we pulled over to take this

anonymous asked:

NHL spotters are great... they had Fleury finish the game, despite being concussed.

Eh, normally I’m not really going to come down on the spotters. It’s a really freaking difficult call, it’s so hard to look at an impact with your eyeballs and know what happened inside someone’s skull and if a guy says he’s fine and passes the protocol at the time like Flower did… it’s all best guess.

Plus - while I’m not saying this is a good thing - it’s probably a bit different when we’re talking about pulling out a goalie than like a winger, you know? If you’re talking the “independent” spotters then there’s always going to be concerns about whether they really are being independent when taking out such a crucial and irreplaceable member of the team.

But idk, my instant, visceral reaction was a hard HE IS HURT. After years of watching him play I’ve seen him react to getting run over a dozen times in a dozen different ways and there are times where he gets up and pokes guys with his stick in irritation or curses and skates it off a little - and then there are times he is hurt…. and that was clearly he was hurt. Absolutely. But these guys probably haven’t spent years watching him. How would they know better enough to argue with what he himself is saying?

Between the coaches and everyone probably feeling (as they said the next game before his start) Malcolm maybe wasn’t really ready to be thrown in the deep end with this team he’s just joined… and the perfect record-making mojo of the team winning (they had the lead still at that point iirc)…. and probably a good portion of Flower in his head going NO NOT AGAIN I CAN’T LOSE MY SPOT FOR THIS AGAIN… everyone collectively just… didn’t pull him / he didn’t let himself be pulled.

Obviously I’d rather he be safe but I’m a big fan of bodily autonomy and I don’t like laying blame wherever there isn’t malice or gross negligence and it’s fundamentally a judgment call that wasn’t up to any of us so. It is what it is.

IT’S GETTING KINDA HOT IN HERE

*I wrote this with the sun and mars signs in mind*

Aries: It was a cool summer night. “You’re crazy.” I said as you pulled me towards an abandoned building. “Don’t be scared, I just wanna check it out.” We wandered through the decaying concrete, graffiti on every wall possible. I was so scared but I was trying hard not to lose my cool. After all you were absolutely loving this. There was a loud creak and I jumped, grabbing your arm. “Babe calm down, look at me.” You said soothingly, rubbing my shoulders. We made out there in the middle of the building; in the middle of the night. Your kisses enthralling, and for a moment I forgot about everything else. The creak came again but louder, “Okay, fuck this.” You laughed, grabbing my hand and we ran as fast as we could out of there and into the summer air.

Taurus: It was pitch black, our kisses growing more urgent as you fumbled around trying to undo my buttons. “I can’t see anything.” you chuckled. I sparked my lighter and you looked around for a candle, finding one and lighting it with my flame; never taking your eyes off me. You undid my pants quickly with a smirk on your face and threw them dramatically across the room. Your lips finding mine again, making up for the loss of contact. “You are so fucking hot” you whispered, running your hands down my body, a trace of goosebumps forming on my skin. You pushed in slowly, moaning as you felt my heat. You buried your face in my hair I lost all focus. I just held on for dear life as the candlelight flickered erratically on the ceiling.

Gemini: Your bedroom was covered with so many posters I couldn’t see what colour it was painted. You had not one, but two lava lamps, one purple and one orange. We were laying on your floor, listening to Frank Ocean on vinyl, “Sometimes I think about faking my own death, and leaving the parts I don’t like about myself behind.” you said somberly, drawing lazy circles on my stomach with your finger. “Where would you go?” I asked. You propped your head up, your adorable face flushed purple in the light from the lamp. “Anywhere but here,” you said pulling me even closer, “only as long as I could take you with me though.” I ran my finger across your bottom lip and you bit it, we giggled quietly, then sighed. You kissed me so deeply, like an ocean tide that ebbs and flows. We made love, slow love right there on your bedroom floor. Every now and then, when things are quiet, parts of that night come back in flashes when I close my eyes.

Cancer: Snow had been coming down like crazy all day and everybody was staying inside. We had made the heroic journey to the store to get the bare necessities. Popcorn, paprika Pringles and those fruity toffees. Now we were cuddled in an abundance of duvets and pillows watching Spirited Away. “Are you cold?” you asked softly. “No I’m actually really warm.” I said adjusting the pillows behind me. Your eyes shot around the room, you bit your lip as your gaze landed on me. “What?” I asked when I noticed you staring. You grinned, “I’m kinda cold.” I couldn’t help but laugh as I lifted my blanket and pulled you into my cocoon. Your hand slipped under my shirt as you got comfortable. “Oh my god, your hand is freezing.” I shrieked. “Warm me up then.” you teased as you kissed me gently.

Leo: “You are such a goddamn hypocrite, why are you being so possessive?” I yelled at you. “Because I fucking love you!” you screamed even louder. My eyes shot wide as the words left your mouth. I felt like I was about to faint. Like everything I’d known for the past two months had been wrong. I put my hand on my forehead and slowly sat down on the sofa. “Since when?” I asked warily. You sat down next to me, leaving a little space between us, not wanting to scare me away. “Since the day I met you.” you said more gently. I shook my head in confusion. All these months I’d been crushing on you, telling myself I was a fool for thinking you could ever feel the same. “Look, I should go.” you said standing up, I grabbed your arm quickly and pulled you to me. I kissed you with my eyes open, I didn’t believe it but my eyes couldn’t lie. You picked me up and put me in your lap. “We can’t do this.” I whispered into your neck. You grabbed me even tighter, not ready to let me go. “Tell me to stop,” you breathed kissing down my collarbone, your finger toying with the band of my panties, “just tell me to stop.” Your eyes searched mine for an answer. Your finger inching further, grazing down the lace in front. I moaned into your mouth, giving you the answer you needed. The one we both needed.

Virgo: My phone buzzed next to my laptop. It was almost midnight and my chemistry notes were making less sense than ever. “Hi baby.” I half sighed as I answered. “Where are you?” you asked. “On my bed, what’s up?” I could hear your breathing through the phone, “Nothing, just thinkin’ about you. ‘Bout us.” you said cheekily. I closed my eyes as that familiar lightness hit my stomach. “Oh really, what are we doing?” I teased. You half groaned on the other line, “Thinking about your skin, running my tongue up your spine, and swirling it around your-” Now I was the one who moaned. “Can you come pick me up?” I panted. You laughed, “Thought you’d never ask.”

Libra: It was my first birthday in the new city and I was feeling more homesick than ever. You knocked on my door and told me to get dressed while you poured two shots of tequila. You took me on an adventure, stumbling through a regal museum slightly tipsy. I was laughing at this modern piece, you asked why I didn’t get it, I said the shape was a bit funky. From behind you wrapped your arms around my waist, pressing yourself up against me, “I think it’s a quite stimulating.” you whispered with a sly grin, and my entire body shivered. Then you took me to dinner, your eyes staring into mine the whole time and I could hear my heart beating in my ears. It was like moving between worlds, reality changing from hour to hour. I don’t even remember what we talked about, only what I was feeling. We couldn’t even last until desert, our minds running away from us. As soon as I opened the door to my place your lips crashed onto mine, and for the first time that night I felt like I could breathe.

Scorpio: “Do you wanna wrestle?” I asked you with a wicked grin on my face. “I’m not gonna wrestle you.” You said not taking your eyes of the TV. I jumped on you and the Xbox controller went flying. “You asked for it.” You growled as you started fighting me back. I knew I had no chance, I just wanted to get you all fired up. Before I knew it I was on my back, hands pinned down above my head and your strong thighs straddling my torso. “Who’s the winner?” you demanded. “You’re the winner daddy.” I purred, reaching up and biting your lip. Your expression shifted, your eyes going from that watery blue to devilish dark in a split second, and I knew I was in for a ride.

Sagittarius: It was 3 a.m. I knew I had school in the morning but at this point I didn’t care. Cruising around the city in your parents BMW, the bass in the sound system making our blood vibrate. Like it hadn’t been already. We didn’t say anything, we couldn’t. We couldn’t afford to lose control. Then L$D by A$AP Rocky came on. My hands were shaking in my lap, your knuckles white from squeezing the steering wheel so hard. The engine purred as you drove faster, now with a purpose, pulling into the beach parking lot. The car came to an abrupt stop and I couldn’t take this any longer. You moved your seat back as I jumped over the console. You kissed me like you were drowning and I was air. All that tension finally snapping like firecrackers as the music pumped through our bodies. Your strong arms lifted me up and pushed my dress up my thighs, the windows fogging up. I could feel your biceps trembling under the palm of my hand, and thought how could something that felt so right be so wrong?

Capricorn: The whole day had had a weird, electrifying feel to it. Now I knew why. We were standing out there on the balcony, face to face in the middle of the crowd. “Kiss me.” you said nonchalantly. “You kiss me.” I incited. You took a long drag of the joint, gently pressing your lips to mine as you blew the smoke into my mouth. I just stared back at you, blowing the smoke out again calmly, your fingers still caressing the back of my neck. You almost smiled but stopped it midway by biting your lip. I grabbed your shirt and pulled you to me. I kissed you like it was the last time. You pulled back slightly to catch your breath, “Wanna get out of here?”

Aquarius: The night I first met you. I didn’t wanna go out but my friends convinced me. The bar was so packed but somehow I got to the front of the stage. There you were, and that cherry red guitar, in your own world. I remember I couldn’t take my eyes of your fingers when you played. I didn’t even notice you were looking at me until the song was over. You laughed and playfully tugged on your shirt. I didn’t get why but then I noticed we were both wearing the same Led Zeppelin shirt. When the show was over you found me so quickly I knew you had been watching me. “I feel like this was meant to be.” you said leaning up against the bar. I took you in, your knuckles had little cuts on them and your black jeans were splattered with green paint. “I’m not really in the mood to make friends tonight.” I said, taking a sip of my beer. You ran your hand teasingly through that dirty blonde DiCaprio hair, “How ‘bout we just stay strangers then?” I knew I’d already lost this fight. The next thing I remember is literally falling into your foyer, your lips on my neck as I moaned in your ear. You held me so tight, pulling my shirt up ever so slightly just to put your skin on mine. I pushed you down, taking my shirt all they way off while I straddled your hips, and you looked at me like I had just discovered fire. When it was all over you grabbed my face with both your hands, “What’s your name?” you breathed. I smirked as I put my clothes back on, “I thought we were gonna stay strangers.” I was halfway home when I realized that the shirt I was wearing wasn’t mine, it was yours.

Pisces: The record had finished all the way through. That needle scratch sound from the record player filled the silence in the room. I was in your arms, tangled in bedsheets and your sticky bodyparts. You grazing my back lightly with your fingers. “I need to pee.” I said trying untangle myself limb by limb. Your arms tightened around me, “No, you can’t go.” you pouted. I giggled and wiggled around in your embrace. “I have to pee, I’ll be quick.” You pressed your forehead against mine. “Promise?” you said softly. I pecked your lips three times. “I promise.”

How to Avoid Conflict with Pirates

Context: We are a group of fae knights, sworn to the eternal flame. With our knighthood comes armor that had several magic properties including a short distance communication spell. One of the NPCs in our party started developing some really strong nature powers in near god-like scale. Using his newfound abilities, our party created a living boat made of trees to continue our trek. We bound some wind and water elementals to make our journey faster.

GM: As you go along, some of the tree start turning into fruit bearing trees- mostly peaches- and some nut trees. A few days of uneventful journey passes when you finally see a another ship in the distance. The crew you hired identify it as a pirate ship.

Artificer Shapeshifter: “I want to turn into a seagull and go over there to spy on them.”

Pixie fighter: “I’m going with!”

Elven Ranger (also the unit captain): I’m staying on our boat. Like a normal person.

GM: Alright. You get over there and they are busy arguing. Some of them want to board your vessel. They really want that fruit. Most of them think you are a cursed moving island and want nothing to do with you. The Captain is one of the people that want to board.

Fighter: “Can we like… Carve a fruit into a skull and throw it at the captain?”

Artificer: “Oooh, that gives me an idea.”

Ranger (over the com spell) “What are you two planning?”

Artificter: “I’m sorry kssst we must be getting out of range kssssttt you’re breaking up.“ 

Ranger(ooc): Oh god.

Artificer: Anyways, I’m going to use a shaping spell on the pit of a peach into a skull and then teleport it into the pirate captains hand.

Fighter: "Yeeeeessssssss.”

GM: Oh. My. God. So the captain looks really confused and slowing draws a knife and cuts into the peach. One of the ther pirates says “You gonna share that, Captain?” He looks down at it in horror and says “You can HAVE it." 

Fighter: "We should go back to our boat now.”

Artificer: “Yup.”

GM: As you head back to your ship, you notice the pirate ship taking off very, very fast. There are patrols over in that direction and they do not care. They want to get away as fast as possible, even if it means getting caught.

Ranger: When they get back I look at them and say “What. Did. You. Two. Do?”

Fighter: “This is what happens when we don’t have our elven handler.”

Artificer: “To be fair, we were unsupervised." 

GM: Later that day, you see the naval patrolling vessels. They circle you a couple times, trying to figure out what you even are before pulling up next to your ship and demanding your papers in a very confused tone. The captain you hired shows the papers, acting like this is all normal. They go through all the official stuff needed. The naval officer then says "One last question: are you haunted? We caught some… errm… mercantile vessel without papers- alright, I’m mincing words, they were pirates- and they said they saw a haunted floating forest?”

Kiwi

Originally posted by fearless-man

Inspired by Harry Styles’ song ‘Kiwi’. Just an one shot without any connections to other stories I’ve written. Hope you enjoy!

Warning: Smut

She’s driving me crazy, but I’m into it, but I’m into it
I’m kinda into it
It’s getting crazy, I think I’m losing it, I think I’m losing it

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Not A Joke - Soulmate AU! Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Soulmate tattoo - Your soulmates birthdays appears on your body. Imagine being a young adult in the year 2017 and having ‘March 10th, 1917’ written on your arm (REQUEST BY ANON)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warning: None, really ! Enjoy,,,,

Word count: 2K

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March 10th, 1917
She didn’t get it; nobody did. How could she, a woman that lived in the year 2017, have a soulmate that is 100 years old? She always thought it was a painful joke. Everyone around her had years written on their wrist, arms, legs, you name it. But from the year 1917? No. She was the only one. The one who had a joke for a soulmate.

Yeah, sure, maybe there was one old man still kickin’ it out there, but there was no chance in hell she’d marry him. There was no chance she’d put herself in that type of predicament, therefore, her tattoo was a joke.

It pissed her off, beyond what anyone could imagine. Everyday, she was reminded by the date, the date tattooed in the crease of her arm. It pissed her off because she wasn’t the type that normally attracted anyone. She wasn’t the one for love, or so that’s what she thought. Nobody was really interested in her, and the only chance of someone liking her was for a laugh.

She was deep in her thoughts when someone brought her back to reality.

“Hey, (Y/N)! Don’t want to be caught dozing off on the job, do you?” Her friend, Austin, threw a hacky sack at her arm.

Laughing, she picked it up and swung it back at him. “You need these for the customers! Don’t go throwing them at your friends!”

He swiftly grabbed the toy before setting it on the small counter. There were a handful of booths in the amusement park, and they just had to make him watch over the ones with miniature bing bags.

While Austin was taking over the booth called ‘Tin Can Toss’, she was in charge of the ‘I Can Guess Your Weight/Age!’ game. She hated it, really, but she had to make money some how, and for her it was guessing something she didn’t nearly care about.

It’s not that it was boring, but it was stupid. They had her take special classes, 45 minutes a day wasted on learning what was the best way to guess someone’s age or weight. Sure, she’d rather be working at a Starbucks or any old candy store, but for now she was stuck on a guessing game.

“Keep an eye out, I think that group over there is planning on playing your game” Austin spoke up, pointing in the direction behind her.

She looked over her shoulder and groaned. Three guys and girl were leaning up against a fence that surrounded the carousel nearby, their eyes stuck on the booth you sat in. A darker male was laughing loudly, nudging another man with long brown hair your way.

“Nah, they’re just laughing at how stupid the game is.”

“I don’t know, (Y/N). I think they’re coming!” He nodded his head in their direction, clearly pointing out that the group was making their way toward you.

She practically whined at her friend before turning towards the customers with a fake smile.

“Hello! Plan on playing?” She kept that fake smile plastered on her face, observing each and every one of them.

“Yeah, actually, my friend here wants you to guess his age.” The darker man from before clamped his hands on the back of the brunettes shoulders, pushing him even closer to her.

“Oh, yeah? Alright, let’s give it a go! It’ll just be 5 dollars.” She watched as the third man dug his wallet out of his pocket. After a few moments, he handed her the bill and she stuck it in the apron around her waist.

“Okay, so let’s see.” She walked toward the shy man, looking him up and down, studying his facial features and body shape. “You don’t mind if I just… awkward check you out, right? I promise, it’s part of the job.”

He smiled, chuckling silently. His eyes observed the woman before him, watching her study his body as if it were an art piece in a gallery.

“Well, before I guess, remember that if I’m 2 years off, it counts. Alright?” She crossed her arms, thinking one last time before receiving a nod from the male.

“Okay, give it your best.” His friends behind him laughed, covering their mouths. She knew something wasn’t right, but she didn’t know what. The whole group was acting weird. Why were they acting weird?

“28.” She shrugged her shoulders, wrinkling her eyes in uncertainty. She watched them as they held their laughter in, trying not to seem like they were laughing at her guess.

“Way off?” She dropped her arms, sighing. “I’m new to this job. I lost, go ahead and grab a prize.” She placed a hand on her hip, the other rubbing her face as she closed her eyes.

“Don’t even want to know my actual age?” He hesitantly stood there, looking back at his friend, then returning his gaze back at her.

“To see how much I failed? Nah, I’ll pass.” She smiled while doubting herself, watching the man rub his stubble.

“You technically are around that age physically, Bucky. Cut her some slack, she was right.” The blond friend set his hand on Buckys shoulder.

She furrowed her eyebrows, giving a confused smile. “Whatever that’s suppose to mean.”

He looked back at his friends, receiving an ‘approval’ nod. Not only did she notice, but she was even more confused as she was before.

“Well, I don’t know how to say this but,” He trailed off, looking behind him at his blond friend again. She could tell he was looking for reassurance, but not what for. “I’m 100 years old. My body looks around 28 years old, but technically I’m 100.”

She put on a humorous smile, looking over at Austin who was eavesdropping from the booth. He hid his laugh, shrugging at her.

“100? Glad I know someone around the same age, I’m 97.” She held her hand out at Bucky, smiling mischievously while he gave her a serious look.

“Don’t believe me?” She dropped he hand, rolling her eyes at how serious he was taking the act.

“Why would I? There is no way in hell you’re 100 years old. You don’t even look old enough to have your own children.” She leaned against the back of the booth, crossing her arms and laughing dryly.

“He’s not lying.” The friend from earlier walked forward, setting his hand on Buckys shoulder. “Ever heard of Captain America?”

She continued to stare strangely at the men, wondering why they’re even telling her this. Even if they were telling the truth, why go as far as this to prove it to her?

“Steve Rogers, the face of America! A man who was frozen in ice, brought back, and now works for the Avengers or something. Are you telling me you’re Captain America?” She sarcastically explained, rubbing her eyes, and growing tired of the conversation. None of it made sense to her, and she didn’t care anyways.

“Well, I am. This here is my friend Bucky.” The blond claimed, staring at her as if not an ounce of what he said was a lie.

She leaned her head back, looking at the sky.
Great, (Y/N). Here you are, sitting at a worthless booth being told this man is 100 years old and is best friends with Captain America.

“Okay, but why are you telling me this?” She straightened her back, grabbing the nearby water bottle and taking a long drink.

“We walked past this booth earlier, and uh,” He trailed off, looking towards the darker man that had kept quiet this whole time. “My friend, Sam, noticed your arm.”

“My arm?” She looked down at her arm, seeing nothing out of the ordinary.

“Well, it says the 10th of March, 1917.” His finger pointed toward the part of your arm which had the birthdate of your soulmate.

“You’re not implying that-“

“Is your birthday (DD/MM/1989)? That’s all I want to know.” Bucky cut her off, staring at her arm and then into her eyes. “I just want to make for sure.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” She furrowed her eyebrows, staring at the floor. There was no way he was he soulmate, this made no sense.

She took a deep breath, accepting the situation and began to believe it. Why would they lie about this? It had to be true, right?

“All this time I thought I was going to be this old mans soulmate. There’s no way! This has to be a joke!” She ran her hands through her hair, looking over at her friend for support. He shrugged his shoulders before giving her a smile that basically said ‘it’s all on you’.

She inhaled deeply, staring at the blue-eyed man in front of her. “If you are my soulmate, then this whole time I actually had one, and it wasn’t some old man on life support. Holy shit! I can’t believe this! I never thought this day would come! I think I’m actually-“

“Calm down, Doll.” His voice spoke deeply to her, calming her down instantly. “Breathe. Just breathe.”

She slowly nodded, taking in a deep breath and calming her heart beat.

Someone scoffed loudly behind him, speaking up in a humorous voice. “Don’t tell her to calm down, you were practically the same way before we calmed you down and brought you over here.”

Bucky rolled his eyes, looking behind him and slapping the mans arm, receiving a troublesome grin. “Sam. You’ve stayed quiet, and then you decided to speak at the worse time?”

Bucky turned back to her, looking at her arm once again before pulling his left sleeve up. “I always thought that God put a date from many generations after me on my arm as a joke. As if I couldn’t love anyone from my own generation. I surrounded myself with different woman, hoping to just prove to myself that I could love someone. Then I lost my arm, and for the longest I couldn’t remember the date that was printed there.”

“Your arm-“ She instantly grabbed his left arm, holding it in her hands and admiring the metal blades. She would have felt sorry, but she somewhat found it amazing. “You can use this as your arm? How is that possible?”

She traced her fingers against the patterns on his arm, holding them strongly in her grip as if it was as fragile as a glass plate.

“Maybe you can explain it to her over dinner tonight.” The woman finally spoke up, giving you both a smirk.

Bucky looked over his shoulder, laughing at what she had said “Did you just hit on her for me?”

“Someone had to do it.”

“Agreed” Steve spoke up, earning a nod from Sam.

“Keep in mind that you were the back alley kid once.” Bucky shook his head before pulling his sleeve back down and shoving his hands into his pockets.

Steve walked up, giving him a pat on the back. “Hey, I’ll leave you two alone for now. Call me when you’re ready.

They shared a smile before exchanging a few words, and parting ways. The three traveled to a food stand across the walkway, slowly watching them both out of the corner of their eyes.

He began to speak, trying to start a small conversation and learn the basics but he kept noticing the obvious glances from across the park.

“Obvious, aren’t they?” He looked across the area, watching them as they quickly look the other way as if they weren’t staring moments before.

“Very.”

He smiled awkwardly before hesitantly holding out his human arm towards her. She gave him a confusing, but humorous look before slowly accepting it and shaking.

“Sorry, I just never got to introduce myself properly. Bucky Barnes, well, James Barnes. I’d like to go by Bucky though.”

“I kinda like James, I don’t know.” She teased, giving him a quick wink and setting her hands on her hips. “Nice to meet you, bucky.”

“C’mon now, Darlin’. I need a name in return.” He sheepishly smiled at her, receiving a blush and an awkward smile.

“(Y/N). (Y/N) (Y/L/N).”

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Bloody Nose (Theo Raeken)

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I woke up to a loud tap on my window. I quickly got up knowing exactly who it was. I opened the window allowing Theo to jump through. He was holding a bouquet of roses.

“I thought you forgot.” I said standing on my tiptoes to kiss his cheek.

“How could I forget babe? I’ve only been sneaking in your window for the last year.” He said pecking me on the lips.

I took the roses putting them on my dresser.

“well that’s because if my dad or Stiles ever found out we were dating they’d kill you and then probably kill me with your dead body.” I said dragging Theo over to my bed.

“I could defend myself.” He smirked laying down.

I sat on my bed and cuddled in closer to him. This has been our nightly routine for the last year. Stiles nor my dad rarely came in my room so I knew we’d be okay.

“Stiles would have Scott and Liam kill you then.” I said looking up at him.

“I could take them too if it meant fighting for my woman.” Theo smirked pulling me on his lap.

I captured his lips with mine kissing him passionately. He put his hands on the small of my back pushing me closer to him. I broke the kiss leaning my forehead against his.

“I love you.” Theo said kissing my nose.

“I love you too.” I said leaning in again. 

Theo smashed his lips on mine wasting no time in massaging my tongue with his. He started to kiss my neck making me moan. He always knew how to get to me. He put his hand under my shirt slowly sliding it off of me. We were engaged in a heated make out session when I heard someone coming up the steps making me freeze.

“Theo someone’s coming you have to go!” I said quickly pushing Theo towards the window.

Theo smirked not moving.

“oh come on babe I wasn’t done kissing you and besides I could totally take Stiles and your dad…at the same time.” He said laughing a little bit.

“you are not hurting my family, now if you want to keep kissing me you’ll leave right now!” I said trying to push him again.

“alright, I’m leaving.” He said laughing again.

Theo opened my window starting out while I quickly threw on my shirt.

“oh by the way Happy Anniversary.” He said leaning in the window.

I quickly kissed him hearing the footsteps get even closer. Theo jumped down quickly disappearing to his truck that was parked down the street. Stiles burst in my room just as I closed the window.

“Y/N!” He shouted running in but quickly gave me a suspicious look.

He looked between me and the window.

“what are you doing?” He questioned.

“nothing, just getting some fresh air.” I lied easily.

His eyes looked around my room before landing on something.

“who got you these roses?” He asked picking up the bouquet of roses off my dresser.

“I don’t know I found them in my locker today.” I said returning to my bed.

“uh huh that’s why there’s a note that says happy anniversary babe on it.” He said looking at me suspiciously.

Of course Theo would leave a note.

“look why are you in here?” I asked ignoring his questions.

“I want to know what you’re keeping from me? Do you have a boyfriend? Oh god you have a boyfriend! He said pacing back and forth.

"Stiles calm down.” I said trying to stop him from pacing.

“who is it?” He asked looking me in the eyes.

I debated, what could be so bad about telling him. I shuddered at all the bad scenarios that entered my head, yep definitely not telling him.

“It’s uh..” I started but couldn’t even think of a fake name to tell him.

“Oh god please tell me it isn’t Liam.” Stile said pacing again.

“oops caught me.” I said.

“I can’t believe you’re dating Dumbar and didn’t tell me!” He said flailing his arms the way only Stiles does.

“okay one it’s Dunbar and two well I knew you’d act like this which is precisely why I didn’t tell you.” I said rolling my eyes.

wow if he was freaking out this much over Liam he’d have a heart attack if he found out it was really Theo.

“oh my god I can’t even look at you right now!” He said walking out the door.

Stiles wouldn’t talk to me for the rest of the night. The next morning was even worse. Stiles glared at me the whole time during breakfast but thankfully he didn’t say anything to dad. He wouldn’t talk to me on the car ride to school either.

“okay Stiles enough with the silent treatment, you’re worse than a hormonal teenage girl! Please talk to me!” I pleaded.

Nothing. I rolled my eyes hopping out of the jeep and walking towards the school. I saw Liam talking with Mason. I walked over placing my hand in his. He gave me a weird look before dropping my hand.

“look I need you to be my fake boyfriend, I’ll explain later.” I said grabbing his hand again.

I saw Stiles walk in the school. I turned back to Liam who still looked hopelessly lost.

“kiss me.” I said leaning in.

“you want me to kiss you?” He asked nervously.

“yeah, we’re fake dating remember! No hurry up and kiss me!” I said grabbing him.

Liam shrugged his shoulders before placing his lips on mine. Surprisingly Dunbar was a really good kisser, I mean I didn’t feel anything considering I was in love with Theo, but still.

“DUMBAR!” Stiles yelled walking down the hall.

I pulled away from Liam just as Stiles was getting close.

“wow.” Liam said catching his breath.

“I’m going to kill you!” Stiles growled before punching Liam in the face.

Liam stumbled back clutching his nose.

“why’d you punch me!” Liam growled.

“why’d you kiss my sister!?” Stiles fired back.

Wow Stiles was taking this way out of proportion.

“She told me too!” Liam defended.

“DUNBAR!” Theo growled walking towards us.

Theo punched Liam in the face breaking his nose.

“would everyone stop punching me!” Liam growled wiping the blood from his nose.

“keep your lips off my girlfriend.” Theo growled.

“you’re girlfriend?” Stiles scoffed glaring at Theo.

“FOR THE LAST TIME SHE TOLD ME TO KISS HER!” Liam yelled.

Stiles and Theo looked at each other and then at me.

“well you see it’s actually a really funny story guys.” I started rubbing the back of my neck nervously.

“explain.” Stiles demanded.

“for once I agree with this spazz.” Theo said crossing his arms over his chest.

“okay well you see Stiles I’ve sort of been dating Theo for the last year and you never knew because I would sneak him in my room every night while you and dad were sleeping and well last night we were making out and you came up the stairs and you started asking questions and then you found the roses and asked me who I was dating and then you assumed it was Liam and I was under pressure so I just said it was and then we got to school and I told Liam he had to be my fake boyfriend and made him kiss me to convince you Stiles but then you punched him and then Theo punched him and, wait did you guys really have to hit him?” I rambled.

“yeah about that.” Liam said.

He punched Stiles in the face and immediately turned to Theo punching him as well. Both boys fell down from the impact, clutching there bleeding and probably broken noses.

“I feel better.” Liam said sighing with a goofy smile on his face.  

“ow, my face.” Stiles whined.

“I’m going to kill you Liam.” Theo growled holding his nose.

Liam helped me grab the boys taking them to the nurses office. Stiles glared at me as I held his nose trying to stop the bleeding.

“Theo? Out of all the pieces of shit in the world you just had to pick Theo?” Stiles said immediately flinching.

“stop talking, I’m trying to stop the bleeding.” I said rolling my eyes.

Stiles rolled his eyes as I applied more pressure to his nose.

“look I don’t expect you to understand, and I don’t expect you to be okay with it, but just know Stiles for once in my life I’m genuinely happy.” I said removing the tissue now that his nose has stopped bleeding.

Stiles looked at me tucking a piece of hair behind my ear.

“you sure, with Theo?” He said making a face.

“I’m sure Stiles.” I laughed.

He sighed dramatically before rolling his eyes.

“I love you dork.” I said wrapping my arms around him.

He wrapped his arms around me squeezing me tightly.

“tell Theo if he hurts you, I’m going to break off an extra large branch of mountain ash, wrap it in wolfsbane, roll it in mistletoe, and shove it up his freaking…”

“okay damn Stiles I get it.” I said cutting him off.

I gave him a kiss on the cheek before walking to the next room where Theo was sitting. He still had some dried blood on his nose and his cheek was bruised. Honestly he looked pretty hot.

“you know you look kind of hot with a bloody nose.” I said making Theo look up at me.

He was not amused. I walked over standing in front of him.

“this is all my fault, I’m sorry.” I said wrapping my arms around his neck.

Theo sighed wrapping his arms around me too.

“did you have to kiss him though?” He sighed.

“did you have to punch him?” I said.

“yeah, because nobody kisses you except for me.” He said putting his hand under my chin and bring my face down to meet his.

He kissed me gently before pulling away.

“So I look hot huh.” He smirked up at me.

“oh yeah you should totally get punched in the face more often.” I said smirking back.

“I’ll consider it.” He said kissing me again.

I meant what I said I was genuinely happy.

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Yoongi & Jungkook | BTS | 10.2k Words

w: for @tendershepherd and plotted with her (and she came up with the title. bless lmao) to create this mess of sub!jk & sub!yoongi, dom!reader, ass play, pussy worship, slight mxm, humiliation… and a lot more. this is so filthy. i’m sorry. lmfao

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Hey! Can I request RFA boys reacting to MC's lipstick leaving a mark after a smooch? ;)

Sure! We added Saeran cuz we were in the mood. Lolol Enjoy~


Zen:

  • You two had finished up a lovely dinner date
  • He invited you back to his place afterwards
  • You two were just supposed to talk over a small dessert, but one thing led to another and you two were kissing on the couch
  • You had to take a break for air, but Zen was eventually ready to dive back in
  • But before he could, you started laughing
  • He asks you what’s wrong, and you keep pointing to the edge of his mouth
  • He pulls out his phone to check and finds your lipstick smeared all over his mouth
  • He smiles before snapping a few pics proudly
  • He thinks it’s kinda cute because you’re basically showing your mark on him and he loves it

Yoosung:

  • He had forgotten his notebook at home
  • You being the nice girlfriend you were, you drove it over to his school
  • He met you in your car, and since he had a few extra minutes, he crawled into the passenger seat
  • He gave you a peck to say thank you…but he gets a little eager
  • Next thing you know, you’re mildly making out in your car
  • Now he’s running late for class
  • Before you can warn him, he’s already out the car
  • He slides into his seat a few minutes early and his friend is smirking like crazy
  • “What?” Yoosung asks
  • His friend gestures to his mouth, “You have a little something–er–everywhere…”
  • Yoosung quickly pulls up his camera, his face blazing when he sees all your lipstick marks on him
  • With an embarrassed squeak, he runs to the bathroom to wash it off…even if he kind of liked the fact that there was a reminder of you on him

Jumin:

  • You two were spending a relaxing evening together after a long day at work
  • He had brewed his special cup of tea for the both of you
  • So you two were just enjoying each other’s company in the kitchen
  • He was just looking at you and his emotions kind of got the better of him, so he leans forward for a kiss
  • He tries to pull away, but you grab his tie and pull him back for another…and another…and another…and, well.
  • When you two finally break apart, he’s a little dazed with a soft, gummy smile
  • But his lips feel a bit tingly
  • He originally thinks it’s because of your kisses, but when he goes to brush his lips with his finger he sees the color
  • Turns out that tingling was the slight lip plumper inside your make up
  • Also Jumin never looked so good with wine-colored, plump lips 


Seven:

  • You were getting ready to go out so you were peacefully putting on your make-up
  • Seven caught you in the middle and decided to bother you a bit
  • He started pecking all over your face until you finally pushed him back
  • There’s a smudge of lipstick from when he caught your lips and you can’t help but laugh
  • But then he presses a more serious kiss to your lips
  • Things get kind of heated after that and you both forgot about the make-up for awhile
  • You end up rushing out the door a little late while he tries to get back to some work
  • Vanderwood ends up stopping by and before Seven can prepare for another lecture, the other just freezes
  • Vanderwood shakes his head, “I think your color is more of an autumn.”
  • Seven is confused until he looks into the mirror later
  • He laughs and finds it nice at the same time that you’re leaving evidence of your own
  • It’s really hilarious…until he can’t get it off
  • You come home later and find his entire face is just smeared red

Saeran:

  • You two were just having your usual evening together
  • Movie leading to relaxing…relaxing leading to something more
  • After you two were done with your smooching, you settle back into a relaxed silence
  • That’s when you notice your lipstick smeared on his mouth
  • You didn’t really want to point it out, scared he might get annoyed
  • But in the end he found out when he wiped the back of his hand on across his lips
  • He stares down at the color and blinks
  • You’re waiting for his frustration to come out
  • But instead he grabs your hand and wipes his mouth on your hand and wrist to get out the remaining color
  • You still think he’s annoyed still, but he just chuckles, “At least my lips are moisturized…”

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Pregnant (Bill Skarsgård)

Based upon: Bill’s reaction to hearing you’re pregnant. 

She had spent the last half hour pacing around her and Bill’s cottage in Sweden, waiting for him to return home from grocery shopping. It was eating her up, she was desperate to tell him, yet she almost feared what he would say; they were not trying for a child.

Finally she got tired of walking around the brightly lit, marbled living room and decided to sit on the leather sofa. However, she could not be still, tapping her foot and twisting her fingers together. She began to think, ‘What if he didn’t want a child? It was coming out in just under two weeks and he was surely going to be signed for more movies once people had seen how incredible he was as the demotic clown. He was just at the beginning of his career, one that could go on for years. It would be unfair to hinder him… he wouldn’t wan this’ She kept on with these fearful thoughts until the sound of the wooden door opening snapped her back into reality.

She could hear the shuffle of his loafers in the kitchen, the sound of crinkling plastic as he set the bags down on the counter.

“Hey Babe.” He called, tone so nonchalant it made her even more nervous.

He began to put the food that would last them for the next five days into the fridge.

“Bill?” She said quietly, almost hoping he wouldn’t hear her.

“Yeah?” His voice came from the kitchen.

She sat frozen on the couch, legs crossed and a knitted, white blanket around her shoulders. Suddenly, she did not want to tell him.

“Babe?”

Her eyes snapped up, finding Bill standing in the doorframe. He was donning a black, wool jacket, dark jeans, russet coloured loafers and a confused expression.

She sank back against the supple fabric, then met Bill’s gaze. “I need to speak with you.” She announced cautiously.

He nodded, pale eyes filled with concern and he shrugged off his coat. Placing it on the table, he walked over to the couch she was sitting on.

Night had begun to fall, the once bright blue sky suddenly darker and painted with large streaks of burnt orange and small strokes of pale purple. The massive window in the room looked over the lake and gardens, both of which moved with the soft evening wind.

He took a seat beside her and she slowly turned towards him, pulling her legs into her chest. She was bracing herself for the worst.

“Are you alright?” He wondered.

She nodded. “I’m fine. I’m just…” She looked out the window, unable to bear the sight of his worried face. She took in the slowly lapping waves before speaking. “I love you.” She promised, tearing her eyes away from the outdoors and back to her boyfriend.

He took her small hand in his large one. “You can tell me anything okay? I love you too.” He assured her.

“Bill,” She took a deep breath, “I’m pregnant.”

Her whole body went stiff.

His pouty lips cracked into a wide smile and he pulled his lover into an embrace. It took her by surprise, her eyes were wide when he first hugged her, then went calm when she realized he was truly happy.

“I love you.” He breathed, lips near her ear. “I love you so fucking much, babe. You and our baby.” He finished.

She threw her arms around his neck and clung to him. “Are you sure it’s alright? I mean, we weren’t planning for this and your career is just starting to really take off… I don’t want to jeopardize your future.” She explained.

He pulled back and took her face into his hands. “You will never been an inconvenience to me. I swear it.” He promised her, his voice deep and passionate.

She believed him by his tone and way his pale green eyes darkened as he stared at her. It was then that it hit her, they were going to have a baby.

“Hey- Babe,” He soothed when he saw her eyes gloss over, “what’s wrong?”

Her rosy lips broke into a smile, tears slowly rolled down her cheeks. “No, no, it’s just…” She looked into his eyes, “We’re actually doing this.”

He grinned back once he realized she was okay.

“We’re doing this.”


Five months had passed since Bill found out about her pregnancy and it had been one and a half months since he had seen her last. He hated leaving her for a month and a half to shoot a film, but she assured him she would be fine. It turned out she was fine, everything was going perfectly well with the pregnancy. Yet she was terrified for him to return.

She stood under the rainfall shower head, letting the lukewarm water cascade down her bare body. Bill was to be home in a week; she missed him dearly.

After her shower, she stood in the grand closet, grabbing a oversized flannel and sweatpants for the evening.

She dropped the fire red, silk robe Bill had bought her in Paris a year back and she caught her reflection in the rectangular floor to ceiling mirror placed beside her shoe collection. Her mouth dropped.

The first few months did not have much affect on her appearance, sure, she looked slightly bigger, but it was nothing incredibly noticeable. So when she took at the reflection, her heart sunk.

Immediately her mind went to her boyfriend, he had never seen her so large before. She wasn’t daft, obviously she would get bigger; she was growing a child inside of her, but Bill had left when she had just hit three and a half months. The idea that he would think she was ugly plagued her thoughts. There were so many stories on the internet and news about men who had left, cheated or refused to sleep with their partner because they were 'fat.’ Bill wasn’t like those cruel men, he would never do something like that to her. Despite that comforting knowledge, she still felt like shit.

The front door opened and she heard the thump of his bags on the hardwood floor.

“Hey, Y/N. I’m home!” He called.

“I’m in the living room, Babe.” She replied, snuggling deeper into the soft blanket.

He strode down the hall and into the living room, smiling at the sight of her curled up on the sofa.

“How are you feeling?” He wondered.

She smiled, “Everything’s going well.”

He knelt down and hand his large hand through her fine hair. “Do you have an Ultrasound soon?” He asked.

“A week fews.” She said easily, yet felt so relieved. She was wearing an incredibly large sweatshirt over her black joggers, so he couldn’t see the difference.

He pressed his lips to her forehead and gave her a chaste kiss before standing, “Alright. Are you hungry? I can make stir fry soon if you’d like.”

She gave him a small smile, he really was a great boyfriend. “Yes, thank you.” She responded.

He headed off to the kitchen.


They had always taken showers together with the exception of the days Bill had to get up at the crack of dawn to shoot scenes for a movie.

She did not want to shower with him anymore.

He found her in a bubble bath one night, orange candles being the only source of light in the room. Her eyes snapped open at the sound of the bathroom door opening.

“I thought you went out.” She said, a bit too quickly.

He watched as she sank further into the bubbles, leaning her head against the smooth porcelain tub.

“I was supposed to meet Alex but I didn’t want to leave you.” He explained.

He moved to the vanity and leaned against the counter, hands holding the granite.

“You should go. I’m fine here.” She said, trying to sound encouraging.

He shook his head. “What’s going on, Babe? You’ve been… distant ever since I got back.” He confessed.

“No, everything is fine Bill. I’m sorry if I made you feel that way.” She apologized.

He sighed and sauntered across the bathroom until he reached the tub where he knelt down onto his knees. Her breath hitched in her throat as he reached his hand out to stroke her neck, moving down to her collarbone. Never had she felt uncomfortable when he touch her. In fact, it was quite the opposite; the feeling of his hands all over her body was something she used to crave. He made her feel good.

But when his hand slipped below the water, she immediately pulled away from him. She couldn’t look into his eyes, knowing they would be filled with worry and confusion.

“Babe…” He said softly.

He definitely knew something was up now.

Her back was pressed against the opposite side of the tub, hands gripping the porcelain on either side of her and her the tops of her slightly larger breasts were exposed. Her breathing was heavy.

“Please tell me what’s going on.” He pleaded.

She could hear the desperation in his voice and she knew it was unfair to keep him in the dark about what she was going through.

“Why won’t you let me touch you?”

She lifted her eyes to meet his, chest still rising and falling quicker than usual.

His heart broke at the sight of her.

“I just want to be alone.” She whispered, breaking contact with him.

He knew that she wanted her space, she had completely shut him out.


She woke in an instant when she felt movement in her stomach. Immediately, she sat up in bed, her breaths turning laboured and hand clutching her large belly.

Beside her, Bill opened his eyes at the commotion. When he saw her sitting up, he threw the sheets back and rose, watching her with concern.

“What’s wrong?” He asked quickly.

Her eyes widened when she understood it was their baby kicking.

“No- nothing! Bill they’re kicking!” She exclaimed, dramatically relieved.

He let out a deep breath.

“Can I?” He asked softly.

Her wide smile dropped as she looked at him.

“Please tell me.”

She sighed and took his hand in her right hand, with the other she pulled her red and black flannel above her stomach and placed it on her large bump.

He understood.

“You’re beautiful.” He leaned down to kiss her stomach. “You’re absolutely stunning.” He promised her.

She ran her fingers in his messy brown hair, combing through the small tangles. He sat up and pressed his lips to hers, kissing her passionately.

He loved her, no matter what.

Scrap That - Tom Holland Imagine

Originally posted by spideycentral

-Not my gif, credit goes to @spideycentral-

Summary: Attending a movie premier with Tom makes him a little antsy when you get home

Warning: Smutty smut smut smut

Words: lil over 3k


You sat on the backseat of the Audi nervously bouncing your leg, not knowing exactly what to do as Tom held the car door open for you. You looked up at him, feeling the ball of nerves in your stomach calm down the moment your eyes meet his welcoming brown irises.

You hadn’t made such a public appearance with him yet and you didn’t know what to expect, but Tom has assured you that he wouldn’t leave your side all night.

You could hear the crowd absolutely screaming, flashes lit up the dark sky, and the sound of paparazzi yelling for attention mixed with the screams of fans after catching their first glimpse of Tom.

You take Tom’s outstretched hand, stepping out onto the red carpet rolled across the floor beneath you.

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Alright. My final take on this?:

Celene is a demon.

Mark and Celene were married. Celene then cheated on Mark with both Damien and Will. Mark found out and lost his shit with Will and during the argument, Will killed him. Then, he had to play it cool and hide the body.

Mark became a restless soul after this. Angry. He knew both of his friends betrayed his trust and the revenge? Killing them. And who orchestrated it? Celene. It was NOT Mark’s choice.

She wanted this. She convinced Mark to cause havoc.

She summoned Mark, allowing him to take over Damien. She pulled his soul to “freedom” while Mark had an identical body to reside in once more. But… where is he? Where the hell is his body as well…?

When we die, we are brought to where Celene is holding Damien. (apparently trapped in mark’s corpse)  Celene lies to Damien, saying this is all Mark’s fault. So now, Damien hates Mark. And he’s corrupted.

Maybe this whole time? The Colonel and the Detective saying something was off about Mark? It was Celene feeding off of him. Manipulating him. Keeping him away from his friends and using him for her own gain.

So Celene helps Damien turn into a demon. With enough hatred and vengefullness, he does. And we are banished from his new body. Celene’s job is practically done. She was Dark’s mother of sorts.

He’s not of the universe anymore. He’s elsewhere. And able to change his new vessel to resemble his old one. Celene gave him a new life. A new purpose. Damien is dead. And us? Stuck in the mirror to watch. Damien is a reflection of his former self now. Notice the hair for instance. On the opposite side. Maybe. Damien split. His good side is in the mirror. The bad side is free. Maybe Damien and us are stuck in the mirror. Trapped by Dark and Celene.

Now Mark has broken the spell and has to live with the consequences in a new body.

idk!

“There he is” || Shawn Mendes

a/n: honey moon! Shawn is here! sorry for not being as active, I’ve got a queue going so bare with x || based on those god awful Brazil pics amirite or amirite

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Bloodied (Nolan Holloway)

Fifth Installment of the Broken Series

Broken, Bruised, Burned, Battered

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Listen: Crazy In Love by Sophia Karlberg

Originally posted by wolfiehunters

Recap

“well hello again.” The familiar voice of Tamara Monroe rung out.

Remember how I said Nolan was going to get me killed? I think he just did.

I looked up glaring at Monroe. It was only Monroe and one other guy but, they both had their guns pointed at me. I could take them, I just needed a distraction. She put the barrel of the gun right between my eyes.

“you know I always thought of myself as a bit of a psychic, I had a feeling you were going to die, and well it looks like my prediction came true.” Monroe said moving her finger to the trigger.

“HEY ASSHOLE UP HERE.”

The other hunter turned his attention to where Theo stood waving his arms. He  aimed his gun emptying his rounds on him. I took this time to grab the barrel of the gun that was pressed to my head before head butting Monroe in the face. She fell backwards grabbing her bleeding nose.

“I thought you were a psychic, bitch.” I growled before kicking the gun away from her.

The man, realizing what was happening, struggled to reload his weapon. I pulled out my belt clicking it in place. I swung it in one swift motion and the hunter fell to the ground.

Dead.

His head separated from his body.

I killed him.

Monroe looked in horror, as did I.

“oh my gosh.” I breathed looking at what I had just done.

A arm reached out pulling me away. I looked up at Theo dragging me back to the car we came in. Liam was in the backseat passed out. The tires squealed as we pulled away from the zoo. I stared straight ahead lost in my thoughts. That man probably had a family and I took him away from his family. Nolan was right, I really was a monster now. So many thoughts were going through my head I barely heard Theo speak up from beside me.

“are you okay?” Theo asked glancing at me.

“I killed him. I killed a man.” I said looking at him.

“you get used to it.” Theo said.

“DON’T TELL ME I’LL GET USED TO IT! OH MY GOD I KILLED SOMEONE!” I screamed.

“if you don't calm down you can join Liam in the back seat.” Theo growled.

“HOW CAN YOU EXPECT ME TO CALM DOWN? OH MY GOD SCOTT, WHAT IS HE GOING TO SAY? HE’S GOING TO KICK ME OUT OF THE PACK.” I said putting my head in my hands.

“It was self defense, theirs a difference.” Theo said.

“YOU KILL PEOPLE NOT ME!” I said breathing heavily.

“I haven’t killed anyone today. Can’t say the same for you.” Theo smirked.

He thought it was funny. This most definitely was NOT funny.

“I’m going to add you to my list if you don’t shut up.” I growled finally slowing my breathing.

“are you finally calm?” Theo asked.

I shook my head yes not really believing it myself. An awkward silence filled the car.

“oh god I’m going to throw up.” I said causing Theo to pull over.

I threw open the door releasing everything I had eaten for the past few days. The images of the man's decapitated head filled my mind making me throw up again.

“what’s going on?” Liam asked finally awakening.

“Y/N killed someone.” Theo shrugged like it was no big deal.

“YOU DID WHAT?” Liam asked shooting straight up.

“seriously would you both chill out. He was going to put a bullet through your head if you didn’t take his off.” Theo said.

“I have to tell Scott.” I said looking at my hands.

Theo sighed before making a right turn to Scott’s house. I didn’t know how I was going to tell him but I needed too. I didn’t mean to kill him, I wouldn’t want to hurt anyone. Theo pulled in to Scott’s driveway giving me an annoyed look. I got out of the car taking deep breaths. I walk inside to see Scott, Malia, Lydia, Mason, Melissa, and Chris crowded around a map.

“Scott.” I started causing everyone to look at me.

I wanted to tell him but nothing would come out. He walked over putting his hands on my shoulders.

“what happened?” He asked looking concerned.

“Scott I’m so sorry, I..” I started but was interrupted by Rafe McCall bursting through the front door.

“the guns, they’re all gone.” Rafe said looking at Scott.

“yeah we know.” Scott growled.

“No I mean they were distributed. Distributed to the citizens of Beacon Hills.” He said looking at all of us.

distributed? they were supposed to be destroyed.

“guys.” Lydia said but no one was paying attention.

“GET DOWN!” she screamed.

the first bullet shattered the window making us duck for cover but it was no use they poured in one by one. I cried out before everything became one big blur.

NOLAN’S POINT OF VIEW

“Y/N!” I screamed as she rolled down the hill.

Liam growled coming at me, I tried to move past him but he threw me back. I couldn’t see where she was and it killed me.

“Liam I have to get her!” I said

“THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT.” Liam growled coming closer to me.

He was in full werewolf form backing me to the wall. I flinched as he punched the wall directly beside my head. He kept punching it again and again but never directly hit me. Suddenly Liam fell limp on the ground. Another guy stood behind him glaring directly at me.

“I’d run.” He said.

The other guy grabbed Liam dragging him off. I had to find her. I jumped up quickly trying my best to walk down the steep hill but I fell and went rolling too. I hurt my ribs on the way making it hard to breath. I hit the bottom feeling pretty rough. I was a little ways away but I could see everything. Monroe had the gun pointed right between her eyes.

“you know I always thought of myself as a bit of a psychic, I had a feeling you were going to die, and well it looks like my prediction came true.” Monroe said moving her finger to the trigger.

I tried to protest but I got the wind knocked out of me on the way down.

“HEY ASSHOLE UP HERE!”

the other hunter turned to where the guy from earlier was and started shooting at him. Y/N grabbed the barrel of the gun Monroe was holding before hitting Monroe in the face with her head. Monroe fell backwards clutching her nose.

“I thought you were a psychic, bitch.” Y/N said kicking the gun away from her.

“watch out.” I croaked but it was barely audible.

the other hunter was reloading his gun about to shoot her. Y/N removed her belt which I now know was a sword all along. She clicked it in place before swinging it. I watched in horror as the man’s head was severed by her blade. The man’s body fell limp and his head right next to the body. She jumped back in awe of what she did.

“oh my gosh.” She said dropping the sword.

The other guy came over pulling her away. Monroe got up examining the body of the hunter. She soon noticed me laying in the dirt. She came over helping me up.

“this is who she really is Nolan.” Monroe said pointing at the dead hunter.

I couldn't get the image of the hunter out of my mind. I couldn’t get the image of her doing it out of my mind either. I laid awake all night thinking of it. What bothered me most is her killing him did nothing to me. I still wanted her, I still wanted to help her, protect her, love her.

I walked in to school exhausted from everything that happened yesterday. I managed to make it through my first three classes but there was no sign of Gabe anywhere. I got up when the bell rang dragging myself to the next class. Gabe suddenly appeared blocking my way. He had a cut on his face with blood still seeping out of it.

“we have a problem.” He said grabbing my arm.

He led me to the locker room showing me the cracked mirror.

“what happened?” I asked.

“Liam and Theo, they were here asking about what happened at the McCall house.” Gabe said looking at me.

I gave him a confused look.

“what do you mean what happened at the McCall house?” I asked.

Gabe looked down guilty.

“Gabe what did you do?” I asked.

“I did it for you.” He said.

“Gabe what are you talking about?” I asked again.

“I shot up the house, but I told Monroe it was you. All of them were inside except for Theo and Liam.” He said.

I immediately thought about Y/N.

 "why did you do that?“ I growled.

"you should be grateful, you’d be dead if it weren’t for me.” Gabe said getting in my face.

I took a deep breath taking off. I could feel the tears cloud my vision. She didn’t escape Monroe just to get killed by Gabe. I quickly got in my car driving to Beacon Hills Memorial. I ran up to the front desk asking if there was anyone with the last name Yukimura there. The nurse said no sending me away. More tears fell down my cheeks as I got back in my car. I refused to believe she was gone. I drove to her house seconds away from a panic attack. I ran to her door throwing it open.

“Y/N?” I called up the steps.

no answer. I quickly ran up the steps in her room but she wasn’t there either. I fell to my knees letting the tears roll down my cheeks. Suddenly the door slammed making me whip around. Scott stood there with his arms crossed in front of him.

“I knew you’d end up here eventually.” Scott said looking at me.

“where is she?” I asked.

“I can show you, but I’m going to need you to do something for us.” Scott said negotiating.

If I said yes there was no going back to Monroe.

“okay.” I said without hesitation.

“follow me.” Scott said walking out her door.

I followed behind him keeping my eyes on the ground. He led me to a blue jeep signaling for me to get in. I nodded my head getting in the passenger seat. To say this was an awkward situation was an understatement.

“what do I have to do?” I asked.

“you’ll know what to do when the time is right.” Scott said glancing at me.

what the hell did that mean?

“how did you know I would show up?” I asked.

“because I’ve been in love before, and I know what it looks like. You’ve never hurt anyone Nolan because deep down you’ve always known she was different but you loved her anyways. Now you just know what makes her and the rest of us different..” Scott said not taking his eyes off the road.

I took a minute to take in what he was saying. It was true, I always knew she was a little different but that’s what made me fall in love with her in the first place.

“She killed someone and I didn’t even care.” I said glancing at Scott.

“yeah Theo told me. He also told me how she proceeded to panic and then threw up afterwards. She would never mean to hurt anyone Nolan, I know her and so do you.” He said pulling in the parking lot.

I looked up to see the sign for Beacon Hills Animal Clinic. I gave him a confused look.

“we couldn’t take her to a hospital.” He said getting out of the car.

I followed after him. He opened the door before stepping to the side. She was laying on metal table, Liam was there holding her hand. His head snapped up as soon as I entered the room.

“what’s he doing here?” Liam growled.

“easy Liam, he’s here because he cares.” Scott said standing in front of me.

“whatever. I keep taking her pain but it isn’t doing anything.” Liam said.

Scott walked over leaning over her. She wasn’t moving.

“Is she dead?” I choked out.

I could feel a single tear run down my cheek.

“no but she’s going to be if we can’t get her to heal.” Liam said looking to Scott.

I walked closer to her. She had three bullet holes in her chest. I felt angry. I wanted to make Gabe pay for this.

“how do we get her to heal?” I asked looking at both boys.

“I don’t know, she needs to command the fox inside of her to heal itself but she can’t exactly do that right now.” Scott said.

“taking away her pain isn’t working either.” Liam said grabbing her hand again.

“can I try something?” I asked looking at Scott and then Liam.

Scott nodded his head moving out of the way. I walked to the side of her looking down at her perfect facial features. I took a deep breath before pressing my lips to hers. I kissed her with everything I had in me. I didn’t know if it would actually work but I needed to try.

“look.” Liam said.

I pulled away looking down at her. The three holes in her chest were healed over, like they were never there. She gasped shooting up off the table.

“Nolan?”

I like cliffhangers so you can have one more. Beaten coming soon xoxoxo

Bring Us Together//H.S

An amazing Nonny sent in this request and I hope I did it justice! As always masterlist is linked in my bio and requests are open! Don’t be a stranger! I love you all!! XR


You loved Anne’s home. It filled you with warm thoughts and made you feel safe. The pictures of Harry and Gemma as a child always brought a smile to your face. But when you stepped through the threshold this morning, you felt nothing but fear.

You and Harry had been dating on and off for the past five years, coming together when you could, seperating when it got difficult. So when the two lines appeared on that glorified pee stick, your heart dropped into your stomach. You guys couldn’t have a baby. You don’t think you’d ever been together longer than nine months.

“Y/N, darling. Are you alright?” Anne’s soothing voice brought you back to the present and you realized you had been staring at one of Harry’s baby pictures. His hair was bleach blonde, his eyes huge and unassuming. You hoped your kid would take after him.

Your kid. The thought brought tears to your eyes and soon you were shaking with sobs. Anne quickly pulled you into a hug, cooing softly in your ear. She rocked you back and forth, gently rubbing your back until the sobs dissipated. When you released her from your death grip she lead you over to the couch, sitting you down and handing you a box of tissues.

Soon, the truth began to spill out, “I’m pregnant and I have no fucking clue what to do. Harry and I barely have time for each other! How are we gonna make time for a baby?” Saying it out loud had only felt good for a moment, but the reality of it all was crushing you.

“Have you told him?” Anne asked.

You shook your head and looked down at the tissue clutched in your hand. “How could I?”

“I think you’d be surprised. Harry loves you.” Your head shot up, the certainty in her words only providing more confusion. You knew you loved him but neither one of you had ever said those words. You always assumed he didn’t feel the same way.

“He loves you. And I’m sure he’ll love that child just the same. If not more.” She laughed, squeezing your knee in assurance. You dropped your chin to your chest, taking in a deep breath.

“I think… I think we can do this.” You smiled, your hands fluttering over your belly.

“What can ‘we’ do?” Harry’s voice surprised both you and Anne, your hands flying away from your belly. You look to Anne for help but she just smiles and squeezes your hand, getting up to leave you two alone. She kisses Harry’s forehead, whispering something in his ear before exiting the room.

“Why does my mum look like that?” He huffs, plopping himself on the cushion next to you. He hooks his arm around your thigh pulling you practically onto his lap. You press a kiss to his cheek and rest your head in the crook of his neck.

“Why do you look like that?” He questions, craning his neck to glance at you.

“Are we really gonna do this this time around?” You whisper, playing with the hem of his sweater. You began to get nervous as the silence settle around you. After a long moment, Harry sighed and pushed you back to look at him.

“Yeah. I am. If you aren’t that’s okay but you have to know I love you. And I want to make this work. No matter what.” He squeezed your sides gently, a small smile peeking out from his lips. You search his eyes, hoping and praying that wouldn’t change with your next words.

“Even if it’s not just the two of us?”

“What do you mean love?” His eyebrows furrow as he pulls you closer. You answer him with a glance down to your belly. His eyes follow yours and it takes him a moment before his eyes shoot back up to yours.

“Are you…” You nod in affirmation, your teeth worrying your lower lip. His face is blank, processing his thoughts, and in the silence you nearly burst into tears. But his face slowly shifts into the most beautiful smile you’ve ever seen.

“I’m gonna be a dad?” You nod again, this time allowing a similar smile to overtake your features.

“I’m gonna be a dad!” He yells pulling you closer to him, squeezing you hard. He quickly releases you and stares at your stomach with worry.

“Can’t do that now, can I?” He coos towards your tummy. “Got to keep you and your mumma safe now. Always.”

Perfect (Bill Skarsgård x Reader)

Requested: Hi love! If you’re taking requests rn could you write a bill skarsgård or tom holland imagine where the reader kind of gets obsessed with looking a certain way for a movie or a show and she starts over exercising and taking the not so healthy route and he realises it’s a lot worse when he goes to visit her than the pictures he had seen on ig and Twitter and stuff (doesn’t that make any sense? I rambled a lot I’m sorry) also if you’re not ok with it you dont have to write it

Warnings: Self-hate, bad eating habits.

AN: I hope you enjoy:)

Originally posted by mrbeniciodeltoro

It was finally the day you get to come back to visit your boyfriend, Bill. And you couldn’t be more happy. You were away filming for a show. It was so tough being away from Bill for so long but you loved these moments where you ran into his arms finally having him be with you after a while.

Bill was also very happy. The hour long face time sessions weren’t enough for him, he needed to see, hug and kiss you in person. And now he finally got to.

While you were away from Bill you did something that really surprised him and was that you posted of a photo of yourself in a bikini. Bill knew how self conscious you were about your body and he couldn’t be anymore proud of you. He loved your body and it killed him inside knowing you never loved yourself, but he was hoping some of that hate went away.

So there you were about to get off the plane and you were so exited. You then quickly exited the plane. You rushed to the gates to see Bill standing there in your direction. You both looked at each other for a second taking in each other’s appearance. You then quickly ran over to him and wrapped your arms around him as he did the same.

“I missed you.” You whispered.

“I missed you too.” Bill whispered back. But he couldn’t help but feel like there was something off about you, but he just decided to dismiss the thought. You pulled back from the hug and smiled up at him.

“Should we head home?” You asked and he nodded leading you to the car.

After a long ride home from the airport you both were safely at home. You walked through the door and you immediately jumped onto one of the couches. You watched as Bill went into the kitchen and came back into the living room with a plate full of your favorite cookies.

“I made them for you, they’re your favorite.” He smiled as he pushed the plate of cookies in front of you. You smiled up at him.

“Thanks sweetheart but I ate on the plane so I’m not really hungry.” You lied. He nodded as he sat next to you.

“Well I hope your hungry tonight, I got us reservations at your favorite restaurant.” He smiled at you and you smiled back.


You got ready to go out to dinner putting on some simple makeup and a simple but pretty dress. You and Bill left for the restaurant after you both got ready.

After about a half hour of driving you finally reached the restaurant. The dinner was going pretty great until your food arrived. You ate a couple of bites before you just started to play with it with your fork. Bill immediately noticed this and spoke up.

“Y/n is the food not good? You can order something else if you want.”

“Oh no it’s fine it’s just I’m not really that hungry, I umm ate some of your cookies while getting ready.” You lied again and he raised his eyebrows at you but you just smiled. After they took your plates you practically begged Bill not to get dessert, claiming you were too full to eat any. So Bill paid the check and you both left heading for home.

When you arrived home you stepped out of the car and waited for Bill at the door.

“Hey can I talk to you for a second?” Bill asked.

“Umm sure what about?”

“You have been acting weird lately. What’s up?”

“I haven’t been acting weird.” You immediately responded. Bill raised his eyebrows at you.

“Are you sure cause you didn’t eat anything when we got home. Or at the restaurant.”

“I swear everything is fine.” He looked at you and he knew you were lying. Tears started to cloud your vision. “Fine do you know why I don’t eat it’s cause I’m so ugly!”

“What?”

“I don’t look like those girl who try out for the roles I go for. They are all so perfect and pretty. I’m so ugly, so I just decided-d to not eat anymore.” You choked out a sod and Bill pulled you into his arms.

“You can’t do that to yourself love. You don’t even need to do that you’re perfect.” You scuffed. “It’s true.”

“How am I so perfect when I look like this?”

“You looked perfect to me. And don’t worry what the other girls look like cause they aren’t you.”

“But all the roles I want to do-”

“It’s not going to affect I mean the directors should be lucky enough to get someone as perfect as you.” He wiped away the tears that were coming out of your eyes. “Now come on let’s go inside and watch movies and eat as much junk food as we can.” You nodded and laughed, heading into the house with Bill. God were you lucky to have. But he was even more lucky to have you.

anonymous asked:

What do you think of Keith's leadership skills at the beginning of S3? To me he was acting in a "I'll prove I can't be as good a leader as Shiro" kinda way...

Oh that’s an interesting way to look at it! To be honest, I think he was mostly off his game because he was somewhat…resentful. He didn’t want to “replace” Shiro, and even begs Black not to choose him. It takes a lot of convincing for him to actually agree to it. And when he does step in to lead–people start to fight him on it, and he gets pissed. Because it’s very clear this is something he didn’t want, and he’s got all this anger and self-loathing built up that he’s just redirecting. “Please, no.” “First you want me to lead, then you complain about how I do it.” “I never wanted to be the leader! That’s just what Shiro wanted!” “You wanted me to be the leader? This is how I lead.” It’s kind of like saying, “You asked for this, so just deal with it.”

He didn’t want for this. He didn’t ask for this. He hates himself for having to do this. So when he’s forced into this position of authority against his will and then faces opposition–from the very people who put him there in the first place–he lashes out again. The way Keith fights with the others over “teamwork”–“Everyone stay out of my way!” that is just as much apart of the grieving process as his relentless search for Shiro. They tell him move on and then try to pull him back right after. When Keith starts throwing his life–and his team–away on careless risks, single-mindedly chasing after his goal, he throws his teammates’ words right back at them. 

But our mission is bigger than any one individual. Even those who are completely irreplaceable.” “It’s not about the team. We have a mission that’s more important than any one of us.” They want him to put the mission before Shiro? Fine. Then the mission takes priority over everyone and everything else too. I don’t think anyone except for Allura really understood the gravity of what Keith was sacrificing. When he agreed to lead Voltron, he felt like he had nothing else to lose. 

His one constant, the one person who never abandoned him, who he undoubtably loved–they were gone, and all Keith had was the mission. So of course he throws himself into it headfirst with everything he’s got. This is what happens when you push someone before they’re ready, when you tell them to move on when they’re still shattering. 

I think that, at the beginning, Keith is so volatile and aggressive because he’s still working through the grieving process. And while it’s clear there is this innate desire to make Shiro proud and not let him down–“I know this is what you wanted for me, Shiro” “This one’s for you, Shiro”–it’s overridden by his his own inner turmoil. Does he want to fulfill Shiro’s last “dying” wish? Of course. Keith feels he owes him at least that much. But more than anything else he wants to run out and find Shiro and bring him back. If he can’t do that, if he’s told he has to sacrifice everything for the mission then, well–then the others shouldn’t be surprised when thats what he does.

This is what you all wanted, right?

Obey the Law

Pairing: You/Taehyung

Genre: smut (police!au)

Word Count: 4,237

Warning: smut, handcuffs, swearing

Summary: You didn’t believe hot cops were real, only a fantasy. But then you get yourself in trouble and have the pleasure of meeting Officer Kim Taehyung.

A/N: I saw those pictures of Tae in the cop hat and I lost my mind a little, enjoy this garbage. Let me know what you think!

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Lipstick Stains 

Summary: Part 2 of Lipstick Stains. Follows right where it left off with she and Tom getting steamy in the bathroom.

Pairings: Reader (?) x Tom Holland

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: A little swearing and some smuttiness

A/n: I know, I know, it took me forever, but this was hard to write. I just hope you guys like it as much as the first one. I’m actually so tired rn so ima go to sleep, but hopefully you guys will let me know what you think. Also let me know if you wanna be added to the tag list. Love ya x


She walked right back up to Tom, grabbed his shirt front and pulled his mouth against hers. She needed him. Now.

Their kiss grew intense, fast. She pushed him, his back hitting the wall roughly. Her arms wound around his neck and his around her waist. She couldn’t seem to get close enough to him. Their bodies already pressed together, she lifted her knee to his hip and wrapped her leg around his thigh. His hands found her ass again and once more, he lifted her up. When her legs tightened around him, he spun them, trapping her between the wall and himself.

He slid a hand between their bodies, squeezing her breast. She moaned against his mouth. He dropped his head to the crook of her neck, leaving butterfly kisses all over her delicate skin. He returned to her sweet spot, doing all he could to keep her moaning. The sounds falling from her parted lips were the best thing he had heard. The fact that he could do that to her, fuelled his desire.

He kissed back up along her neck and jaw, capturing her mouth. It was messy and heated, a battle for dominance. He tasted the lingering alcohol on her tongue. What else does she taste like?

He moved his hands to her legs and pushed them down a little, indicating that she return to the ground. Without breaking their kiss, her feet touched the floor. He placed his hands on the back of her thighs where her dress had ridden up. Grabbing the hem, he pulled it, over her ass and past the curve of her back. As he continued up past her chest, she stretched her arms above her head. Their lips parted for a moment as he pulled the dress off her completely and threw it to the floor. They didn’t miss a beat, resuming their kiss immediately.  

His hands roamed her body, the skin on skin contact so enticing, trailing from her back to her hips to her stomach. He pulled away and stared deeply, eyes dark with lust. He slowly fell to his knees in front of her, kissing over her bare skin, lower and lower. She let her head fall back against the cool tiles. He glided his hands up the back of her legs, squeezing her ass before hooking two fingers into the waistband of her panties. He paused, waiting for permission.

“Please,” she breathed.

He didn’t waste a minute more, dragging the lace fabric down her legs. She tangled her fingers in his hair, anticipating that first touch. He gently spread her legs and started just above her knee, one kiss, so light. She sighed softly. He teased her with another, just millimetres above the previous one.

“Tom,” she whined.

He chuckled softly, the vibrations against her skin sending tingles up her spine.

“Oh, no, darling, I wanna savour this,” his voice was low.

He continued kissing his way up, mouth open, leaving a trail of wetness.

“Please, Tom,” she whimpered.

He was almost there, right where she needed him. Her fingers tightened their grip on his curls.

And then, ripping them from their reverie, there came a loud banging on the door.

Her eyes fluttered open, goose bumps rising all across her skin. Adjusting to reality under the glare of the bathroom light, she suddenly felt exposed and very vulnerable.

Tom pulled away from her, turning to the source of the interruption.

“What?” he yelled, exasperation evident in his voice.

“Dude, hurry up! Sarah’s about to throw up all over your floor,” an urgent voice called back.

“Fuck.”

He returned his attention to her, but she was already tugging her dress on with haste.

“This was a mistake,” she muttered, as she ran a hand through her hair.

“Wait, what?” he stood up.

He wet a towel, wiping the lipstick smears off his face. She grabbed it from his hand, and did the same.

“This was a mistake,” she repeated firmly, handing the now-stained cloth back. She refused to meet his eyes. A quick look in the mirror convinced her she was decent enough.

Without any further explanation, she opened the door.

“All yours,” she said to the pair waiting outside. She stepped out of the way, as they rushed in.

Taking a deep breath, she held her head high and made her way back to the party. She tried to ignore Tom behind her. She knew he was eager to talk to her, to ask her why it was a mistake, to figure out what happens now; but she wasn’t. The sooner she could forget their encounter, the better.

Upon entering the living room, she spotted Kat. She saw her eyes light up at her appearance, a cheeky grin spreading across her face and excitement visibly bubbling. Excusing herself, she came bounding over.

“So, you and Tom, eh?” she asked, nudging her in the ribs.

“For like five seconds, yeah – and then I found my dignity.”

“Oh shut up and give me details. It’s about time you two hooked up. Tell me everything.”

Her mind wandered back to the bathroom. She recalled his face buried in her neck, writhing in his grasp, skin burning everywhere he touched her. She remembered the pleasure she felt with his lips pressed against her thigh, creeping higher and higher.

Feeling very hot, blushing all the way to the tips of her ears, she kicked herself mentally. You need to get a grip.

“I need alcohol,” was all she told her friend.

*

Two hours and many shots of vodka later, she was standing on the coffee table, singing off key, dancing to her own beat. She was very drunk.

Most of the guests had left already, the final stragglers wishing Kat and Haz farewell. Tom was busy cleaning up, collecting cups and empty plates into a trash bag. He couldn’t help looking at her now; he hadn’t been able to help stealing glances in her direction all night. Since she had left him hanging earlier, he didn’t know what he felt. The proud, stubborn part of him was mad at her. Maybe it was a mistake. I don’t know what I was thinking. Although there was another part of him that was sorry they didn’t get to finish. Man, the way she said my name.

He shook himself out of his thoughts, forgetting her soft skin and sultry moans. Kat and Haz walked in, it was just the four of them now. They both looked at her and Tom and exchanged a look.

“It’s late, we should sleep. Let’s clean up tomorrow,” Haz said to Tom.

“Yeah, I’m beat,” Kat agreed.

“No, no, no, I’m not tired!”

The three of them turned to see her teetering at the edge of the table, swaying unsteadily in her heels.

“Someone should get her.”

“I love her, but I’m so sleepy right now,” Kat groaned, draping herself over Haz’s shoulder.

“Come on, love, I’ll put you to bed,” he smiled down at her.

“Tom, are you okay to put her to bed?” he indicated the other girl, now mumbling incoherent lyrics.

With a sigh, he nodded.

“Yeah, you two go to bed. I’ll take care of her.”

“Great.”

They bid him goodnight and left.

He sighed again, putting the trash bag on the floor and turning the music off.

“Hey!” she cried.

“It’s time to go to bed, darling.”

“No, Tommy, I wanna dance some more,” she lifted one foot and tried to do a pirouette. However, completely lacking any stability at this point, she lost her balance. He darted to her side. Too stunned to make any noise, she toppled straight into his waiting arms.

“That was close! You’re my hero, Tommy.”

She leaned into his chest, inhaling deeply.

“You smell so nice,” she crooned.

“Okay, you are really off your face right now, aren’t you?” he asked, supporting her as she went limp.

“I’m thirsty.”

“Alright, let’s get you some water,” he said, holding her up and guiding her to the kitchen.

Pouring her a glass of chilled water, he handed it to her. She raised it to her mouth, but in her intoxicated state, half the liquid spilled down her chest.

“Oh, that’s cold!” she giggled.

“Great, now you gotta change. Honestly, darling,” he grumbled.

He wrapped an arm around her waist and walked her to his bedroom. He sat her on the edge of his bed and went to his wardrobe. He chose a sweater at random.

She was lying on her back, legs still on the ground. Her eyes were closed and she was humming a tune only she knew. There was a goofy smile on her face. She was quite adorable.

“Up you get, darling,” he pulled her back onto her feet.

There was no way she would be able to change herself, so he took it upon himself to undress her for the second time that night.

She giggled again.

“Do you wanna kiss me, Tommy?”

“We already tried that, love, didn’t work out too well,” he replied.

“Aw, that’s too bad. I wanna kiss you.”

He pulled her arms through each sleeve, ignoring her.

“There,” he said, checking her over. His jumper hung loose on her small frame, it reached halfway down her thighs and her hands were engulfed in the sleeves.

She yawned, covering her mouth with a sweater paw.

“Seems you’re tired after all, darling,” he pulled back the covers. It would be easier to allow her to sleep in here, and he take the guest room instead.

“I like when you call me ‘darling’.”

“Come lie down,” he smiled. She lay down and snuggled in as he tucked the covers around her. Leaning over her already, he placed a soft kiss on her forehead.

“Will you sleep here? Next to me?” she gazed up at him through drooping eyelids.

He paused, considering her request. Then he kicked off his shoes and collapsed onto the bed beside her.

He wriggled under the covers and she shimmied back against him. He spooned her, folding a strong arm around her stomach. Her hair tickled his cheek, and he huffed, blowing it away. He liked the way she felt, nestled into his chest, legs entwined with his. He could get used to this.

“Goodnight, Tommy.”

“Goodnight, darling.”

They settled in. He waited for her breathing to become even before he too, fell sound asleep.  


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