just wanted to stop running from water that didn’t care who it killed and men who wanted to kill him just because he was happy.

There were people everywhere, more people than Davey had ever seen aboard, all scrambling and falling and pushing to get towards the back of the ship. Still women, still children, not in lifeboats but here, fighting for their lives along the men who outnumbered them. He heard a cacophony of screams and turned to see a life boat still unlaunched down where the ship now met the sea, passengers spilling out as the water caught up with it and people desperately trying to cut it free. He didn’t even want to imagine the horrors below decks as people were trapped in areas filling fast with water.

Jack looked around at the mayhem that the ship had dissolved into and tried to think through this logically. The life boats were gone and, from the looks of their lights, they were already too far out to swim for. He wasn’t even sure they would have let them on board had they made it there. It was clear no other ship was coming to help anytime soon, so it was a matter of surviving for the longest time possible. Which meant they had to be out of the water until the very last second.

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Hey Bartender Chapter 9: Whiskey Bent and Hell Bound

Pairing: Bartender!Reader x Rock God!Rob

Chapter Summary: Even what seems to be a good thing can’t stay good for too long. Reader thought they were on the same page, so why is Rob being such an ass?

Word Count: 3321

Warnings: drinking as usual, swears, rude Robbie, angst

Catch Up: Chapter 1  Chapter 2  Chapter 3  Chapter 4   Chapter 5   Chapter 6  Chapter 7  Chapter 8

“So, I think we need to talk about what happened last night,” Kim began as she sat across from you at the table. She had called you in early for a chat, something that you expected anyway since you knew Matt would tell her about the fight that had happened.

“Okay, what’s up?” You asked, trying to appear as if you didn’t think it was a big deal.

“Lola, you know I can’t have things like that happening here. It was bad enough the last time you had some crazy fuck hanging out here. I can’t keep you if this is a repeat of that.”

“Kim, I promise, what happened is nowhere near the same thing.”

“Then explain.” She sat quietly, hands folded in front of her as she waited for you to convince her.

“My ex came in here trying to cause trouble for me. The other guy is just a regular, his band plays here all the time. He just stepped in to stand up for me is all. It really isn’t anything to worry about and it won’t happen again.”

“So, I need to 86 both of them?”

“No, not both of them,” you replied, “Rob, the one in the band, he’s a good guy. He’s never given me trouble.”

“His band does bring in most of my business.”

“They’re really good. This place is packed when they play.”

“Okay, but the other guy is done. He’s not allowed here, Matt knows this.”

“That sounds perfect.”

“I don’t know how you manage to attract the attention of creeps, Lola, you’re a sweet girl. I don’t mean to mom you, but you really need to consider the company you keep,’ Kim warned.

“I know. I should’ve been done with him a long time ago, but I guess I’m a glutton for pain.”

“I think we’re done here. See you for your shift tonight?”

“Of course, I’ll be here. Thanks for not firing me.”

“Who am I kidding? You’re my best bartender and a customer favorite. I couldn’t fire you even if I wanted to,” she said with a grin.

“Thank you Kim,” you said again, grateful that she wasn’t tearing you a new one like had expected her to. She was a nice woman who always treated you well, but even you knew better than to bring trouble into her bar.

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Info on Topp Dogg’s performance at Girl Scouts International Camping Meet today

Fansites were again unable to enter the venue and watch the performance. Fans that had travelled approximately 1.5 hours were only allowed to go inside the venue after the performances were done. Topp Klass fansites who had travelled to support the event sang the Topp Dogg fanchants outside as they waited, other fandoms were swearing and fighting with security. Hopefully since fans were unable to document this performance the boys will update us on it!


October Writing Challenge~ Sick {Armitage Hux x Reader}

A/N~ Here we go kids, it’s day three of the October Writing Challenge! This one takes place in an old time fairy tale-like village and I must warn that there is mentions of death, BUT  I’m rather proud of this piece and I hope y'all read it and like it too!

Originally posted by miss-ryska

Dark clouds hang overhead, and the wind blows cold through the dusty streets, warning of an oncoming storm. The village is unusually quiet these days, but with half the residents sick and the other half living in fear, what could you expect. Only the truly brave or desperate venture out anymore. The question is are you the brave, or desperate?

Shops and houses line the street, each looking like the last; sturdy structures of stone and wood. Every home you passed sat quiet and shut up tight, like the barn after dark, protecting the helpless folds of sheep from the dangers of the woods.

The clap of hooves break the fog-like silence, and you quickly step out of the way of a cart drawn by two tired horses. The wheels of the cart crunch against the gravel path, sending shivers up and down your spine. A squatty man with stringy blond hair drives the cart, as he passes he gives you a solemn nod but his gaze doesn’t linger long. In the back of the cart is a figure covered by a dirty sheet. That’s the third one dead this week, just one of the many lives claimed by the disease. There’s rumors among the townspeople regarding this plague. The most accepted is that it’s a curse cast upon the village by the mountain witch, but few have ever seen the witch, and you were beginning to wonder if he was even real.

Finally you arrive at your destination. Its one of the finer homes in town, belonging to the general, Armitage Hux, in charge of the men who guard the village from outside threats. Climbing the wooden steps, you stand on the balcony outside Hux’s door. Please let him be okay. You open the door and quickly shut it behind you.

The room is lit by a single lantern sitting on a large desk. In the corner stands Armitage’s unmade bed, the wool blanket you’d made him lay strewn across the floor. To the left is the stairs leading down to the kitchen where you hear an unmistakable clang. He’s alright! The stairs creak beneath your feet as you descend, alerting Hux of your presence.

“Thank God.” you sigh, releasing the tension built in your chest.

He stands in front of the fireplace, the flames inside illuminating the kitchen. Between you stands a table, that morning’s breakfast still decorates it’s surface.

“I went to the barracks today. When the troops said they hadn’t seen you, I began to worry.”

“My apologies,” His back stays towards you. “But you should go.”

“Leave? I just got here.”

He nods, bringing his arm up to cover a cough. “I’m not feeling well.”

A loud pop comes from one of the burning logs causing you to jump. You seem to always be on edge now. It wasn’t until then you noticed Hux’s current state. His normally well kempt hair lies in disheveled waves, even the fiery color seems dull. His white blouse is untucked and hanging loosely off his shoulders.

“Please,” he whispers. “Now isn’t a good time.”

At his words the air becomes uncomfortably stuffy, as the tightness returns to your chest.

“Armitage.” you step around the table. “Look at me.”

He doesn’t move so you take another step, reaching out to gently touch his arm. Slowly he looks to you. The light casts a hard shadow over half his face, but it can’t hide everything. His skin is ghostly pale, almost translucent. Hux has always been a thin man, but right now he looked skeletal. His cheek and collar bones protrude cruelly, his lips are dry and cracked, but perhaps worst of all are his eye’s. Green as ever, but red polluted the space where white should be.

You gasped drawing back your hand. This is how it begins, with a cold that worsens to something else entirely, followed by the eyes turning red. Within a couple days the victim is comatose, eventually they slowly succumb to malnutrition. Hux had been healthy just yesterday, at this rate he’d be gone within – no you weren’t going to think like that.

“You should go.” he repeated, leaning against the table for support. “You’re at risk here.”

“I’m at risk everywhere!” you cried. “We all are! You’re the strongest one of us how could you get sick.” warm tears blurred your vision. This was a death sentence.

He turns away again, unable to bear watching you cry. “Not strong enough to fight off a curse, I suppose.”

You couldn’t help but to scoff. “A curse… If it’s a curse then why haven’t we sent the troops after the witch to make him end this?”

“It’s not that-” his voice breaks followed by a series of coughs. “It’s not that easy.”

“Not that easy?!” you yelled, slamming your hand against the table, rattling the leftover plate and utensils. “People are dying! You are dying!”

“It’s not worth the risk! You know what happens to those who go looking for the witch.”

“So you’re just going to let this happen?”

Armitage slumps his shoulders, the only sound is the crackle of the fire. Did he really hold himself and this village to such unimportance that he’s willing to sit by idly while everyone suffers? Outside the church bell tolls, ringing through the air like the cry of a banshee; yet another life has been claimed.

“I’m not going to watch you die.” You finally grumble, wiping a tear from your face. “I’ll find that damn witch myself.”