well at least it sounded that way to me

OKAY BUT concept: Lazytown, but it’s meant for teenagers

Okay but- imagine how different Lazytown would be if it were meant for teens while STILL trying to be educational 

Like, it’s a few years into the future, and all the kids are now in middle or high school (depending on age. I like to think Ziggy 13, Stingy and Stephanie 14, and Trixie and Pixel 16) 

Of course, Sportacus, Robbie, and the other adults would all treat the children differently now that they are older. They are open to talk to the kids about more mature and serious topics 

The teens are a really confusing time to be going through, and I’m sure Sportacus would still be just as supportive and willing to save the day…he just does so in different ways now 

The show would cover and educate teens on  issues that teens might go through like 

*Ziggy being self-conscious about his weight to the point where he just- stops eating and Sportacus tells him that how his body FEELS is more important, rather than how it LOOKS (covering body positivity, eating disorders, showing that boys can have that problem too) 

*Stingy developing his very first crush on someone and becoming very clingy and possesive and needing to be taught that people are NOT like things and you can’t just CLAIM a person as yours (covering consent and healthy relationships) 

*Steph getting her period for the first time and she and the Mayor have no idea wtf is going on (cuz lbr, the mayor is kind of dumb) so Sport’s crystal beeps and they’re like “she’s bleeding!” and Sport knows what’s happening but doesn’t know what to do so they actually call Bessie for help. But after that, Sporto starts carrying pads/tampons along with him just in case cuz you gotta stick out for your friends 

*Given the amount of time Pixel spends with computers, I’m sure you can make at least one episode on internet safety with it. Pixel’s crush on Stephanie might be good material for episodes on teenage romance and healthy relationships too 

*Trixie maybe starting to realize that she’s “not like other girls” and doesn’t really pay much attention to boys like they do (covering sexuality) Perhaps she even likes Stephanie a little which could add the element of a love triangle

*Maybe in that same episode, Sport teaches them about gender and sexuality in general and he brings up non-binary gender and Robbie overhears and identifies it with himself, giving us a message that it’s never too late to come out or discover who you are 

*Imagine the drama of an episode where one of the kids gets their hands on a cigarette and Sport catches them just before they’re about to light it and for the very first time EVER, he’s visibly VERY ANGRY at and DISSAPOINTED in the kids, but it’s all out of a place of concern 

*Or an episode where Robbie slips Sport just ONE shot of alcohol in secret and given how sensitive his body is to just SUGAR, Sport instantly gets alcohol poisoning which leads to Robbie freaking out and probably asking the kids for help or something because not even sportscandy is fixing it (teaching kids to be careful around alcohol and also what to do if a friend happens to get sick) 

*Sport shown to actually be overwhelmed with worry about the safety of people in town every once in a while and having anxiety over it, and being confused because he goes outside a lot and eats healthy so WHY is it happening? And Robbie who also dealt with anxiety issues in the past actually telling him that sometimes, that’s not enough and how sometimes, medications and therapy may help (teaching that it’s okay to let people know you aren’t always ok, and that you shouldn’t hide it) 

And of course, Sport would STILL be promoting a healthy lifestyle in general. He’s the cool high school health teacher dad, who’ll talk to the kids about anything they want to know, from puberty to sex to crushes, anything. And Robbie has toned it down on the schemes a bit (since the kids are older and much less guillable now so there’s no point) and has warmed up to the kids a bit now that they are older. But, he’s still the lazy insomniac we know and love. Maybe sometimes, …Robbie might even be a better teacher in terms of MENTAL health than Sportacus even, given all the stuff that he himself has dealt with having 

…Not to mention, an older target audience opens up potential for Sportarobbie to actually be a thing? 

There’s just- so much potential that Lazytown could STILL have, even if it weren’t meant for younger kids

This is just- something that I really really want and like to think about 

EDIT: Some MORE ideas for you since I came up with more 

*Pixel’s crush on Steph just getting bigger and bigger but he has no idea how to talk to girls, so for whatever reason, he asks ROBBIE for advice on how to do that, who ends up bringing out Rottenella for him to practice on 

*That ends up being a bust given that Rottenella can’t talk, so he ends up asking TRIXIE to help him practice and even after realizing that the girl he has an eye on is Stephanie, …she helps him out anyway even if it hurts, because Stephanie and Pixel are her friends and she actually….sacrifices her own feelings for theirs 

*Sport is the one person that Trixie can talk to and vent to about her feelings for Steph, being the one guy she can trust, and then Sport totally hits us with the feels by being like “I understand what you’re going through….the person I like wants me out of town forever.” 

*Robbie going through one of his depressed states during the winter holidays (perhaps seasonal affective disorder? The episode covers depression) and isolating himself around Christmas because his self-esteem is in the gutter and he’s convinced that nobody wants him around, so he’ll spend the holidays alone, and Sport is just heartbroken and like “No, you’re very wrong, we WANT you to come be with us and we love you” and we finally get a translated performance of “Aleinn um Jolin” 

*Robbie reprogrammed Sugar-Pie to act like a normal dog, but one day he stops functioning  and is beyond repair and basically “passes away”, and everyone else is like “??? but it’s a robot, just make another.” But Sport reminds the kids that regardless, this was someone that Robbie was close to and that they should let  him grieve and be there for him (covering loss, death, and the stages of grief, which is something everyone goes through at some point) 

*Bessie becoming the unofficial mom that helps the girls out with the things that Sportacus and the Mayor might lack ability or knowledge to help in (like, bra shopping and shit like that because the idea of momma Busybody is just great, you guys) 

*Being the youngest, Ziggy is just entering high school and the older kids support him and help him get used to the transition from middle school 

*At least one episode with the trope where one of the boys is dealing with their voice cracking due to puberty (Stingy, because he would be the funniest) 

*There is still a Bing Bang at the end of each episode, but each one is different where sometimes, a different character sings it, or the music changes genres or parodies some sort of pop culture reference 

…You can make at least 12 episodes out of all this? That’s like, half a season right there 

ANOTHER EDIT: I’ve noticed how a big handful of you said that you fucking want this? Well, I’m not stopping you? Everyone, be my fucking guest if you wanna contribute to this in any sort of way. 

Actually…it might be kind of fun, making this into a sort of group project (collaborate on art, fics, etc) You guys can like, message me if that sounds cool

Not Yet

“Are you in love?”

“Not yet,” says Cas.

“What’s - what’s that supposed to mean?”

Cas considers him.

“It’s just,” says Dean, “I kinda - you made me think like you’d say yes, man. I really thought -”

“You misunderstand me,” Cas says. “Or perhaps I should have answered more completely. I… am falling in love with you, currently. But I am not yet finished.”

“Finished?” It’s put an end to the look of hurt in Dean’s eyes, at least. Now he just looks confused.

“Well,” says Cas. “In love is something that sounds final. An end point, a… goal. But I am not at the end point yet. I can’t be, because every day I fall for you… more.” He clears his throat. “I notice something new about you, or you say something you’ve never said before, or you say something you have said before. The things that make me love you deeper are very diverse in nature.”

Dean, by this point, looks struck dumb. Cas continues, to fill the space.

“So I’m not all the way in love, not yet. I don’t know if I ever will be. But I am falling in love with you, Dean. All the time.”

Dean likes it. Cas can tell by the way he smiles down at his hands, as though at a joke, like he can’t believe it.

“Ask me,” Dean says. Cas doesn’t waste time pretending not to understand.

“Are you in love?” he asks.

Dean smiles.

“Not yet,” he says.

I didn’t think I was underrating Harry before — I always looked sideways at the critics who didn’t get his old band — but I have to admit I never expected this. The persona he gives us here feels so complete and distinct, developing hints dropped on 1D album cuts into a fully realized character you want to meet in the hallway and ask for a hit of whatever he’s on. He’s strung out on the 20th-century rock canon, mainly, as you’ve all noted — madly in love with The Beatles and The Stones, ready to make some noise in a hotel room but even more stoked to get bittersweet and acoustic afterward. And while he clearly wants his solo debut to be a major statement, he’s also smart enough not to get lost in the ego traps that snare some other male pop stars on their way there. It’s the little details that make these songs work: I like how he ends the refrain of “From the Dining Table” with a half-sighed “by the way,” trying to sound casual but only making it clearer how hurt he is. And I love it when he lists “she’s got a book for every situation!” as one of his crush’s top three most alluring qualities on “Carolina.” There’s something so charming to me about how giddy he is to be hanging out with someone more well-read than he is (that’s how I hear that line, at least), and it speaks to the album’s underlying generosity.

Ok, a little piece of info that is to take with a grain of salt but

in Vere there’s this region called “Lys”, and Lys is the french for the flower “Lily”

BUT

What you need to know is that the “fleur de Lys” (basically, “the lily flower”) is a symbol of french royalty and it looks like this :

SO I’m not saying Pacat slid a symbol of french royalty in CP to underline the fact that Vere is strongly inspired from France, but I’m strongly suggesting that this choice of name for this area wasn’t random. 

BONUS: 

if “Ladehors” is an existing name, it’s also the contracted version of “Là dehors” which kinda mean “outside” (funny for a region with an opening to the sea…)

That’s all for the trivia informations that probably every french person in the fandom already pointed out :’D

anonymous asked:

Also....I have one more. What about assassin andrew being sent to kill neil but falls in love instead au ❤❤❤

Mostly, Andrew Minyard slits his marks’ throats. One clean slice on the side, a severed carotid artery, blood flow to the brain cut off. A quick death. Not out of mercy, but out of necessity—cutting major veins is too messy, and severing a windpipe is too slow.

So Andrew Minyard goes for the carotid arteries. Mostly.

Neil turns to the next page in the folder. Some of Minyard’s earlier victims were strangled to death. A few have been shot, though likely as a last resort—police reports mention signs of a struggle, bullets in the back of the head like they were trying to get away.

Well, “victims” is a subjective term. Implies faultlessness. Innocence. Andrew Minyard’s victims are never faultless or innocent. Before the Moriyamas hired him, Andrew Minyard operated like a vicious Robin Hood, or a Batman-for-pay, taking relatively small fees to rid real victims of their abusers.

And now he’s after Neil.

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The Other Guy

A/N: So I got this prompt and thought it would be a good way for me to announce that I’m now gonna be doing Sons of Anarchy imagines and prompts.

You bit your lip, a way to hold your tongue from lashing out Jax as you patched him up from the fight he got into at the bar that night.  You’re focused solely on carefully wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, not letting your gaze wander to look into his blue eyes because you knew what that would do to your resolve.  From the corner of your eye, you saw his hand move to grip your hip but you pressed on his tender jaw to stop him, causing a hiss of pain to come from between his clenched teeth.  “Don’t even think about it Teller, you don’t get to weasel your way out of me yelling at you this time.”

He huffed out a laugh, disregarding your warning and took hold of your hip anyway and tugged you closer to his body, situating you between his legs as his fingers curled around the backs of your thighs to keep you close to him.  “Well…can I explain why I got into a fight before you yell at me because I think that will change your mind, babe.”

Your eyes narrowed at his words, trying to ignore the way his touch and voice made your heart flutter away in your chest because Jax was your best friend, had been since you two were in diapers.  You watched him grow up into the man he is today, get his heart broken by Tara, love Abel, and take care of the Sons and you couldn’t risk losing him because of your feelings.  Instead, you sighed and wiggled free from his hold to walk over to the freezer in the clubhouse to grab an ice pack to place on the bruise forming around his left eye.  “I’ll be the judge of that if I still want to yell at you after you explain everything to me then you just have to sit there and take it.”

“Deal.”  Blue eyes watched your face carefully, fingers toying with the hem of your shirt absentmindedly while the fingers of your free hand played with the ends of his hair.  “The boys and I went to the bar to get some drinks after a ride and we were mindin’ our own business.  ‘Ey!”  He teasingly pinched the skin of your stomach when you scoffed when he said they were just ‘minding their own business’ and it caused you to laugh.  “We were minding our own business when some asshole started talkin’ shit to us, trying to get us to start a fight but none of us really cared what he was saying until he mentioned you.”

Surprise caused your eyebrows to raise and you to lean back, wondering why the hell your name was brought up.  “How does anyone know who I am and why would it cause a fight to break out?”

“It’s what he was saying, darling.” His hand came up to tuck some hair behind your ear,  fingers trailing down the side of your neck to cup it and let his thumb rub the edge of your jaw.  “Asked us if we took turns on you or if we all went at the same time and if he could have a pass at you when we got tired of fucking the same hole every night.  Fucked up shit like that and I just lost it, no one talks about a lady like that and no one talks about my girl like that.”

You froze, the words ‘my girl’ bouncing around in your head and you couldn’t quite breathe.  Swallowing, you cleared your throat then let your fingers brush the skin of his neck as they made their way to press your palm against his chest.  “Your girl?  Since when was I your girl, Jackson Teller?”

Rough hands gripped your waist, pulling you against his body close enough that his lips almost touched yours.  “Since the day we met when you pushed me in a puddle of mud and called me a poopy-face.”

You laughed, tossing the ice pack on the bar behind Jax so you could cup his cheeks.  “Well if you look like this, I’d hate to see the other guy.”

“Trust me, he’ll be in the hospital for at least 2 weeks.”

“My hero.”  You leaned forward, nose bumping his as a sly smile curled your lips.  “And while I quite like the way ‘my girl’ sounds, I think I’d rather be your old lady.”

“Deal.”  Jax closed the remaining distance between the two of you, lips pressing against yours gently and one of his hands came up so his fingers could tangle in your hair.  You sighed into the kiss, arms wrapping around his shoulders as you melted into the embrace and you couldn’t help but smile because you finally got what you wanted.

The Turning of the Stars

Castiel is a wishing star and Dean has the one wish he can’t seem to get right.

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This had been a particularly rough year for Castiel.

Well, “year” was relative, as he didn’t exactly experience “years” like most planets did while hanging aloof in the cosmos. Time ceased to be in his little galaxy where he did his work; it washed over him like a gentle breeze trying to bend a mountain.

That being said, it had been a particularly rough recent period of existence for Castiel, and it was all because of one completely insignificant human.

“Castiel” was, of course, the name he gave himself and not the name he was known by to the humans of earth. He was called Alpha Aquarrii to the more scientific of their world, or Sadalmelik - the second-brightest star in the Aquarius constellation.

He was, first and foremost, a wishing star.

Castiel was proud of his track record with granting wishes. Making a wish come true while working within the bounds of Earth’s physics and probabilities was no easy task for a star, but Castiel was billions of years old by now and had practice with millions of different worlds - and the art of bringing to pass a desire that had been given to him was something that he’d mastered. He was well familiar with the feeling that let him know the wish had successfully taken effect. It was like a spark of lightning coursed through his form; igniting the stardust he housed inside.

Some of the newer stars had to intervene more… personally, but that wasn’t an approach Castiel had needed to take in nearly half a millennia.

Naturally, he’d been absolutely confident when one Dean Winchester had made a wish that Castiel had granted tens of thousands of times. It was one of the simplest of wishes, even.

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Would You Rather...

“Thank you so much for doing this for me, Y/N! Rather have some company on my way to work than drive alone.”

She’s settling herself into the passenger’s seat when James beams at her, his expression excited as he helps her with the seatbelt.

“Seatbelt’s a bit tricky here ehh! But anytime, anytime.”

She’s watched tons of these carpool karaoke skits, each with an inspiring artist sitting on the spot she’s so lucky to be in now. She’s been excited about this ever since she got the call, the fact that James had moved his show out to LA making it easier for her to confirm. The both of them went over where the cameras were located before filming started, and when she asked what tracks they’d be karaok-ing to or what questions he’ll be asking, he just would not spill. So that makes her just a tad nervous if she’s being honest.

But she knows, or at least hopes, that any real bad uh-oh’s will be edited out for her sake.

So no, it’s not unexpected at all when the first track that pops up is her latest single, and right off the bat they’re belting out the lyrics and having a grand time.

With breaks for questions between songs, James is sure to ask about the new unreleased album, commenting and complementing her on the sound.

When they come to a red light at the corner of the street and they’re spotted by fans who begin to ask for pictures and autographs, Y/N has to look apologetically at James, giving him a desperate look before softly saying she’ll be quick.

She takes a bit of time to hug and sign whatever items are being shoved at her, taking an occasional picture before she waves James over to join her. And he can’t quiet say no. A lot of celebrities don’t normally do this, they’d rather keep their head low and pace fast, but seeing Y/N’s interactions with her fans has him putting the car in park and joining her for group photos.

Eventually they make their way back into the vehicle and on the road again.

She apologies endlessly about having him stop, but he assures her it’s okay, that they should probably continue with what they were doing since she’s on a tight schedule.

“I think you’re gonna like this next one. Little bird told me you’re a big fan.”

And Y/N’s sure her eyes light up instantly the second Harry’s verse comes up, but she doesn’t care, she’s singing and smiling and James is doing it, too. When the song comes to an end she can’t wipe the smile off her face, and James sure does take a notice to that.

“Great song that was wasn’t it?”

Y/N can only nod in agreement.

“They’re great guys, too. Really are.”

“I bet they are lovely people.”

“You’ve never met them?”

“Oh I wish, but no unfortunately I haven’t.”

“Oh you lot would get on well. You sort of remind me of Harry in how you are with your fans.”

“Really now? I can only hope I’m half as generous. I admire him for that.”

A smirk plays on his lips now, eyes on the road but still taking notice to your words.

“Okay so I heard you absolutely hate answering these.” And James cannot hide the devious smile that’s made its way into his face.

“Oh no! I should have really asked for the itinerary on this interview.”

James can’t help but laugh.

“Okay so would you rather-”

Just by the sound of those words, Y/N knows she gonna wanna fling herself out of the car. And she’s not subtle about the fact that she detests the scenarios the questions bring by the way she bring her hand to her forehead and grunts.

“-would you rather open for Madonna, or run into Harry Styles and make a fool of yourself?”

“I hope Madonna doesn’t hold this against me, and I hope Harry Styles won’t laugh when I fall face first in front of him. I’d rather run into Harry and make a fool of myself.”

“Well that didn’t take long! Why on earth would you pick making a fool of yourself over opening for Madonna??” But James isn’t really surprised much.

“I did answer that too quickly didn’t I? And I dunno, there’s just something about Harry that I think it’d be nice to have a conversation with him, after I apologise for falling down.”

“Wait, you’re the one on the floor and YOU’LL be apologising to HIM??”

“I don’t know!! It’s the polite think to do.”

“You really are something else. But I guess it makes sense you pick Harry. He’s a great guy. Good heart, great looking too don’t you think?”

“He’s handsome, yes!” Y/N starts to gush.

And the way she begins to describe him is like she’s talking about him to her friends. She goes on and on about how nice he must be and how she’s heard nothing but good things. She tells James how she’s looked up to him as a human being since before she got big in the music industry.

“I think he’s just great all around!”

“But you haven’t even met him.” James is sure to dig at this topic, eager to hear what more she has to say about the heartthrob.

“Well I’ve heard loads of stories about how down to earth he is. And I know this sounds crazy, and you probably won’t believe me, but for some reason it’s like I do know him. Or at least like I’ve met him in another life.”

James can’t ignore the glint in her eye as she talked about him, a tone in her voice so sincere he can believe her when she says she feels like she’s met him before. And the way James is looking at her, not in any type of way like he thinks she’s completely bonkers, makes her blush.

“Oh god. James tell me you’ll edit all that out! I will kill you if that airs!”

“Oí, now my life is at stake if I don’t!”

***

When Y/N wakes up to the abnormal ringing from her phone, she doesn’t think much of it. She reaches a hand out and silences the device, not bothering to even glance at the screen. But then the buzzing begins, and she wouldn’t have been bothered if not for the fact that it won’t settle down.

All she really wants to do is sleep. She’s been doing promo non stop for the new album that she’s been looking forward to this day, her schedule clear, the only thing to do for the day is sleep. But seeing as it doesn’t look like she’s gonna get much rest with her phone buzzing like crazy,(and she would turn it off if she hadn’t put an alarm to catch the episode of Carpool Karaoke that she starred in), she reaches over for her phone, the notifications being replaced by the second with new ones.

Her eyes skim her mentions on Twitter, and oh god why!! She just wants to bury herself underneath the blankets and stay there forever. It was one thing to admire Harry Styles, but for the world to know…for Harry to know. She’s never even had a conversation with the guy and now he’s probably gonna think she’s a crazed fan.

She should really call James up and give him an ear full, but it’s out there and no amount of words she yells his way are going to change that. So she turns off her phone instead, now more than ever she needs to take the time to relax and think of how she’s going to avoid ever meeting Harry Styles.

***

Y/N doesn’t much get the chance to go out by herself, whether it be out for a jog or out for a bite, she usually has someone tag along with her. But she’s been feeling the need to have lunch by herself, and enjoy her own company. So when she arrives at the restaurant and sees a swarm of paparazzi across the street, she takes note to maintain her head low and make her way inside as quick as possible, but not once does it cross her mind as to why the irregular amount of photographers. That is until her shoulder clashes with a body too strong to ignore with out looking up to apologise to.

And she opens her mouth, but the words “sorry” don’t seem to come out, they get caught in her throat instead.

“Sorry, M'sorry ‘bout tha’, love.” And he reaches out to touch her shoulder, his hand warm on her skin. But she stays quiet still, a smile on her face.

She offer a smile to say it’s okay, she’s fine, and she’s ready to walk away before Harry calls after her, making her turn around to look at him.

And wow he’s tall. And she’s pictured meeting him a dozen times, but in her mind the situation’s always been hectic, never this casual.

“'Ello.” He gives a small wave, and takes the few steps forward to meet her. He stands hunched in front of her, his arms open at the last few strides, and with out a second thought, he’s engulfing her into a hug, his arms around her waist and his chin set on her shoulder. She can’t do much other than wrap her arms around his neck to welcome his hug. His body is warm on hers, a hug so tight she can’t remember the last time she shared a hug this amazing with anyone.

And Harry knows he’s testing his limits. It’s their first encounter and he’s hugging her like they’ve known each other for ages, but like it might be the only time he ever gets to have his arms around her. So he lingers a bit, smiling into her hair, and he’s glad to feel her relax into him, feel the air leaving her lips on his collarbone as she buries her face into his neck.

Y/N is screaming at herself inside her head. Why is she still not saying anything. She really hopes she doesn’t think she’s being rude, it’s just that she’s completely star struck. But he doesn’t seem bothered or phased by it. Instead he takes it upon himself to make conversation as he smiles down at her.

“Watched ye’ with James the other day.”

And she still doesn’t know what to say, only this time the embarrassment escalates with the addition of her cheeks burning, and she can only imagine how flushed she must look.

Harry only smiles at her reaction, proud at himself for that, but he won’t admit to it. The only reason why James had even brought him up during their ride was because Harry had mentioned Y/N once…maybe twice..or more. And yeah he’d never had a proper conversation with her, but that didn’t mean he didn’t want to meet her. He’d heard amazing things about her, and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t watch her in interviews often. So yeah, Harry feels accomplished at the fact that he can make her blush.

“M'honoured tha’ ye’ look up t'me. And that you picked me over Madonna.” He chuckles, giving her a half smirk. Is he trying to make her uncomfortable? She smiles anyway, nodding in shame and averting her eyes to the ground.

“I’d probably be too nervous to open for her anyway.”

“Woah, she talks.” This time a laugh.

And if he felt accomplished before, hearing her laugh makes it even better.

“Was g'na have some lunch on my own. Would rather ye’ join me. Up fo’ it?”

“Would love that, yes.”

So he leads her to a table, his palm on her lower back. And like the gentleman he is, he pulls out her chair for her and then sits directly in front of her.

“For what it’s worth, I’d asked James to cut out the bit where I went on about you.”

“Wha’? Oh tha’ hurts.”

“Oh no no, I just didn’t want that to be a thing.”

“S'okay m'just messin’ with ye’.”

“Oh ha-ha make fun of me. But at least give me credit for not falling face first!”

And Harry laughs at that.

And through out lunch he laughs at all her jokes, and she laughs at his. And he realises he quite enjoys her laugh, and her company. It feels so genuine. And he must admit it’s quite hard to make friends now a days, he usually only frequently hangs out with people he already knows. But he finds himself wanting to go out with Y/N more.

So when lunch is over and they’re getting ready to split ways, he offers her his number and promises to pick up whenever she calls.

you know...

Fake dating, flirty, Friday ficlet ahead. (TGIF) (Modern AU, 1300 words, rated T)


“Ow!”

“Sorry Swan, I didn’t just put that cabinet there, it’s been in place since I moved in.”

The leg pressed against his side digs a bit into his ribs and he chuckles, giving his best friend a cocky smirk as she rubs at the back of her head she’s just slammed into his upper cabinet after a too hearty laugh. They’re both a little tipsy, teetering closer over the edge into drunk with each pass of the bottle of rum between them. Said bottle is in his hand now and he twirls the brown liquid around, wondering how many sips they have left and if it’s really a good idea for Emma to be sitting on the counter in her current state.

“Shit, I hear Ruby. Killian, do me a favor?”

Not looking up from the bottle he merely nods, knowing there is very little in the world he won’t agree to do for Emma Swan.

“Eyes up here, sailor, this is important.”

Her green eyes are wide and imploring and his hand wraps around her knee in support of whatever distress has suddenly come over her.

“What is it, love?”

“Ruby is desperate to pair me up and mentioned bringing someone with her tonight for me to meet. I’m really not in the mood. Or interested. Can we…you know…pretend for just a minute…to…you know…”

A cold sweat breaks out beneath his flannel, his heart both breaking and doubling in time at the suggestion of pretending to “you know” with the woman sitting beside him. He’s wanted to “you know” with Emma for longer than he can remember, so it won’t take much on his part to sell the idea. He can’t help but feel lost at her wanting to pretend.

“But Ruby knows we’re just friends, so won’t she smell bullshit a mile away?”

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winteriron neighbours au bucky is 28 or 29 and tony is 24 or 25, where bucky and tony live next to each other and tony is scared of him. bucky is always grumpy, angry, glaring at everyone. tony thinks bucky is a serial killer. one day he just blurts it out and bucky is very offended. that's how they start talking. later when they start dating steve still can't get over the fact that tony had thought that bucky was an assassin. he still laughs at them because of that. happy ending.

Resting Bitch Face/Bucky will always be one of my top pairings lmao. (Man I had plans for this and then I threw in angst lol I’m a failure.) Look out for under the cut!

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Tony was pretty sure his neighbor was a serial killer.

Like, he’d done the proper thing his mother had said to do, introduce himself to his new neighbors (he had a standing offer to have coffee with Bruce anytime), but when he’d knocked on the door of 4D, a man had answered looking ready to commit murder. There had been bags under his eyes and his eyes were red and his hair was a mess. He’d grunted out a terse ‘the fuck do you want’ and Tony had been able to do nothing but squeak. And then the door had been slammed shut in his face.

Which, you know, might have been a little rude; no one looked good first thing in the morning and Tony had clearly blind-sided him. But the guy hadn’t had to slam the door in his face. He had planned on just nicknaming him ‘Rudy McTrudy’ and moving on with his life.

Except sometimes Rudy McTrudy came home late at night clutching his left hand with a towel that was stained with blood.

Tony nicknamed him ‘Murder Guy’ instead.

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Too sweet. Part 5- BTS Vampire!au

Genre: Angst/ Fluff? (I’m sure there will be some elements of fluff eventually) / M(Mature themes) / Descriptions of blood and…other things/ Supernatural

Biased: You X Yoongi X Jungkook X Vampire!au BTS

Type: Vampire!au

Author’s note: I know this took months but I hope u like it I enjoyed writing this part. I’m revamping this series with more a angsty love triangle plot nd i’m highkey excited!!!😍 This part is for you @justoneday-minyoongii ❤❤❤

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INTRO/Prologue I Part 1 I Part 2 I Part 3 I Part 4 I Part 5 I Part 6 I


I was enticed by her, I yearned for her. When I caressed her with my cold fingers she didn’t shy away, she welcomed me warmly. I haven’t realized her meaning, but I’m content when we touch. 

I created a pit of despair, I pushed her away, I resented that I ever met her.


You skimmed over the book title languidly, you hands feeling the soft leather. You had found your way to a nice lounge like space and decided to read the books Jin had suggested. He wasn’t lying when he said some of the concepts would be difficult to grasp. As you read you stumbled upon a section; it read,

‘Vampires of this bloodline are know as the ‘lovers of blood’. When fed from on the crescent moon, prey can suffer from strong urges of affection, for anyone they see fit. Emotions become loose and vulnerable. Their words will be undoubtedly believable. Cunning, manipulating, anything to seduce it’s prey.’

You read over that with a perplexed expression.

“I see you’ve finally started the reading, do you need any help?” You looked up to see that the voice where coming from. Namjoon walked towards you with his hands in his pockets, you sighed.

“No, thank you.“ You looked back at the book and tried to look focused but he could see through that.

“You don’t understand it do you? Let me see.” You gave up and handed him the book.

Ah, your reading about Jimin’s bloodline. This is a really old book but it’s pretty accurate. A short summary of this would be, ‘because of their manipulative and charming nature they can coax whomever they want into their grasp, in a basic sense; they leave you high and dry. Have you experienced any of this?” 

“No.” You looked at him with a board expression.

“No? Well if you do don’t worry the affects go away in about 3 to 7 days. By the looks of it, your blood is adjusting well to the feeding so I doubt it’ll take too much of a toll on you.” He handed you the book with a smile.

“You should take it easy just in case, Kitten. If you need anything don’t hesitate to call.” He winked goodbye. You were almost fine with talking with him until he brought up the nick name that you hated you’ve become accustom to. 

You were wondering where everyone was, it was quite and you haven’t seen the usual faces you were used to seeing rush around the building. Instead of dwelling on that you just picked up another book.


“Have you checked up on Y/N? How are her blood levels?” Jin asked. Him and Namjoon were on an elevator up to the board room. All the Vampire and human doctors and deans were called to a meeting and Jin was on of the special guests.

“Yeah, Jimin fed from her last night and physically she’s adjusting.” 

“I was going through her blood tests and I found something a bit, abnormal.“ Jin pulled Namjoon into a slight secluded corner in the hall. 

 "The tests aren’t telling me if she’s a good donor for Yoongi, it keeps coming out as unreadable. It’s funny when you think about it, the first time I tested her I didn’t want to say anything but the CB special donor association would love to get there hands on her. She’s documented as my student, so even if they tried to take her they’d be violating their on law.” The two made their way into the meeting room and got situated at their seats.

“Thank you all for attending this meeting, your time will not be wasted. We’re here to discuss the strongest donors in the university and what their status is.”


‘Y/N, I will be out of town for a day or two. If you have any trouble, just call me. P.s I want you to write a donor observation paper.”

You sighed, setting down the bent piece of paper. You’ve been reading for a few hours now and it was getting tiring, so you decided to do some exploring. You sat down your book and went out into the lobby. You didn’t know that everyone would just jump ship and you’d be left alone-

What’s that sound?…” You mumbled to yourself.

It was the sound of a piano. You looked around to see if it was down here but a piano was nowhere to be seen. You looked up the staircase, maybe it’s coming from up there. You walked up the stairs only to arrive a Jin’s living space. You peeked down the hall to see a room door slightly cracked. You placed your hand on the door and the music stopped,

“Why did you stop? It sounded beautiful…” 

Yoongi inhaled and exhaled deeply and pulled back his hands. He stopped playing because of you, your blood’s smell was very potent and distracting.

“Oh, I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to intrude or anything. It sounded really nice…“ You realized that your sudden intrusion was probably a bit rude. He didn’t look back at you, he was too into his thoughts. 

You took his silence as an okay to get closer to him. As you stood just a few inches behind him; he was wondering why you seemed so familiar, like he’s been in your head before… Then it came to him, he knew you from that night Jin had a speech at a university and he mistakenly linked to your consciousness. That’s why you felt sleepy all of a sudden, it was because of him. He abruptly stood to his feet, making you a jump back a bit. His gaze caught yours, it was like a trans to look at him. His eyes resembled sable, so deep and celestial in a way. He stepped towards you and nonchalantly dipped his head down to sniff at your neck. 

“Ah…” He moaned lowly. He wasn’t use to blood making him feel this way, just your smell alone infatuated him. He looked you up and down, at this moment he began to analyze you, your face, your skin, your body…everything. He’s never gotten personal with a donor, personal meaning actually appreciating what they had to offer, but that’s because most blood makes him sick. He wanted to know you, to feel you, for some reason.

“Did Jin tell you to come in here?”

You cleared your throat, not sure you heard him correctly. Ever since you’ve been here he hasn’t shown the slightest interest in your blood and now he’s asking if Jin sent you? Of course you’re taken aback. 

“Um, what? No, why?”

“Jin thinks your blood would be good for me,” He let his finger tips graze over the spot he was hoping to bite.”So I assumed he sent you…” 

“Oh, well no he didn’t.” You casually shifted the weight on your feet.

“I don’t see you very often, are you-”

“Sit.” He pointed to the piano stool.

You narrowed your brows, you were caught off guard by the sudden demand but you obliged none the less. You sat with your hands in your lap, looking up at him as he stood behind you.

“Can you play?” 

“Not really- well I know one thing but I don’t practice so it’s-”

“Let me hear it…” He eyed your fingers, waiting for them to make their way to the instrument.

“Ok…” You cleared your throat, placed your hands on the keys and began to play. You played slowly, bringing down the tempo by at least two beats. Your finger had slipped one or two times, making a flat or a sharp when there shouldn’t have been. But you successfully finished the little melody and you exhaled in relief that your pitiful little recital was now over.

“That sounded a bit off…”

“Yeah, I told you I don’t practice…” Your cheeks went red at his critic and you smiled to yourself, it did sound pretty bad.

“You’re warm…” He placed his hand over yours and you flinched as his gelid hand tickled your finger tips .

“You’re cold.” You laughed at your little retort and he walked around the stool, to look down at you.

He craned down as if he were about to bite you so you closed your eyes, awaiting the contact. He swiftly pulled you to your feet and caught you in a demanding kiss. It took you a second but you slowly melted into it, he was cold but you felt the utmost warmth in him. His hands were glued to your sides as the kiss became feverish. He didn’t want to pull away, you felt too perfect but he decided he’d let up before he could get too carried away. His bottom lip glistened with a bit of his saliva and they were cherry red in the center. Your cheeks and lips were flushed and you had a feeling those side affects from Jimin were the cause of your willingness to just let Yoongi kiss you like that. He was almost as surprised as you at his action but he couldn’t explain it, you seemed so familiar to him he wanted to feel you.

“Your scent is really- it’s strong…” He shook his head to get his hair from draping over his lashes. He knew that potentially you could give him the same symptoms as any other blood would but you were too good to not try, at least once.

He grabbed your wrist, spinning you around and pushing you against the piano. He tilted his head, crooking up the corner of his lip as you tried to avoid pressing down on any keys.

“Do you know the risks?” He asked as he twisted a strand of your hair between his thumb and index finger.

You sheepishly shook your head no whilst swallowing thickly. He pushed back your hair and brushed his lips over your skin, making you shiver. “I won’t hurt you…why are you nervous? Relax…” At that he languidly bit down. You flinched upon the sting but you did your best to relax as he slipped his eyes shut in pure bliss. Your blood was better than he expected, it felt like the first time he’s ever truly indulged in such a hypnotic sweetness. You gave him a feeling he’s never felt before, it was like an out of body experience, like he was floating and you were the only thing that could keep him grounded. 

He noticed you didn’t know what to do with your hands, you had them awkwardly at your chest. He placed your hands on the shoulders of his shirt for you to grab something and he took this chance to press your bodies closer. You scrunched his shirt into your fists as you started to feel lightheaded. He was leaning a lot of his weight against you so you found it more difficult to stay standing. You tried to steady yourself by holding on to something behind you but instead you mistakenly slammed your hands on the keys, emitting an awful jumble of broken notes.

Ah!” You gasped, you didn’t know it but your blood was shot with an onslaught of adrenaline and the taste was overwhelming. He pulled away and started panting lowly under his breath to steady himself. He pried himself away from you, removing his teeth from your neck faster than he would have liked and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Sorry…” You apologized lowly.

“You might have a headache for a little while…” He held onto your arm to make sure you didn’t loose your balance before letting you stand on your own. He acquired that unreadable expression once again as he left the room.

You expected to feel tired or in pain but it was more like a nice fuzzy feeling in your head. You could almost compare it to being high, although you’ve never experienced it, you were sure this is what it felt like.


“I’m starving…” Taehyung whined, whilst lazily playing with his phone. 

Hoseok leered at Tae with pure agitation in his eyes and he was about to tell him for the tenth but they were arriving at the gates. Tae perked up at the site of the gates, Jimin and Jungkook had both been in deep thought. Jimin was worried, you were left alone and he wasn’t sure if you were feeling any of the symptoms. Jungkook was trying to make a plan, he wanted to try and feed from you but he knew it would be difficult with all of his Hyungs around. 

“Jungkook-ah, you know what I’m gonna do when we get inside?” He crooked his brow. 

“I’m gonna find Y/N and we’re gonna have a nice and long feeding session.” He cooed chuckling at the thought.

Jungkook tried to conceal his disdain for that teasing statement so he gave him a dirty look..

“Sorry but I’m feeding from her first.” 

Jungkook looked at his Hyung with a look of betrayal. Taehyung scoffed, knowing that the older vampires were entitled to the blood of there choice so he couldn’t really fight with him. They knew you were off limits to Jungkook but they couldn’t help but tease him a little. They finally pulled in and there were a few students who were unpacking and going inside. The four of them went inside as the chauffeurs got their bags and everyone went there separate ways except for Tae who was following Hoseok. He looked at Hobi with the most devious eyes, and Hoseok grinned.

“Ah…I can sense her. You know, I’m feeling generous…. Tae, I guess there’s no reason why we can’t share, come on.” Tae’s eyes lit up at his words and the both of them went towards that sweet scent that they’ve been craving for a few days now. When they found you you were in one of the empty classrooms, reading book. They walked inside and they were surprised you didn’t here them come in.

“Y/N, we’re back.” Tae tapped your shoulder and you whipped your around, startled to see them but also relieved. 

“Oh- Taehyung, Hoseok, hi, how was your trip?” You stood up to bow to them and they both smiled at you warmly. 

“It was good but we’re really hungry, Y/N.” Hoseok stalked towards you, already hinting his intentions. You grinned nervously, if he was gonna drink your blood why was Tae here? 

“Oh, really?” You turned around to pull off your reading glasses and set them on the desk and your heart was now beating out of your chest, he said ‘we’re’, that could only mean that the both of them were planning something.

 “Uh…you guys should go eat something then…” You were hoping they were here just to say hi but you kind of got the message. 

“You’re funny Y/N, you are our something to eat.” He laughed show casing his boxy smile and when you turned around to try to come up with an excuse Hoseok was standing right in front of you. 

“Hey!-” You squealed, grabbing onto Hoseok’s shirt when he quickly grabbed the back of your thighs in an attempt to lift you up. 

“Hobi! Stop it!” You wrapped your arms around his neck in fear that he would drop you if you didn’t. When you moved your arms from around his neck he eased you to sit up on the wooden desk. You were eye to eye and he had the most breathtaking smile plastered on his lips, you were speechless.

“Don’t get shy on me-” He stopped mid sentence, knitting his brows before moving your hair so he could conclude his hypothesis.

 “Yoongi? Yoongi fed from you…And You’re still standing?” He was almost shocked yet he chuckled a little under his breath, knowing your blood was so indifferent he kind of expected this. You flinched when Tae’s hand was suddenly on your shoulder and his cold nose brushed over the healed wound while he confirmed that it was Yoongi’s. 

“Y-yeah, what’d you mean still standing?” Neither of them cared to answer, given how distracted they were by the new found information. 

“She really is perfect…” Tae said with a small look of aw on his face.

Hobi was apart of the breed of vampires who thrived on touch when they fed, at least that’s what the book said. They have to feel that you’re there and it was a trait developed at a young age. It was an odd quality but you were willing to conform. Your eyes fluttered shut upon his hands brushing away your hair and him just caressing your skin.

“Aren’t you gonna try to make an excuse or something? You seem so willing.” You peeked open your eyes to see him awaiting an answer. 

“I’ve been reading about you guys and your breed of, you know…” You turned from him too shy to further explain. “You’ve been reading about me? Aw, that’s cute.“ He laughed.

 “What about me Y/N? Have you read about me yet?” Taehyung spoke eagerly. You shook your head no and he furrowed his brows. 

“You did all your research for him but not me?” He scoffed. Hobi looked back at Tae with a cocky smirk.

“No, it’s not that I just haven’t gotten to it yet…” You explained, in an attempt to make him feel better but there was still a pout on his lips. Speaking of lips someone was taking quite an interest in yours. Hoseok’s eyes kept glancing at your lips and when he noticed you looking at him weird he snapped out of it with a nervous grin. 

He was low-key wanting to kiss you, you didn’t know if you wanted to do that. Sure you kissed Yoongi but that wasn’t you acting it was just the moment. “What?”

”Your lips look perfect…Can I?“

That was really forward.

At least he was asking, unlike some people. You shook your head no, you just didn’t feel comfortable doing that, especially if Tae was watching. He left it alone and went straight for your neck, biting down quickly making you wince. Meanwhile Taehyung was trying to figure out where he was going to bite you. And then it hit him. He stalked over to you two, you weren’t paying any attention to him but you felt Hoseok move to the side a little, you wondered why. 

Taehyung knelt in front of you and his hand found your leg. You looked down at him and he smirked before biting into your thigh. “Agh!” You couldn’t help but jerk your leg away from the unfamiliar sensation. You were groaning in discomfort and trying to get away, but it was difficult. Hoseok’s hands gripped your waist to keep you at bay.

When he pulled away you whimpered. “Does it sting?”

“Mhm…” At your response he suddenly tongued at the bite marks, lapping at it like a animal would a wound. Out of appreciation he licked the wounds to ensure a quick healing. Tae was using both of his hands to hold your leg down but you still managed to move around. 

“Y/N, stop moving…” He groaned from on your neck.

“S-sorry.” You relaxed and soon laid your head on Hobi’s shoulder. Tae looked up through half lidded eyes and he was a little jealous, seeing you and Hobi like that was getting to him, he decided to do something about it.

He removed his teeth making you gasp; he stood up while wiping the blood from his mouth. He scooted Hoseok out of the way so that he was no longer between your legs and he went to your neck, you assumed he was going to bite you but he only pecked your skin in the most delicate way. Hoseok was side-eyeing him, he knew what Tae was doing but he wasn’t about to entertain it. But then again he thought it would be fun to test him a little…

In one quick movement Hobi fist his hand into your hair and pulled your lips to his, he had a thing for hair pulling you’ve learned. You whined for him to let up but he only hummed in response. Tae decided to give his hyung a run for his money, he sucked on your skin sloppily in an attempt to leave a mark. This didn’t feel right, you didn’t like this at all. You wanted to get away but you didn’t have the physical power to protest, not that it would’ve helped.

“Y/n-”

Jin walked into the room and his jaw dropped. He didn’t know if he was furious or confused. You were currently sitting on a table with Tae and Hobi practically devouring you.

“What the hell…” Namjoon trailed in behind him and his face contorted in mild disgust. There were two streams of blood going down your calves and he could tell Tae was responsible for that. Mentally the two cursed themselves at the arrival of their hyungs and this couldn’t get any more awkward. Hoseok scooted from between your legs and tried to help you off the table but you swatted his hand away and got off yourself, landing on your feet unsteadily. The wounds were still sore and your cheeks burned in mortification.

“H-hey Hyung, how was your-”

You two, get out and I’ll deal with you later. Y/N, come with me so I can clean you up.”

The two of them straightened up and gave you a nervous smile before swiftly leaving the room. You looked over at Jin but quickly looked away, you don’t know how you allowed this to happen, but then again you weren’t no match for the both of them; you were defenseless. 

Jin walked over to you and grasped your hand, leading you out of the class room and downstairs to the lab.

“On their behalf, I’m so sorry.” Jin pointed to the chair near the counter and you idly took a seat. You knew they had their instincts and all but what those two did wasn’t something you’ve ever witnessed before; it was inhuman. 

“They normally don’t do things like that-” he paused mid sentence, “Oh, you’re healing faster…that’s good.” You looked down at the slightly minimized pricks on your thigh. And when he got here he sensed Yoongi’s scent on you and he was surprised. Gently, he moved your hair to see that Hobi bite mark was slowly healing but Yoongi’s almost looked fresh. That was unusual, especially since you were giving blood normally now. He pulled up a chair and cleaned the access blood around the wound. He put some type of medicated ointment on it before bandaging it.

“Have you been ok? I know I haven’t been able to check up on you like I want to, I’ve been really busy.” Jin got up to give you a glass of water and you thanked him.

“I’ve been fine… but can I ask you a question?” You spoke sheepishly.

“Sure, anything.” Jin looked at you tentatively.

“How come you don’t try to drink my blood? I mean- it’s just the others always go on about how good it is…And you haven’t had any.” You didn’t know if that sounded weird but you were just curious.

“I’ve sampled some of your blood, don’t get me wrong; your blood is excellent but I don’t feed from donors. It may not seem like it but feeding is a very intricate process. It’s pretty normal for the others but some more mature vampires take feeding as an intimate thing, like you may have noticed with Yoongi.” Jin had stuck your arm to draw some blood while you drank your water and you choked on it.

“Intimate?…” You swallowed with a confused expression, he took notice and laughed a little.

“Well intimate might not be the word for it… they’re just really picky, the blood and vessel have to be to their preference. Not everyone’s like that, like Hoseok…he isn’t too picky…” He took out the needle and replaced it with a cotton ball and medical tape

“Oh… But that doesn’t answer my question.” you brought your arms to your self and awaited an answer.

“I don’t get as affected by the scent of blood, I’ve always been like that; that’s why I’m able to do surgery and be around blood without wanting it. I don’t drink from you because I try not to drink from donors unless absolutely necessary, that’s the only reason.” Jin helped you stand from your chair and he had a look in his eyes; like he really did have hidden intentions but he willed himself to step away.

“We’re gonna see how your blood affects Yoongi so you go up stairs and I’ll be up shortly.”

You nodded before making your way to the elevator. It was a short trip up and when the doors opened you saw Yoongi sitting on the couch and Namjoon sitting opposite of him.

Namjoon caught your gaze, you looked like you wanted the world to swallow you up. “Y/N, that was quite a show we walked in on-”

“Don’t, it’s already embarrassing enough.” You were redfaced and he laughed as if it was the funniest thing he’d ever witnessed. You sat in the seat one space away from Yoongi and put your face in your hands.

“It’s ok Y/N, it’s nothing to be ashamed of. Some of the shyest donors like it that-”

“Stop teasing her, Namjoon.” Jin cut in, rescuing you from Namjoons teasing. Yoongi rested his head on his hand with his elbow propped on the side of the chair, seemingly uninterested in the whole ordeal. You watched Namjoon get up and pressed your hands to your knees in anticipation. Jin called for you to stand up and so you did.

“Y/N, I’m gonna ask you to do something that may be a little uncomfortable but bare with me.” Jin sat across from where you stood and you looked around, the elder vampires didn’t look at you with much interest but with more of an amused expression - what was going on?

“What’d you mean?” You looked at Jin, completely clueless onto what he was planning. 

“I asked Yoongi to cleanse your blood. You’ll have to go to the student health check at the Crimson Board association, all the donors have to be clean a week before the appointment.” Jin watched your brows furrow and you weren’t liking this. “You’ll have three sessions a day.” 

Your stance wavered and instinctively crossed your arms in defense. “You’re kidding.” 

“No, I’m not. Most donors don’t have to do this but your blood is a little different.” Jin remained calm even though you were obviously upset.

“I don’t understand- You’re a doctor! Why can’t you give me medicine or something? I can’t do that everyday…I can barely take getting attacked randomly and now you want me on a schedule too?” With a furrowed brow, you looked at Jin hoping he’d change his decision.

“Why don’t you want me to feed from you?” Yoongi looked up at you, knowing the meaning behind your unwillingness. It was him.

“I-” You paused, “…It’s not- I don’t know…” Your heart sank, he wasn’t convinced. 

“Yes you do, tell me…” He urged, obviously he wasn’t gonna stop until he got the answer he was looking for.

“It scared me…I don’t know if I can handle all of that…”  

“You can handle it Y/N, Yoongi knows what he’s doing, you’re in good hands.”

You didn’t want to be in anyone’s hands, but you signed up for this; there wasn’t much you could object.

“So it’s just Yoongi?…” You asked bashfully, trying not to look his way.

“Yes, only him for a week.”

“Fine. I’m going to my room, goodnight.” 

You bowed and left the three of them to each other. Jin went to his desk to sign a few papers Namjoon looked over at Yoongi and smirked.

“Since you get to have her to yourself for a whole week I’ll go have a taste before I miss my chance.” 

You stepped out of the thick, stuffy air of the bathroom and surveyed your bedroom before walking out completely. It wasn’t too late but it was around the time most students were asleep. With a robe and slippers on you peeked out to see if anyone was in the halls.

Tip toeing to the kitchen you relaxed when you saw it was vacant. Not bothering to turn on the light you opened up the fridge looking for something to snack on. You yelped in surprise, a tall figure stood behind you, his shadow towered over yours.“Namjoon?…” You called softly.

You heard him scoff, he tugged on your robe making it hang off your shoulder. You tried to turn around and say something that might save you but he was persistent.

“Stay still.” He commanded sternly, and you backed down in fear that he might hurt you. His slender finger hooking around your spaghetti strap he pulled it down, exposing your skin to the cool air. The refrigerator handle was still firm in your grip until he pried it out of your hand and pushed the door close. He shuffled over so that you were facing the hall and he was pressed flush against you. Without warning, his fangs sunk into your tender flesh, tearing through the muscle, shooting sharp bolts of pain to your head. You whimpered in anguish, your skin becoming hot to the touch, he had to hold you up for your legs shuddered erratically and you squirmed relentlessly. Your limbs felt numb and you suddenly didn’t have to ability to move. You panicked.

“Namjoon, ah- N-namjoon, please… I c-can’t move, Namjoon…” You whined loudly, being bitten in this position was straining enough but you’ve also been bitten multiple times in one day. Namjoon tilted your head back onto his shoulder and bit you again but closer to your neck, your eyes squeezed shut. The feeling mimicked ecstasy but it oddly favored numbness, when gave up and let him take full control a sense of gluttony washed over you. You became greedy for more, as if you were a different person you tried to grab his hand and bring him close. He withdrew his mouth and you groaned at the loss. He smirked and brought his lips to your ear. 

“Good, you did good kitten, you actually did it…it feels nice doesn’t it?” He cooed.

You blinked rapidly what just happened? You barely like to talk to him let alone have him touch you. And you gave in, just like that.

“What- what are you talking about? What did you do to me?” Your cheeks were flushed. You tried to get away but you were completely drained, you couldn’t even stand properly. After situated your clothes he turned you to face him and you struggled to keep your eyes on him, blood seeped down the corner of his lip and he licked it up.

“You just submitted to me, with some help of course. I’m surprised, I thought you didn’t like me all that much but you’re surely living up to your name, kitten.” He caressed the top of your head with a cheeky smile/

“Let me go…I’m going back to my room.” You pushed him away with little strength but as soon as he granted your wish you toppled to the ground. Namjoon calmly knelt down to see your unconscious face, he chuckled. You were something else. He picked you up and took you to your room. He opened the door with one hand and laid you on the bed gently as he covered you up. 

When he saw Namjoon leave your room he walked in cautiously, curious onto your state. Yoongi looked upon your sleeping form, your neck still decorated with bite wounds. He touched where Namjoon had bitten you and instantly your face contorted in pain, it made him twitch, his jaw tightened. Namjoon forced a mindset on you in a vulnerable moment to get what he wanted, and to make you feel like you wanted it, how cruel. 

What is love? ~ a Mileven drabble

Set two years after the events of season two, El has since been found and has been living with the Byers for the past few months.

Please comment and tell me what you think xx

The basement is still, Mike’s old violin music playing quietly (El says it soothes her). Mike and El are lying on opposite ends of the couch reading, their legs stretched out; their ankles and feet comfortably entangled.

El frowns as she comes across a word she doesn’t understand. “Mike?” she says quietly, looking over her book.

Mike looks up, putting down his book.

“What’s love?” she asks, curiously.

Mike feels a flush begin to creep up his neck and across his face. “Love?” he chokes.

She nods, not sensing his embarrassment.

“Um…” he sits up, “it’s like, when…” he sighs, stretching the back of his neck. She sits up too, waiting patiently, no sign of annoyance on his face.

“You know my mom and my dad and Nancy?”

El nods, and puts down her own book.

“They’re my family, and I love them, even when they annoy me, because if something bad happened to them I’d be really upset. Like with the boys, I love them too. It’s when you really care for someone, a lot. But there’s… uh, there’s different kinds of love,” he tries to explain.

“Different kinds of love?” El asks, sounding confused.

“Yeah, why don’t you, uh, look it up in your dictionary,” he suggests. Having been isolated throughout her childhood, there was a lot of words El didn’t know, so one of the things Joyce had bought her, once she’d gone to live with her, was a dictionary.

El shrugs. “I left it at home, plus, I like it better when you explain words.”

Mike feels his face turning red again. “Uh, okay, well I love my mom and she loves me, but not in the same way she loves my dad, or used to at least.”

El frowns for a moment, before saying, “Like Nancy and Jonathan?”

Mike nods, “Yeah, exactly,”

“And Joyce and Jim?”

It takes Mike a moment to process what El had just said. “Joyce and Hopper?!”

El nods.

“Whoa, okay,” he shakes his head with slight disbelief, he has lots of questions, but decides that they’re for later.

“Mike?” El asks, in her small quiet way, and she shuffles over closer to him.

“Yeah, El?” he moves closer to her too, so that they’re now sitting in the middle of the couch, their shoulders touching.

“Do you love me?” Her big brown eyes pour into his, and Mike’s heart goes into overdrive. He knows she’s just genuinely curious, that life and love are all new to her, that she’s not trying to put him on the spot, but it kind of feels that way.

“I-“ he hesitates, looking into her eyes. “Yes,” he says finally.

El’s hands begin to twist in her lap. “In what way?”

He wants to say ‘yes’ but has suddenly forgotten how to speak, plus, he’s pretty sure 14 years olds are not supposed to be in love, they’re supposed to make-out and play Seven Minutes in Heaven, not be in love.

He’s certain his face is the colour of a tomato by now.

A small smile works its way onto El’s face. “In this way?”

And then he has no idea what is happening, or how it is happening, but El leans forward and kisses him gently. It is so different from their last kiss, which was quick and fleeting and uncertain, and almost two years ago. It’s soft and slow and innocent, and Mike thinks his heart might burst from happiness. It’s short and lasts just long enough for El’s hand to find its way to Mike’s.

“Yes,” Mike whispers, when they break apart, “I love you in that way.”

El beams. “I love you in that way too,” she says tenderly.

She entwines her hand with Mike’s, their fingers interlocking with each other, she reaches over and picks up her book, before resting her head on Mike’s shoulder and continuing to read, only letting go of his hand to turn a page.

Mike sits there, relaxed; he watches El read, completely in awe of this girl who he loves, and who loves him too.

Whipped...friends?? Or...not anymore??

Had Harry known Y/N was gonna be in New York he would have picked her up at the airport. He would have given her no other choice but to finally confront him because surely she wouldn’t have wanted to walk in this cold weather.

And he should’ve taken that moment back at the restaurant. Pulled her away from that bloke and asked who the hell he was. He would’ve told her he misses her, that in all honesty he’s very confused because he doesn’t know what he did to have her acting like he doesn’t exist. He can’t understand how she’s able to cut him out of her life this easily. He would tell her it hurts that she’s managed to do so. He should’ve taken that moment at the restaurant, but he didn’t.

And what infuriates him the most, is that Gemma knew.

He’s been on the phone with her for the past fifteen minutes. Ten of those spent going on about having seen her out with some guy he’s never before seen in his life. Harry’s moaned and complained, because ‘maybe she really is seeing someone, Gem. Maybe ’ve really lost m'chance.’

It wasn’t until then that Gemma decided to come forth with this information, coyly telling Harry that 'Y/N came over a few days ago to borrow a duffle cause she left hers at yours or summat.’

And Harry doesn’t know why she didn’t pop by his place to pick it up. Not like she was gonna run into him.

“You’re meant t’ tell me these type of things. M'ye’ brother.”

Harry’s been practically burning his hotel room floor from so much pacing, trying to figure out why in green Earth Gemma didn’t see 'fit’ to tell Harry that Y/N had told her she would be flying to the big apple.

“She hasn’t called ye’?” And what kind of question is that? She knows Harry’s not spoken to her since she left in a hurry that night.

“I’ve not gotten a single text, Gem.”

On the other end of line it sounds like Gemma’s shuffling about, and Harry can only imagine she’s just sat up by the tone to her next words.

“She hasn’t?,” and she sounds genuinely appalled.

Harry stops dead on his tracks, eyebrows furrowing deeper in thought. Why does he feel like she’s hiding something from him.

He runs his fingers through his hair, pulling at the ends in frustration, “what’re ye not tellin’ me, Gemma?”

She’s quiet for about a minute, so Harry presses.

“Gem?”

“I thought she was going t’ see you, Haz.”

“Why would she? She’s not been answerin’ m'calls. Why would she go out of her way and come t’ New York t’ see me?”

Was she? Why wouldn’t she call him when she landed?

“Wait, how did she know I was here?”

Again, a slight pause.

“I might’ve told her a few ago when we went out t’ brunch.” Gemma sounded sheepish, knowing fully well there was no reason to tell Y/N of his whereabouts. Not when apparently she wanted nothing to do with him.

“She’d asked me how ye’ were. If ye’ were doin’ alright. So I told her. She didn’t say much about it. And then when she came over for the duffle, I just. I had t’ ask Harry.”

She sounds even more nervous now.

“Ask wha’?” This has Harry feeling uneasy.

“She’s your best friend for Christ’ sake.”

“What did ye’ ask her, Gemma?”

He feels like he has to sit down for this. And when he reaches the edge of the bed and sits, he doubles over, elbows on his knees. One hand holding his phone up to his ear, the other pinching at his bottom lip.

“I honestly can’t understand why she cut all contact with you. So I asked her why. And when she didn’t wanna talk about it, I insisted.”

But he feels like that’s not all they talked. “Wha’ did she say?”

“She broke down, Harry. She told me she couldn’t be friends with you knowing you loved someone else.”

“Wha’?”

Why would she think that? Most importantly, why would she stop talking to him all together because of that.

“Tha’s what I said. Told her you would’ve told me if you had. Also told her that was no reason to drop the friendship. And so she finally confessed her feelings for you to me.”

Harry can almost hear his heart rate pick up.

“She said as much as she loves you, she couldn’t stand seeing you with someone else.”

“She said she loves me.” He’s whispering it to himself. This is why she didn’t want to see him? How could she possibly think he could love anyone else but her. He thought he’d made it so obvious. “Gemma, tell me ye’ didn’t-.”

“Of course not,” she cuts him off, “-tha’s yours to tell her. Which you should have, you git. Shoulda told her a long time ago.”

“D'y'know where she’s staying?”

He’s gotten up from the bed so fast it makes his head woozy. He’s not even fully pulled his hoodie over his shoulders when he slips on his boots.

“Harry, it’s one in the morning where you are.”

But he doesn’t care. He doesn’t care that he’ll have to hail a cab so late at night instead of searching for the keys to his rental, because frankly he doesn’t remember where he’s left them and he can’t be bothered to spend any more time looking for them.

“Gemma tell me where she is.”

It doesn’t take long for Harry to get a cabbie’s attention, he is Harry Styles after all.

In the blur of it all, he’s somehow ended up with the boys hollering over the phone at him. Cheering him on and telling him to go get his girl.

“Honest, s'bout time it happened for the pair o'ya.” Next to Harry, he reckons Liam’s probably the most romantic out of the lot.

“Wha’ if she doesn’t want me? Wha’ if s'too late and she’s happy with tha’ other bloke?”

To the rest of the world, it would be insane for anyone to think Harry Styles has moments like these. Moments of doubt when he radiates confidence. But honestly he’s just like any other human being trying to find love and someone to give his own to.

“Who? Her cousin? That’d be weird,man,” Niall chimes nonchalantly.

He can hear what sounds like two slaps to the arm before hearing Niall grunts in dissatisfaction.

Has everyone been hiding these vital specs of information from him.

But he doesn’t even have to ask before Niall’s explaining.

“Okay, yeh I knew she was goin’ t’ New York.”

Of course. In retrospect, Harry should’ve know Niall might’ve known. Next to Harry, Niall’s the closest to Y/N. What with him going back and forth dealing with the film and the magazine a few months ago, Liam doing his solo project and preparing for his and Cheryl’s baby, and Louis in LA most than not for Freddie; Niall’s the only one who’s just so happened to not travel much during the hiatus. And he never really minded taking Y/N with him when he did have things to do.

“She tol’ me she needed t'see you. N’ I didn’t wanna spoil the surprise.”

“Well tha’s great, innit? Everyone knew but me? Anythin’ else any o'ye would like t'share?”

He doesn’t mean to sound frustrated, but he just..is. Had he known all of this, everything would have gotten resolved earlier, and he wouldn’t have had to sulk over Y/N being out with a cousin. He wouldn’t have had to watch her walk away and out of that restaurant, an awful feeling in his heart at she sight of her with someone else.

But it’s all done, and at least now he knows the way she’d look at him, like she was smitten, wasn’t all in his head.

“Quit your mopping, Harold and just tell her how much you miss her.”

After Harry had told the boys what’d happened and asked them not to hassle him about it, they’d let off the teasing, didn’t wanna strike a nerve and make Harry feel bad. He is the baby after all. Now, Harry can’t help but smile sheepishly at the sound of all three making kissy noises on the other end of the line.

With whole hearted 'good luck’s from the boys, Harry hangs up and his mind goes back to wondering what will happen after tonight.

The rest of the drive there his mind’s still trying to process the fact that Y/N told Gemma she loves him. His Y/N loves him.

And when he reaches her suite, he’s not sure if she’ll open the door. Or if she’s even gotten into bed yet.

But he knocks nonetheless, and when he hears light footsteps getting closer on the other side, the butterflies in his tummy go wild.

“Who is it?” Oh how he’s missed hearing that voice.

“Room service.” He can’t risk her not opening if he tells her it’s him.

The door slides open just a bit then, and he sees her peek through it before hearing her yawn.

“Please,” is the first thing his head can muster up, “don’ shut me out, poppet.”

Y/N doesn’t know what to say…what to feel. After not seeing Harry for so long, here he is, stood in front of her hotel room, palm on the door as if to prevent her from closing it.

And she’d be a liar if she said she didn’t miss him. Hearing him plead for her not to deny him entrance.

She’s lost in a trance, looking him over, his eyes tired and hair a mess. Pink lips pursed into a line against the pale of his skin. And his green eyes, burning into her with a sad look.

But she doesn’t say anything. Just steps back into the darkness of the room, allowing Harry to slip in and shut the door behind him.

“I miss ye, kitten.” He breathes in relief, finally able to tell her so she doesn’t think he doesn’t.

She sighs, her back facing him, “Harry, can we please do this tomorrow?”

Harry can’t deny that deflates him a bit. As much of a long shot as it was, he was really hoping she’d say she misses him too.

He strides over to her, but keeps his hands to himself even though he’s been dying to hug her again. There’s nothing else he can do with them but thumb at the rings to twist them around his fingers.

“No,” he whispers, determined. “M'not leaving until y'tell me wha’ I did wrong.” He wants to hear it from her lips.

She turns to look at him, towering above her. Too close, but too far. “You did nothing, Harry.”

“Then why’ve ye’ not been answerin’ m'calls?”

Silence.

“Or replyin’ t’m'texts?”

She’s fiddling with the hem of her shirt, unsure of what to say. Surely she can’t tell him she couldn’t stand the chuckles and secret whispers between him and the guys over Harry’s probably now girlfriend. She can’t tell him she’s stupidly fallen in love with her best friend and him denying her would break her. But the way he’s looking at her right now makes her wanna melt back into his arms.  

She needs to say something, anything to end this conversation before she explodes.

“Don’t know how to say this. But I started seeing someone, and I wanna dedicate more of my time to him.”

Harry can’t believe she’s really trying to feed him that excuse.

“Oh really? Does he live here? Is tha’ why you’re in New York? Wha’s his name?” He challenges.

She stutters for longer than she should.

“Surely you’ve not forgotten the name of this said bloke you’re seein’?”

Y/N can feel herself getting frustrated. Not because she’s choked up on a simple name, or because it doesn’t seem like Harry will be leaving any time soon. No, she’s frustrated at the fact that Harry knows her so well he’s able to see past it and know she’s lying.

But she tries anyway, “umm, his name’s, umm-”

“Bullshit!” He’s calling her out. He’s gonna make her say it even if he has to stay til well into the next day.

It catches Y/N just a bit off guard though. But it’s enough for her to reach her limit.

“I don’t have to give you any explanations Harry!” And Harry doesn’t recall ever hearing her raise her voice. Other than at the telly during intense scenes from a show or a film, or when she’s driving.

“I don’t have to tell you who I’m dating. You sure as hell don’t tell me!” She brings her index finger up to poke at his chest. “But that’s okay because you don’t owe me any explanations either. So don’t ask me why I’ve not been coming around because I can’t give you an answer. So I hope you’ll be happy with your new girlfriend and I hope you have a great life together-”

“There was never anyone.” He tries to cut in, failing to stop her ramble.

“-because I’m sure she’s perfect in every sense of the word because you’d blush every time Niall or Louis or Liam whispered to you about her-”

“Tha’ was you they were teasin’ 'bout.” Another failed attempt.

“-and you deserve that Harry, you do.  Don’t worry about me I’ll be fine an-”

She grabs at her wrists to stop the gestures.

“Y/N. I love you.”

“And I know y-.”

That’s shuts her right up. And Y/N was really never expecting that.

“You what?” Almost an inaudible whisper.

Harry takes her hand in his then, intertwining their fingers, staring at how hers fit perfectly into his.

He scans her eyes as he brings his hands to cup neck, thumbs running over her jaw. And he honestly cannot understand why she would think he doesn’t.

His thumb pads graze the bottom of her lip before repeating himself.

“I love you.”

It’s then that she brings her hands to his hips, clenching the grey material of his hoodie.

“Harry, I-”

“Jus’ say it, poppet. M'right here.”

“I love you, too.”

Harry can’t hold back anymore.

So he closes the space between them, lips ghosting over hers. And when Y/N puckers her lips to firmly press into his, he knows she means what she’s said.

With a smile and another kiss.

Harry whispers one last time.

“I love you, so much.”



A/N: Wanna take a moment and say thank you to every single one of my readers, whether you follow or not. Thank you for taking the time and reading this unexpected short trilogy. Thank you for being patient with me when I was feeling uneasy about that second part.

And thank you to the anon who requested this.

I hope whilst you all read that it felt at least a bit real, even the slightest to brighten up your day.

Much love, LouM xx

The Smuggler

Note: Ben Solo, the most notorious smuggler in the Galaxy, has taken a liking to you. But with his profession of choice, you fear that he hides his true self in favour of a ‘bad boy’ persona. But one night, he shows up at your bedroom window, trying to prove to you how genuine he can be.

Originally posted by adamblessdriver

“Get out of my way,” you said through gritted teeth as you tried to stroll through the market.

“I just want to talk Y/N,” Ben called after you.

You stopped in your tracks, Ben quickly stepping to the side before he crashed into you.

You sighed, “How many times are you going to pretend to just ‘run in to me’ at the market, Solo?”

“As many times as it takes for you to talk to me,” He smirked.

“We’re talking now, aren’t we?” You asked blankly, “Besides, surely the Ben Solo has somewhere better to be.”

“Can’t think of anywhere better than right here,” he shrugged, “And you brushing me off hardly counts as talking.”

You frowned. It’s not that you didn’t like Ben. You just didn’t agree with what he did for a living.

“Ah, there’s the look.”

“What look?”

“The one you make when you want to talk to me, but then you remember I’m a smuggler.”

“That’s not a real expression,” you replied flatly, “Now get out out of my way, smuggler. I have things to do today, and engaging with your pathetic attempts to charm me isn’t exactly a priority.”

“Well hang on just a minute, sweetheart–

“Don’t you 'sweetheart’ me,” you scoffed, shoving by him. You cursed as you heard his footsteps following you eagerly.

You tried to ignore his presence behind you, turning your attention to the market stall and eyeing the rows of bouquets of flowers lined up. One in particular caught your eye. You were about to pick it up when you felt Ben’s hand grip your wrist gently. You turned around with a scowl, “Let go.“

“I will, sweetheart,” He flashed you a grin as you rolled your eyes, “But only if you tell me what it will take for this pathetic smuggler to ever gain your affection,” he asked you, his hand reaching up to stroke your cheek gently.

This is the part you hated. Despite everything you had against his chosen profession, you couldn’t deny that Ben Solo was a relentless flirt. And a fantastic one at that.

“I’ll take that smile on your face as a good thing.”

You quickly frowned at his words, shying away from his touch, “You want advice? Try being genuine for once.”

Ben raised his eyebrow, “You think I’m misleading you somehow?”

“I’m sure you can’t be 'Ben Solo: infamous smuggler, ladies’ man and bad boy’ all the time,” you started, “I want to meet the real you.”

“This is the real me,” you could see him getting frustrated now.

“I think you know exactly what I mean… but hey, if you don’t, I’m sure there are plenty of other women in this market you could try and win over,” you told him as you marched off.

“There’s only you, Y/N,” Ben sighed as he watched you walk off, “Only you.”

Three nights later, as you were getting ready to sleep, you heard a knock at your bedroom window. You jumped at the unexpected noise, but curiosity got the better of you as you glanced towards it.

You frowned at the sight as you walked over to open it slightly, “How in the galaxy do you know my address?”

“I asked around about someone called Y/N… gave them an accurate description: beautiful, confident–”

“Alright enough,” you stopped him before he could get carried away, “How did you really find out where I live? This city is enormous!”

“Oh my sweet Y/N, your city is a village compared to some of the other planets I operate in. I just got in touch with a few of my connections, and it took all of five minutes to get your address– I don’t mean to alarm you,” he added as he watched your expression change.

You scowled, “I’m not alarmed, I just have half a mind to push you off this damn ledge.”

“Well before you decide to kill me, let me explain,” Ben said as he gestured for you to open the window fully, his amused expression never faltering. “It’s the least you could do before making me fall to my death.”

You groaned, “Fine. Get in– But if anyone knocks on my door you’re going right out the way you came.”

“Sounds fair, sweetheart,” He said cheerfully as he landed with a low thud.

You glared at him and he gave you a sheepish grin.

“So tell me,” You circled him, “What could I have possibly done to deserve Ben Solo knocking at my bedroom window?“ You asked him mockingly, “And at this ridiculous hour too,” you added with a huff.

“I think we both know you’re enjoying this,” He teased, stepping towards you.

You put a firm hand on his chest to stop him from getting any closer. Had he seriously not listened to anything you said to him during your last encounter? “You said you were going to explain all this. I’m waiting.”

He nodded, “Right, of course. Well, do you remember what you told me at the market a few days ago?”

“I believe I told you a great deal of things that day, you’ll have to be more specific.”

“About being genuine.”

“So is this… I mean are you… being genuine right now?” You went to sit on your bed as you watched him stay put, "Because I’m not sure which version I prefer. The Ben Solo who follows me around the market, or the one who comes knocking at my bedroom window in the middle of the night.”

Ben let out an amused huff. How was it that even while mocking him, he still thought you were the most beautiful person in the entire Galaxy?

“Look, Y/N,” He started, shuffling slightly, “I wanted to bring you a something… Try and be a little ‘genuine’, as you put it.”

Your confusion was quickly met with pleasant surprise as Ben produced a bouquet of flowers from his satchel.

“D-daisies and peonies?… How did you know these are my favourite?” You asked happily as he handed you the flowers, saying a quick thank you as he did so.

“I went back to that stall and asked the merchant which ones you had been looking at. He was confused about who I was talking about at first, until I told him I was buying them for his most beautiful customer.“

There it was again. The word he seemed to love using towards you. “Y- You really think I’m beautiful?”

"Well yes… and clearly the merchant thought so too. He’s the one who told me which flowers you liked, after all.”

"I’m pretty sure I’m that man’s only customer these days,” you laughed, “It’s like one buys flowers in this city anymore.”

“Well now he has two customers,” Ben chuckled, “Just me and you…”

You smiled as you heard his confident tone shy slightly while he spoke.

“Why do you try so hard to impress me?” You couldn’t help but ask, “I-I mean…You can have anyone you want… so why me?”

“Because I can’t get you out of my head, Y/N” Ben said as he stepped forward, “You’re sweet, and by far the most intelligent person I’ve ever met,” he said softly as he put a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“And you’re the only person to ever call me out on being too invested in this whole smuggler image,” he laughed, “You’re not like the other women, Y/N. The ones who agree with every little thing I say, and certainly not like the ones who force themselves on me,” he chuckled again, “So you want to see the real me? Well, here I am. Ben Solo. Just a regular man who can’t stop falling for someone way too good for him.”

“Well this Ben Solo I can see myself falling right back for,” you smiled, grateful that he was showing you the sweeter side of himself.

He grinned, “I would very much like for you to see me as much more than the smuggler you think I am.” He added, “And I want you to see how happy I could make you… you know, the 'real’ me.”

“I think I would like that,” you smiled, “Perhaps there’s still hope for you yet,” You said as you kissed his cheek softly.

With your lips so close to his in that moment, Ben quickly stole a kiss from your lips before looking at you with a gleam in his eye. You were taken aback by his action, trying to hide your growing smile, but it was no use. You couldn’t possibly be mad at him in this moment.

“I will endeavour to be my true self with you, Y/N. But you’ll have more fun kissing the smuggler, promise.”

“I think I can make that one exception then,” you beamed, pressing your lips to his again.

Prompt: Naegi and Kirigiri with Saihara as their child (PS this is spoiler-free and I haven’t played/watched the game so excuse me for mischaracterizing)

A/N for @qosic a WAY belated birthday gift. Dude, I love you so much that I would write naegiri for you. Thanks for being awesome and I hope this will be enough for your forgiveness at my late greeting.

Another Detective in the Family - naegiri with child saihara

When Saihara was born, they never talked about his talent.

Instead the parents cried and cooed at a healthy baby born and how they would protect him and shower him in love. Whether or not he had talent was not a concern of theirs so long as he was happy. Makoto did joke before that he wished their son didn’t inherit his luck if that counted as a discussion. Kyouko was still smooth as ever when she calmly mentioned that their son would most likely inherit his hope. They both blushed at that, him more so than her. It was nice and peaceful and all was right in the world in those moments.

When Saihara grew up, he inevitably showed talent.

At first it was just interest in his parents’ works which then developed into skill. He solved his first mystery when he was four and the culprit was his father who ate his mother’s pudding. It was an easy first case but he had been proud over debunking his father’s alibi. He had a feeling that his mother knew all along but just milked the situation for his father’s reaction. The next time they went grocery shopping, they bought him extra pudding as a reward.

From then on, he pursued mysteries with a wonderlust. He solved them left and right and he grew bolder with each success. It seemed as though he was already set on the path of being a detective just like his mother. However, unlike his mother, he didn’t become cold and distant in his work. He took after his father when it came to being social. He was friendly enough and made sure that everyone was at least  comfortable around him. His mother made no comment on his work ethic and his father cheered him on. He would make them proud.

At the tender age of seven, he was a prodigy.

A prodigy that was still babied by his parents just because they can.

“Mom, I have some news.” He declared as soon as he caught sight of her in the living room.

“Really?” Kyouko asked although judging by her tone, it sounded rhetorical.

Saihara’s smile immediately turned into a scowl or at least it was supposed to be but it came out as a pout. “You already know, don’t you?”

She hummed playfully. “If you say so then what ever gave me away?”

This was a test and he just knew it. Ever since he started showing interest, she also began to train him in subtle ways. Sure it was fun at first but after a few years, it got old fast. Well more like annoying since they were easy and she knew how he felt about the easier tests but still handed them out. Her excuse was that it was to drill in the basics but he knew better and that she just wanted to tease him.

He took a moment to reorganize his thoughts into a concise explanation. “Well you’re early but not too early. That provides just the right time frame for you to meet auntie given his schedule. However, the incriminating evidence is that your blouse has wrinkles around the shoulder area that could only be acquired by someone placing their arms there in a hugging manner. And you never let anyone but auntie do that. Given auntie’s nature, I have no doubt that she already told you about the news.”

Kyouko stared at him, her silence carrying judgement with every passing second. “Nice try.” She curtly said.

“Nice try? Not well done?” He asked incredulously.

“It’s not a bad induction.” She shrugged. “However, it is incorrect.”

“Incorrect?” He gasped. It was like a blow was dealt to his gut.

“I learned about the news from your uncle this morning. Everything else, I planned and planted.” She explained in a collected manner and then surprised him at the tenderness in her touch when she patted his head comfortingly. “It seems that you have much to learn since you were deceived easily.”

“It wasn’t that easy. I’m going to see through it next time.” He grumbled and covered half of his face in embarrassment.

“There, there.” She smiled as she continued to pat him.

Makoto came home shortly after and gave both of them warm hugs. “How was your day, Saihara?” He affectionately brushed his hair.

“M'fine.” He mumbled though he did not pull away.

“Oh, Kyouko. It looks like you already know about the news. Did uncle tell you?” Makoto said when he turned towards her.

“Seriously?” Saihara’s jaw dropped. “How did you even find out about that? I thought mom was the detective between the two of you!”

“I have my fair share of experiences at solving mysteries.” He winked at his son. “I just might be better than you.”

“How??” He squawked at how infuriatingly talented his father was. “At least tell me how you figured it out!”

“A lucky guess?” Makoto just laughed at his son’s scrunched up face. “Just kidding, kiddo. I actually saw them when uncle delivered the news.”

Saihara practically fumed. He was played by his parents. Twice! “I hate you both.” He grumbled.

“Love you more.” Kyouko giggled.

“Love you too!” Makoto chuckled.

Despite Saihara’s weak protests, Makoto pulled the three of them together in for another bear hug which Kyouko obliged. He ended up smiling with them and although he did laugh, he refused to acknowledge that out loud. More than the thrill and satisfaction of solving mysteries, he thought that it was moments like these that topped his list. Here, in the safety and warmth of his loving parents. He forgets and forgives them for teasing but they would never let him forget that he was their beloved son.

When Saihara looked up to his parents, he didn’t think of talent since all he saw was love.

Who’s Mary?

Pairings: Sam W x Sister!Reader / Dean W x Sister!Reader / Mary W x Sister!Reader

Word Count: 491

Warnings: Season 12 spoilers, swearing

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The Wonders of a Mindscape

This is the next lesson on Astral Travel! Enjoy~


What Is a Mindscape?

What I call a Mindscape also goes by many other names: Mindspace and Headspace are a few of the ones I’ve seen most often. A Mindscape is a protected space in the Astral reserved specifically for you. No other entities can enter the Mindscape unless they are A) attached to you in some way or B) have your explicit permission. Often, your mindscape already has many features that you have subconsciously introduced. Sometimes a Spirit Teacher/Guardian/Companion will chill there.

A Mindscape is a place that is influenced by you and your state of being. Let’s say you have a really Nature-y Mindscape. Forest sounds are playing almost all of the time, you can hear the distant waterfall, a gentle breeze is going. When you feel sad, sometimes your Mindscape will become sad right along with you. The Birds might stop singing, the waterfall in the distance might become silent, the air might become still. If rain is a “sad” thing for you, it might even start raining. Because your Mindscape is influenced by you, you can also consciously change it. You can change the landscape, or make flowers grow in a blink of your eye. You can zap a pretty little dress or an awesome leather jacket on yourself and build a castle on top of a shallow mountain. It’s the only place in the Astral where no rules apply.

In no other Astral Space can you do these things because the space will not be connected to you. You might be able to make flowers grow in the blink of an eye, but only if you have the talent, seeds, and energy to do it. If you zap on a piece of clothing, you’re taking that thing from somewhere else in the Astral. Remember this when you start to visit the Astral.

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A Hero in Black (Part One)

Jughead x Reader

Request: Could you write something about the reader being missing and jughead being really worried. And when he finds the reader they have a really romantic moment and he saves her. But not the typical kind of romance. A jughead kind of romance.

Warnings: Kidnapping, swearing

Word count: 2,728

A/N: Think Brandon’s piece he performs at Idyllwild (The Fosters). That’s the kind of good she’s playing here.  I also tried third person so tell me what you think?? I also got very carried away, so I feel it deserves a second part, since i left the prompt kinda (okay very) unfinished. I can’t help myself, I love a good cliff hanger.


(Y/N) sits at home, playing the electric piano in her room. The grand piano downstairs isn’t tuned correctly, so she has to make due. College auditions are coming up, seeing as she’s a junior, and everything has to be perfect. She has at least three auditions for her top picks, and they are all a little less than two months away. She practices every day, for at least two hours a day with no distractions. Her parents barely even notice she’s there anymore, they’re so busy wrapped up in work and whatever else they have going on they couldn’t care less where she is or what she’s doing. They’re out of the house at bars and friends houses most of the weekday. It sounds worse than it actually is, this way, she can practice as loud as she wants anytime she wants without bothering anyone. She likes it like that.

 She has the music laid out in front of her, but she barely needs to look at it, the piece flows out of her fingers from memory. Her eyes close ever so slightly, really feeling every note and rhythm.

“That’s a really fancy version of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star huh?” a voice makes her jump in her seat, causing her fingers to pound on a horrible combination of keys.

She turns her head to see none other than her best friend, and long-time secret crush Jughead Jones leaning on the window frame as he peeks in the room with his head.

“Actually that was Wheels on the Bus.” she mocks, smiling as she spins around on the piano bench, turning to face him, leaning her elbows on her knees.

She mentally kicks herself, because she almost forgot, it was Wednesday, the day that Jughead always comes to write his novel when she practices.  He says her playing makes him write better, or something, but she can hardly believe it.

He climbs in through the open window and takes a seat on the bench right inside it, flopping his book bag on the floor as he does so.

“Well don’t let me interrupt.” He says, holding his hands up as he leans against the window frame before shoving them in his pockets, their usual location.

She can’t help but smirk as she turns back to the piano, placing her fingers lightly over the keys before picking up where she left off before she was so rudely interrupted.

She leans into your music this time, her whole body moving with the notes, and in that moment she could’ve stayed there forever, surrounded by the sound of keys filling the room. She almost forget someone is in there with her, before hearing a light clapping while hitting the last notes.

She lets out a breath, turning to see Jug smiling at her.

“That was good for a beginner.” he teases, getting up and motioning for her to move over.

She obeys, making room for him on the bench in front of the instrument.

He makes a big deal about cracking his knuckles and waving them a whole bunch before overdramatically placing them on the keys ‘delicately.’ She stifles a laugh, putting a hand over her mouth as she waits for what he’s going to do next.

He raises his hands ever so slightly before coming down fast, pounding several dissonant keys before continuing to play what she can only discern as some awful combination of the two mentioned kids songs.

Her hands reflexively go to Her ears, chuckling at his serious face while plays a few more chords, before he finishes with sliding his hand up to the highest note and back down again.

She slowly drops her hands, only slightly concerned he would continue.

“What, no applause?” he asks, giving her the side eye with a raised eyebrow.

“I think you should stick to the keys of the laptop variety.” She tells him, nudging his shoulder.

“Yeah, right.” he scoffs, getting up and going over to his backpack. He sits on the bench by the window again, pulling out his laptop and opening it, “The Jason Blossom case has stalled for the past few months. They haven’t found anything new. My novel has remained a blank page.” he says, looking at something on his laptop.

“Who cares what the cops are saying, weren’t you doing your own investigation with Betty?” she asks, trying not to sound too jealous or put any emphasis on the question. She has to remind herself that he’s allowed to hang out with other people besides her, even if that includes one of the most beautiful girls in school that she could never compete with.

She knows that he’s been investigating for a long time with her, but strangely he’s never talked about it that much. Her guess is that he doesn’t want to bother her with it, her focus being on music and all. She really wouldn’t mind hearing about it, though.

“Yeah, but that came to a screeching halt when we found the car on fire and Polly came home. She said she didn’t have time, but wished me luck.” he says, pulling up the document the novel is located in. Sure enough, it hasn’t been written in in a few weeks.

“You must have been getting close.” She says, taking the music off of the stand and putting it away in a folder on the floor next to her. She contemplates for a moment on the solution. Jughead is obviously very passionate about this, at least for the sake of his novel, and she doesn’t want him to stop something he loves doing. “What if I help you?” she proposes.

“What? (Y/N)? Really?” that gets him to look up, “but you have those auditions, I can’t rope you into all this.”

“Nonsense. I’ve practiced so much my hands might as well fall off and I’ll still be able to play.” She jokes, earning a small smile from her best friend, “come on, let me help.”

He sits and looks at your for a few moments, adjusting his beanie, a strand of his black hair falling to the side of his face as he does.

It seems like the silence goes on forever, when really it’s probably only a few seconds.

“Okay.” He finally says, “but only when you have actual freetime, not when you’re supposed to be practicing.”

“Deal.” she says with a smile, standing up to join him at the window, “when do we start?”


About two weeks later she is in full on investigation mode, while still practicing every day, her audition dates growing closer by the minute. Jughead still comes over every Wednesday, but she sees him a lot more often now. She’s not opposed, but their Wednesday sessions of just sitting with each other while she plays and he writes still hold a special place to her.

Today, in the early Monday afternoon, she’s  in the room with all of the pictures and connections all over the wall, looking over the latest work. They were getting close, she could feel it.

“So he roped you into this?” She hears someone ask, looking over to see Betty, smiling as her hands are on her hips, raising her eyebrows.

You give her a half smile, “More like I volunteered.” she says with a shrug.

“Why?” Betty smirks, walking over, her blonde ponytail bouncing with the sway of her walk.

“I think you know.” (Y/N) says, crossing her arms in a light-hearted way.

“Enlighten me.” Betty gestures to the board, looking at it with (Y/N).

“I wanted to spend more time with him.” (Y/N) admits, a blush coming over her cheeks. She’s a bit surprised at herself for telling Betty this. They’re not really friends, (Y/N) only know her through Jug. It’s the honest truth, though, and it’s not incriminating for a girl to want to spend more time with her best friend. And a friend of Jug is a she could deal with, she tells herself. She only half believes it, though.

“He talks a lot about you.” Betty says, “he talks about the way you play, the jokes you guys make.” she has a sad smile over her face, like there was something she was just realizing.

“Well you guys are pretty close, too. He practically ditched me to hang out with you.” (Y/N) rebuttals, trying to not sound too sassy about it. She knew it wasn’t Betty’s fault, at least not completely.  

Betty stands there, looking at the floor.

“What’s wrong?” (Y/N) asks, noticing Betty’s change in attitude almost immediately.

Betty takes a few breaths, closing her eyes, taking a few moments before responding, “We kissed.”

“What?” (Y/N) asks, turning towards her. A shock going through her system she wasn’t expecting. That can’t be possible, surely Jug would’ve told her something like that. Her vision begins to spin as she tries to process what she’s heard.

“I -we- Jug. I kissed him.” Betty says again, an apologetic look coming over her face, like she’s done something terribly wrong.

“Oh.” is the only thing that can come out of (Y/N)’s lips, her world shattering around her. There was a sliver of hope before today, just a small one that maybe he would like her back, but now… she wasn’t so sure.

“It was nothing, I swear.” Betty lies, trying to make it feel better, trying to erase the bomb she just gave (Y/N). Betty knows that what happened between her and Jughead was wrong in some capacity. Betty knew that deep down, Jughead wants (Y/N), but Betty can’t help her feelings.

“Sure.” (Y/N) says, brushing Betty aside as she walks out of the room and down the school steps. She needs to get away, she decides, just for today. She needs to disappear for the afternoon to think.

She walks as far as she can away from town, wanting to get some fresh air. She knows that she’s probably being a little over dramatic, but at the same time she doesn’t care. If Jughead is her best friend, why is he still such a mystery?

A car pulls up beside her, but she doesn’t think anything of it. She isn’t concerned with anyone else now.

She hears a window roll down, but she ignores the sound.

Her heart beats are starting to increase, though, making the slow moving car feel like a heavy weight on her chest. There is definitely something fishy going on. She begins to speed up, but the car starts to follow. She slows down, it keeps pace.

She’s afraid to look over now, but out of her peripheral vision she can see a figure in a mask, driving a white van with tinted windows. Of course, the most obvious thing parents tell their children to stay away from.

She closes her eyes for a moment to catch a breath, trying to decide on what to do. She is too far out of town to run all the way back without causing a scene or them catching up. Her phone is in her backpack, and it will be too obvious as to what she’s doing if she tries that.

She’s stuck.

A touch catches her off guard as she spins around, and then doubles over in pain as the man makes a swift punch to her gut. Her backpack falls to the ground, her notebooks falling all over the gravel side of the road.

Before she knows it she’s being thrown in the back of the darkened vehicle, the stench of alcohol and weed filling her nostrils, making her gag. Her hands are tied tightly behind her back with rope before whoever her captor is closes the door, plunging her in darkness.

The car begins to move, and she has a sinking feeling she might be in some deep shit.


Jughead knocks on the bedroom window later the in the week, on Wednesday, of course. He hasn’t seen in her in a few days, seeing as they don’t have any classes together, he assumes she was probably busy practicing and taking a bit of time off from the murder case.

The window is closed, which is unusual. Normally (Y/N) leaves the window open a crack for him, always playing piano. He loves to sit and listen to her play, teasing her and writing when he has the time.

Her playing is one of the only things that can calm him in the midst of dealing with his dad and his novel. Her help with the murder is beginning to lighten the load, it seems like she spends just as much time on making connections as she does making music.

He cups a hand around his eyes as he peers in through the window, looking for a sign of her in the room. There’s nothing, though, which is also odd. He has been coming over every Wednesday since he can remember, since they were little kids. He comes in through the window, always.

He pulls out his phone and opens a text message to her.

‘i need to play my rendition of “The Itsy Bitsy Spider” for you. where are you?’ he writes, pressing send, trying to make it sound as light hearted and not needy as possible. He knows she’s busy, that she may still be doing school work or out running errands, but it’s just so unlike her to not be practicing in her room on a weekday afternoon.

There’s no response, so he waits. He waits for an hour, which turns into two.

Soon it’s sunset, and still no sign of (Y/N).


The next day, Thursday, he approaches Betty.

“I need your help.” he says, making her heart flutter in her chest despite her protests to make it stop.

“What is it?” Betty asks.

“I know you said you don’t want to do any more investigating, but I think (Y/N) is in trouble.” he says under his breath.

“What? No, I just saw her Monday.” she says, pulling the books she is carrying closer to her chest.

“She wasn’t there yesterday. She’s always there on Wednesdays.” he says, a sinking feeling coming over his chest. Deep down, he knew.

“Maybe she forgot?” Betty shrugs. It’s not like she doesn’t care, because she does, she just knows that her and (Y/N) are in rocky territory right now, and she’s not even sure if she could call them friends. She wants to be friends, but knows it probably won’t happen.

“She doesn’t forget.” He argues.

“She’s probably fine, Jug, you’ll probably see her later. Don’t worry about it.” she dismisses him as the bell rings, walking down the hall.

The thing is, he can’t dismiss this feeling. This feeling of trouble.

He adjusts his beanie and begins to make a plan, trying to think like (Y/N) would. He exits the school, walking down the road. He notices a music notebook along the road out of town, and he knows she was there. She must have dropped it, or it must have fell. He looks around, and only then does he notice skid marks driving off the road on the other side of the road. They were fresh, like they had been caused only a few days prior. The tracks continued through the grass, off into the distance.

He contemplates what to do, looking at her stuff once more.

He kneels down and opens the notebook, reading the music notes on the page. On the top, the title of the song read, “A Hero in Black”. Underneath, “for Jughead”. His heart wrenched, looking at all of the marks on the page. It looks as if it’s been redone about a million times, pencil marks everywhere, notes appearing in patterns he can’t understand. There’s a pain in his chest, and suddenly he knows.

It took her disappearing for him to realize, but he likes her, and he needs to tell her. He may be overreacting, but a part of him doesn’t care. Wherever she is, he needs to get to her, in a cheesy-romantic kind of way that kind of makes him of want to vomit, but pulls on his heart like nothing else ever has.

And so, he sets off down the road, not knowing where it’ll take him.


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Behind The Album - Harry Styles Mini Series (Part 5)

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Part 4

Harry ended the call as soon as he heard the word boyfriend. He was beyond confused at this point. As far as he knew you were single and you sure as hell acted single. Harry didn’t know how to approach this, but he knew he would have to ask you about it soon because he wasn’t about to become the other man. 

He grabbed the glasses and snacks before heading back into his room. You were sitting up in his bed wearing his shirt, but had it fully unbuttoned. 

“Took you long enough,” you laughed. “Did they come back yet?” 

“No, they’re not back yet,” he said sitting down on the bed. 

You were on your knees behind him and wrapped your arms around his shoulder. You were trailing kisses along his neck as he sat there. He put his hand on your arm and turned his head towards. 

“Earlier you asked me if you were just going to be a fling for me,” he said. “What about me? Am I a fling to you?” 

You looked at him confused. “What do you mean? I told you I wanted this to go beyond here,” you said. 

“Then who’s Max?” He asked. 

You leaned away from him. “How do you know about him?” 

“So, it’s true?” Harry said standing up. “You’ve got a fucking boyfriend? And you fucked me! You lead me the fuck on talking about all this romantic bullshit while you were worried I was the one using you, but it was you using me this whole fucking time?”

“Woah, Woah, Woah,” you said. “Max is not my boyfriend. I don’t have a boyfriend. Other than whatever this is, I’m single. I wasn’t leading you on and I’m not using you.” 

“So, you’re telling me that this guy has called you multiple times in the last fucking hour and that he desperately wants you to call him back and told me he was your boyfriend when he’ s not?” Harry said. 

You sighed. “Yes,” you said. “Max and I’s relationship is complicated.” 

“He’s your ex then?” Harry asked. “You really gotta give me some fucking details, love, because I’m losing my shit over this.” 

“Okay, I’ll tell you, but calm the fuck down first before you make a hole in the floor,” you said. 

He sighed stopping what he was doing and crossing his arms to look at you. 

“Max and I are friends, just friends, but recently he’s been trying to become more than friends with me,” you said. “I don’t like him in that way and I’ve told him that, but that still hasn’t kept him from acting very possessive towards me Anytime he sees me talking to a guy, he gets jealous. I told him to stop and that if he didn’t I couldn’t be around him anymore. Before I came out here, I was out with some friends and this guy was asking me to take a picture of him and his girlfriend and Max fucking lost it. He went up to the guy and punched him in the face. After that, I told him to leave me alone and that while I’m gone he needed to change or else we’re done as friends.” 

“And I guess when he heard you answer my phone, he wanted to make it seem like he and I were together and for you to stay away,” you said. 

“Did he ever hurt you?” He asked quickly. 

You shook your head. “No, he never laid a hand on me.” 

He nodded and sat down on the bed again. 

“So, you believe me?” you whispered. 

“I have no reason not to believe you,” he said. “The only thing I care about is whether you had a boyfriend or not and if you’re playing me. As long as neither is true, then I believe it.” 

“I promise you,” you whispered. “I’d never be the type of person who cheats on people and I would never string you along just to hurt you,” you added placing your forehead against yours. 

“I’m sorry I got so upset before I let you explain things,” he said. 

“Well, I can see why you do though, I’m sure if some girl told me that she was your girlfriend, I’d be a little freaked out too,” you giggled. 

“I can tell you right now, I only have one girlfriend,” he said looking in your eyes. 

“Uh, excuse me?” You asked. 

“You, you dork,” he laughed. 

“Really?” you blushed. 

“Well, I mean yeah, as long as you want to be that is,” he said. 

“Of course I want to be,” you smiled. 

“Good, now come here before they get back,” he smirked pulling you onto his lap. 

**

It had been a few days since you and Harry made it official. You two kept it professional during business hours, which only made all the hours after that much hotter. You two made up for all the lack of kissing and touching as much as you could before you were back into business mode. 

Most everyone in the house kept their mouths shut about you and Harry, however, you made the mistake of wearing a tank top that revealed a few love bites along the cleavage of your chest. No one teased you about it, but you caught the snickers and smirks towards Harry. 

You were in the studio filming again while Harry was finishing recording the songs. Tomorrow you’d all be back in to film a choir who would be coming in to put some vocals on a few of the songs. Ever since that night, Max had kept calling you and sending you texts on your phone. A few of them were quite upsetting and possessive that they freaked you out. 

You didn’t show them to Harry though because you didn’t want him to think it was a bigger deal than it really was. You’ve known Max for ages and he wasn’t always like that. Plus, he had never hurt you before, so you weren’t too worried about anything happening. 

Once Harry finished in the studio, you all headed out for dinner. You sat next to Harry at the table and he kissed your head. 

“You two are just so cute,” Jeff smirked. 

“Fuck off, mate,” Harry laughed. 

“But it’s true,” Mitch smirked. 

“I think I like it better when you’re quiet,” he laughed. 

“Don’t be mean,” you scolded. 

“Hey, whose side are you on exactly?” He asked. 

“Theirs,” you said. 

“What? Over your own boyfriend, Y/N?” He gasped.

“Yes,” you said. “They were simply being nice and complimenting us on our relationship, yet you’re the one who told them to fuck off and to shut up, so you’re the mean one here.” 

“Oh, we’ll see who the mean one really is tonight, baby,” he smirked into your ear. 

“Can’t wait,” you smirked. 

“And we’re eating,” Mitch said. 

You giggled and took a sip of your drink. 

After dinner, while everyone got dropped off at the house, you and Harry decided on going for a walk down the beach. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder as you two walked down the shore. 

“I know we have at least another week or so here, but uh, maybe we should start talking about how we’re going to be together once we leave,” you said. 

“Well, I’m going back to London,” he said. “And I have some things coming up there that I want to put in the documentary…” 

“Is that you’re way of making sure I’m leaving with you?” you giggled. “By hiring me to follow you.” 

“Don’t say it like that,” he laughed. “It sounds like I’m buying a hooker.” 

You laughed. “I’ll have to look at my schedule. I don’t think I have anything booked right after this because I wasn’t sure how long I’d be here.

“Good thing, I never gave you end date,” he joked. 

You shook your head with a laugh. 

“I’ve uh, I’ve meaning to ask you, have you called Max back?” He asked. 

“No, I haven’t,” you said. “But he has still been contacting me.” 

“Really?” He asked. 

“Yeah, he’s not exactly happy, from what I’ve gathered in his messages,” you said. 

“Can I see or hear them?” He asked. 

You sighed pulling your phone out of your pocket and getting his texts up. You gave the phone to Harry and he quickly started to read them and scroll through them. 

“That piece of shit,” he said. “Why didn’t you tell me he was sending you these?” 

“Because it’s not that big of a deal,” you shrugged. 

“You don’t think him saying that you belong to him and no one else is a big deal?” He asked. “That’s a huge fucking deal.” 

“He’s just upset,” you said. 

“If you were in a relationship with this guy, all of these things would be red flags, he said. “I think you need to talk to him and tell him that you don’t want to talk to him anymore and he shouldn’t contact you for a while.” 

“I already did that, before I got here,” you said. 

“Well, then maybe he needs to hear from me,” he said. “I don’t like him talking to you like that.” 

You sighed. “I don’t know if that would just make things worse,” you said. 

“Things aren’t great right now,” he said. “You’re my girlfriend, Y/N, and I don’t want some jealous, unstable guy, talking to you.” 

You sighed. “Okay, we can call him tonight.” 

Harry nodded and kissed your head. 

**

You were laying on Harry’s bed in his shirt, while he was messing around on the guitar. You were debating on how to handle the Max situation because even though you were sure that Max wouldn’t do anything too extreme, you had to admit that you didn’t feel comfortable with how he was being towards you. 

Something you felt for a really long time. You looked back at Harry, who was writing something down. 

“Whatcha writing about?” You asked. 

“Oh, you know just the beautiful view I’ve got here in Jamaica,” he smirked. 

“Are you poetic or actually talking about the beach view outside?” you laughed. 

“Hm, I’m talking about the view of the beautiful, sexy, amazing, woman in my bed right now,” he smirked leaning over you. 

You giggled puckering your lips for a kiss. He pressed his lips against yours and put his hand on your lower back. Just when things started to heat up, your phone started ringing. You groaned picking it up and see Max’s picture.

“It’s Max,” you said. 

“Answer it,” he said. 

You sighed answering it. “Hey, Max,” you said. 

“Finally! I was beginning to think you were kidnapped or something,” he said. 

“Nope, I’ve just been working,” you said. 

“You get a lunch break right and time during the night?” He asked. 

“Yeah, but uh… I’ve been doing other things,” you said. 

“Well, you could have at least responded to a text,” he said. “And what about that guy I talked to too, didn’t he tell you I called.” 

“He did, yes,” you said. “But Max, remember we’re supposed to be taking a break from one another.” 

‘You were serious about that?” He asked. 

“Yeah, I was Max, what you did that night, never should have happened and these texts you’ve been sending…. Max, you need to realize that I’m not yours. I’m your friend and that’s all,” you said. 

“It’s that guy, right? The one who answered your phone? He’s trying to take you away from me,” Max said. 

“The only person taking me away from you is you. You’re pushing me away with how you’re acting. Max, we’ve been friends for years and I do care about you and want you in my life, but I can’t keep doing this when you’re acting this,” you said. 

“Acting like what?” He asked. “Sorry that I fucking love you and just want to be with you. That guy will never be good enough for you and he sure as hell isn’t going to love you like I do.” 

You sighed rubbing your head. “Max, I-I don’t love you. I don’t want to be with you and because I care about you, I think it’ll be better if we just go our separate ways for now.” 

“What are you saying, Y/N?” Max asked. 

“I’m saying that I can’t be your friend, not when you need time to get to me,” you said. “There’s someone out there for you, Max, but I’m not her.” 

“Fine, but you’re going to regret this, Y/N,” he said before ending the call. 

You sighed looking over at Harry. “Why do I feel like shit right now?” 

“Because you’re a good person,” he whispered wrapping his arms around your shoulder. “And like you said, you care about him and he’s been a good friend for ages, so while you know this is the best thing for you and him right now, it still hurts you.” 

You nodded wrapping your arms around him. He smiled laying the two of you back and your legs intertwined with each other. 

“Maybe one day, he’ll move on and you two can be friends again,” he whispered. 

“I hope so,” you whispered. 

Harry pressed a kiss to your lips before pulling the blanket over the both of you. 

“It’s going to be okay, baby,” he whispered. 

“I know,” you said. “Thank you for being here for me.” 

“Of course, I’m your boyfriend. It’s what I do,” he laughed. 

“You enjoy saying that don’t you?” you asked. 

“Saying what? The fact that I’m your boyfriend?” He smirked. 

“Yeah, that,” you giggled. 

“I do,” he nodded. 

“I like hearing it,” you smiled. 

“Good,” he smirked kissing your nose. 

You laughed pulling away a bit “Good night,” you said. 

‘Night, baby,” he whispered before turning off the lights and pulling you closer to him as you both went to sleep. 

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Ash’s Writing Challenge (3) - Little Red Riding Hood - This is the story behind Negan’s red scarf - [continued]

Negan x Female Reader

A/N:  This is a short story based on the Little Red Riding Hood. <33 This is a three part series for @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash challenge xx I’m sorry this took forever to post I’ve been in a bad writing rut >.< –  Special shoutout to this beautiful soul @daintyunicorn for helping me out in my time of need <33  <– you guys…her work is FIRE, if you  haven’t checked out her stuff, her one shots are soo good, and ‘The Hills’ is one of my favorite fics!

Tags: NSFW, SMUT 

The Wolf (1) || Masterlist

Originally posted by mypapawinchester

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Beware the charm of men. 

Since you were a teenager, you were taught that no man looks at a woman with honesty. That the minute they lay eyes on you they are consumed by lust. They will use their wits to ease you into their trap and then devour your mind, body and soul the instant chance they get. Those words were implemented by your grandmother, and they lingered in your head as you sat down next to the handsome stranger. You were the last person that wanted to admit she was right, but you couldn’t ignore how unsettled you were. You glued your eyes to the deteriorating wood, admiring the fire dancing wildly atop of it. 

Noticing you avoid his stare, the man responded with a sigh and rested his forearm on his knee while extending his other leg out to get comfortable. “What happened to your group?” 

“Pardon me?” 

“You mentioned that you haven’t been on your own that long, which means at some fucking point you were with others. What happened?” 

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