verbally since someone already made something like this but with their expressions

All a stage (Reader x Yondu Udonta)

A/N: I’ve been looking for a way to use this song in any of my fics. It’s suuuuuch a good cover. I am a broken human being, btw. Warning: Spoilers ahead!

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I don’t want your number (no)
I don’t want to give you mine and (no)
I don’t want to meet you nowhere (no)
Don’t want none of your time and
No, I don’t want no scrub

Yondu Udonta liked to see your performances when he could. It wasn’t often, but every time he did appear, you were glad. It meant he was still alive and still safe. No one knew, but every time you saw that Centurian in the crowd, your performances would be particularly phenomenal that evening.

You liked to joke and tell him that he was your lucky charm and that he should visit more often, but the both of you knew it was just a half-hearted ploy for him to see you more because anytime he was at your side, he was safe. Anytime he was away was another chance for him to be gone forever.

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bad | 03

 he was the cliché bad boy. he was the guy you couldn’t stand. he was the handsome, hot kid who made girls go weak in the knees. he was a brat. you had never liked him one bit, but you had also never gotten involved with anything concerning him. until one day, when you were in the wrong place, at the wrong time.

Originally posted by sugutie

TITLE: bad | 03

MEMBER: jeon jungkook x reader

GENRE: romance, smutish, fluff

WORDS: 2 856

WARNINGS: badboy!jungkook, cussing, mature

01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07coming soon ↠ 

A/N: I enjoy writing this, so the fact that you guys like it makes me so happy. thank you to everyone who sent a nice message, it means so much

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Orange Skies and Blue Eyes

I haven’t posted in like forever but since it’s Christmas, I’ve decided to finish all my requests and will open requests again when I’m done doing so. 

Also Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them was awesome 💚 I loved it and cried so much when I watched it. 

Can you do a one shot where Draco places his head in your lap? Kinda like when he did that with pansy but you know, cuter -Anonymous

“Leave me alone, Parkinson” Draco sighed, quickening his pace to get away from the dark haired girl. She had been acting extremely clingy today and seeing as Draco was already having such a stressful day, he couldn’t handle the way the pug faced slytherin’s obsession with him was an all-time high at the moment. Pansy was like an animal during mating season every once a month. There are times when her love for him was at a minimal and there are times (like now) where her hormones blast like fireworks waiting to burst.

“But Drakey….” Pansy whined, trying to make her face puppy dog like but ended up making Draco visibly disgusted “You promised to help me with Potions! We can watch the sunset too once we’re finished” Her hands had created a death grip on his bicep, disabling the boy from getting away. Draco mentally cursed at how he couldn’t just push her away. He was a Malfoy, he still had a reputation to keep.

“I don’t recall that” He squinted at her. The day couldn’t have gone worse for him. He had gotten detention from McGonagall because of his little banter with the Golden Trio during their Divination class and the fact that he had a tiring quidditch practice this morning. He looked up and prayed to any god there was up there to help him.

And just like that.

“Draco!” He turned his head to find his favorite pair of (E/C) eyes and (H/C) hair. You stood behind the awkward duo, holding back a laugh. You and Draco had been best friends since you were children. You fathers worked together in the ministry and were delighted you were both sorted in the same house.

“(Y/N)” He breathed, happily. Relief flowed through him as he stared at the smiling girl in front of him. You tried your best to hold back your laughter due to his obvious discomfort. Parkinson on the other hand looked at you with uttermost hatred. During the sorting in your first year, you were nervous as to where the hat would place you. Draco knew of your uneasiness and held your hand the whole time until your name was called. From then on, she swore to make your life at Hogwarts hell. That plan never went accordingly since you never visibly shown you were affected.

“I’ve been looking for you all over the damn place” You smiled, sweetly as Pansy scoffed not caring if Draco heard her. Your smile disappeared, feigning a hurt expression. “Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten…” The blonde gave you a baffled look.

“It’s Sit under a tree with your Best Friend Day!” You hollered, raising your arms for extra emphasis.

“That’s not a thing” Parkinson exclaimed, exasperated.

Draco slowly understood what you were trying to do and decided to play along.

“Oh yes. Of course I haven’t, love.” He grinned, scratching the nape of his neck. He looked down at the clinging girl next to him before he spoke “Sorry, Parkinson. It seems my schedule’s booked. Maybe on the 30th of February?” Pansy smiled, squealing in joy as she hugged Draco one last time. “You promise?” She batted her eyelashes making you gag.

“Yeah, I promise” Draco said, sliding his hand from her grip and wrapping an arm around you. You giggled realizing how dim witted Parkinson was. Well, they say love makes you blind but you didn’t recall that it also disintegrated your intelligence.  Pansy stuck her tongue out at you as if to say ‘I won’. You shook your head and giggled under your breath.


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You made many happy memories in Hogwarts with Draco. Your first casting of a patronus, first duel and even your first skinny dip –that’s a story for another time. You’ve done everything together well except snog of course. Friends don’t do that. You sat down on your favorite tree to sit on. It had the perfect view of the castle and had the perfect shade to protect you from the sun’s rays. Draco sat next to you, sighing contently as he lent his head back against the tree. You looked at him with concern as he noticed how tired he looked. You knew he wouldn’t admit it but he does get tired of acting this way from time to time. It wasn’t easy having his kind of title; The Slytherin Prince.

“You should rest, Draco…” You insisted, gently nudging his shoulder with yours. He opened his eyes to look at you, his signature smirk evident as he noticed the concern in them. “You could my lap as a pillow” You suggested, smirking as well “It’ll calm you”

“I’m not a child (Y/N)” He scoffed, noticing your teasing manner.

“I never noticed” You whispered, giggling after “Please?”

He could never resist you. No matter how hard he tried, he just couldn’t. You had a way of controlling the him that had no need for dominance or violence; physical or verbal. He’s always seen you as more than a friend and if you were someone else, he would have asked you to be his from the start but you were you. He was afraid of you. Afraid of what you truly feel and how much it would affect him. The girl with (H/C) hair and (E/C) eyes. There are numerous girls with these colors but only you can bring out true beauty. God, he hated himself for sounding like a girl.

He shuffled rather messily to get into the right position. You couldn’t help but laugh at the way he looked so happy to be able to rest his head on your lap. He enjoyed it, especially at the way you caress his blonde locks between your fingers.  You knew again that this was something he wouldn’t admit to anyone –well except you.

“I told you it’ll calm you….Drakey…” You teased, looking down at him to see he was cringing at the name. You laughed, continuing your hand movements on his hair. “Don’t ever call me that” He groaned, placing an arm over his eyes.

“You should tell her the way you feel, Draco. Who knows what she’ll do next” You spoke in a joking manner but he knew it was laced with concern. He knew of what Parkinson tries to do to you when he wasn’t around but you’ve assured him countess of times that you payed no attention to the pug-face herself.

“You think she’ll try to get me to marry her?” He joked, trying to make you smile again. It mildly worked as he saw you had given him a half-smile. You looked up at the sky above you as it started to turn yellow-orange. The sunset in Hogwarts was always so beautiful to look at. The blonde removed his arm to stare at you. As cliché as it sounds, he thought you were more beautiful than the sun, moon and stars.

“(Y/N)” You tore your gaze away from the sky to see a better view of blue. His eyes were an ocean that you drowned in countless of times. He sat up, surprising you as he held the back of your neck with his hand. Your heart was beating rapidly unsure if he was going to do what you thought he was. He leaned in, capturing your lips in his. For once in his life, he actually felt something when he kissed a girl.

“You’re more radiant than whatever the sunset could bring” He said once he pulled away. You returned to your original position; His head on our lap whilst you relaxed against the tree, fingers wrapped around his soft blonde hair.

“Rest, Draco, my love. I’ll see you in a bit”

Part Two // Somebody Else [A Stiles Stilinski Story]

Prompt: Stiles broke her heart and now she can never look at him the same. They remained friends, but she can’t exactly find it in herself to truly forgive Stiles and he doesn’t know how to accept her new relationship with the one person he can’t stand. Overtime, they both eventually got over each other… or have they?

Series (collab with @sarcasticallystilinski): Prologue Part One - Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Seven Part Eight

Realtionship: Stiles Stilinski x Reader/ Stiles Stilinski x OFC/ Theo Raeken x Reader/ Theo Raeken x OFC

Warnings: Making Out, Erotic Touching, Swearing, and Angst

Word Count: 1,600

Taking a deep breath, Katalina walked into the chemistry lab and already sat in her assigned seat. She didn’t even bother to greet anyone, too embarrassed on how much she spent the night thinking about and missing Stiles. It made her annoyed and so confused, she just couldn’t take it anymore. And, so, with everything she had in her, Katalina tried to push it all down.

“Hey, partner.” A smiling Scott McCall greeted her when she sat next to him at their lab table.

“Hi.” Katalina cleared her throat, her voice a little rough from not using it until now. “Good morning, partner.”

“Good morning.” Scott chuckled, opening his chemistry notebook to get ready for class. “Did you sleep well?”

Katalina sighed at the question, the memories of her constant thinking and nostalgia over her ex had her up the entire night, tossing and turning in her bed. She tried everything she could to sleep. She listened to classical music, she tried reading to tire her eyes out and she even counted sheep, but none of them actually worked. Thank God for Lydia Martin, however, and all of the makeup classes she has ruthlessly given her. Because of her red headed best friend, Katalina was able to cover all of her dark circles with just the right amount of concealer.

“Yeah.” Katalina forced a smile and before she can ask him the same question, the chemistry teacher began teaching his class.

Katalina could feel his gaze on her and it made her skin tingle. He didn’t even try to hide the fact that he was staring at her, Stiles Stilinski has no boundaries and he certainly isn’t ashamed of that. Theo, on the other hand, was also watching her like a hawk. Well, her and Stiles that is. Katalina wasn’t a werewolf or anything supernatural, and yet, she could still sense the jealousy coming off of her boyfriend.

After giving a boring explanation, the teacher handed out an assignment to do and she and Scott immediately got to work. It had something to do with mixing chemicals and Katalina was very thankful that Scott had actually been paying attention, the girl too focused on the stares she was getting from two different people at the same time.

“So, why’d you leave the party so early last night?” Scott asked nonchalantly as he poured a green liquid into another empty test tube.

“Oh, uh, I just felt like going home.” Katalina answered and the werewolf scoffed at her answer.

“Even if I wasn’t a werewolf and could hear your heartbeat increase, I would still know that that lame excuse is clearly a lie.”

“Okay, you know I really hate that you’re always one step ahead of the rest of us, right?” She chuckled, accepting the fact that she just got caught like a deer in headlights.

“I do.” Scott laughed and she laughed along with him before a comfortable silence took over.

The Alpha werewolf cleared his throat and turned to look her straight in the eye with a look of protectiveness and care. Two characteristics Scott always has on and she admired him for that.

“Was it because of Stiles?” He asked, his voice soft and careful not to possibly hurt her.

Katalina just nodded, not really trusting her voice to verbally respond. Scott knows about everything that happened better than anyone else. He knows just how much Stiles truly hurt her and he was the greatest friend Katalina could have at that moment. Scott listened to every word her wounded heart had to say and gave her some of the best advice she had ever heard in her life.

“Did you know that he asks me about you everyday?”

“He does?” Katalina asked, her voice more perky than she expected.

“Yeah, he does.” Scott nodded, giving her a weak smile. “Stiles cares so much about you.”

Katalina’s eyes fell to the floor with that small and, yet, painful statement.

“Yeah, well, someone who cares about you doesn’t use you for their own personal interests.” Katalina scoffed, focusing on her terrible handwriting in their notebook.

“He made a mistake-”

“Scott, we’ve been over this way too many times.” She stated with an exhausted voice, looking back up at him. “How about we just drop it?”

“Okay.” The werewolf swallowed, agreeing with her terms. He didn’t want to push her and make her feel worse than she already did.

“Thank you.”

Class ended soon after Scott finally finished the experiment perfectly. Katalina helped with what she could, but he did most of it. Scott was focusing on his grades more lately, finally knowing how to balance the supernatural with school. It made Katalina proud and happy to see him so invested in his future and not just on the threats that surrounded them all the time.

Once the bell rang, indicating that the students were finally dismissed, Theo immediately made his way towards his girlfriend. He didn’t want Stiles anywhere near her and would do everything in his power to prevent it. The anger on Stiles’ face was so obvious that it wasn’t even necessary to glance at him to know just how furious he was. Theo could smell the chemo signals coming off of the human and he smiled, pleased with himself for causing that.

Stiles grabbed his things and left without even bothering to say a word, his patience too thin to spend any second longer in the same room as Theo Raeken. Katalina watched as he angrily trudged out of the classroom and felt slightly hurt. She just wished things could be like how they used to. She wants to be his friend again and to have him in her life, but everytime she tries to fix things between them, Katalina remembers how he just used her to get to the real girl he had a crush on and it pains her everytime.

“Ready for lunch?” Theo asked his girlfriend, glad Stiles was finally out of the picture.

“Yeah.” She sighed, looking back at him and getting her backpack. “Let’s go.”

The cafeteria was already full of students getting their meals when she and Theo had arrived. They would’ve gotten there earlier, but Theo wanted some alone time with her. Katalina’s pink lipstick smudged on his lips as evidence on just what they were doing before getting there.

Once they got their lunches and sat down at a cafeteria table with their friends, Theo immediately settled his hand on her thigh. She turned to look at him with a confused expression when he rubbed small circles on her bare skin.

Katalina gazed at him with a confused expression, but Theo was too busy looking elsewhere. She didn’t understand why he was being so straight forward, sure they’re very passionate with one another, but they never really show any public displays of affection. It made Katalina nervous and Theo didn’t like to make her uncomfortable in any way.

Her breath hitched in her throat when he slid his hand higher and under the fabric of her skirt. Anxiety rushed through the blood in her veins and she didn’t know whether or not she wanted him to stop. However, the second Theo’s finger lightly touched her over her panties, she knew she wanted him to keep going.

That’s when she noticed just where he was staring at and everything, finally, made sense. Theo was cockily smirking at her ex-boyfriend as Stiles angrily glared back. Everyone sitting at the table didn’t even seem to notice what was going on since they were too focused in their own conversations, but the moment Katalina realized just what Theo was doing, her entire body boiled with rage. It made her so upset that Theo would do such a childish thing just to spark some anger from Stiles.

The tension between the three of them was strong and once Scott, finally, noticed what was going on, Katalina had enough. She roughly grabbed his hand and urgently ripped it away from her body, Theo’s head immediately snapping towards her. Katalina didn’t say anything, she just watched as Stiles smirked to himself and focused on the meal before him.

“Are you okay?” Her boyfriend whispered in a hushed tone into her ear, his breath sending shivers down her body and she cleared her throat before answering.

“Just stop, Theo.”

“Stop what?”

Katalina groaned at his attempts of being innocent and it made her angry just how hard Theo always tries to be the victim and never the one doing the wrong thing.

“Stop trying to make Stiles jealous!” Katalina shouted a little too loudly and everyone snapped their attentions towards the couple. Her cheeks flushed in embarrassment as they watched in awe.

“I’m not trying to make Stiles jealous.” Theo lied right through his teeth and her ex-boyfriend scoffed from across the table. “Well, it was working until you took my hand off your thigh!”

“You’re such a child, Theo.” Katalina shook her head, annoyed at her unbelievable boyfriend.

“And it definitely wasn’t working.” Stiles stated, pushing a spoonful of food into his mouth.

“Please, Stiles.” Theo chuckled, the sound making Katalina cringe. “I can smell your jealousy from over here.”

“Yeah, for me to be jealous would require me actually liking Katalina.” Stiles answered with his mouth full.

The response was something she already knew, but still stung a small pang of hurt in her heart. It’s not like she has any feelings for him either, but ever since last night all she can feel is nostalgia clouding her mind. And it was stupid of her to think that things could ever go back to the way they used to be, yet she couldn’t help but feel the smallest bit hopeful. It was reckless and she knew that. Katalina can’t take back what he did and their relationship can never return to the peaceful state it used to be.

Or so they both thought.

Deal? (Lafayette x Reader)

Words: 1800+

Warnings: cursing

Request: hey! could i request a lafayette x reader modern au, where laf is in france and he meets an exchange student from north america who is struggling with their french? hhhh i think that would just be so cute ❤ @strawbirby (did i tag the right person??)

A/N: i don’t know why it took me so long to write this


You walked into your dorm room, sitting your bag on the bed. You were put into a single, different from everyone else. You would have rathered sharing, to have someone to talk to on your experience in a different country, but this would have to do.

You flopped onto the mattress, looking at the open door. Different people from different countries walked past, some excited and some nervous. You opened your dictionary, studying some words that were pertinent to what you had to learn. Since you were an exchange student, you had to speak almost fluent French. It was easy to read and write it, and the verbal tests weren’t that difficult. But speaking it in the home country? That was a completely different from saying it in America.

“Are you Y/N?” You looked up, seeing a woman standing there. You nodded, placing your book to the side. The woman walked in, giving you a folder. “Monsieur Leroy told me to come and give you this. It’s a correction to your schedule, the last one did not have your speaking classes.” You thanked her, and she smiled, walking back out of the room. You glanced over the schedule, seeing that everything was pretty much the same.

You heard your phone ring, and glanced at it. Your friend, Peggy, picture shown, and you answered immediately, already missing her. “I didn’t know you woke up at seven in the morning before.” You joked, looking at the 12 on your clock.

“Y/N! I missed you!” She yelled into the phone, and you laughed, moving it slightly away from your ear.

“I just left yesterday, Pegs. How can you miss me so quickly?” You said, placing your phone between your shoulder and ear. As you crooked your neck, you began unpacking your belongings.

“Yes, but that’s still too long. When will you be back again?” She asked, and you heard some shuffling in the background. “Laurens, stop-” You heard her giggled, and rolled your eyes. The two of them were inseparable. “No, I’m leaving the room. Stop, you idiot, I need to talk to Y/N. Yes, she just left yesterday. Do you have a problem?”

“Am I interrupting something?” You said, smiling. You grabbed a hanger, putting your outfits together.

“No, John is just being John. Y/N, why did you have to go so far?” She complained, and you imagined her pouted lip, the usual expression she made when she was disappointed.

“Oh well, I don’t know. Maybe it’s because I’m majoring in French and international studies. But that’s just a guess.” You snickered, placing your clothes on the side.

“You know, I don’t need your sarcasm right now. Just-” The line cut off, leaving a tone ringing in your head. You sighed, throwing your phone on the mattress.

You walked out your dorm room, on a mission to learn where all of your classes were before you attended them tomorrow. As you were searching for one, you bumped into a taller fellow, his curly hair wrapped up in a bun on the top of his head. He wore a plaid shirt, the long sleeves pushed up on his forearm. You quickly said sorry in French, cringing at your terrible pronunciation. Whenever you were nervous, every single word jumbled up.

He gave you a kind smile, nodding at you. “It’s okay, mon ami. I know English.” You let out a sigh of relief, and he laughed at your reaction. “Are you a student?”

“Yes. I’ve just made it here today.” You glanced at the schedule in your hand. “Um, can you help me find this class? I’ve been looking for it for ten minutes now, and I cannot seem to find it anywhere.”

“Of course, anything for a beautiful woman like yourself.” You frowned slightly at his flirtatious behavior, but quickly assumed it was just French culture. You gave him the schedule, and he scanned the paper quickly. “Ahh, you have the same schedule as I.”

“Really? That’s interesting, I thought the international students had specific layouts.”

“They do, mon ami. I’m part of the program. It’s part of my major in international studies, I am to help any exchange students. Like yourself.” He winked, walking with you through the hallways. You could not help but feel slightly disappointed, thinking he was just helping you out of kindness. Now that you knew the real reason, it seemed like he was forced to do this.

“I see…” You said, saying nothing more. He looked down at you, grinning.

“Would you like for me to help you with your French? Since our classes are the same, I can help you understand.”

“I’m fine, but thank you.” You said, slightly annoyed.

“How about this: I help you with my mother language, and you help me understand things about North America. I plan to travel there next semester. Deal?” He asked again, stopping in the middle of the hallway. You bit your lip, considering the options.

You felt like you were pretty knowledgeable about your country, and him helping you in French would benefit you immensely. After looking at his face for a few moments, you nodded. “Oui.” You replied, and he laughed.

“Let me show you the rest of our classrooms.”

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You soon learned that his name was Lafayette; the man had too many surnames for you to remember. You quickly nicknamed him Laf, and the two of you became inseparable. Every day after class, he would help you with your pronunciation, and you would teach him things about America that he didn’t know. He was surprised that something like pineapple would go on pizza, but he was willingly to try it, much to your dismay.

Your French was improving greatly, and since half of your classes were in the language, it was beneficial. Lafayette soon taught you slang and curse words, laughing at your face whenever you said one. You taught him English curse words, and could not help but grin at the way he said Fuck with a French accent.

“Ah, and what does this fuck actually mean?” He asked you, pursing his lips. You held back a chuckle, raising your shoulders.

“Honestly, it could be used for anything. A noun, an adjective, a verb, an interjection, an adverb, whatever your mind creates, you could probably put fuck in front of it.” You replied, sipping on your beverage. He nodded slowly.

“That’s fucking cool Y/N.” He said, and you spat out your coffee.

You noticed that he stayed by your side, barely paying mind to the other international students. He told you that he was supposed to help those students, but he seemed to ignore them. You asked him why, and he always shrugged, telling you that you were his one and only.

That definitely made you blush.

As the two of you were giggling about something in one of the study rooms, a professor walked up to you. You looked at him, and Lafayette smiled at the man. “Monsieur, how may I help you.”

“Ah, Gilbert, I see you have found someone to mentor. See, I told you, someone will partner up with you.” The professor laughed, looking at you. You gave him a closed-lip smile, glancing at Laf. His smile was slowly going down at the man’s words.

“Ah, monsieur, this is my friend Y/N. I am not with her just because of the partner program.” He said, his voice becoming harsh. You were now curious, looking between the two of them.

“What is he talking about?” You asked, butting in. The professor looked at you, surprised that you could understand french. You rolled your eyes.

“Ahh, it is required for his major. He is suppose to find someone to be a friend with, and communicate in both English and French. I assumed he picked you.” The professor walked away, ending his conversation on an awkward note. You looked at Lafayette, upset.

“So, I’m just an assignment? I’m just here to get you a good grade?” You said, rising out of your seat. Lafayette widened his eyes, shaking his head quickly.

“No, mon amour, monsieur is just telling you about an assignment that I had to complete. Please do not misunderstand.”

“Fine, tell me that you didn’t talk to me in the beginning just to complete your requirement. Tell me that I was not just a part of your grade.” You crossed your arms against your chest, looking at him. He pleaded with his eyes, not answering. You nodded, grabbing your bag off the floor and taking your notebooks off the table in front of you. “Guess this buddy system is over, Laf. You should find someone else to lift your grade.”

“Y/N, wait-”

You walked out the study room, slamming the door behind you. Some people gasped at the loud sound, looking at your figure walking out of the library. You felt the tears falling, staining your cheeks. You used your right hand to wipe away the unwanted tears, walking towards your dorm. Before you could walk in, an arm grabbed you, turning you around.

Lafayette was standing there, unwilling to let go. You pulled and pulled, but he resisted, making his grip tighter. “I swear Laf if you don’t get your arm off me right now-”

“Y/N, please, just listen to me. Can you do that?” He begged, his eyes never leaving yours. You nodded, and he let go of your limb. “Y/N, when I first met you, yes, I used you as a way to get a better grade. I will not deny this.”

“You ass-”

“Please, let me finish, mon amour.” You knew that he used that nickname to calm you down, and of course, it worked. “After getting to know the person you have become, I realized that I do not care about this grade. And I’m so sorry for treating you like a number. I liked you, I like you, as a person. And you are my only ami around here, but I could not help but see you more than that. Today, I was going to ask if you would like to go on an, how you say, outing with I. I wish for you to be my girlfriend, Y/N. You are not and will never be just a project to me.” He said, looking at the red of your cheeks pouring out onto the rest of your face.

You looked down, cursing this man in your mind for his eloquent words. You glanced back up at him, and he looked nervous, sweat pouring down his face.

You felt a drop of water hit your forehead, and looked up at the sky. Oh.

He wasn’t sweating. It was rain.

Good grief, you were always making up scenarios in your head. As you watched the rain fall, you heard the clearing of a throat.

“Y/N?” He asked, getting your attention back. “Did you hear what I said?”

“Oh, yes. Yes, I would liked to go on a date with you,” he smiled, and you glared at him, “But there better be nothing else coming out from someone saying that I’m a grade.” He nodded quickly, placing his hand in yours.

“Let’s be on our way, then.”

British Invasion | 3

Overview: In the middle of her freshman year of high school Riley Matthew’s mother gets a once in a lifetime opportunity to run her firms London Office. Much to everyone’s surprise her mother accepts the job, forcing Riley and her younger brother Auggie to leave behind everything they’ve ever known. Almost three years later the Matthew’s family moves back to New York and Riley comes to realize a lot has changed in the time she’s been gone.
Author’s Notes: [As always the text in italics are flashbacks.] This chapter is rucas centric and covers what happened when they last saw each other.
Chapter Three: “There’s never a right time.”
Previous Chapters: 1 | 2
Word Count: 3,729 

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Countryside bathed in brilliant summer sunlight and hills covered in weeds and daisies was all Riley saw as she climbed out of her taxi. In less than 48 hours she’d be reunited with her friends for the summer and the excitement of it all was starting to get to her.

The six of them, herself included, made a plan to spend 3 weeks of the summer before sophomore year in Texas on Lucas’ family ranch. After incessantly begging her parents to let her go, they finally agreed and she spent every second after that looking forward to the trip. She hadn’t seen any of her friends since before her family left for London so getting to spend 3 weeks with them in the sun was everything to her.

School in the UK lets out earlier than school in the US so Riley arrived in Texas a day and a half before the rest of the gang would. Her parents didn’t see the point in paying to fly her out to NY just so she can take another flight to Texas. So instead she hopped on a plane from London straight to Austin.

Lucas’ grandfather was more than willing to help her get settled in and show her the ropes of country life. He took a real liking to her the last time she visited, back in middle school, so he was excited to have her back.

Riley took a deep breath and looked around at the hot and cloudless lazy summer day. She had to cover her eyes for the sun was too bright but once her eyes adjusted she couldn’t help but let out a soft gasp at her surroundings. She forgot how beautiful it was.

She breathed in the fresh air around her and let out a genuine smile.

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Missing You

pairing ; lafayette x reader

summary ; the need to see your husband has not only gotten you to america, but also lost in the big new york city. 

words ; 1837

warnings ; badly translated french

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My dearest Gilbert,

I do hope that you are alive and well over in America. The sudden stop in returned letters has left me quite shaken and worried about you. As your wife, I feel as if it is my place to tell you that I have been questioning you returning home. How do I know if you’ve found another in the “Land of the Free”? Or that you now believe that we should no longer be married? But besides that, I would like to tell you that I love you, and I hope to see you very soon.

Your love,

Y/n Lafayette.

You sighed, looking around you. The area around you was riddled with people, shops, inns, everything. The road in which you traveled to get here were made of dirt, and the bottom of your dress now had a brown tinge to it, something you were sure you would be able to wring out without much trouble. But the roads here were all made of cobblestone, carefully lain to provide the image of elegance and care about one of the most beautiful towns in the up and coming America.

You had absolutely no idea where to go, and you were sure you looked like a foreigner “just passing by” with the way you were standing. You were on your tiptoes, trying to see if there was anything you were missing, though that was simply because you’d gotten used to being as short as you were.

Women were never given the nice end of the stick in the height department, sadly.

So, with a shake of your head, you ran a hand over the top of your head and stopped when the side of your fingers met the bun atop your crown. Tendrils of hair poked out, but otherwise, it felt kempt and managed-looking, especially since you had an image to keep up, being a Lafayette and all.

Taking a few steps in what you thought would be a good direction, you got lost in the view of Manhattan. Alongside the cobblestone paths were buildings of utter beauty – brown bricks, red bricks, maroon bricks, even white bricks made up the walls, the windows were all outlined in gorgeous white wood, complementing the freshly-cleaned glass it framed.

The yards were outlined with metal gates with spikes at the top, a silent message to tell people to keep off the grass and property depending on the time of day. The inns and stores were all clearly marked, their signs elegantly carved with precision.

All in all, it reminded you of the beauty of your home country, France, what, with how everything was cozily pushed together and even the buildings themselves practically floating in regality.

Snapping out of your gaze of the place, you focused back on your mission – find your husband. He had to be around here somewhere, but it would take asking people to figure out where that somewhere was.

Taking quick steps into a store, you walked up to the counter and cleared your throat, “Excusez-moi?”

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Ignis x Reader Fic: Next To You

I’ve been taking a hiatus writing fics, but after reading so many others and obsessively playing the game (I’ve gotten quite good at fishing. Caught the Vespar Gar and the MF-ing Leige!), the bug bit like like a fish to a lure.

Anyway, here’s a thing for you to read. If it’s popular/demanded enough, I’ll continue writing it. This was my first stab at writing a reader fic, so the (Y/N) here is female, but feel free to change it to whatever you want in your head ^_^;

Also tagging @chocobro-daydreams and @chocobrodreamteam, hoping I’d get some kinda reblog or something ^_^;;;

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Ignis sighed heavily into his highball glass of whiskey; wine wouldn’t cut it after today. The light-brown haired man picked up his glass and sipped from it, letting the peaty, hot spirit coat his the insides of his mouth and throat. His attention then turned to the opening of the door, seeing a familiar face.

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Mine

Pairing: Draco x Reader

Warnings: Language 

A/N: Gif is not mine. Requested by a lovely anon: The reader has always been Draco’s girl. This princess. One day at a Malfoy banquet one of his cousins tries it on with her. I have slightly changed it from the prompt, it’s actually at a wedding instead


Today was a happy occasion; food, friends and love. This was a wedding after all. 

Draco may not have been originally keen on going, but after much good-natured persistence by you, he happily obliged. Although, it was mainly factored towards his inability to not do things that made you happy. He acted as if it weren’t his cousin’s wedding. 

You were surprised to receive an invitation at first but the shock dissipated given the fact that Teddy Lupin was a true Hufflepuff through and through. The guy had a big heart when it came to giving people the benefit of the doubt and loving unconditionally; he got the best of both his mother and father. 

Earlier that morning, you had spent the time getting ready, Draco took almost no time at all, you on the other hand had to perfect your routine, which you eventually had. 

Entering the front room of the house ready to leave you called out to your husband. There was something about dressing up in formal clothes that makes everyone look great. 

That still didn’t prepare you for when a rather handsome Draco stepped out in his black suit, white dress shirt, black tie and shoes to match. You looked away bashfully, afraid you would be judged for staring. 

Draco stopped in the doorway before turning his head towards you standing in the adjacent room. Seeing you quite literally took his breath away. Eyeing you up and down as he made his way over to you. A blush made its way to your face when he had said, “Hey beautiful, you look absolutely sexy in that dress." 

The wedding was spectacular, you would forgive anyone who thought that this wedding was a real life fairytale. From the colour scheme, atmosphere, and right down to the tiniest details of fairy lights and the cobblestone footpath immersing every guest straight into a children’s story book. 

Following the succession of the ceremony the guests were ushered into a snow-white tent with even more fairy lights raining down from the roof. The wedding guests began the search for their assigned seats. 

Draco was unimpressed. This look was plastered on his face the moment he realised the table in which you sat was shared with Harry and Ginny, Ron and Hermione and a medium-length black haired young man roughly the same age as Draco with a blonde girl with gorgeous blue eyes. 

You nudged your husband gently and gave him a sad, pleading look begging him to be nice for your sake. He reluctantly obliged to, at the very least, not to say any snide comments or go out of his way to be rude. This did not mean that he would act happy when he wasn’t, nor did it mean he would engage in friendly conversations with his old classmates, especially Potter. 

An awkward start was quickly swept away when the girl two seats down on your right had introduced herself, "Hello, I’m Emily Gibbs.” She smiled politely at you, she had such a warm welcome and you were instantly drawn to her. “Hi, I’m (y/n),” you replied back with a matched politeness. “What’s your relation to the bride or groom?” She asked. “I’m with Draco, Teddy is his second cousin.” You smiled at her. 

Cutting in, the dark-haired boy to your right answered “I’m Malfoy, Acacius Malfoy.” In an almost offended gesture, as if he couldn’t believe you hadn’t already taken notice of him. He peered through his dark hair with his piercing blues looking you up and down, taking you in. 

Unknowingly, Draco smiled at him, “I haven’t seen you since we were, what? Nine years old?" 

"Yes, back when we played quidditch on your property.” He replied. 

“During school break, I remember.” Draco added. 

After a long sip of his water, Acacius took his time in responding, “Uncle Lucius gifted you with your first broom, second to top of the range. The newest model wasn’t available in London, yet. Of course, my Father had my broom imported. Unsurprisingly, I kicked your arse.” His voice was the only thing ringing throughout your table. 

Ginny sat picking at her food not giving anyone eye contact. You were taken aback by his comments but tried to remain polite. “It was only by one point. We would have had a fair match had we had the same broom.” Draco, despite being irritated by the fact he was being made a fool of especially in front of Harry, kept his voice friendly, although verging on his true emotions. It was a testament to how much he cared for you, by keeping his promise. 

“You’re only as good as your broom, I suppose.” The clatter of cutlery clinked as Draco’s distant cousin began eating his food. Harry chocked slightly on his water he had been nervously sipping. Ginny was furious and had every right to be, she was a fantastic quidditch player in her own right and knew finances was not the only component to a great player. Ron’s mouth was agape, he could not believe someone had a go at Draco. Hermione although shocked herself, elbowed Ron for his undignified expression. 

After an awkward silence, conversation picked up from whispers between Ginny and Harry, Hermione joining in as well. Ron was listening while scoffing down his food, Draco sat glaring at his plate picking at some chicken, while you were trying to work up the courage to speak to Emily again. Looking over at her she smiled at you, returning the favour you smiled back which then initiated the conversation between the two of you. 

The conversation was going well until Acacius wormed his way into it, taking control. You could tell that Draco, despite being related to him, was liking him less and less, the whole table in fact was liking him less and less. He seemed to gain more confidence the more he heard his own voice. At one moment he winked at Ginny, who just glared back, that didn’t seem to affect his ego at all.

As he continued to talk he rested his arm on your chair. Draco immediately tensed, shooting him a dangerous look, you on the other hand were taken aback. He seemed to ignore Hermione altogether. ‘What a dick!’ You thought, you had encountered his type before. 'Poor, Emily. She’s so nice and he’s so…’ You went to offer Emily a sympathetic smile, she was not looking. She seemed shunned to silence by her partner. 

Tension continued to grow so you leant over to Draco asking him to get you another drink, hoping this would ease things from boiling over. Muttering under his breath he left the table to get a drink for you at the bar. 

“So, you’re Draco’s girl then, can’t say I ever pictured him with someone like you,” Acacius spoke up.

Already this conversation was extremely awkward, “He’s a really sweet, caring guy I fell in love with.” He laughed, causing you to grit your teeth.

“I assume you two are together, then?” He asked Ginny about her and Harry. “Happily married,” Harry replied coldly, wanting nothing more than this idiot to leave. 

The self-titled charmer looked to Ron and Hermione this time, “And you two, blind date gone wrong?" 

"Wait, just a minute!" Ron began but was cut off by Hermione, 

"How dare you!" 

At that moment Teddy appeared at the table unaware of the conversation’s turn, "Hey, how is everyone tonight? Thank you so much for coming, dessert is on the way.” Just as he had spoken it a wait staff came behind him and began placing beautiful looking chocolate mud cake slices with vanilla bean ice-cream in front of each guest and leaving one in the vacant seat belonging to Draco. 

Emily pardoned herself with the excuse of getting herself a drink, you could tell by the telltale signs of her still full glass on the table that she was overwhelmed by the current events. 

You internally groaned when the voice you began to hate spoke again this time really close to your ear, “You know, Draco just does anything you ask. Just folds and does whatever you say like an obedient pup.” By this time you closed your eyes in distress, you had an intuition that there was something very off, most likely dangerous about this man. 

Almost like how a predator swoops in on prey seeing how Draco was still absent he continued “If you ever want to be with a real man, we can always slip out now to somewhere and I can show you everything you’re missing.” Your skin crawled, you felt sick to your stomach. 

“Don’t talk to my wife like that!” You snapped your head over to see Draco had returned, the look he wore would be absolutely frightening if you hadn’t been so grateful for his timing. Acacius stood up quickly, knocking his chair over, “What are you gonna do about it? Come on, I’ll kick your arse!” He rushed towards Draco, but the other man stood his ground as they squared off. Both men pulled out their wands and aimed it at the other. 

You and Emily exchanged looks, non-verbally agreeing, looking back to the two men who acted more like boys you lifted your wands. Emily targeting her boyfriend, you targeting Draco. In an instant both of their wands flew from their hands and into both Emily’s and yours. 

Harry, Ron and even Teddy stood before Acacius, “I think it’s best you leave!” Teddy sneered. 

Being obviously outnumbered, the horrid man left still with an air of arrogance around him. 

“What a wanker,” Ron stated while going back and sitting next to Hermione. 

The guests settled and began going back to their conversations. 

The music changed from a soft melody wafting in the background, to fill the tent with a lively ambience. Teddy and his new wife took the floor in a confident and elegant choreograph. 

Guests were being encouraged to join in the festivities. Couples and friends alike made their way to the dance floor. Draco offered his hand to you, you blushed and accepted it as he lead you to the dance floor. 

He twirled you majestically, then resting his hand on your hip, you placed your hand softly on his broad shoulder, and your other hand had enclasped in Draco’s. 

As you danced with the man you loved you saw something that contributed to the smile on your face; Emily was dancing with Neville. You rested your head on your husband as you rocked back and forth slowly. 

Towards the end of the song you looked into Draco’s eyes, completely in the moment. “I love you so much (y/n), I fall more and more in love with you every day, and I still can’t believe you said 'I do’, to me." 

You smiled, "I can’t picture my life without you. I love you too." 

You stopped dancing only for a moment so that Draco could speak these words, "You remind me of a fairy tale in that dress you’re wearing." 

You added laughing "Well, I guess that makes you my knight in shining armour.” Draco smiled and looked slightly away in thought before looking back to you, “You’ve always been my princess." 

Kissing him lightly on the nose, "You’ve never treated me than anything less, I don’t want to ever be with anyone else." 

"You’ll always be mine,” Draco promised before capturing your lips in a gentle kiss.


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Adrinette Monday Day Twenty

Today’s prompt is personality swap. Wasn’t sure how to draw it… so I did a little change up to parts of the Origins for a basic understand of how a personality swap!AU would work. Also, read the notes after the story for further ideas into this universe.

Oh, and for those who follow my *ahem* blog, I have posted another part to Nothing Else Matters.

Rating: K
Genre: Fluff
Pairing(s): Adrinette
Summary: Just a simple idea for Personality Swap Prompt.
Warning: No warnings… though, no offense to Chloé fans. There is still room for redemption in this swap idea of course! I just didn’t write that far.  

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Glanni was not the most reputable man in his area, perhaps anywhere. With being despised by the popular majority came those who went beyond basic dislike, and those were called enemies. He had a lot of those.

But he was able to keep them in line and evade their fruitless stabs towards finding him. As far as many were concerned, when Glanni wasn’t raising hell, he ceased to exist until next time.

Nonetheless, he wasn’t surprised when he finally got caught, and even less so when cornered and struck him until he couldn’t see. He didn’t know exactly who they were, but he knew he’d wronged them at some point and could only hope they were too afraid to be thrown in prison for murder.

There was nothing he could do but wait for them to be satisfied by his bloodshed, and wait he did. He couldn’t be sure when they had left, only regaining enough consciousness to comprehend his surroundings hours after.

He panicked when he heard heavy footsteps sweeping across the floor, well aware that he wouldn’t survive another attack. Glanni couldn’t even bring himself to cower or cover himself up, forced to lay still and hold his breath. Playing dead was all but useless, yet, there wasn’t much other choice for him.

When the sound approaching became louder, Glanni mustered up the strength to look up at who would be the decider of his fate.

“Ithro?” He coughed out, pressing the palms of his hands to the floor to try to elevate himself, but ultimately fell flat once more. Pulling the best sour face he could manage, Glanni stared down the hero, despite having to tilt his head upwards to see him.

“Yes, but who were they?” Ithro sunk to his level, taking in how badly he’d been hurt and soon realizing it was worse than he’d originally thought. Frankly, he was surprised that Glanni was even awake and talking.

Glanni unceremoniously spat as he came up with a reply, sighing at the copious amounts of blood that made up his bile. “I don’t really know,” he slurred, turning from his side to lay on his back. When all the blood and saliva went running down his throat, he tried to push himself back to his previous position and was then met with Ithro propping him into a sitting position. Even after he was upright, he didn’t stop supporting his weight.

“I know I’m easy right now,” Glanni drawled, somehow achieving a coy expression through all his bruises, “But keep the handsiness to a minimum, huh?”

Ithro snorted, shaking his head. “You know I would never.” With that, he silently concluded serious help would be needed, but with a little luck, there’d be no lasting damage. He was just stuck on how to go about getting help for someone nobody wanted to care for.

“Of course not.” Glanni maintained his smirk, though it was taking a great deal of energy to act sly. It was hard to tell why he was doing it anymore, if not out of pure habit. “You’re too good for that.”

Choosing to ignore the last comment, Ithro drew back for a moment, eliciting a brief look of upset from Glanni, which quickly dissolved into the same self satisfied grin he liked to wear.

“I’m assuming you don’t have any first aid stuff around here,” Ithro said.

“Actually,” Glanni said pointedly, putting on an imitation of offense best he could, “It’s all in the bathroom. Are you gonna patch me up, is that it?”

“Why wouldn’t I?” When he didn’t receive a response, Ithro spoke again to announce his intentions. “I’ll be right back, you stay there.”

“Yessir,” Glanni chirped, but the reply didn’t retain its desired amount of spunk with how thickly blood coated the syllables.

It was a long and lonely wait for Ithro to return, though it was likely that he was only gone for a few minutes or so. Glanni just wasn’t used to help and company, so once he got a taste of it, he wasn’t willing to let it go so fast. During this waiting period though, he had time to mull over everything and figure out the best way to go about this interaction. He didn’t come up with an answer, not even close.

“Alright, just keep still,” came Ithro’s voice, snapping Glanni from drowsy daydreaming to reality. It wasn’t long before his hands were on him again, this time pressing cotton swabs soaked in peroxide against the cuts that littered his skin.

“Fuck!” It stung. Glanni heard the fizzing of the liquid that signaled it was eating away at something that should not be there, confused as to how he would be already getting infected. Or did it mean something else? He wasn’t able to get himself to care.

“Sorry,” Ithro murmured, and he really did sound apologetic. Glanni sort of hated how genuine the man sounded all the time, because he had to be lying about some of the things he said. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be that nice to him.

They sat in silence as Ithro worked, passing quick glances at one another every so often, only to turn away when they found the other person to be looking back at them. Glanni had trouble keeping his gaze fixed anywhere but towards Ithro, hoping to God that Ithro would mistake his staring as being too out of it to focus elsewhere.

After awhile, Ithro finally finished up, patting down bandages and all the like before pulling away.

Much to his own horror, Glanni audibly whined at the loss of contact between them, so loudly that there was no way it went unheard. No matter how soon he stopped himself, it was written all over Ithro’s face that he hadn’t missed it.

“Did that hurt?” And with that, Glanni knew that he was in the clear. He could blow it off as pain, certainly, that would make sense. If nothing else, it was obvious that he had awhile to go before it all healed.

“No,” he muttered, feeling as if he had no control over what he was saying anymore. Why was it he was telling the truth now of all times? “I just- You’re leaving now, right?”

Ithro paused for what felt like an eternity, wording his sentence carefully when he finally spoke. “I assumed that’s what you wanted.”

“Well, don’t.” Glanni left it at that, refusing to further elaborate as well as look Ithro in the eye, but somehow, he had the nagging idea that he knew exactly what he was thinking.

“Let’s get you to bed, then,” and Ithro held out his hand for Glanni to heave himself up with. After a minute’s hesitation, Glanni’s cold fingers wrapped around Ithro’s wrist and he was lifted from where he sat, onto his mattress. There was no frame nor support; Ithro was being kind when he described the shoddy mess as a bed.

“You might as well lay down with me,” Glanni pointed out after shifting under his covers. He tried to keep his tone nonchalant, casual, which was hard to do since he was feeling anything but. “I mean, there’s nowhere else for you.”

Ithro didn’t verbally respond, instead nodding to confirm that he agreed, going on to climb in alongside Glanni and make every attempt to not take up too much space.

Glanni noticed this effort and acted accordingly, which was, in his mind, to push up against Ithro, practically pleading to be held without saying anything aloud. To his relief and mild chagrin, Ithro accommodated, and Glanni let out a sharp exhale as Ithro held his head and waist. He wouldn’t cry, that would be unforgivable, but being handled in that ginger way brought a lump in his throat. It was a different type of pain, one that he was not used to, one that burned in his chest so brightly that it could’ve felt good.

“Wake me up to say goodbye if you leave early tomorrow.”

Ithro chose not to make any comments about the unusual request. He just laid his head on Glanni’s shoulder and pulled him closer.

“I’ll do that.” But by then, Glanni was fast asleep, exhausted from everything. No matter, Ithro figured. He’d still keep true to his promise whether Glanni heard him or not.

He felt like he deserved that much, and a lot more.

What you’ve given me - Ch. 1

My God, this is taking such a long time to write. I should really quit being so distracted by games. BUT THERE ARE SO MANY COMING OUT ARRGH. Anywho, in favour of time I decided to split this story into 2 parts. Enjoy!

Summary: Akko and Diana are secretly dating each other, but this forces the latter to confront some ugly truths about herself.

Words: 1,165

Genre: Romance, Angst, Friendship

Pairings: Akko/Diana

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How INTPs express their affection/love

I had an ask a while back on how INTPs express affection/love to people they’re close to (and actually affectionate with, not just a crush). I thought I’d compile all the input from other INTPs as well.

If you’d like to contribute, reblog with your comment, and I’ll add it here.

eilamona

Hmm…I don’t know if it applies to other INTPs but I’m very physically affectionate with someone I really like. I’d also try to help them with work problems or any life issues. I’d be more attentive than usual to their needs and changes in their emotional state (like if they’re slightly annoyed or sad). And do little things like these.

iamtyping98

I’m the same. I have a tendency to give a lot of hugs to the people I’m close to, and I’m also good at noticing when they’re upset about something. I think it has to with them mattering enough to actually notice those things.

aphindonesia

verbal (or written) expressions, cuddles and hugs. I’d be more willing to leave the internet just to hear them talking/ranting. Also harmless pranks.

hellocupcakesonmars

I agree. I also tend to get kind of protective, and I’ll do them little favors and things like that. This doesn’t only apply with romantic interest, it’s how I am with my closest friends too. If I’m worrying about someone, it means I really care about them.

dewdrop156

Try to offer solutions to things, write little notes (which probably isn’t very intp-ish), go for a long time without being very affectionate and then suddenly send them a list of why they’re awesome and why I love them because I just gotta tell ‘em

sempiternalgratia

Well I am an female INTP. Im not very expressive verbally but usually I write letters or something that expresses that other than spoken words. Also time. I will be spending time if not with you then for you

hiroyukiblack

Pretty much the same. I can be very physically affectionate, but love words, verbally? Nope. It’s really really hard for me to do it. Writing it is easier, tho. Something else? Well, I can buy things I know the person likes. If I really like them, I will, but could think about how useful could be or if it’s enough to make them smile with that for the time it lasts (if we’re talking about chocolates or flowers and so). I could take the time to do something myself for them… I guess that’s it.

borgazm

wow this is me as hell i always thought i was an abnormal intp for being really physically affectionate also i like to make lists of why i love someone like “here is the empirical evidence i have gathered that proves you are loveable”

foo1sama

I am not physically affectionate at all.  At all. Almost positive that has more to do with my parental environment than being an INTP, though, since my ESTJ brother has the same problem (he lost a wife because of it, and my wife and I have had difficulty with this issue).

To me, love is just ‘best friend who I can be ‘intimate’ with. A degree of how much of my energy I’m willing to spend on you vs. me.  I have people who I would still consider ‘best friends’ that I haven’t talked to for ten years. I can go about … 3 days before I will want to talk to my wife again.

thebuddingexpositaire

I do get pretty physically affectionate as well with the hugs and the gentle pushes and what not (though I can’t receive/display the same amount of affection publicly as opposed to privately) I also get them to (inconspicuously) take the love languages questionnaire in order to respond to their needs better (which, though arguably may seem rather impersonal to Fs, is a manifestation of my actual concern for that person). I’m also bothered to take heed of what they like (as well as jotting down their dates of birth etc)

Also, I do get pretty sappy (by my standards) in my written correspondences with the individual in question. I partake in a lot of cringing afterwards, but oh well.

maybeiexist

Well, it’s the same as most people already put here. I tend to care about them a lot more than I do other people. I try my best to attend anything that’s important to them (from birthdays to public readings) and I also find myself making cards for them for even the littlest of things, haha 

doctortinykat

Lots of hugs

iamnayrel

I agree with the physical affection. I’m not a very touchy feely person unless I really care and trust someone. Also I have made lists of why I’m close friends with certain people that way if they ask I have an answer.

My inferior Fe is always double checking making sure that everyone’s okay. If I love someone that manifests itself in making sure that they are well taken care of and happy and aware that they are loved.

Not super into gift giving but I will pay for your food if I have the money and if you allow me to. Part of the whole “make sure everything’s okay” thing.

ditalova

When I dedicate my time to spend with them although I yearn for solitude (as always). When I dedicate something for them. When I joke and laugh with them. When I seek out for a physical contact, like holding hands or encircling my hand around their arm.

arachnophxbia

Mhm, I relate to a lot of this. I give a lot of physical affection and try to help people I care about through their issues by giving them practical advice and a place to vent to or draw support from. If I care about someone I’ll actively seek to talk to them and know how they’re doing instead of letting them come to me like I do with most. I go out of my way to learn their behaviors and what it means in terms of how they’re feeling or what they might need in a situation, too.

i-just-have-a-lot-of-feelings

I’m an INTP female and I like to be physically affectionate with people I love, but that’s not my relationship with everyone I’m close to.  What is pretty consistent -however- is me making sure people are healthy.  Being a person they can vent to, trying to help them find solutions to problems, and generally making sure they are on the right track w/whatever they’re doing.  I also like getting gifts and doing things like taking someone out for lunch.  I feel like I’m a very gift-giving kind of person.  I remind people to take their medication, and buy them coffee, more often than I say “I love you”

vv31rcl

I actually enjoy talking to them and having a full on two person conversation/discussion as opposed to just listening to someone else drone on. I’ll try to spend as much time with them as possible, and will try to find out what’s going on with them emotionally and in their personal life. Lots of touching and doing/giving them little things as well

loganvok

One person said something about sounding sappy when communicating, and I totally understand that, but I think the best expression of affection is loyalty.

corpusmortum

Physical contact varies with person, generally not touchy. I love getting or making people gifts, and I’ll spend time with them (unless I’m anxious about their disinterest). Make sure they’re healthy and taking care of themselves, making sure they have someone to talk to if they need an ear. Ask them if they want advice or just to vent. I like giving them random bits of information that might be useful. I’ll be silly so they laugh, I’ll say ridiculous things so they focus on me. And laugh.

I really enjoy helping people solve problems. I’ll also troll them with an impish smile, or I’ll deadpan. Trolling intensifies the more I like a person, much to my ISTJ’s dismay. Friendly, non-violent trolling. Like Rick Rolling.

facelessmoon

I’m kind of terrible at expressing how I’m feeling in person, and I struggle to show emotion and emoting in general. I tend to overthink my actions as though I need to convince my partner that I’m feeling what (I genuinely am) feeling but I’m also terrified that it’s coming off as mechanical. I also do a lot of little, cute things like little crafts, little love notes, and thought out gifts to show what I’m feeling. I can be misunderstood easily as well at times, when I put too much focus on showing them I love them when they (unbeknownst to me) already know.

thelightsandstars

Like other people have stated, I’m also really physically affectionate with the people I truly, truly connect with, like my boyfriend and my little sister. It’s super hard for me to be physically affectionate with anyone unless I REALLY REALLY like them. Otherwise it just feels fake and awkward. Like… what am I even expressing if I hug someone I don’t care about? Nothing! (Unless it’s an act of courtesy for a particular situation.)

Additionally, I’ll spontaneously think of cute/funny things to do for them, and because I’m often reminded of them by the things I encounter (like interesting facebook posts) I tend to send them waaaay more messages than I send to other people. And like a couple of people have said, I’ll actually start conversations with them instead of waiting for them to talk to me first. I’ve also written really sappy letters to my boyfriend before.

And I tend to be at my silliest around the people I love and connect with. They’re the only ones with whom I feel enough at ease that I can really be my silly stupid self.

Our Night (3x23 spec fic) Explicit

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How I think S3 should end… I hope you all like!

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Excerpt: 

“You’ve got that sappy grin on your face again,” she said, her voice raised to be heard over the wind rushing past them.
“It is not sappy,” Oliver said, rolling his eyes, but the stupid sappy grin grew and she giggled. She giggled, and it was the most amazing thing he’d ever heard. “I’m too macho to be sappy.”

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Fallout Pt. 13 | Jungkook Apocalyptic!AU

Part 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19

Masterlist | Fallout Masterpost + Trailer

Genre: Post-Apocalyptic AU. Angst.  

Word count: 5k

Synopsis: After the bombs fell, there was nothing on the world besides grey; grey skies, grey pastures, and grey people. The world had been devastated, and the sole motor of your every action was pure instinct because, deep inside, you only wished you had died with the majority of human kind. There was no good people left in that world, not even you. And when his dark figure hovered over you and brought you forcefully with him you confirmed it.
They were no good either.

N/A: EDITED! AND RE-EDITED (because i was probably half asleep while doing it the first time) Have fun reading! Feedback is more than welcome people!!

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of rape/abuse, blood, violence, gore, zombies, sexual contents/references.

Originally posted by jjks

A ray of sunshine disturbed you in your sleep. It played over your eyes, gleaming and waving as a faint current of air filtrated through the window pane and moved the thin fabric that covered it. It was a substitute of a curtain that did not fulfil is task properly. You opened your eyes slowly, and the vague memory of the previous day’s events returned to your mind, still hazy.

Jungkook was still laying by your side. His face was too close to yours, your noses almost touching. It was too close for your comfort, and definitely way too close for your own safety. The mattress creaked when you tried to move away from him, and his eyes popped open. In his swollen eyes you could see the confusion that overtook him when he noticed you so close to him. The distance between your bodies was almost none, but he did not say a word about it.

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Out in the Open || Neymar Jr Imagine

Note:  First imagine ever that I write! Its very long but I got inspired, woops. I got part 2 almost done so it all depends on the likes!

You were sitting in the crowd already as people started to fill the seats of the stadium to support Brazil’s NT against Colombia. You were there to support the team as well, but mostly to support your boyfriend Neymar Jr. after all the criticism that he has been victim of after being tied with no goals against South Africa and Iraq. You two met a few months ago during his vacations in one of the clubs and kept in touch after. One thing led to the other and now you two were a couple, but nobody knew that. 

With the Olympics event coming up, you didn’t want the attention to be taken from him for the real thing, knowing that the media was going to be right on both of your heels questioning the relationship. You also didn’t need the media to be saying that he hasn’t scored because of having you as a distraction, it was something you just wanted to avoid until the Olympics were over. Neymar didn’t agree at first, but of course he didn’t, he wasn’t one to care for what the media or other people said about him. 

Later on, he agreed just because you insisted on it and he didn’t have another choice. You didn’t attend to the other games to avoid people wondering who you were, but you supported him by calls and texts before the games and when he came to the Vila you’d be there in his room to greet him and make him relax after so much pressure he was placing upon his shoulders to reach the gold medal for Brazil. You watched them finish up trainings, and Neymar would every now and then steal glances your way and wink, making you giggle and roll your eyes playfully, causing him to chuckle and earn confused glances from his teammates. For all they knew, Neymar was seeing someone, but nobody knew who and were curious. The only who knew was Rafinha and because he had come to pick his sneakers from Neymar’s room once when you were with him after a game.

You two were careful on not letting anyone know about you two for now. You’d leave at late hours and he would make sure first that nobody was in the hallway so they didn’t see you leaving his room. For Neymar was like a mission and he took it in a playful manner. He’d stand on the door making finger guns around before looking and letting you know that it was ‘clear’. You didn’t had another option but to laugh at his silliness and kiss him goodbye before you left.

The game started and you watched the game intently, looking from side to side and cheering for the Brazilian team and complaining when there were fouls. One of then led to Neymar having a free kick and you were with your elbows resting on your knees as you were leaning forward as your hands were pressed together. Neymar took a quick look your way, expression concentrated before he turned to the ball. The referee blew the whistle and you flinched as Neymar ran towards the ball and kicking it, making an easy goal in your opinion. You burst upward from your seat, cheering and clapping as he celebrated the goal. His teammates soon started jumping on him and they all fell on the ground, even breaking one of the cardboard signs on the field. 

Somehow, he frees himself from his teammates and runs to the side of the field you were sitting on and your eyes widen slightly. “Ney, don’t” you mouth before he shrugs as he runs toward you. His teammates watch him, questioning just where he was going since by all they knew nobody had come to watch him, the only one smirking was Rafinha knowing the answer. He walks up the stairs in front of you and your cheeks heat up, “Ney, what are-” and he just smiles before cupping your face and giving you a gentle kiss. Your hands rest on top of his, letting out a small sigh before he pulls away. 

“That was for you” and that’s all he says before running back to the field. You blink several times before realizing eyes were on you and even a camera from the distance. You smile rather shyly before sitting down on the seat.

The game goes on, and the Colombian players start to become desperate and by consequence, aggressive. They start fighting verbally on the field and its only a matter of time before they start kicking Neymar and pushing him to the ground. The worry is written all over your face every time he falls and holds his ankle. It took all will in you to not jump the fence and ran to check up on Neymar, and when he stood up and took a glance your way you shook your head. Ever since the World Cup, being just a fan then, you took his injuries seriously no matter how little they were. You worried so much that something would happen to him that wouldn’t make his dream come true. You knew that he’d be mad if he would have to stay out of the field for the rest of the Olympics if he got injured. The insults coming from you every time a Colombian player pushed one of your team were too loud sometimes, but you were upset because of this. Luan soon makes another goal, and the game is over. Two goals against none in favor of Brazil.

Watching Neymar smile and be happy about the win made your heart skip a beat. His smile was one of the things that you loved the most about him and seeing it on the field because of their victory was something that you were thankful for. As everyone leaves the seats, you do so as well and head toward the tunnels as quick as possible to avoid attention, but that didn’t work as well. People would ask for pictures with you and would stop you by to congratulate you and to playfully threaten you if you broke Ney’s heart. Usual fans, right? 

The media though was another case, they were exactly on the entrance of the tunnels and you cursed under your breath. You guessed you would have to see him on the Vila later. You were about to turn around when you heard someone. “Y/N! On your left!” You turn to the direction to find Rafinha waiving at you from a door and you make your way there.

 “Hey” you say approaching him, “Congratulations” you say with a bright smile and he grins.

 “Thanks. Come on. Neymar told me to go and get you. He might stay a little longer here” he explains and your eyes widen, giving a small jump as the door closes behind the two of you. 

“What’s wrong? Is he okay?” You ask quickly.

 “Yeah, but the therapists got some ice around his ankle right away so it wouldn’t swell after those kicks” he explains, walking down the hallway.

“That looked like a fight more than anything” you frown and he chuckles.

 “Well, it almost got into a fight because of your boyfriend. He should’ve let it go, but its him, so I saw it coming” Rafael explains and you nod your head.

“I was about to get on the field and slap them” you admit. “Should’ve. I guess that what stopped you were the consequences. Imagine the headlines, “Neymar’s new girlfriend fights the entire Colombian team” and he gestures with his hand and you both laugh, reaching the locker rooms. 

“Already working on stealing my girl?” Neymar asks playfully, leaning back on a bench as his leg was across it, the patch of ice covering his ankle. 

 "Not working, I already did” he corrects and winks at you, earning a small giggle from you.

 “You had her as your little secret, huh? No wonder you were extra happy lately” Gabigol says and you blush. Neymar extends an arm and you walk over to him, standing right besides him as his hand wraps around your waist. 

“Wasn’t my secret by willing choice” Neymar answers, signaling with his head at you. 

“We will see you later at dinner” most teammates said before you two were alone.

 You turn to him and run your fingers through his hair. “You scared me there” you start, taking a glance at his ankle.

 “Babe, I’m fine. Nothing I can’t handle.”

“Thing is that you think you can handle everything” you point out. “You almost started a fight. If they did something to you I would’ve jumped the fence and fought them. They were out of control” you frown and he chuckles. 

“Tiny but fighty” he teases and you playfully pull his ear.

“Are you ready to go out there as my official girlfriend?” He questions. “Official to everyone else” he adds. You didn’t know what to feel about that, mostly because of him. 

“I think” you admit before he flinches as he places his leg on the floor. “Careful…” you warn and he, again, chuckles. 

“You are my nurse now?” He teases as he pulls on a shirt.

 “I always cared for you even when you didn’t knew I existed. Now I just…feel protective and don’t want you to get hurt and making sure it doesn’t happen” you defend yourself, arms crossing against your chest. 

He stands up with your help, limping on one step he takes towards you. “I’m glad I found you” he admits, two fingers holding your chin before he presses a lingering kiss against your lips while the other arm goes around your waist. Your arms rest on his shoulder and you smile into the kiss as he bites your lip before pulling away taking your hand. You reach down to pick the bag with his things and toss it over your shoulder.

“I’ll try to walk as fast as I can away from the media” he says as you two walk down the hallway. 

“Don’t. Its okay” you assure him and he smiles at you.

 As soon as you two walk out the door, about three reporters rush your way and your eyes widen before a group of them follow. Some questioned how Neymar felt about advancing to semi finals, others about the criticism he has been part of and the comparisons. He answered a few before they started to question about you, asking where you two met, how long you have been dating,  and the one you feared, if you were the reason he was out of the game play against the first two games. Why did reporters always had to blame things that didn’t have to do with it? Or why even pretend that Neymar wasn’t at his 100% because of a girl? You can see Neymar’s body tense at the question in anger, but you squeeze his hand before speaking.

 “I wasn’t the reason why he didn’t score on the first to matches” and suddenly all microphones are in front of you. “It is not the first time he has a girlfriend so I don’t think that should be an excuse. He and the team were testing tactics and positions, as well as getting back on track on the soccer games. No girl will ever distract him from reaching what he wants and if I were the reason I would back away because I want him to win the gold medal as much as all of the fans because I know how important this is to him and the country. He is focused on his goal and I am only here to support him through the games” you answer. Where did that speech came from? You weren’t sure, but when Neymar smiles and kisses your cheek, you know you did the right thing.

The reporters continued to ask both of you questions, but Neymar only waved, and so did you, before security came to escort you both out of the tunnels and into your ride. Once inside, you throw your head back letting out a breath, “You did a good job answering there. Didn’t expect you to jump in and talk” he says with a smirk. 

“Me neither” you admit with a laugh.

 “Get ready for the others to come. Practice with the boys today at dinner” he says and you just laugh.

 “I’m sure I’ll need the practice” you agree. He smiles before leaning down to peck your lips as you head to the Vila Olimpica. Now you were going to have to be ready for what was to come because now everything was out in the open.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN


I clear my throat. By the look on her face, I can see she’s genuinely curious. She doesn’t know anything yet. She might be assuming, but she doesn’t know anything for sure. I checked myself in the mirror before I left Jackson’s house to make sure I didn’t have any physical marks, and I didn’t. She can’t prove anything, even if she has suspicions.

“I was studying,” I say. “For my AP tests.”

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Single Parent AU - Harry Styles.

Asher meets you and doesn’t like you since his mummy left him and he thinks you’ll do the same after you break his daddy’s heart and take all the attention. But then he realises how awesome you actually are?

Here we have an 8.6k Christmas-themed story for the Single Parent AU. Thank you so much for being so patient with me - it means a lot that you’ve waited so patiently for so long for this. I’m also so thrilled that so many of you are enjoying it and loving it and are eager to read new parts; I’ve never had so much positive feedback on an AU story before, haha.

I apologise that some parts are rough and rusty - especially the ending! - so bear with me, haha.

Feedback would be absolutely incredible, so, let me know just what you think of this. And don’t forget to shoot me a message on what you want to see in the next part of the series. Where should I go next?

Enjoy! xx

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