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anonymous asked:

Camping with Haechan au? (is this even considered an AU?? who knows but I mean I think I'd be cute nonetheless since the best writer out there is writing it (if you do decide to do so 😂)) Thank you so much! 💘

omg this would actually make such a good enemies-to-lover au too!!!
here’s some rivalry!campers au

  • you and haechan have been going to the SAME summer camp since you were tiny tiny children
  • and the first year you got to know each other, it was like all hell broke loose
  • because you were two of the most sarcastic, headstrong, competitive children in your troops,,,,,like even the counselors couldn’t keep you two from going at each others necks
  • and you were both like seVEN ?????
  • but you swear - haechan started it 
  • and haechan swears you started it
  • all because you accused him of cheating on the swim relay race because you SAW him use free style and not butterfly
  • and haechan had stuck his tongue out when you accused him and,,,,it’s just a mess
  • every year counselors changmin and yunho make bets to see whose going to be stuck with you two LOL 
  • but yes this year,,,,,the camping trip is going to be an overnight outdoors survival game thing
  • and the minute you guys arrive in the forest haechan walks past you, the smuggest look on his face, going “the entire winter - i built tents in my room to prepare for the moment. i can pitch a tent in under fifteen minutes.”
  • you roll your eyes going “i bet you’ll burn all your food like you did last year too.”
  • haehcan throws a glare over his shoulder and you just wave, going over to your side of the campground
  • later into the evening,,,both your tents are pitched and you’re sitting at the campfire making what the counselors called an ‘emergency meal’ which just consists of starting a fire and grilling sardines over it
  • when you notice haechan is struggling,,,,,,,,which of course makes you grin happily to yourself
  • until,,,you’re done with your fire and food and haechan still,,,,,,,doesn’t even have a flame
  • and you’re not going to help him - oh god no - not after you’ve banked all your summers on destroying each other in every camp activity possible
  • but also,,,even when you go into your tent,,,,the idea of leaving him out there - hungry - for some reason hurts 
  • so you try to talk to yourself about all the things you /hate/ about haechan,,,,but it doesn’t work
  • and with a grumble you get up and march out of the tent over to haechan
  • and he looks up,,,,opening his mouth and you’re like “save it. hand me the sticks, ill make the fire.”
  • haechan protests,,,,,,,he protests aLOT
  • but you don’t listen because your dumb rivalry doesn’t mean anything when it comes down to basic needs like eating
  • “i already won, i started the fire first. now im just helping you eat, don’t think it means anything.”
  • haechan clicks his tongue “i didnt think it meant /anything/ i just dont want you to hold this over my head.”
  • “i wont”
  • “fine.”
  • “fine.”
  • silently you watch the sparks,,,,and then the flames that burst over the sticks. getting up you look at haechan triumphantly and turn to head back to your tent,,,,,,but the minute you open the flap
  • the whole thing topples,,,,,,,,,,,,,
  • “looks like someone didn’t secure their tent. rookie mistake.”
  • haechan’s voice comes from behind and you clench your teeth, turning around you point to his fire
  • “i made that for you, so come over here and repay me.”
  • “are you asking for my help?”
  • “in your dreams, im asking for compensation.”
  • haechan strolls over, grinning as he helps set your tent back up and you watch with your hands crossed to help settle your embarrassment 
  • done, haechan opens the flap and goes “after you, rookie” and you push him playfully
  • but also before you go in you stand there and look at haechan and he looks at you
  • and for some odd reason,,,,you don’t hate it
  • you actually notice,,,,,,,,for the first time,,,,,,,,that he’s pretty cute
  • and his smooth skin and brown eyes aren’t,,,,the worst,,,,
  • but you’re convinced in must be the air up here in the forest or something making you think your biggest enemy is cute
  • but then you hear haechan go
  • “thank you,,,,,,,,,,,”
  • it’s quiet but you look back at him and stutter because “w-what?”
  • “thank you, for helping me. im not saying it again.”
  • you blink and see haechan avert his eyes,,,for the first time - you see clear as day
  • he’s shy
  • and you can’t help but feel your own cheeks flush because,,,,,oh,,,,he,,,,didn’t have to say that but it’s still nice to hear
  • and you nod,,,,not sure what to make of this
  • and then haechan goes “,,,,,,,,,,,ive never said it but you’re ,,,,,,ok,,,,,,,well more than ok you’re p-p-p-,,,,,,”
  • “p?”
  • “,,,,,,,,,,,you’re nice to look at anyway i have to go bye.”
  • and with that haechan storms right across the campground to his tent
  • so fast that you don’t even process his words
  • until you’re laying in your sleeping bag and thinking,,,,,,,,,,,,,,was he going to say pretty?
  • the next morning everyone is happily chattering around breakfast and you walk past haechan who looks over at you,,,,and much to the shock of everyone (counselor changmin drops his plate of waffles)
  • you sit beside him
  • and neither of you say anything,,,,but you eat in peace,,,not bickering or name calling,,,,,,,and it’s,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,enjoyable
  • being with haechan is,,,,,,,,,,enjoyable 
Klaus M. – Long Time No See

Words count: 1960? maybe less maybe more 

Warning: None

REQUESTED: IT TOOK A BIT LONG BUT AS PROMISED HERE IT IS! I HOPE YOU ENJOY IT. AND TO ANYONE WHO REQUESTED: I AM WORKING ON ALL YOUR REQUESTS BEFORE I WRITE SOMETHING OF MY OWN. SO JUST BE A LITTLE BIT PATIENT I STILL HAVE TEN? I THINK REQUEST ON THE LIST.

Requested by @mikki-hear

Hello! I love your Klaus one shots and was wondering if you would take my request? The reader was once married to Klaus but she fakes her death and leaves the Mikaelson’s when she finds out that Dahlia is comming after her child. Centuries later she runs into them in New Orleans. She also only refers to him as “Nik”.

then I asked

Hey, I have a question. In your request. When the reader leaves does she take their daughter with her or no?

Then she/he said

She takes her daughter with her and makes sure that she has a normal human life (as normal as having an immortal non-aging mother could be) so when she returns centuries later the daughter has long since died.

And then I felt as i was stupid for some reason.


You’re a vampire, have been one for a long time. You’ve met Niklaus long before you turned, you met him when you were in high school. A few years of dating and being love, he proposed. You weren’t a vampire then and he didn’t want to turn you into one, unless he desperately needed to. And you never had to turn, even if you were surrounded by the supernatural. He was always there to protect you, not long after you got married, you got pregnant. Klaus having broken the curse was able to procreate and you being a human also meant that you could procreate. It came as surprise to both of you, but you were beyond happy. You were having a child with the man you love, what more could you need?

You gave birth to a beautiful daughter, after you gave birth Niklaus changed you. You became a vampire. A happy one. Your daughter was a beautiful mix of both Klaus and yourself. She was the jewel of the family. Everyone loved and adored her.

But as always being a Mikaelson meant not everything lasts forever. Happiness is included. A few months after you gave birth to your daughter, (y/d/n). Dahlia came into the equation threatening the lives of everyone and threatening to take your daughter from you. You knew that there was no way Klaus would be able to protect the both of you, so you did the only thing you knew you could do. That is to fake your death. You faked your and your daughter’s death and fled the city, leaving no trace of you or her being alive. Your daughter grew as a normal girl, well as normal as having an immortal mother that is. She understood what you were and as she had more wolf and human in her than a vampire, she grew and never stopped growing and eventually she dies. You mourned her for a long time, but never once did you return to your husband and his family.

A few centuries later, you found yourself wondering around New Orleans. You heard about a part in the French Quarter you and one of our friends were going to. It was close to seven when you arrived at a house called the Abattoir.

“This place is amazing.” You nodded your head in agreement. “Maybe you can find someone tonight.”

“(Y/F/N) you know I don’t want to be in a relationship.” You sighed, even though she knows about you and Klaus, she still insists that you should move on and fined another guy.

“(Y/n) you have to move on, I mean what are the chances of you two meeting again?” You just shook your head and mumbled ‘I’m going to the bar.’ Before you left her. You easily found the makeshift bar, and ordered a martini (A/N I’m almost 18 I’ve never drank alcohol before so I don’t know if it’s good.). You leaned on the bar as you waited for your drink.

“What is a lovely girl as yourself doing here all alone, love?” You heard a familiar voice say from behind you, it sent shivers down your spine, if he was here that means… you shook your head, and decided to just ignore him. “Oh playing hard to get are we?” you moved your hair so it was covering your face. But unintentionally you showed him your left hand, where your wedding ring still sits. “Where did you get that?” 


Kol said harshly as he took your hand and pulled you so you were facing him, his eyes went wide his mouth dropped. You looked at him scared and nervous. Kol looked around for a second, before he vamp speed you both into an abandoned room.

Kol stated pacing back and force, you fidget with your hands not knowing what to say.

“Kol.” You said with a shaky voice. Kol stopped pacing and looked at you, he looked betrayed. If he looked like that you couldn’t even begin to think what Klaus would look like.

“How? How are you alive?” He asked you frowning. “We all saw your body and-and (Y/D/N)’s as well.”

“I faked it.” You whispered knowing that he heard you clearly with his vampire hearing.

“You faked it?” He laughed dryly. “Why the hell would you do that?”

“Because it was the only way to give (y/d/n) her best chance.” You said tearing up. “Dahlia was planning on taking her and killing everyone to do so, I couldn’t make my daughter live a life where she is enslaved.”

“We could’ve stopped her.” Kol said calmly.

“And then what? This family has more enemies than anyone else on this planet.”

“Klaus will be mad when he finds out.”

“Is-is he here?” You said stuttering a bit and once again playing with your hands.

“Yes, he is.” Kol said kindly once he saw how scared you were. “He’ll be mad for a while but he’ll get over it, he loves you too much to be mad at you for long.”

“Kol, what are you-“ You both turned to the door way to see Rebekah who was just as shocked to see you as Kol. “Oh god (y/n)?”

You gave her a small smile and a nod, in a second she was hugging you tightly.

“I- we thought you were dead.” She said still hugging you.

“I-I faked it.” And you told her what you told Kol.

“I have an idea.” She said and disappeared from the room. A few minutes later the music outside died down and you hear Rebekah say. “I’m so sorry everyone, but I’m going to have to ask you to leave, we have a family emergency that need our attention immediately. So if you could all kindly leave, that would be great.”

You closed your eyes, knowing what was coming, in under fifteen minutes the place was empty, only the Mikaelson and yourself still in the house, you quickly texted your friend and told her to leave, and that you were fine.

“Rebekah, mind tell me what the ‘family emergency’ is?” Your heart beat became frantic when you heard his voice. Kol laid a hand on your shoulder in comfort.

“Just stay calm no matter what.” Rebekah said her voice near the door you and Kol stood behind.

“Just tell us Rebekah.” Klaus said meaning himself and an equally confused Elijah, Freya and Finn. Rebekah hesitated before she opened the door. Kol was standing in front of you he was hiding you, only the side of your dress was showing. “Who is this?” Klaus demanded.

Kol stepped aside, and you were met with Niklaus in a tux looked at you with his wide blue eyes.

“Hello Nik.” You said softly. In a second you were harshly pressed to the wall, with his hands on your neck.

“Who are you? And how can you possess her body?” Nik asked you through his teeth, you choked as you tried to push him off you, but you didn’t need to as Elijah pushed him off you.

“Calm down, Niklaus.” Elijah said as he helped you up. “We wouldn’t find anything out by you choking her.”

“HOW DARE YOU COME HERE AND LOOK LIKE HER?” Nik shouted hurt and pissed at you.

“It is really me.” You said tears gathering in your eyes.

“NO! She dies, she died and so did our child.” Nik said walking towards you before being stopped by Kol.

“Nik just listen to her.” Rebekah said as she stood by your way.

“Sorry, who are you all talking about?” Freya asked confused.

“My wife (y/n).” Klaus said his voice broken and full of sadness.

“Nik you have to listen, please.” You said practically begging. “It really is me, I swear to you.” When he didn’t say anything you took that as your cue to continue. “When Dahlia threatened us and threatened (Y/D/N) I knew that she wasn’t safe, especially not after she killed all of those people and vampires and even witches. She wasn’t safe. Dahlia wasn’t baking down so I faked our death and ran as far as I could.”

“You took her from me, you took MY DAUGHTER FROM ME!” He shouted making you flinch as for the tears to run wild.

“I had to, it was the only way she would’ve been safe.” You said trying not so sob.

“We could’ve defeated her, we’ve always killed anyone who stood in our way.” He said moving his hand around gesturing to his sibling that were standing around us ready to stop any physical fight from breaking.

“And happens after that? We live a happy ever after?” You asked him getting mad at him for not understanding. “Nik, you and everyone here have a long, long list of enemies that isn’t getting shorter by time, I couldn’t live with myself knowing that I condemned an innocent child to this life. I could take it, but she couldn’t.”

“Where is she?” Nik asked the question that you were waiting for yet dreading. You didn’t know what to say, everyone here wanted the answer to that question yet you didn’t know what to say.

“She live a long happy life, she got married but had no kids, she became an alpha of her own pack and-and she died at the age of-of hundred and twenty seven (A/N she lived this long because she still had vampire blood in her system).” You sobbed, Rebekah gasped and covered her mouth, and the room was silent except your sobs. Rebekah made a move to hug you, but Nik grabbed you and vamp speed out of the room, out of the house and out of the city. You were all alone in a clearing in the woods. You didn’t know why he got you here, maybe to kill you, you didn’t know. But you really didn’t care. “If you want to kill me, then kill me. I no longer wish to live. It has been hard for me since the moment I left you and after (Y/D/N)’s death I only wished for death.”

“I’m not going to kill you.” Nik said shakily, moved your head so you were looking at him, you saw tears running down his face. He was heartbroken and you felt as if everything was your fault.

“I’m sorry, I’m so, so sorry.” You sobbed and Nik pulled you into his arms and hugged you tightly.

“Was she happy?” Nik asked you and you nodded.

“She was.” Nik moved his head on top of yours, you were pressed against him. “That’s all I ever wanted.”

“Nik, I really am sorry, I never meant to hurt you.” You said as silent tears ran down your face. “She love you, you know?”

“She did?” Nik asked his hands tightening around you.

“Yeah, I told her all about you, showed her a few of your paintings and she really did love you.” You said and wiped your tears away. You looked up at Nik who was still crying silently. You moved your hands to his face, swiping the tears off his cheek as his blue eyes stared at you. His eyes were like home, they were familiar something you can always look at and feel loved. “I love you so much Niklaus.”

“And I love you too.” Nik said and he pulled you back into a hug, and vamp speed back to the Abattoir, where everyone was waiting, when they saw you alive and well they all relaxed. Everyone decided to call it a night and talk about everything the day after. When emotions are calm and mind clear and ready. And after that everyone went to their room including you. You were obviously sharing with Nik. You wouldn’t let him out of your sight after spending so many years apart.

Red Lipstick and Leather Jackets

I haven’t had the chance to read it over so I apologise for any mistakes!

In the middle of the room, there’s a desk ringing around in a circle. It’s made of marble and shaking vines of grey stone runs through the beige. The lights dangle from the high ceiling and they cast a yellow glow over every inch of the room.

People are standing around, leaning against tables, sitting on chairs. They hand over cheques and withdraw money, their hearts beating at a regular pace, much to Justin’s disappointment.

He can see Y/N standing just outside the double doors. Her hands are drumming against the side of her thigh while she looks from left to right. He can see she has her leather jacket wrapped tightly around her body and he knows it’s because her weapon is being held within.

Justin let’s his eyes linger on her for a few seconds longer than he should. As though she can feel his blazing eyes burning into her back, Y/N turns and glances in through the doors. She can see him watching her and she sends him a wink, followed by her blood-red lipstick sending him a kiss. He grins evilly with both lust and adoration for his girlfriend-stroke-sidekick and winks back in her direction, hoping no one catches on to dishonest scheme the man and woman in the matching leather jackets are preparing for.

In the small pocket of his jacket, the 44 Magnum gun sits quietly, it’s cool exterior burning his hand. The pad of his thumb tapped the side of it continuously as he awaited the perfect victim.

A well-built man walks by and Justin is far too experienced to know it would be a mistake to attack someone of that size, so he shifts his gaze away and manages to clock a man who seems to be trembling as he walks. Draped in a fancy suit with spectacles on the bridge of his crooked nose, the hair on the bank manager’s head is thinning and it’s clear to Justin that he’s the one he needs.

In two seconds Justin manages to turn swiftly and pull the man into a headlock so that his arm is digging into his Adam’s Apple. A shriek emits from the dry lips of Justin’s helpless prey and fingernails as sharp as pins dig into his arm. As a result, Justin presses the head of the gun against the shining temple of the man.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” Justin whispers before pointing the gun back to the crowd of cowering people. “Now, listen up! Things are about to get interesting!” Justin lets out a sharp laugh with a huge grin on his face. There’s a mad look in his eye.

No one dares to move with the barrel of the gun staring at them, instead they raise their hands in the air or curl in up in a ball on the marble floor.

“I want all of you to sit pretty for a little while, I don’t really want to hurt any of you but if you move even a muscle, I won’t hesitate to blow your brains out and paint a picture on these lovely marble walls with your innards.” He walks slowly into the middle of the room - the manager now sweating heavily under Justin’s grip - and still wears a devilish grin on his lips. “Now, come on Mr. Bank Manager. You’re gonna show me where you keep your treasure.”

“W-what do you want?” the shaking mess asks hesitantly.

“Have you not caught on yet? I want all of your money. D’you think you’ll be able to show me where you keep it?”

“We, we don’t keep it all here, on-only a percentage-“

“And that percentage is what I’m after. Lead the way, Sir,” Justin chuckles roughly into the manager’s ear and it sends a shiver down his spine. His feet threaten to give way beneath him but Justin’s grip forces him to stay on the balls of his feet.

The two men walk slowly around the room, Justin’s gun glares at anyone that makes the slightest movement or the slightest whimper of panic.

“There’s s-some in there.” A shaking finger points towards the cash register behind the high marble desk. “We have tills to-“

“I don’t need to know the bank’s fucking history,” Justin hisses and begins to stride towards the till. He frees the man of his strong hold and points the gun towards his head. “Open it.”

While Justin is busy making his way around the machines and the hidden safes throughout the bank, Y/N hangs around outside under the warm sun. There’s a gun hidden in the depth of her jacket and she can feel its figure against the palm of her hand. She can feel the high levels of power she has with such an object and it sends a wave of recklessness through her entire being.

She risks a glance inside every now and then and she’s able to see Justin pacing around. His hair falls in his face and every now and then, he’ll bother to swipe it back. She remembers the feeling of each strand passing her fingers when she does it for him.

He doesn’t have the slightest look of doubt or fear in the way the way he presents himself and she licks her lips with lust for him.

She realises she’s distracted herself and she quickly shifts her attention back to her surroundings. There’s men and women going about their day, oblivious to what they’d witness if they just turned their attention to anything but their phones or the pavement passing under their feet.

It takes at least another ten minutes before her phone buzzes in her pocket. Not wanting to look too suspicious, she takes her time pulling it out and answering it.

“Get in here, babygirl,” Justin’s deep voice rasps through her ear as though he was stood directly beside here. “I have some friends I want you to meet.” A throaty chuckle chases his words before the line cuts off. I turn on my heels and push open the double doors.

“There she is!” Justin grins madly while holding a gun to the man’s temple. “Mr. Bank Manager, you guys,” he says, waving the gun effortlessly towards the group of flinching men and women, “this is my sweetheart. Isn’t she a beauty?”

Y/N comes to Justin’s side, resting her arm on his shoulder. A small smile plays on her lips but she says nothing.

Robbing the banks and keeping watch is the part she loves; taking money from those who had too much, but frightening the victims and playing with their lives is Justin’s strong point.

“You know,” Justin starts, as though it was the first time he had spoken in a while. “This has been fun. We should do this again.”

The panic on the people’s faces doesn’t seem to disappear but instead, they seem to worsen.

“Princess.” Justin turns to look at Y/N. “After you,” he says and licks his lips when his eyes latch onto the bright red lipstick.

Y/N stares back, a subtle smirk now playing on her lips as she realises her favourite part is coming up; the part where the pair of them because insanely rich in a matter of seconds. She sways her hips because she knows Justin is watching, and her eyes shine onto the sacks that having kindly been filled to the brim with wads of money. She guessed it was Justin’s way of keeping the group busy. 

“Well,” Justin announces. “We’ll be getting off.” Y/N can almost hear the relief setting into everyone’s bodies at Justin’s words. “Is the van outside?” he mutters into her ear. It startles her because she isn’t aware he’d moved across the room. Turning to look at him, she can see him watching her with a hungry look. She nods. “Grab a bag, baby, this is all yours.”

She’s unable to let the idea of it have an affect on her because his lips come in contact with hers and she’s taken under. They’re hot, harsh and hungry for her, and she’s more than happy to give they what they want. Justin growls against her lips in the way he knows she loves, a wave of affection washes over her.

All the while, the gun in Justin’s hand has lowered and Y/N thought it was lucky that no one in the room had the confidence to strike while Justin was distracted.

She watches for a moment as he while his phone out of his pocket to call the few men they had dragged along to help them at this time. Y/N can’t help but notice how the roughness of his face makes him look so attractive. He has a slight mad look in his eyes and she adores it. She remembers a few nights ago when she told him she thought a beard would suit him, and she notices he’s now a few days unshaven.

He turns back to the crowd and continues watching guard, the gun was now in full force. She has to shake her head from left to right to bring herself out of the trance she’d fallen into before grabbing a few of the hefty bags and heading for the door. It opens as her fingers are about to wrap around it, and three familiar faces appear.

She doesn’t have to speak to them; they merely nod at her before silently making their way towards the heap of bags of money. Y/N can hear Justin entertaining the group as they load the van.

Because they’re eager to escape with success, it takes just under fifteen minutes for all the bags to be transferred. Once they’re ready, Justin begins to retreat for the door, making sure the group of - still - shaking men and women don’t move a muscle.

“If you’re going to call the police, please refrain from doing so until we’ve managed to get within a decent radius,” Justin chuckles and the hard grin makes another appearance. “Pleasant day to you all.”

He makes an effort to get to the door as quick as his feet can take him, and once the door is slammed shut and the cool wind is stroking his skin, he lets out a breath before jumping into the front seat of the van. It feels heavy with success.

“Get out,” he says to the three men hunched over in the back. He speaks again before they can protest. “You’ll get your share soon, just get out, and I’d run if I were you.”

A few incoherent curse words are thrown into the air but Justin doesn’t seem to care. The door is slammed shut and not even a second later, Justin and Y/N are gliding around the back of the building at full speed.

“We did it again, babydoll,” Justin grins with triumph, it seems to get bigger when his foot steps harder against the pedal. The engine roars like a riled lion.

“When do we ever fail?” She returns the grin and a familiar look washes across his face like a mask.

“You can have anything you want. What do you want, baby? Anything in your wildest dreams, it can be yours.”

“Just you.”

Justin loves her response, and he has to refrain from growling. A hot rush blinds his sight and he presses his foot down even further, the outside world is one big blur as they speed down the highway.

“Yeah?” he replies before throwing his head back and laughing. “That’s a very dangerous thing to say, babydoll. You know damn well if you play with fire, you get burned.”

His hair is wild and ruffled and she decides he looks beautiful.

“I could snap you like a twig, I could cut you like a rope.” He takes his eyes off of the road to look at her, and all he can see is affection. He’s overcome with adoration and is almost unable to control the hand that reaches across to touch her throat. “And you’d let me, wouldn’t you?”

The two of them are hurtling at full speed, and Justin shows now signs in slowing down. His fingers tickle her throat, but make her skin burn, too. He pressed them in deep for only a few seconds before retracting them suddenly.

“I adore you,” Justin licks his lips and Y/N feels a strong desire to bite down on the bottom one. “I very much want you to play with me, I want you to play with me, even if you know you have a relatively high chance of being burned to death.”

Justin takes Y/N’s hand in his own. His grip is strong and dominant around her small and fragile one. His hot lips drop the psychotic smirk to kiss the top of her hand, it leaves a burning sensation.

Newcomers Pt 22

Malthos sat in the living room with only a small lamp for light, he was reading one of the newspapers that had arrived from the capital that he had bought from a merchant as he wanted to know what was happening outside the city. It was full of a lot of stories of how the Benemar had stopped the Humans advance and were beginning to turn the tide of the war. He had no idea if this was true but he was happy to hear that his people were still in the fight. Although, Creten had said he hoped his people lost the war. He shook his head as if to throw his son from his mind, his own son had turned traitor and thrown his lot in the with the Humans. It was within his rights as a father to cast him out of his home or even kill him, but he did not. For all his son’s faults he was still his son even if he was a creten, an unwanted.

“Are you still awake?” a voice from his left said.

He turned to see his wife standing in the doorway to their room.

“Do you not wish to share a bed with your wife? Have I become undesirable?”

He smiled “No man could ever find such a specimen undesirable” he said getting to his feet. If he had both his arms he would have done the traditional thing and carried her to their bed, but right now he just held her with his remaining one and lead her inside.


Mornings are considered the worst part of the day, at least by Humans who tend to love their beds almost as much as their own children, Karen was no exception to this and moaned as the sun rose and roused her from her sleep. She sat up and looked over at Sharn who was still fast asleep and snoring next to her. In one swift motion Karen pushed Sharn out of the bed and onto the floor.

“Oh sweetie did you fall out of bed again?”

“Fall my ass!”

“You did fall on your ass and it’s a big ass” Karen grinned and Sharn began hitting her with one of the cushions.

“I’m first in the bathroom!” Karen shouted leaping out of bed.

“No you were first last time!” Sharn gave chase but Karen was already inside and had the door locked.

“Ahh you bitch! Why do lock the door, I have seen you naked what do you have left to hide?”

“I don’t want you to see my wobbly bits in the light”

“We don’t have any wobbly bits any more…except for our tits”

“….I’m still not opening it”

Karen laughed as she went to relieve herself but hit her legs on the toilet, she had forgotten about he extra joints and this toilet was built for pre-Celestrian Humans. In the end she had to squat with her feet either side of the toilet….it was not easy.

The morning was like any other in Geeda, people were rousing and the Benemar citizens were going to pick up their food for the day and Humans were making patrol routes along with transports bringing in supplies along with the Benemar merchants. The air was quiet, as Humans would say, it was too quiet.

Karen and Sharn were brushing their teeth when the Link exploded in screams and calls for alarm.

Bombers had been spotted heading for Geeda and a great many of them.


These bombers were no ordinary craft nor were their fighter escorts for these were coated in distortion metal, rather misleading because in fact it was a fabric but a strong one. It rendered the craft invisible to any kind of radar or scanner, they were new inventions created by the Scribes in Potellan. They had experimented with such things in the past but Hopoln had urged them to bring the project back and under wartime conditions had perfected it. It was only by pure luck they were spotted at all, a single patrol had stopped while a number of their soldiers relieved themselves and one of them spotted them in the distance. Using the Link the soldier could tell they were not Human craft.

Not only that but the force had somehow managed to dodge all air patrols and slipped through their net, not only that but the majority of the Humans air force were out on patrol.

“How long till they get here?” Jenkins asked through the Link as he raced to the command tower.

“Spotters say they will be here in a under fifteen minutes”

“Recall all air patrols now!”

“We have sir, they will not get here in time”

Jenkins used his voice to shout a curse “Sound the air raid siren and get the people into the shelters”

The shelters had been dug by the Humans after they arrived in case something like this happened, they did not like the idea of the civilians being without some protection.

They scrambled all their remaining fighters in an attempt to offer some resistance to this onslaught and powered up all their anti air guns.

Much of the city were still in their beds or just about to rouse when the siren sounded and Humans were running from building to building shouting at them to get to the shelters.

Creten held the door open as his family ran through it and out their house, the Humans were still shouting as if it would make them move faster that they needed to get to safety. Creten believed they were frightened too if not for themselves then for the civilians.

The streets were packed but they were moving fast as the shelters were on every street corner and they could hold many hundreds of people but they were soon filling up and space was running out.

Overhead Human craft boomed past heading to the horizon to try and at least slow the bombers down, people looked up with mixed feelings. These bombers were Benemarian, their own kind but were coming to bomb a city they were in which might kill them. The Humans who were the invaders were now fighting to defend them. Survival made many discard these thoughts and keep running to find shelter.

But Creten slowed down.

“Creten?” Selan asked noticing him slow his pace.

“Tell mother, I’m sorry” he said and ran the other direction before Selan could call after him.

He was almost knocked to floor a few times after colliding with people running to safety when he was running towards danger, it was not long before he was alone in the streets and it felt like the city was empty. The siren continue to wail and he ran to try and get to high ground when a familiar face grabbed him.

“Karen!”

“Creten what the hell are you doing here you need to get to the shelter!”

“No I need to see”

“You don’t need to see anything you need to get to safety come on” she shouted pulling him along.

“NO!” he cried and Karen stopped and looked at him “These bombers were sent by the High Chiefs and makes everything I have said about them true, they do not care for us! I need to see this with my own eyes! Otherwise I cannot tell others about this for there will be no feeling in my words. Please! Let me see” he whispered the last part and that seemed to strike her harder.

She rolled her eyes and shook her head as if fighting herself before finally turning to him “Fine! Do not make me regret this!”

She picked him up and put him on her back and wrapped her tail around his waist and in a sense tie him to her, he held on with his legs and arms though for good measure.

“Hold on tight” she said and to Creten’s amazement she moved as easily as if he was not on her back at all but that was not all, with him on her back she in a sense ran/crawled up the side of a building as fast as she could run along the ground.

The change the Humans had undergone truly was remarkable Creten thought to himself as Karen reached the top and leapt from building to building and rooftop to rooftop towards a certain tower.

“Who’s this?” Hopkins asked through the Link.

“It’s Creten”

“Why the fuck is he here? Get him to the shelter!”

“He wishes to see and retell this to the people, fear not I shall take responsibility for him”

This exchange took place over the course of less than a heart beat, the Link sent messages at the speed of thought and in the time it took Karen to land on the building where Hopkins was and for Creten to get off her back the exchange was long over.

“Hopkins?” Creten asked.

“Hello again little one” Hopkins answered first with the Link before switching to his voice.

Creten looked up at Karen who was looking through a pair of binoculars at the horizon, he felt scared being on the roof and being exposed but he fought it down and looked to where the bombers were coming from. Flashes of light signalled the Human fighters battling the bombers escorts and he would occasionally see a trail of black smoke lead to the ground as a craft was shot down. Be it Human or Benemar it was impossible to tell, at least for him. The Humans being in the Link could tell and feel very well which was theirs and which was the Benemar’s and they seemed to wince whenever one of their own was killed.

Creten felt upset, there were warriors from both sides fighting and dying and all he could do was watch and try to convince people that there was more to life than fighting and waging war. He clenched his fists angry, he thought of his mother and he felt suddenly guilty over not giving her a quick hug before running off. Karen seemed to sense this and using her tail she pulled him to her while she kept looking at the battle. He embraced her and this reminded her that he was still a child really, but one had taken up a calling with wisdom far beyond his years. She placed her hand on his head and ran it through his hair in a mothering fashion.


The bombers gunned their engines pushing them to the limit and threatening overheating or worse an overload which would cause the entire craft to up in flames. They were close to the city walls now and they prayed their new coating would shield them from the Humans seekers as they called them. In all, over two hundred bombers were heading to the city and twice that in escorts, trying to stop them were only fifty Human fighters.


The Humans anti air missiles fired, but could not lock onto anything so they flew straight and eventually hit nothing.

“What’s going on?” Jenkins demanded to know.

“The missiles can’t see their target, the bombers shielding seems to affect them too”

Everyone in the Link heard this and as one they knew, they were going to have rely on their small number of fighters to defend them, or at worst try and weather the attack. The bombers were now over the city and they began to loose their payload.

The bombs they dropped went by different names to the Benemar but their effect was the same. They dropped scorchers which was in fact napalm and many people who had not reached the shelters yet met a very horrible end at the hands of this chemical. Most though were standard mass explosive bombs designed to destroy infrastructure but mixed in with these were incendiary bombs meant to spread fire and thus spread the damage. Out of the two hundred bombers that made their way to the city, only nineteen had been shot down, now the city was at their mercy.

It was like a wave of fire following the craft, buildings collapsed, people burned and smoke filled their air.

Not all the civilians had made it to the shelters, with so little warning many hundreds or even thousands were caught in the streets with no hope of outrunning and could only hope by some miracle they were about to survive what was coming.

Karen grabbed Creten as the wall of fire approached and ran leaping from roof to roof as if trying to outrun it, but as fast as the Humans were they could not outrun aircraft. Creten could not help but scream and Karen held him tight in her arms like he was her own flesh and blood and ran with all her strength. She would not see this Benemar, this child die. The bombers passed over them and a bomb hit the building Karen had just leapt from but the one she was to land on was falling, collapsing as it’s foundation gave out. Curling herself around Creten she fell into the fire and smoke.


Nothing, darkness was all that could be seen and it went on for eternity. Were they laying down? Standing? Couldn’t tell but a sound…music? No…a voice…it was singing to him. He felt warm as if he was wrapped in cotton and silk. Then a blinding light and air filled his lungs and he breathed as if he was just now being born.

“A survivor!” a voice shouted, a man, a Human.

Creten looked at the Human moving rubble to get to him, there was something on top of him, another Human….Karen.

“Don’t move little one”

“Hopkins?”

“Yes, it’s me, don’t move, her vines are close to your heart”

Creten looked down and saw what he meant, Karen’s hand was on his chest and they had penetrated his skin and bones to his heart. She had been feeding his body oxygen and nutrients to keep him alive.

“Karen, we’re safe” he said shacking her “Karen?”

Paris When it Sizzles

by: mldrgrl
Rated: NC-17
Summary: Stella and Hank get off to a bad start on a weekend trip to Paris.  This is a full story that covers several Hank/Stella drabble requests, but I’m not going to tell you which ones.

Special thanks to @a-january-girl for fixing my French and going over all the little nuances to get the proper tone.  Also, her handwriting is really good, y’all!


Their weekend getaway had not started on a good foot.  Really, they had been fighting all week.  A series of little spats that finally gave way to a real argument the night before they left for Paris.  Needless to say, the train ride was uncomfortably silent.

In almost two years of living together, they’d had moments of getting on each others’ nerves.  Stella, who had always lived alone, found it quite difficult, at first, to find someone in the same space every time she turned around.  It was unfathomable to look at two toothbrushes in the holder at the sink or find strange things in the cupboards that she would never eat.  Little things like finding his underwear on the floor in the morning or spots of shaving cream in the sink or his scraps of paper with fragmented sentences lying about the house had aggravated her more than she’d originally let on.

Hank, on the other hand, found it harder to integrate himself into London than he did integrating himself with Stella.  The city bothered him more than she did, but sometimes it manifested itself into being annoyed with her.  If it was too cold during the day, he might pout about how she refused to put the thermostat past 18 celsius, making sure to be very condescending about about his use of celsius as though learning the conversion from fahrenheit earned him superiority.

They had been able to work their way past these small things.  Stella grew accustomed to his toiletries crowding hers in the medicine cabinet and Hank found a quiet, cozy pub to spend rainy days writing in, making friends with a few locals that he went out with on occasion.  

The one hurdle they’d never truly gotten over was their different views on acceptable displays of affection in public.  Stella was against them entirely, Hank was entirely for them.  They’d never found it possible to even meet in the middle.  Hank had to keep a lot of restraint most of the time and Stella had to try not to tense up so much when he put his arm around her when they went for a walk.

The spat that had caused the ripple effect through the rest of the week happened at Sunday brunch when Hank tried to take Stella’s hand while they were waiting for their table and she pulled it away from him.  He’d looked at her with an expression she’d never seen before, but that she’d read as ‘hold my hand, bitch,’ and folded her arms across her chest instead.  Brunch was very quiet.

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anonymous asked:

hiiiii darlign! last time i checked on Tumblr i could SWEAR that your blog was deleted. But, I'm not going to question it . Thanks for coming back/still being here. Are you taking requests ? Its that time of the month & I've been binging Say yes to the dress. Soo i cant help but wonder what it would be like dreaming of laying with niall and discussing the style/kind of wedding he'd want/you'd plan together. He'd probably be all about making your dreams come true. sigh i hurt me.

Hi there! I did leave. Then I came back under a different name. Then I went back to my original name. I have issues. Anyway - here ya go. I haven’t done fluff in AGES. Lol.

Originally posted by jlbwedding

Niall Horan Blurb Request - The Wedding Discussion

Niall came through the bedroom door to find me sitting cross-legged on the floor, knee deep in wedding magazines.

“Babe, whaterya doin’?” He asked, slightly alarmed at the look of utter confusion and frustration on my face.

“Planning a wedding, Niall.” I snapped, the frustration spilling over into my words, making them sharper than I’d intended.

“You look more like yer swimmin’ in magazines than plannin’ a wedding,” he joked with a smile, trying (and failing) to lighten the mood.

“Yes. I see that. Thanks.” I tossed one of the magazines off to the side while digging through to find another one.

“Babe, babe……” Niall walked towards me and held his hand out for me. “Come ‘ere.”

I sighed as I reached up and grabbed his hand, allowing him to pull me up and away from the mountain of wedding magazines towards our bed. He wrapped his arms around me and sent us both tumbling sideways onto the bed. “Ni, what the hell?” I started to sit back up, “I don’t have time for this right now, I have to work on the wedding stuff – our wedding planner is expecting everything in the next few days and I don’t have anything rea-”

“Stop, Syd. Just. Stop.” Niall cut me off mid-rant knowing that I was *thisclose* to hysterics. He pulled me back down towards him, draping his arm over my waist and letting his fingertips rest lightly I’m my backside as I settled back onto the bed with him. “This is supposed to be fun, not stressful. You don’t look like you’re havin’ any fun.”

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A God Under The Sun ( Thor x Reader)

A/N: Another story on the beach but I really need some vacation vibes because it’s raining where I am. Enjoy :)


This week, Tony has invited the whole team on a vacation. The house they would stay in was literally on the beach so you just needed to step out of it to feel the hot sand slip between your toes.

The minute the Quinjet landed on the beach all of you ran thoughout the house to change into your swimsuits and ran off to the beach. Thor was rather surprised by the fact that midguardians had to put on special clothes to go swimming, he on the contrary was standing on the sand still wearing his midguardian clothes, and just took out his shoes. While the others were already in the water you sat on your beach towel admiring the view and appreciating the way the sun was hitting your skin.

Thor’s loud voice boomed from next to you and interrupted the flow of your thoughts .

- “ Lady Y/N, why aren’t you in the water with the others?”

You looked up at him and smiled

The sun was illuminating his golden hair and his eyes were a similar blue to the ocean in front of you. If you didn’t know that he was the mighty Thor you could really have mistaken him for a god.

-“ I’m just tanning a bit before joining them” you answered

Thor nodded and sat himself down next to you.

-“ Do you mind if I stay here to keep you company?”  he asked turning his head to you and flashing you a smile

You blushed a bit and nodded before laying down on your towel, letting the sun warm up your whole body.

After a good fifteen minutes under the sun, you sat up and looked in front of you, only to find that the others were still in the water, some splashing each others, others just swimming around lazily while some other were just talking and appreciating the cooling effect of the sea.

-“ Are you ready to go in the water?”

You slightly jumped at the sound of the voice, you forgot that the norse god was right beside you.

-“ hmm…Yes”

You got up and stretched before turning back to Thor who was now on his feet.

- “ You’re coming too? ” you asked the god

-“ It would be a shame if I didn’t take advantage of this trip, I rarely have time for myself and I don’t go to the beach when I have some free time”

You chuckled a bit.

Thor took off his shirt and you took the opportunity to look at his well defined chest. He then got out of his pants, letting him only in his boxers, that left a little to the imagination. And then he bent over and slide his boxer down to his ankles.

You eyes were still glued to his body when he straight up again and threw his boxers away. Your eyes widden at the sight of what his underwear was hiding and your cheeks instantly heat up, your mouth hanging open in the process, but he didn’t seem to mind the slightlest. Honestly ,Thor didn’t seem bothered by the fact that he was completely naked and in presence of a woman, not that he should be ashamed of his perfect body.

-“ Oh God, what are you doing ?!” you exclaimed turning away from him. and placing your hand on your eyes for extra protection.

-“ I’m getting ready to go into the water” he stated like it was the most normal thing in the world.

-“ Where’s your swim suit?”

-“ I don’t have one of those. In Asguard we don’t have clothes for swimming, we just appreciate the feeling of the water on our skin, instead of wasting it with another kind of clothes.”

You didn’t find anything to answer and just stay silent.

-“ Lady Y/N, why are you looking away?”

-“ I….I…” you couldn’t find what to say

-“ Don’t you like how I look like without clothes on ?” he asked

You spun around, shocked by what you just heard.

-“ No Thor! It’s not that. It can’t be that okay, I would be crazy not to like it, it’s just that here, on Earth, we don’t show off our naked body to anyone” you said, having a hard time focusing on his eyes instead of what was on display a little down further .

-“ But you’re not anyone. You’re a fellow teammates and , may I add, a very good friend.”

-“ Maybe but, between friends,here, on earth, we don’t show each other our naked bodies even if we look good and… Can you put something on or something because you’re distracting me”

You were still blushing madly ans struggling to push the strange feeling in your core aside.

Thor bent down and grab his shirt and covered his upper front

You sigh loudly

- “ No, Thor, hide your crotch please”

-“ Oh” he say before moving his shirt to his crotch

“ That’s better” you told him, finally able to really look at him.

-“ I give you all my apologies for embarrassing you, Lady Y/N” Thor said his eyes down

You walked closer to him, but still keeping some sort of distance between the two of you.

-“ It’s okay, you didn’t know.”

-“ So you aren’t mad at me, then?”

You shook your head “ no”

A bright smile spread on his face and Thor dropped his shirt, exposing his manhood to you, once again, but before you could react he walked to you, closing the gap between the two of you and he got you in a bone crushing hug.

-“ Thank you, Lady Y/N” he said in your ear, spending shivers down your spine, due to his breath  brushing your ear, but also because of the proximity of the naked god and the fact that you could feel his member pressed against your tight, dangerously close to your core.

- “ Hey what are two doing ? ” a voice  interrupted.

Thor pulled away from you, but not enough for you to be out of his embrace and look at the source of the voice.

-“ Captain Rogers, Mr Stark!” Thor greeted

“ Oh no” you thought

- “ What are you hugging? Is there something that you two want to tell us?” Tony asked with a smirk.

Thor pulled away from you, but completely this time, exposing his naked body to the two men and wave at them with a big smile on his face.

-“ Wow, wow, wow. Would you hide that big guy!” Tony said covering his eyes with his hand

Steve didn’t say anything but what looking everywhere but at Thor, a slight blush on his cheeks

-“ My apologies, Lady Y/N just told me that it was incorrect to be naked in presence of people, even if we are friends”

-“ Well I’m sure, Y/N wouldn’t mind seeing you naked and even more other thing that imply you being in the state you currently are but, I don’t so please put something on for christ’s sake!”

Thor took his boxers from the sand and put them back on.

-“ Way better” Tony declared taking his hand away from his eyes.

Steve cleared his throat

-“ We just wanted to know if you, guys, wanted to join us” he said his cheeks still  a light shade of pink.

- “ Hmm…Yeah, we’re coming” you assured before Steve started to walked back toward the water, Tony on his trail, who threw you a wink over his shoulder.

You rolled your eyes and turned your attention back to Thor

-“ I think it’s better if you keep your boxers on” you told him

He nodded and you try to walk toward the sea when Thor grabbed your arm to spun you around

-“ I give you my apologies again Lady Y/N, I didn’t know that Midguardians were so prude with their bodies. But I still think that you shouldn’t hide yours, you have the body of an Asgardian goddess and you shouldn’t be ashamed to show it to the world…or me ”

What?

He was looking at you straight in the eyes with a small smirk on his lips. You blushed and turned your attention back to the team in the water before looking at Thor again.

-“ We should join them” you said

-“ We should” he sais eyes never leaving you.

He release your arm and took your hand instead, leading you to the water under the eyes of the whole team.

Tony came into your field of vision and wiggled his eyebrows at the two of you.

You look up at the god cringing to your hand, he had a big smile plastered on his face completely anaware about the looks your teammates were giving you. And as much as you like being close to Thor, you already knew that you’ll never heard the end of Tony’s teasing.

Giant: Ch. 13

Sunshine on my back
Is the only kind I lack
Sunshine in my brain
Is the lonely kind of pain

Come spring, the city was unrecognizable. The entirety of it was filled with people who ditched their parkas and winter garb in favor of soaking up the sun and the breeze and all manner of beautiful weather that made its way to the city. Gone was the slush and the salt, gone was the humdrum days of grey skies and chills that made bones ache and skin crack. Replacing it was that breath of life that is felt through every subway tunnel and sidewalk, that everyone has a bit of a different rhythm to their hearts again. It was the perfect kind of day.

And then Kara got the call.

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Closer Together (Home Part 2)[Luke Skywalker x Reader]

Part 1

Summary: The reader, now a nurse in the Rebellion, reunites with Luke and joins him as he leads a small group of freedom fighters to the ice planet Hoth.

Warnings: Canonical Character Death, Peril, Minor Blood

Word Count: 6000+

“Y/N!” Biggs Darklighter, who had become one of your closest friends, called you from the doorway of the infirmary on Yavin 4 where you worked. “They rescued the princess!”

You heaved a sigh of relief. Rescuing Leia had been on the front of everyone’s minds. “Who did?” you questioned.

“That’s just it,” Biggs announced, walking over to you. “It was Luke.”

Your stomach dropped. Before you could react, your overseer interrupted. “Solo! I need you over here.”

“Just a moment!” you called over your shoulder. You turned back to Biggs. “You’re sure it was Luke?”

“Yeah, but there’s more. Us pilots are suiting up to go to war. The Empire has a weapon called the Death Star, and–”

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Chapter Seventy-Nine

A/N: Thank you all for your lovely messages since the last chapter, I’ve been spoilt by you all with your kind words, so thank you so much 💖 Enjoy the chapter, and, as ever, please let me know what you think 😊

The Duchess of Clarence will be representing the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge at the annual St Patrick’s Day parade in London.

The Duchess of Cambridge will not be attending for personal reasons.

“Personal reasons?” Emmy asked, frowning across the table at Claire and Edward, who had just read out the tweets Kensington Palace had released. Beside her, Harry bounced Grace in his arms, making faces at his daughter, who was giggling at him.

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Wedding Date

Requested by anonymous: Hi!! Can i request one where you’re going to a wedding and shawn is your best friend so you bring him as your date and all your family members are thinking he’s your boyfriend and it makes you guys question your relationship thaaaanks   

Note: This one is a little longer, but I had fun writing this and hope you guys enjoy :)

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You roll your  eyes for what feels like the hundred time in the past twenty minutes. You, your mother and your sister were gathered together at your dining table arranging centerpieces for the tables at your sister’s wedding. They constantly asked you if you were going to have a date to the wedding since you were the Maid of Honor and apparently that meant you had to have a date.

“Y/N, we just think it would be nice of you to bring someone, that’s all.” Your sister Emma simply shrugs, tying some twine around some flowers.

“Em, your wedding is tomorrow, who am I going to take?” You ask her, hostility evident in your voice.

“I don’t know, jeez, I’m just saying. You’ll probably be grateful that you brought one.” Emma says, her eyes widening at your tone.

“Y/N, please be nice to your sister. She’s simply trying to help you.” Your mother defended Emma, raising an eyebrow at you.

You scoff, not retaliating any comments to them and continued to tie flowers together. An hour passed and you had still not said anything, making your sister and mom uncomfortable. But, you didn’t care. Let them be uncomfortable.

Your phone buzzed, indicating you had an incoming text and you stop what you’re doing to look at it.

Shawnie boy:  hey, you up for a little study group at my house? we have that huge chem test on Monday and you’re a genius at chem, pls help? I want to pass lol

You  laugh at your best friend’s low confidence in himself and start to get up, telling him you’ll be there in ten minutes. 

It takes you a second to find your chem textbook, but when you do, you get everything ready to head over to Shawn’s.

“Where are you headed off to?” You mom asks, noticing that you’ve put your shoes and puffy jacket on, as well as gathered your schoolwork.

“Shawn’s,” you reply, grabbing your car keys. “He needs help with some chem homework.”

“Oh my god, Y/N!” Emma shouts, startling you. “You could take Shawn to the wedding with you! Why didn’t I think of that sooner?”

You shake your head, “I’ll be home before nine.”

“Wait, you won’t be coming home for dinner?” You mom asks you.

“Nope, the Mendes household is having tacos tonight, I think I’ll stay over there. See you guys later!” You say, not waiting for an answer as you shut the front door behind you and drive off in your car.

You arrive at the Mendes house in a little under fifteen minutes, making your way to the front door. You knock, knowing you can’t open it with all this work in your hands.

Manny opens the door, smiling as he sees you.

“Very nice to see you Y/N! Come on in, it’s cold out tonight.”

You thank him, entering the warm house.

“Shawn’s in his room and dinner will be ready in forty minutes if you’re staying.”

“Sounds perfect, thank you Manny!” You smile at Shawn’s father and make your way up to Shawn’s room. There, you can see him visibly struggling with whatever problem has been presented to him.

“Ah, thank god you’re here Y/N, I think I’m starting to get an aneurysm.” He ruffles his dark brown hair with his hands and you laugh.

“You can’t get an aneurysm from that, Shawn.”

You plop all of your stuff on Shawn’s bed and he then becomes extremely alarmed.

“Why’d you bring all this shit?” He asks, looking even more stressed out.

“To help you, Shawn, calm down, drama queen.”

You take a seat on his bed and let the studying begin. About ten minutes in to trying to match formulas to compounds, he practically begs you for a break.

Granted, you’re not a complete monster, so you allow him to have one, but he wants to talk about things you don’t.

“How’s the wedding going, Maid of Honor?” He smirks, knowing it’ll piss you off.

You groan, shoving your face into a pillow on his bed, not wanting to answer the question or talk about the god forsaken wedding.

“Oh come on, it can’t be that bad.” Shawn rolls over onto his stomach, looking at you seriously.

You sit up suddenly, because, yes, it is that bad.

“Shawn, Emma is one second away from turning into a freaking bridezilla.” You’re about ready to tell him all about how your mom and sister won’t stop asking you about a date, but you stop. Maybe, it’s not such a bad idea to ask Shawn. I mean, he is your best friend, right? The worst he could do is say no.

He laughs at your comment about your sister becoming a bridezilla, but looks a little confused when you seem like you want to say something but don’t.

“What, Y/N?” He smiles.

“Do you…uh,” you stop, not looking at him in the eye. Maybe this was a bad idea? Yeah, bad idea, forget about it.

“Do I what?” He pushes, making you rethink very quickly about your decision.

“Do you maybe want to be my date? I know it’s last minute and all so you don’t have to, it was just a question. You totally can turn it down if you want to, it was just a question so no hard feelin-”

“Y/N.” Shawn interrupts you. “I would love to be your date, jeez. You don’t have to blow chunks by asking me that.” He chuckles.

Your skin heats up as you’re slightly embarrassed, but he said yes.

“Good, so do you have a suit?” You ask him, knowing that the wedding is tomorrow.

“Do I have a suit? Seriously? You are talking to the king of suits.”

You laugh at how weird he’s being and smile, thankful for your best friend.

  

It was finally your sister’s wedding and let’s just say - she made this so much more difficult than it actually had to be. When you, Emma and your mom arrived at the venue, your sister almost started crying because they put up black balloons by the front doors instead of gray ones. You told her that they were just balloons and she responded with an icy glare, stating that they were “not. just. balloons.”  

However, things mellowed down as she began to get ready, knowing that after today, she’s not going to care what color the balloons were.

Emma had requested the help of a professional “beautification squad,” who were doing the bride’s, bridesmaids and your hair.

After they had gotten finished with your makeup, they did your hair, leaving it in a half up -half down curled bun. You actually thought you looked pretty damn good for having your makeup and hair done by your sister’s “beautification squad.”

The bridesmaid and Maid of Honor dresses were the same, except instead of your dress being a dusty grey, it was a pastel pink. You did think that your sister had very good taste in what she picked for everyone.

As everyone was almost done, you received a text from Shawn, letting you know that he was here.

You left the room where everyone was getting ready and noticed him standing by the foyer. And - holy crap, did he look good.

He was dressed in a full black suit, which in your opinion, was going to make him upstage the groom. His brown eyes glistened under the fairy lights that hang from the ceiling and as he caught sight of you, his jaw practically dropped.

For some reason, you felt extremely self conscious and nervous and you cared about his opinion on if you looked good or not.

Judging by the way he looked at you, you were either so hideous that he couldn’t look away, or you looked better than you thought you did.

The thing about you and Shawn’s friendship is that you never lied to each other, you could always count on him giving it straight to you.

You walked towards him and when you stopped, he finally spoke.

“God, Y/N, you look stunning.”

A huge smile erupted on your face as you hugged him.

“You clean up very well, yourself.” You tell him. “Come on,” you link arms with him. “The ceremony is about to start which means you’re sitting by yourself or next to my crazy family members.”

He just laughs, following your lead.

You weren’t going to lie, seeing your sister walk down the aisle and recite her vows and then well - get married, made you tear up. She is your sister after all, you two grew up together and are the best friends that you wish every sibling had.

The reception started slowly after, Shawn never leaving your side and thankfully, had his seat next to you as well.

“It was a beautiful ceremony.” Shawn commented, taking a sip of the sparkling cider in his crystal glass.

“It was.” You smile, doing the same as you two ate the food provided.

“Do you know where the bathroom is? A guy can only take so much cider.” You laugh, pointing him in the direction of the restrooms before he places a hand on your shoulder and gets up, leaving the room.

“Y/N!” You hear from across the room and you look up, noticing your some of your aunts and cousins, headed your way.

You stood, excited to talk to them after not being able to see them in so long.

“So, uh, who’s the boy?” Your aunt asks you, wiggling her eyebrows. “He’s cute.”

You just smirk, silently agreeing that he was.

“What’s your boyfriend’s name?” One of your cousins ask and you have a weird sensation in your gut, almost as if you weren’t supposed to tell them that he wasn’t your boyfriend.

“Shawn.” You respond, receiving ‘ooh’s’ from your family.

“You two are so cute together, I mean the way he looks at you makes me want to die!”

You’re slightly confused, not knowing what way Shawn looks at you like, but ignore it.

“You two do make a very good couple. Perhaps the next Y/L/N wedding?”

You almost choke on air.

“No, no. Shawn and I aren’t actually-”

“Hello, ladies.”

You look up, seeing Shawn enter the circle your cousins and aunts have made by you and you see some cousins look him up and down, smiling to themselves.

“Shawn right? We were just telling your girlfriend how cute you are together! And why we didn’t hear about you two sooner is honestly a shame. A great shame!”

Shawn scrunches his eyebrows together in a confused manner and looks at you while somehow, your family members disappear around you. 

It was awkward for a second between you two and you knew you had to clear it up.

“I tried to tell them that we weren’t together-” you rushed out, not wanting Shawn to think you were telling people that you two were together.

“Maybe we should be.”

To that, you were surprised and didn’t know what to say. Was he being serious? Your skin suddenly felt as if it were on fire and you’d be lying if you said the thought hadn’t crossed your mind a couple times. But then Lauren came along and you thought you had lost all chances with him.

“What- what do you mean?” You stutter.

“I mean,” Shawn sighed, taking your hands in his before continuing his sentence. “Maybe we should be. Together, I mean. I thought I was making it obvious that I like you?”

Oh god, he likes you and you feel as if you were dreaming.

“You could’ve made it a little more obvious.” You chuckle, trying to act as if your thoughts weren’t all jumbled up in your head.

“Well,” he paused. “Then let me make it more obvious. Y/N Y/L/N, I like you and would love if you went out on a date with me.” He smiled cutely, not showing his teeth and you could tell that he was trying to keep it together.

“I would also love that.” You smiled as he embraced you.

You sister had been right all along, you were thankful you had brought a date tonight.          

anonymous asked:

i need some fluff Sinbad please! love your blog by the way my love ^.^

thank you! hope you like it (´ ▽`).。o♡


“Sinbad.” You said as you sent a stern glare in the purple haired kings directions. “Stop hiding under my bed.”

“I’ll only be a minute dear.” Sinbad said as he quickly poked his head out and sent you a sweet smile. “I’m just doing some cleaning down here.”

“Sinbad.” You said with a groan and a roll of your eyes. “That is nog going to work on me. Just get up and stop hiding from Ja’far.”

“I’m not hiding from Ja’far!” He replied before letting out an obnoxious laugh. “I’ve done all of my work!”

So it was going to be one of those days. One of the days where Sindria’s king would refuse to do his work, actually, refuse wasn’t the right word. A better word would be to avoid his work and you always seemed to find yourself getting dragged down with him. Whenever this happened, which was a lot, Sinbad seemed to distract you, most of the time without even meaning to. 

“I’m going to go and get Ja’far.” You said as you knelt down in front of your bed and peered under it. “You’re going to have about five minutes to run. You sho-”

Your sentence was cut short as two arms wrapped around your waist and dragged you under the bed and against a warm chest. With a sigh, you sent a glare in Sinbad’s direction before doing your best to get out of his arms and out from under the bed.

“Lets stay down here.” He said as he held you close to him and nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck. “We haven’t spent time together in ages.”

“I have work to do!” You said as you continued to struggle to get out of his grip. 

“Not today. We’re taking a day off.” Sinbad said before continuing after noticing you begin to protest. “King’s orders.”

“Sinbad…” You said as you sent him a flat stare. “You know Ja’far won’t be happy.” 

Ignoring your statement, Sinbad proceeded to move the two of you out from under the bed to the top of it, his arms staying tightly wrapped around your waist. As he lay the two of you down, you felt your resolve weakening as you felt the warmth of his arms around your waist and the soft pillow under your head.

“Fifteen minutes.” Was all you said as you closed your eyes.

“Sweet dreams!” Sinbad replied, with what you knew was a smug grin, before placing a kiss on your forhead

Sorry Ja’far.

The ultimate revenge against a bully.

So, this will be a wall of text, so be warned, but the story works best if you read it all the way through.

When I was fifteen or so, a girl, Georgia, started picking on a friend and I. It started out with taunting, teasing and insults, but when we failed to react, it escalated. She eventually resorted to punching us, kicking us, slapping us, slamming our heads down on desks every time she walked past us in lessons, jabbing us with sharpened pencils from behind, and once or twice she even got her posse to help out with a beating or two.

We were shy girls, who often attracted bullies because we were introverted and could come across as aloof because socialising wasn’t our strong suit. My friend and I usually had lessons apart from each other, so when Georgia went for us we were usually separated, and she wouldn’t take us on together, even though we never fought back.

However, one day, my friend had enough, and said that she’d be leaving school before the next term. She said she couldn’t take it any more and wanted to leave. I was really upset by this, because with my best friend leaving, being left alone with my bully and teenage angst all adding up, I ended up with depression.

My friend confirmed not long after that that her parents had agreed, and she would be leaving. But, she said, she had a plan to “go out with a bang”.

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IUD - 10 months later.

I’ve been meaning to write about my experiences with the Mirena IUD for a while now and I figure there is no better time then nearing a year with it.

First let me talk about how it was decided I would get the Mirena put in. I didn’t go to an OB-GYN until I was 19-years old, I never realized what I experienced with my periods was abnormal. I had periods that lasted seven days, with debilitating pain, flu like symptoms, and I went through a 36 pack of super pads every time. I’d always call my mum in tears saying I wanted to go to an OB-GYN but I never made the appointment. One day, during my second semester of college it was too much and I finally made the appointment.

I got in the day after I called and met the the doctor, she talked to me about what my periods were like and decided against a pelvic exam on the basis of she didn’t want it to “look like a murder took place in the office”, something I was rather grateful for. After talking about my limited success with birth control in the past and my mental health issues she suggested I get the Mirena IUD put in an attempt to rid myself of my period all together. She had me make an appointment for as soon as possible and I scheduled it for a month later.

I made sure not to read anything before getting my IUD not wanting to freak myself out and the day of the appointment I went in completely unaware of what I was getting myself into. The doctor preforming the placement talked me through what exactly would happen and we got going. The entire ordeal took under fifteen minutes, if it took even that long. This is where I don’t want to freak you all out but I’m not going to lie either, when the IUD was inserted it was some of the worst pain I’d ever felt. I was cramping worse then ever before and found myself extremely light headed after . They cleared me to go home (I lied and told them I wasn’t light headed) and I had my grandfather drive me there. (Don’t drive after this procedure, seriously, might not be a good idea.)

Now, I don’t want that part to freak anyone out, as I said I did NO reading before I got my IUD placed and didn’t realize you could cut the pain by starting to take ibuprofen 24 hours before hand or having it done during your period. The terrible pain subsided fairly quickly with some ibuprofen and a nap, the cramps were gone by the time I went to sleep that night but I did feel achy for the next few days.

In the months since getting my IUD I’ve had no regrets and I intend to go through that pain all over again in 4 years and 2 months when it’s time to replace it (though it’s likely I’ll try to cut the pain with ibuprofen). The first few months I got irregular but light periods (if I can really call them that) and then a little after six months or so I stopped getting periods at all. From time to time I get minor spotting and have to toss on a liner but they don’t last very long and aren’t a bother at all.

The Mirena IUD has given me freedom I’ve never had before, I went swimming, honestly swimming, for the first time in years, I don’t have to worry about if I’m suddenly going to start cramping and bleeding (I never remembered when my period was), I don’t have to spend $10+ every month just on pads, and I can continue to live my life without one week a month being spent with bloody Niagara Falls in my pants and debilitating pain that doesn’t let me move.

If you’re thinking about getting the IUD and your OB-GYN has suggested it, honestly go for it. The pain is worth it.

Sterek + Halloween Fic Recs

Happy Halloween guys! 

Here’s a list of some Halloween themed fics posted within the past year, (in no particular order) 

Also, this list got kind of long so the majority was put under a read more. 

Enjoy!

This Isn’t Real by littlefrog1025 (1/1 | 3,634 | R)

A well-meaning witch causes a bit of angst between Stiles and Derek with a love spell on Halloween.

Something Spooky, Something Blue by crossroadswrite (1/1 | 2,483 | G)

Derek sighs and boredly stuffs a handful of gummi bears in his mouth, straight out of a Halloween candy bowl Aunt Olivia insists in buying every year even if they never get trick or treaters this far into the woods.

He tilts his head and tunes back into the boys’ conversation, which has been the prime time entertainment of the Hales for the past ten minutes or so.

“It’s dark,” one of the boys whines.

“Don’t be a baby, Scott,” the second chastises.

“But, I don’t wanna,” Scott whines, like a baby.

Imagine Me And You by callunavulgari (6/6 | 16,080 | G)

“My name,” the kid tells Derek, sounding amused. “It’s Stiles. I figure if I’m going to wrestle a complete stranger for a pumpkin the least I can do is offer my name afterwards.”

“Stiles,” Derek tries, testing the way the name sits on his tongue. “I’m Derek.”

“Derek,” Stiles breathes, like he’s testing the weight of the name too. He grins, bright and blinding, which Derek guesses means that he likes the sound of it. “I’d offer to shake your hand, but since we almost got to second base a minute ago, I’d say we’re past that point.”

reason to stay by bleep0bleep (7/7 | 12,564 | PG13)

Life is cruel. Derek Hale is only going to be here in Beacon Hills for a week. Sundays Fun Days is a lie. It was not fun, getting a bit of hope and having it torn away.

How much wooing can Stiles do in a week, anyway?

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It’s the last week of October, and a small town baker has run into his first crush again. Fate might have other ideas. Stiles tries for romance with a little help from what Beacon Hills does best— Halloween.

The power of Superman by mildmanneredmissy (1/1 | 2,566 | PG13)

Derek’s Superman outfit breaks Stiles.

Marked for Later by hazelNuts (1/1 | 5,005 | R)

The Hale and the McCall pack have an uneasy truce. Now, when a witch has been killing people in both their territories, Derek and Stiles have to go undercover and actually work together to stop her.

‘We’ll go as a couple, of course. Then we either ask her if she wants a threesome, or I complain to her about my dick of a boyfriend. That role shouldn’t be too hard for you,’ Stiles grins, delighted at Derek’s horrified expression. ‘Now all we need are costumes.’
‘No.’

Little Red Riding Hoodie and the Sourwolf by SourWolfie (pieprincess_andthe_fallenangel) (1/1 | 7,233 | NC17)

It had seemed like a good idea when Stiles had first thought of it… it was funny… would make everyone laugh despite all the recent deaths in their pack.

Or the one where Stiles wears a revealing little red riding hood costume to Lydia’s Halloween party.

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Newtmas smut whoopsies. Possessive Thomas and temporary slutty Newt ;) 

If someone were to describe Thomas’s mood as ‘angry’, he would consider it as an absolute understatement. 

The first thing he sees walking out of the maze is Newt leaning against a vine fence with his hip cocked to the right. The blonde was staring at Zart while flirtatiously biting the side of his finger like the boy was saying the most interesting thing in the world. Thomas’s jaw tenses when Newt takes a glance at him and then looks back at Zart taking a step closer to him. Thomas watches as Zart freezes when Newt runs a finger down his arm delicately while looking longingly at him.

Thomas’s blood began to boil. 

He had no idea what happened. He had no idea what made Newt act this way. It all started this morning when Thomas had woken up to the sight of Newt gone from the sleeping bag beside him. It was a little alarming, considering Newt somehow always found his way on top of the brunet every morning. 

Though, Thomas had ignored it. 

He had walked to the eating area. Minho and Frypan were always there alone in order for Frypan to feed him and the other runners since they were the first ones to be up. Thomas had gone around the corner into the kitchen only to find the blonde sitting on one of the table tops close to where Frypan was cooking some eggs. The moment Newt had seen him, he had spread his legs flickering his eyes between Thomas and Frypan. He had smiled at the cook suggestively and leaned in close to his personal space. 

Thomas had stormed off.

He regrets leaving without a droplet of food, but he couldn’t look at the scene any longer. He had to share sandwiches all day with Minho, who had been irritated. 

Now, Thomas watches as Newt collects the other gladers’ attention one by one. In under fifteen minutes, Newt had gotten six boys surrounding him still standing in that racy stance. Thomas grits his teeth when he sees Newt obviously pretend to get hot and proceed to remove his over jacket. He decides to stomp his way to the eating area to maybe get something to eat to divert his attention away.

Thomas thought that he was just overreacting, but Newt only continued. 

In the last hour, Newt had managed to flirt with every boy in the glade excluding him. Every time Newt sees him, Newt just gives him a smirk and looks back at his current victim. 

Thomas was livid now. 

Newt has gripped Minho’s biceps saying how he was impressed with the muscle, has leaned down intriguingly in front of six boys, has played with four boys’ hair with a great, big smirk on his face, and he has strutted his way everywhere he goes. He hasn’t even said one word to Thomas since he woke up. 

“Hey Thomas, you gonna eat that?" 

Thomas bites back a cutting remark and just slides his plate to Minho to let him take whatever he wants. He was far too busy watching Newt flirt with the builders just a few yards away. He had decided to eat against a tree in hopes that he wouldn’t see Newt act this way while he ate, but the blonde seemed relentless into getting under Thomas’s skin.

"What’s been buggin’ you all day shank? You went from entering the maze without food, and then it seems like you’re dreading everything you see. What’s going on?” Minho interrupts his thoughts, and he again tries not to respond rudely. He begins to shake his head no, but one look from Minho meant that he wasn’t taking that as an answer. He huffs and leans back into the tree. 

“It’s Newt,” he sighs pointing up at the blonde without a glance. He forces himself not to look. He looks at Minho, who was grinning at him. Thomas tries not to yell at him. He was far too aggravated to handle this.

“What?” he barks, but Minho doesn’t seem effected. The runner begins to laugh and puts his plate of food on the ground. 

“You really are a dumb shank aren’t you?” he chuckles with his eyes scrunched up and his arms crossed in front of his chest. Thomas gapes at him.

“What-”

“Nothing,” Minho says suddenly changing his tone confusing Thomas. Minho picks at his fingernails mindlessly like he was thinking about laws of nature or the meaning of life. Thomas only hits his head bringing his head back against the tree. He takes a chance to look in the direction of the blonde.

The sight makes his snap.

Thomas throws his plate on the ground causing what little food was left to hit the dirt. He hears Minho retort, but he ignores in favor of stalking his way to Newt. His face and ears are inflamed as he watches Newt talk one on one with Gally.

Gally of all people.

Thomas storms faster when he sees Newt get way too close to the taller boy. Newt caresses the stunned boy’s face and runs a finger along his lips. Thomas can see a smirk on the blonde’s face. 

Something in his mind snaps and he doesn’t even realize what he’s doing. All he hears is a shriek of surprise and suddenly Newt was hanging over his shoulder. The blonde was banging on his back and his legs were waving in the air in front of him. Thomas grunts at one hard hit.

“Thomas what the bloody hell do you think-Ah!” Thomas stops the boy’s rant once he is satisfied with where they were at. Thomas easily throws the boy onto a sleeping bag directly under a light and brings his own body down to hover over the distressed boy. He uses one hand to hold Newt’s hands up above his head and uses his other hand to grip his blonde hair to move his head to the side to bite at Newt’s soft skin on his neck. 

“You don’t call me Thomas,” he hisses into the boy’s ear. Newt tries to push him off of him, but Thomas grabs his legs in order to wrap them around his own waist. He surges down and smashes their lips together stopping a yelp from exiting Newt’s mouth. The short moment of Newt frozen underneath him kissing him back made him think that maybe Newt had done this all on purpose. He only tightens his grip on Newt’s thighs and pushes the blonde down to hover completely over him. He moves Newt’s head to the side by the hair to nip at his skin and grins knowing that his neck would have marks all over. Newt was now lazily trying to push him off like he was indecisive of what he wanted to do. 

“T-Tommy Tommy what are you-” Newt gasps out in between breaths. Thomas makes his way down Newt’s neck to his upper chest leaving a trail of angry red marks. He brings his head back up when he feels Newt’s legs widen and then tighten around his waist. The sight of Newt’s flustered look and red cheeks made him crave the taste of his lips. He leans down and aggressively bites at the blonde’s lips and then sucks on his bottom lip. Newt arches his back into Thomas. 

Thomas brings his hips down to press himself against Newt, who gasps and whimpers at the action. Thomas chuckles and leans down to Newt’s ear. 

“You’re mine. Sauntering around everyone today like a total whore..Unacceptable,” he lowly growls into the blonde’s ear, and he really doesn’t know where those words came from. It just came out, but Newt seemed even more flustered and was beginning to moan. He’s captivated with Newt moving his body to get closer. 

How could he be real? 

Thomas brings one hand around to take Newt’s shirt off swiftly. He bites at the new exposed skin as he also brings the boy’s pants and boxers down to remove them. The beautiful moans and groans was music to his ears, and he decides to give Newt mercy by letting his hands free. Newt instantly grabs for his head bringing their mouths together, and Thomas cooperates easily by running his tongue along Newt’s lips asking for entrance. 

Newt lets him in and Thomas sighs at the feeling of the blonde’s hot breath on his face. He reaches down to remove his own pants and boxers. He tries to not laugh when Newt bites his lip when he leans away. He moves away though, and he brings his body down to where his chest laid on the ground. His mind spins as he physically moves Newt’s legs apart and leans up to run his tongue along his hole. 

The jolt of Newt’s body makes him break out in thrill and delight, but he pulls away to bring two fingers in his mouth. He leans back over Newt, and he’s welcomed with Newt’s lips eagerly meeting with his. His hair is grabbed and his face is caressed; he barely remembers what he was about to do. He reaches down and enters one slick finger into Newt, who tenses. He leans down and sucks at his pale skin to soothe the boy. He waits a few seconds to enter the other finger. Thomas hisses at the hard grip on his hair, but he only finds it intriguing. 

He scissors his fingers and waits for Newt to adjust to them. He only needs to wait for a minute before Newt starts to grind down on the fingers, and Thomas couldn’t think of anything hotter to watch. 

Thomas eagerly moves fully on top of Newt slotting between his legs. He groans at the friction, and he reaches down to guide himself in slowly. The hitch of Newt’s breath as he enters his body causes him to freeze what he’s doing to look at the blonde’s hot face. He reaches down to grab for Newt’s right leg to raise it in order to bring himself deeper. He inhales loudly at the heat and sleekness of Newt around him. 

He admires the way Newt looks with his eyes closed tightly, his mouth releasing loud, lovely moans, his eyebrows furrowed, and his cheeks reddened. Possessiveness runs through his body knowing that no one has ever seen the second in command like this. He’s the only one to ever see Newt so bothered and vulnerable. 

He thrusts out and back in slowly making the boy hiccup at the sudden action. The response makes him start to thrust in continuously wanting to see Newt unwaver under his touch. He leans down close to his ear and he thrusts in hard at the sound of Newt’s quiet whimpers. 

“Say you’re mine. Say you’re mine and no one else can ever have or touch you like I do,” Thomas says out of breath when Newt clenches around him and yanks at his hair. He thrusts in faster and deeper when he sees that Newt was going to answer him. He wanted to see him work to say it. 

“I-Ah!” Newt gasps out of breath when the brunet enters him deeper. Thomas straightens his body and plants his hands near both sides of Newt’s head. The beauty of Newt’s moans and arch of his back has him captivated. 

“I-I’m yours-yours yours. I’m yours. I’m yours!” the blonde cries out and Thomas stops his movements making Newt groan in disappointment and open his eyes. Thomas takes his time to caress Newt’s face. Newt looks at him with wide eyes and reaches up to bring him down closer. 

“I’m yours. No one-one can have me or touch me like you do,” Newt rambles quietly and Thomas found his voice enthralling. His begins his movements again, and he goes faster now. He knew Newt was right on the edge by the way he goes to grip his shirt instead of his hair. Pleasure erupted inside of him as he comes inside the boy ignoring the pain of his nails digging into the ground underneath the sleeping bag. The outcry of the blonde captures his attention and he watches as Newt jolts and trembles as he reaches the edge finally. Thomas weakly turns his head to kiss the crook of Newt’s neck. He pulls out shushing the weak whimper of sensitivity from Newt. Thomas brings his body to the side, but still hovers over the blonde. 

He runs his thumb along Newt’s forehead to his chin gracefully and he’s surprised his thumb is kissed. He’s confused when Newt is suddenly smiling like he’s just won the lottery.

“What?” he asks hoarsely. Newt breathes in before reaching up to place a kiss on his lips. Thomas almost follows him down. 

“My plan was very much successful,” Newt sighs and Thomas tenses up, but Newt takes his hand. 

“I only like you, you bloody shank,” Newt grunts out and places his head against Thomas’s shoulder. Thomas gapes at him. He was speechless. The sound of Newt’s laughter brings him back though, and Thomas decides that they’ll definitely talk about it later, and he’d much rather cuddle with the boy. 

Newt was his and he couldn’t be happier. 

Little Do You Know(P. 5)

Title: Little Do you Know (P. 4)
Pairing: NewtxReader
Warnings: Cussing, self-harm
Summary: Soulmates share everything in this world, wounds, bruises, scars, tattoos. One day the reader draws on her arm with a sharpie and later that night she gets a response.

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It’d been about three days since the check mark and the marker conversation with my mystery soulmate. I was starting to loose faith in the whole thing, maybe he just didn’t want me to know who he was. Maybe he didn’t want me as his soulmate. 

I sighed as I laid in my bed and rolled onto my belly to reach for my phone when I heard it vibrate. Things had been weird in our group lately, really weird. Minho and I, couldn’t really look at each other without some sort of hurt look crossing his features. 

Tylee and Thomas were never a part from each other and there seemed to be several secrets being passed between them, simply from a look. A part of me wondered if soulmates had telepathy as well and they just refused to tell anyone about it.

The weirdest part was how inseparable me and Newt had become. It was like middle school, when me and him were practically attached at the hip. A part of me was glad to have that back and the other part of me could see the dirty looks and glares that Minho sent our way in the halls. 

I unlocked my phone screen and stared at the text with a smile. 

Newt; Sneak out, I have netflix.

So do I silly. My parents would kill me.

Newt: Oh come on. Just this once. They won’t even know you’re gone.

Fine, but meet me down the street in about twenty minutes. I don’t wanna walk all the way there. It’s cold.

Newt: You got it.

I grinned and jumped out of my bed. Despite being upset about my soulmate not wanting anything to do with me, I had to admit, a night of netflix with Newt was exactly what I needed. I grabbed a top nearby and slid it on, shoving my feet into a pair of pants afterwards before tugging them up to my hips. 

After I fixed up my hair a bit, I peered out my door at a crack and looked down the hall to my parents room, their light was off, so they must have been asleep. I carefully shut my door and slid my phone into my pocket. 

“You get to be lookout, Trouble.” I said in a hushed tone, sliding the window open as quietly as I could. I snuck across the roof towards my usual hideout, grabbing at the closest branches and swinging down until I was dangling just a foot or so above the ground. I dropped down and hurried out of my yard and down the street, shooting a text to Newt telling him where to meet me.

It was a little under fifteen minutes later when Newt’s car swung into the parking lot of the circle K I was sitting at. I jumped into his car, hugging him instantly with a bright smile. 

“Surprised you didn’t bring Trouble with you.” He joked, laughing lightly as he hugged me back. 

“He can’t climb trees, silly.” I replied, smirking over at him, raising a brow when a look crossed his features, making him look utterly shocked. 

He was quiet for a moment before putting his car in park. “Wait. You actually snuck out?” 

“You said too.” I tilted my head, not sure where he was going with this. 

He sighed, placing a hand over his face as he shook his head. “No, no that was a joke, Y/N…I thought you had just went and asked your mom and she said yes.” 

I snorted. “Like that would ever happen.”

“Y/N, your dad will–”

I put my hand over his and squeezed it with a small smile. “Lighten up, Newt. It’ll be fine. I’ll be back before they notice.”

There was a moment where he just stared at me, a frown on his face before he nodded and started driving. “Okay…I just…I don’t want you hurt, okay?”

“I know.” 

The rest of the ride was quiet, we pulled into Newt’s driveway a bit later and we hurried into the house. “Hot chocolate?”

I made my way into his room, plopping down onto his giant bean bag chair with a smile. “I’d love some, maybe some wit–” 

“A candy cane and some mint coffee creamer?” He grinned back with a wink. I couldn’t help, but blush lightly, chuckling a bit.

“You know me so well, Newt.”

He smiled before heading into the kitchen to make the hot chocolate. I picked up a marker on his desk and poked my wrist with the tip of it before frowning.

I wish you would talk to me, tell me who you are.

I scribbled it quickly on my wrist before tugging my sweater over it, glancing up at Newt as he came into the room with two mugs. “Doodling on yourself?” He asked, a tone to his voice I didn’t quite recognize. 

“Mmm. You know me.” I sighed and then took the cup, taking a sip. “Newt, I wanna tell you something.”

Newt had turned to his tv to plug in his playstation, turning netflix on, he glanced over his shoulder at me and then set the controller to the side to sit on the edge of his bed. “You can tell me anything, Y/N.”

I reached over, grabbing the controller so I could flip through the different shows. “I haven’t been totally honest with you.” 

He frowned, turning his gaze from me, to the tv. “Yeah?”

“Yeah…” I was quiet for a moment. Clicking American Horror Story so we could continue at the last episode we were on. “Newt, I have a soulmate.”

“We all do.” He said quietly, as if he was avoiding the conversation. 

“Yes, but I found mine. Well, I mean…Sort of. I guess he doesn’t want to know me though. Or be with me, I don’t know.”

He was staring quite intently at the tv, a look on his face that I couldn’t quite figure out. “Newt?” 

Finally, he looked back at me and there was a wild look in his eyes. “Y/N, I need to—”

My phone rang loudly, causing me to jump slightly as I glanced down at the screen. “Oh no…” I groaned, setting my chocolate down before standing up, motioning for Newt to get his keys before I finally hit the answer button. “Hey dad…”

Newt’s head shot up instantly, his facial expression seemed to be full of more fear then I currently felt. His hand gripped my before he rushed me towards the front door and out to his car once again. 

“Y/N, where the hell are you!?” 

“I just went out for a walk. Wanted to enjoy the nice, light snowfall.” I was trying my best to lie, thankful that Newt’s car was smooth and quiet. 

“Bullshit, I swear if you snuck out for some boy…” He slurred a few cusswords before the phone was silent and then he spoke one more. “You walk through this door in five minutes or so help me, Y/N.”

I hung the phone up after saying my goodbyes and looked quickly at Newt, trying to come up with something to calm him down. 

“We’ll get there.” He said calmly, though I could see him gripping the wheel of the car tightly. His foot pressed harder against the gas pedal, sending us speeding down the streets. 

“You’re gonna get a speeding ticket.”

“That’s fine.” He said shortly, turning a corner quickly, not even bothering with his blinker. After a moment he stopped at the stop sign just a few houses down from my own. 

“Thank you, Newt.” I said, opening my door to get out. Before I could, he gripped at my hand, running his thumb over the words on my wrist. 

“I’m staying here, until I know you’re okay…Just text me if you need anything, okay?” 

I smiled softly, leaning over to kiss him lightly on the cheek. “I’ll let you know. Night, Newt.”

My dad flung the front door open before I could turn the door knob. He glanced around the front yard before stepping out of the way and letting me in. 

“Like I said, I was just walking down the–” 

His hand came across my cheek so fast that I never saw it coming. I whimpered, putting my hand on the spot that I knew was red. I looked up at him with fury in my eyes before turning to run up the stairs, I slammed my bedroom door before falling on my bed. 

Everything that had been bugging me welled up in one moment of anger, I sat up quickly and ripped my top drawer open, moving to lock my bedroom door before returning to the opened dresser. 

I stared down at the bottom of the drawer before reaching in, grabbing out the silver razor that hadn’t been touched in some time. 

There was a commotion downstairs, it sounded like my dad was yelling at someone, but I drowned it out as I slid down the wall of my room, tears streaming down my face while I brought the blade to the top of my wrist, just between the words tell me.

@brxkenarm

Even though it had been over fifteen minutes, Arabella refused to leave. She refused to get into the ambulance before she knew for sure, even though she already knew. No one could survive under water for fifteen minutes, especially not a baby. When the divers came up after two terrifying minutes of having been under water, Arabella got on her feet, making her way over to the river besides the road. They were holding her. They tried to hide her lifeless and painfully blue body from her sight, but Arabella had to see for herself. She had to.

She had been ignoring everyone. All of the bystanders who had gathered at the side of the road after seeing the incident. All of the medics who had arrived to the scene. And most importantly, she had been ignoring him. Crashing the car into the lake had not been his fault, but the fault of the truckdriver who had driven through a red light. What had been his fault, was letting their baby die. He had chosen to help Arabella and not their baby. Their baby could have been safely on her way to the hospital. But no, he had chosen her. He had chosen the wrong person to save.

A scream escaped her lips when she saw her poor little face, all blue from the cold water. She began to ran to the water, even though there was no point. But she had to hold her baby. Had to see her. Her dead baby.