what a fanfic that would make

anonymous asked:

do you ever feel like after the final book MAYBE after the movies if it would be ever made. this fandom will soon fade away. OUR FANDOM😩😩😩😩

I hope not. I hope it’s like Percy Jackson or Harry Potter and it doesn’t fade. And not like Twilight, Divergent or The Hunger Games.
But I also know that this fandom is deeply entwined in the whole “what’s going to happen”. So maybe.
I hope not though. I hope people will still be making pictures, edits, headcannons, fanfics and such.
But there is always that possibility. :(

Introducing Draco to Social Media Would Include:
  • “Face… book?”
  • “Tumblr? Isn’t there supposed to be an ‘e’ in there somewhere? I don’t trust it.”
  • “Who is Instagram and why does she sound so tacky?”
  • His favorite filter on Snapchat is the dog filter because he’s just that white.
  • His story is 200 snaps long and all about Potter.
  • “Tweeter?”
  • Whenever he gets a notification from Twitter and the phone makes that bird sound, he screams like a little girl.
  • “Whats the point of making a video if it’s only six seconds long? I can’t even finish my sentence in six seconds.”
  • “Besides, why have eight different social media accounts that do the same thing? You can post short videos of yourself on Vine, Insta-whatever and Snapchat… Why are Muggles so redundant?”
  • BUT YOUTUBE THO
  • He loves Dan and Phil, obvi
  • You find him two weeks later in the bedroom singing ‘I’m a Barbie Girl’ in front of a camera without a shirt on.
  • “Uh… Draco… What are you doing?”
  • “I WAS MAKING A VIDEO FOR THE YOUTUBE! LOOK AWAY!”

Originally posted by love-fear-and-youth

I Would Never Call It Love

I Would Never Call It Love

Based off of one of my favorite songs by EDEN.

Summary: Y/N and Calum made an arrangement a long time ago, one that would never make it in the media, and not even their closest friends would know. It was strictly a time of intimacy between the two of them. But Calum can’t take it anymore. What happens when he finally voices out that he broke their most sacred rule? Don’t. Fall. In. Love.


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KLANCE FIC RECS

Since i spend every night curled up in a ball at 3 a.m. reading klance fics i thought i would let you guys know some of my favorites ! 

in no particular order i give you my top klance ao3 fanfictions (that i have come across so far) 

I HAVE A TON MORE RECS SO LEMME KNOW IF YOU WANT A PART TWO!!


or even a dan and phil fanfic rec/ a larry fanfic rec

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Imperfect Pair (04)

Originally posted by chimchams

Reader x Jungkook, Reader x Taehyung

Word Count: 9.2k

Genre: Angst, ArrangedMarriage!AU

A/n: Thank you for your input on the last one, I really appreciate it! I have a new question for you, if you don’t mind answering. What do you expect to happen in the next part? What are your predictions? It would be fun to know and it will help me make sure it doesn’t end too predictably. Thank you for reading!

Series: 01 / 02 / 03 / 04 / 05

Description: The government is in charge of matching everyone up with a partner, the person they believe you are the most compatible with. You get assigned Jungkook, who looks perfect on his profile and even more perfect in person. You are later reminded however, that perfection does not exist, and not everything in life will go as planned.

Mornings

              You cursed out his name as you forced yourself away from the warmth of your bed, the loud shrieking of his alarm ringing endlessly throughout the apartment. You walked blindly and angrily through the dark, ready to reveal that you were one of the worst morning people on the planet. You spotted his alarm clock blinking brightly on his desk, stalking across the room and past him to smack your palm down on it with a force that made you sure you were going to have to buy him a new one.

              Your eyes shot to him sprawled out against the cushions, reaching out to him to violently shake him into the world of consciousness as he had done to you. Your grip froze on his shoulder as he let out a small groan, your mind suddenly picking up on the feverish temperature of his skin and his pained expression, realizing all at once why he hadn’t gotten up to turn off his alarm. You pulled your hand away from him quickly as you backed away apologetically, snapping out of the drowsiness that had fogged your mind. He winced as he rolled over on his side, his movements slow and pained, a layer of sweat visible over his face and neck.

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Hey look, a month ago i was cocky as shit, thinking I knew exactly how Sherlock series 4 would go. I laid back on my heels, quit writing meta, and enjoyed the moment. I was too confident in my abilities to read the subtext and to play the game. I spent too much time being gay and ogling Amanda Abbington, writing Hopkins/Molly fanfic, and shipping Johnlock. I completely ignored all the signs that The Final Problem would play out like this, so much so that when seeing it I felt like I was smacked directly in the face. I’ll own up to it – i had no idea this was coming. Looking back, I’m glad, because it’s good to make a fool of yourself in front of thousands of strangers sometimes. Your true colors come out that way. How you handle yourself afterward speaks volumes.

People saying, “You are in denial about what’s going on with The Final Problem” are absolutely not grasping what’s going on. The signs were all there ahead of time, I just ignored them. We all did. Instead of questioning, writing, decoding – we celebrated.

I will not stop decoding this show, I will not stop playing The Great Game. I will not stop questioning what i see. Because now I know what happens when I do.

3. Wingman // Nurseydex

« {Part 3 of my Valentine’s collection.} »

a/n: sorry, this is two days late, but it’s also almost 3k, so…. hopefully that makes up for the tardiness? also! please note that this fic doesn’t have anything to do with ngozi’s short comic, wingman. your characters are safe. content warning for underage alcohol usage.

This is definitely not what Dex signed up for.

He’d expected Nursey Patrol to involve limiting Nursey’s shots and keeping him from dancing on tables, which, okay, would have sucked, but this is honestly not much better.

“Soooo, have you met Dex?” Nursey says for the third time this night, like imitating Neil Patrick Harris is still funny. He’s dragged Dex over to yet another group of female athletes that he’s going to have to do his best to avoid for the next three years of his college career. Nice.

“Hi,” Dex says awkwardly. “I’m Dex.”

“Pssh, I just said that,” Nursey says, slinging an arm over Dex’s shoulder and leaning on him only a little more heavily than he night have done sober. “He’s usually a lot brighter than this, ladies. He’s a CompSci major­—super smart with computers and shit. Plus all that typing means he’s good with his fingers, if you know what I mean. Just look at those hands—”

“Okay, that’s enough, Nurse. Sorry, you guys, um. Bye.”

He pulls Nursey away from the girls and—fuck, he’s pretty sure one of them is in his Stats class, dammit. Nursey stumbles behind him obediently, letting Dex drag him over to the kitchen. Dex fills nursey a glass of water and Nursey drinks it dutifully, standing next to the fridge.

“Okay, so remind me why you’re trying to humiliate me in front of half of Samwell’s female population?” Dex demands when Nursey finishes the glass.

“‘M not humiliating you,” Nursey insists, then waggles his ridiculous eyebrows. “I’m trying to get you laid.”

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Giving a Little Extra at Extra Life

A Team Big O fanfic written by Achievement Hunter’s very own Larry Matovina.

Transcribed by Mod Friend (amythestquill).

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Finally, the annual Rooster Teeth Extra Life stream, the day so many Rooster Teeth fans had been waiting for. They never knew what kind of shen-hooligans to expect from their favourite RT staffers. Would Gus die of alcohol poisoning? Would Matt and Jeremy up the ante this time by making out with tongue for three minutes straight? Or would something totally unexpected happen?

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Dating Sam Winchester Would Include:

Originally posted by samwinchesterappreciation

Author’s Note: I’ve lost all sense of what day it is anymore, so I’m sorry I forgot to post on Friday. I hope this version of dating x would include makes up for it! - Haley xx 


  • Meeting at Stanford
  • Being a hunter just like him
  • Wearing his flannels, including the rusty bacon one
  • Showing together
  • You telling him “I love you” first
  • Sam waiting a long time to tell you “I love you”
  • Him not wanting to lose you 
  • Sam telling you what happened to Jess
  • You believing in Sam one hundred percent
  • Cuddling together
  • Waking up to shoulder kisses
  • Comforting him down after nightmares
  • Holding hands in public
  • Kissing in front of Dean
  • Researching together
  • Jogging together
  • Being proud of Sam when he says no to Lucifer
  • Being proud of Sam no matter what he’s done
  • Reassuring Sam that everything that has happened to him, was not his fault
  • Calming him down after fights with Dean
  • Being like a sister to Dean
  • Being best friends with Castiel
  • Sneaking dogs in The Bunker to make him feel better
  • Loving him no matter what
  • Holding him close during bad times
Why I Don’t Make Office Small Talk

Scene: Following an exceptionally boring meeting a colleague and I are avoiding contractual responsibilities in favour of bemoaning our current employment.

Colleague: So if you didn’t do this, what would you do?

Me: (distractedly) Write.

Colleague: Oh cool, whacha write?

Me:  *don’t say fanfic don’t say fanfic, don’t say fanfic* Ah urm…

Colleague: Whatever it is it’s probably cool, so long as it’s not Harry Potter erotica. That shit’s weird.

Me: Harry Potter erotica? *10k Wolfstar knotting falls out of pocket*  Never heard of such a thing!  *buries Drarry enemies-to-lovers muggle!au under pile of files*  Are you sure that’s a real thing? *drops Scorbus first-time fluff*  Doesn’t sound real to me!  *grabs Linny lemon and runs for the hills*

Smiles
  • Remus hated Sirius’ smile
  • he really hated it
  • how come that they have a perfect smile?
  • not only that but Sirius could actually pull it out every bloody moment
  • and worse: making it work
  • “What’s happening, Moons?” and a flashing smile
  • “Moony-kins, how abouy you pass me your potion homework’s answers?” and a flirty smile
  • “Moony, I have this bloody good idea” and a pretencious smile
  • and he hated it
  • because Sirius would always get away with whatever they wanted just for that damn smile of them
  • and trough days were passing, things were getting worse
  • now it was not only the fact that he found it irking and somehow irritating
  • but also that the wolf found them interestingly nerve wrecking
  • and each time that bloody smile of them appeared, something inside of him shouted to take the matter into his hands
  • and he wasn’t sure if he wanted to punch them or else
  • like kissing or pinning them over a wall and take that matter into his hands
  • so he just decided to avoid that nerve crushing smile
  • and the best resolution was to avoid the person that managed to performance it perfectly
  • because somehow that fact in his head made total sense
  • but after a few weeks avoiding Sirius as much as possible, things were getting out of control
  • he found that not only the black haired kid seemed more sheepesly around him that what he remembered
  • but also he found himself more annoyed than usual
  • so on a snowy afternoon, after almost everyone went to The Three Broomsticks or Honeydukes except Sirius’ and himself for strange it sounds he decided to face the problem
  • he was nervous but ready to confront them
  • he had a whole conversation planned with possible outcomes and well planned responses in his head
  • he was ready
  • but everything went to bloody hell in the exact second that he stood in the common room in front of Sirius, who was looking outside from a window
  • and from the total grimace of their face, their eyes suddenly on his and a sincere happy smile lit up on their face
  • and it made Remus’ heart skip a beat
  • and that was it
  • before he could stop himself, his hands were behind Sirius’ neck and his lips crashed clumsily into theirs
  • the black haired kid stood surprised, until Remus broke apart with a growl stuck in his throath from what seemed desire it was actually that
  • “I hate those fucking smiles, they drive me crazy”
  • Sirius bit their bottom lip and gave out a kind of sexy half smile
  • seconds after, a new clumsy kiss crashed with their lips now with more energy and nibbles involved
  • Remus hated Sirius’ smiles
  • or at least that’s what he thought
Arranged Love | Jungkook

Originally posted by jungxook

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 14.5 | Part 15Part 16 | Part 17 | Part 18 | Part 19 | Epilogue

Summary: Whatever happened to true love? To fairytale romance? Where was that magical spark, those lingering kisses, the butterflies in your stomach, the fireworks in your heart? Where was the romance and the honesty in a forced love, in a forced marriage between you and Jungkook?

Word Count: 4,535

Genre: fluff and soon to be angst

A/N: So, someone requested an arranged marriage series with Jungkook, and someone else requested a scenario where the reader and Jungkook are dating for publicity so I figured I would combine the two and make it into a chaptered fanfic

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Bellamy Blake imagine: More Than Friends

Requested by @jazminblake (I am really sorry that it’s taken me so long to write this. Hopefully you will like it.)

Summary: Reader and Bellamy are close friends, but it doesn’t look that way. They act more like a couple. One day it makes Clarke, who is really jealous of the reader, confess to Bellamy about her feelings for him. But he rejects her and tells her, he loves reader. Then he tells the same to reader.

Word count: 2127


Originally posted by sassmastersarahkv

“What would this beautiful lady want to drink?” I rolled my eyes at a bartender, standing behind our makeshift bar. He kept flirting with me all the time even though I had made it clear it’s pointless.

“Just a water,” I waved him off not being in the mood for hearing his annoying voice.

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Don’t want You to Hate Me

Hi guys! I’m finally back from my holidays. This is the first request that I finished from my list. It has been sent to me way too long ago. I apologize it took so long. 

Plot: When Y/N awakes in a hospital, she has no idea what could have possibly happened to her and that Harry thinks telling her would make her hate him, doesn’t exactly help either. 

Warnings: I have no idea about medicine so I hope the few medicine things I mentioned aren’t too wrong. 
Also: Smut ahead. Not much, but still. 

Gif isn’t mine sadly.

Having Harry’s lips on mine for the first time, felt as if I had been under water all my life and finally learned how to breath. The hold his hands had taken on my hips was tight, but not too much and made me feel safe and secure, as if he’d rather die than not keeping me close to his body. I welcomed the pressure of his weight on top of me and almost whined when his chest pressed against mine. If it were anyone other than him, I’m sure I would have felt embarrassed. But it was Harry, the beautiful, handsome guy I’d given my heart to long ago, and I couldn’t imagine anything better than giving him my body, too.
His tongue felt good when it slipped into my mouth and the gasp falling from my mouth was quickly shushed when he groaned and deepened the messy kiss, leaving my mind in a dizzy state. My own hands were wound into his hair and clasping the back of his neck, wanting to keep him close and needing to hold something when I felt his fingers pull down the sipper of my jeans after undoing the button. Soon he’d pull off my jeans, soon he’d be touching me with only my panties on. He’d taken off my shirt what felt like a long time ago. I couldn’t remember him touching me without feeling the warm pressure of his hands against my naked skin. His fingers sprawled out over my ribcage to hold me still. It felt right. Like his hands were meant to squeeze and stroke me like that.
I whined when I felt his arousal against my thigh, a rush of both, excitement as well as fear flooding through me. My nails scratched the back of his head and Harry moaned and kissed me even deeper, the pressure of his mouth somehow comforting and instantly capable of slowing my hastily beating heart.
Harry’s lips moved from my lips and to my neck, a heavy groan followed my quiet profanities tumbling from his mouth at the friction of his crotch against mine. His eyes squeezed shut in pleasure and I longed to hear him groan again. The knowledge that I made him feel good was almost as pleasing to me as the fingers he used to rub my most sensitive area, trying to satisfy the needy feeling he’d caused in my lower stomach. I whimpered and turned my head in search for his lips, momentarily getting completely lost in the feelings rushing through my body. Harry hummed against my lips and the noise distracted me from him pulling off the last piece of clothing both of us were wearing. I was brought back to the reality of the moment when I felt his naked body pressing against mine again, gently forcing me to open my legs a little further, allowing him to nestle between them.

Once he was settled and had his naked body pressed against mine, his eyes found mine again. A smile pulled at his lips and I couldn’t help but smile, too.
The man hovering above me was the most precious person, someone I held so dearly in my heart.

“Harry,” I whispered, somehow unable to say anything else.

My hand touched his cheek and Harry leaned his head into my palm, kissing the skin softly. This gesture almost felt more intimate than the fact that we were naked together.

I wanted to tell him how in love with him I was. Wanted him to know how incredibly happy this moment made me, but I couldn’t find the courage. And when he moved forward and connected both of our bodies together, I was too busy holding onto him and allowing the pleasure he gave me to consume my mind, as that I could have found any words to proclaim my adoration for him.

…..

My eyelids felt heavy as they weighed down on my cheeks and I had to try twice until I managed to expose my orbs to a bright white light and an equally white ceiling. It almost felt blinding and a small whimper left my lips as a heavy ache throbbed through my head, hurting so badly it made me sick instantly. A breath escaped me with a hitch and fright cursed through me like a lightning as I next tried and failed to move my legs. Not even my toes obeyed the command to move and so I lay helplessly on a mattress that I was certain wasn’t mine, incapable of comprehending what it was that had happened to me. The pain in my head increased but my heart hammered in relief when I managed to tilt my head to the side, finally able to observe my surroundings. My body was sprawled out on a pale blue bed and a frown took over my forehead when my eyes fell onto the tubes stuck into the veins of my arm, allowing a turbid looking liquid into my blood.

What on earth was going on?

My lips opened and I let out a small cry, the loud beeping noise miming my heartbeat feeding into the awful pain my head was consumed by.
I jerked in fear when a warmth attached to my hand and I let out a high pitched yelp, but calmed quickly when a familiar pair of piercing green orbs came into view.

Harry’s pale pink lips moved but I couldn’t hear his voice and his frightened looking eyes widened at my horrified expression. The hand he’d used to touch my fingers moved up and I relaxed slightly when he moved to cradle my face with both of his palms. Harry leaned in closer to me and though I still couldn’t move, the warmth of his breath on my face always eased my nerves.

“Ha-” I tired, my voice dry and hardly a whisper, “Harry.”

My heart broke. His eyes were blurry with tears and his bottom lip looked bitten and split. His thumbs drew small circles onto my cheekbones, still looking at me with an utterly defeated expression. His face was flushed and his eyelids double their size, indicating he had cried.

“Oh, Sweetheart,” Harry sighed.

His fingers touched my skin with such care and delicacy, I wondered if he feared I’d break apart otherwise. His eyes were filled with sadness and all I wanted to do was reach out for him and hold onto him, making the pain torturing him go away.

I tried to speak, but Harry quickly shook his head and shushed me gently.

“No, no, baby,” he cooed and brushed some loose strands from my forehead, “You needn’t say anything, okay? Here.”

Harry swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple moving visibly as he let go of my face with one hand and reached over to somewhere beside my head. A glass came into view and he carefully placed a straw to my lips, encouraging me to drink. I hummed in relief as the cold liquid ran down my throat and Harry kept observing me close.

“Are you in pain?” Harry asked quietly.

I wanted to lie so badly, scared his face would fall completely if I told him how much my head ached and how my stomach started to feel like there was a hot iron stabbing me from within.

“You are,” Harry whispered, his hands stroking my skin still, before taking the now empty glass from me. “Oh baby, I’m so sorry.”

“Harry,” I whispered, “where am I?”

He looked surprised by my question for a moment. A frown decorated his forehead and he swallowed visibly. Oh god. What had happened to me? Was I supposed to remember what had gone wrong?

“You’re in the hospital, darling,” Harry answered quietly, slowly crouching down so he could come closer to my face, one of his hands traveling down to hold onto my fingers, the other still touched to my cheek, “You had a car accident when you were driving home from my place. Do you remember staying at mine?”

“Only us cooking dinner,” I replied, the fade memory of us standing at his stove whilst cooking together replaying in my head, “Everything after is a blur.”

His expression turned and my fingers clenched weakly under his hand, trying to somehow comfort him as tears spilled onto his cheeks.

“Don’t cry.”

“M'sorry,” he apologized quickly, “don’t want to upset you. S'just…”

Harry shook his head and suddenly looked away.

“It’s just what?” I asked.

He didn’t answer first, looking at the wall as if deep in thought. I somehow got the feeling that Harry was keeping something from me and I didn’t like it at all.

“This is my fault,” Harry confessed quietly, his lip quivering, “if you’d remember what happened, then you wouldn’t want me with you.”

Wouldn’t want him here? My Harry?

“Don’t be stilly,” I croaked and closed my eyes momentarily at the shot of pain when I forced my hand up and to his cheek in a comforting gesture. “You’re my best friend. Wouldn’t want anyone else here with me other than you. It’s always you,” I added the last part with a whisper, almost hoping he wouldn’t hear the confession.

Harry shook his head rapidly, but stopped when he almost disconnected my palm from his cheek and instead leaned into my touch gently.

“You don’t know what happened. If you did, then-” he stopped himself and got to his feet, coming to a looming stand over me. “I should call a nurse. Let her make sure you’re okay.”

“No!”

I straddled us both with how loud and frantic my voice sounded, making him stop in his tracks. I reached out for him.

“Don’t leave, H. Not when I-”

“I’ll be back in a minute, love,” Harry promised, coming back closer to me so he could squeeze my hand, “Just have to make sure you are being taken care of, yeah?”

He waited patiently for my nod and only left after I moved my head courtly. Then he walked out of the room, leaving the door open behind him.
I hummed and tried to move my head some more, wanting to see the room I was in. True to his word, Harry didn’t let me wait for long and soon rushed back to my side in a moment, a nurse following suit. His hand grasped my fingers, knowing that I wasn’t too relaxed when it came to doctor things.

“Hello, Ms. Y/L/N,” the nurse greeted me, a smile on her lovely face, “My name is Sarah. Mr. Styles told me you are feeling in pain, is that still correct?”

I nodded.

“Okay then,” she smiled, “Let’s give you some more pain killers, darling.”

She moved out of my view and I only heard some clicking noises. Harry moved a little closer and I scooted to the edge of my bed so he could sit down. He watched me intensely and his smile grew when I sighed, the pain slowly numbing.

“Thank you,” I breathed and managed to smile a little.

Sarah came back into view, a clipboard in her hands.  "Your results are good. Mr. Styles has mentioned you unaware of how you got here?“

I nodded slightly, only looking up at her for a shot moment before focusing back on Harry’s familiar fingers. Noticing my gaze, he squeezed my hand gently, letting me know he was here. My heart squeezed and warmth settled into my stomach, leaving me in a tingly state.
Though Harry and I were always touchy with each other, we didn’t usually have skin contact whenever we were near each other, only sometimes reached out to wrap an arm around the other or open both arms for a hug. We’d plant kisses on each others cheek whenever one of us entered or left a room, unlike we did with any other member of our friendship group. But it didn’t mean much, not to him at least. Somehow today however seemed to be different, as if he was as needy for me as I was for him, even if I knew he couldn’t possibly be. I loved Harry far more than he knew and though I’d forced myself to accept that all I could ask of him was friendship, the soft love evident in his eyes messed with my head. The delicate touches, the lips that continued to meet my palm when he leaned down to kiss it gently. Even my toes felt warm. I knew I wasn’t supposed to let it go to my mind too much, but considering the situation I was in, I found it hard to deny the hope that maybe he’d love me too.

"I can’t remember,” I began, swallowing hard, “The last thing I know is that I was cooking dinner at his house.”

I nodded towards Harry.

“We were having dinner together before she drove home and it happened,” Harry elaborated.  

“Oh so the last thing you remember hasn’t happened long ago then,” Sarah spoke, “That’s good.”

“It is?” I asked.

“It’s normal for someone who’s been in a coma for two days to feel a little dizzy and to struggle remembering everything. And the fact that you seem to only have forgotten a few hours is a good sign. I am sure the memories will come back soon. You’ll see.”

“Why can’t I move my legs?” I asked, “You said I was in a car accident! I’m not pa-” I stopped and tears shot to my eyes.

“You’re not paralyzed,” Harry quickly spoke, soothing me by squeezing my hand so tightly it was almost too tight.

“You broke your left leg and three ribs,” Sarah explained gently, “And you are bruised rather heavily. We have given you painkillers and having been out for two days must have caused your muscles to have become a little slow. You’ll be able to move soon again, I am certain of it.”

I sighed and let my head fall back into my pillows. Relief pulled me in and suddenly I was very tired.

“I will leave you two to it then. I don’t think it’s necessary for your doctor to come by immediately, but I will inform him that you are awake.”

Sarah awaited my nod, then she walked out of the room. Harry watched me as I scooted over more, and frowned when I nodded to the room I’d created on the mattress.

“What?” he looked confused.

“Lay down,” I demanded, “You look so tired.”

He quickly shook his head. Harry’s hand still held my hand and I wrapped my fingers around it so I could gently pull.

“Don’t want to hurt you further,” he whispered.

I rolled my eyes. “Stop being so bloody careful with me. I’m not going to break apart.”

Though he didn’t look like he found it a good idea, Harry moved to crawl into the bed beside me, kicking off his shoes. I sighed at how familiar this felt, as Harry and I always enjoyed cuddling up to each other.

I knew it didn’t mean the same to him. Knew that Harry loved me, but never in the same way that I loved him. But I let myself pretend that he did, just because I was in too much pain to scold myself for it.

My breath hitched when Harry’s face nestled against the skin of my neck, his head tucked into the space between my shoulder and my arm, wanting to be as closely cuddled to me as he dared. His own arms didn’t hold me to him very tightly, only when I brought my hand down to hold onto and squeeze his wrist did he dare to pull me to him a little.

“Did I drink?” I hummed against the skin of his forehead.

“No,” he replied, his voice low, “the accident wasn’t your fault.”

“Then what was it that happened?” I questioned, my head clearer and free to overthink why exactly I had ended up here.

Harry always had that effect on me. Whenever he was near, I could breath and think much better than any other time. I shifted when he didn’t answer and looked at him.

His face was still turned into my skin, but his lips pressed against my collarbones and though I could see his profile. Something in his expression confused me and just didn’t sit with me right. His brows were knotted and his teeth bit at his lip. He seemed deep in thought and his prior words came back to my mind.

“Why wouldn’t I want you with me?” I whispered, “If I knew what had happened. Why would I be resenting you, Harry?”

I groaned and Harry quickly apologized when he moved, accidentally shifting his weigh onto a particular bruise on my arm. Once successful he raised so he could lean over me and my heart skipped when he leaned in to kiss my cheek.

“Don’t want you to hate me,” Harry whispered. “Need you.”

“I’m here,” I replied, lifting my arm so I could touch his cheek softly, “Nothing you could tell me would make me hate you.”

Harry shook his head. “S'not true. But you have the right to know and so I’m telling you. You are in this bed because you were fleeing from me.”

And as he began telling me what had happened, everything came back to me and I remembered.

…. flashback to morning before accident….

When I woke up in Harry’s bed, I was alone. My limps ached heavenly and a smile had sneaked onto my face before I even opened my eyes. The tingling his touch had left on my skin was still felt and my heart squeezed so tightly in happiness it almost hurt.
We’d slept together. This simple fact kept playing and replaying in my head, leaving me a giggly mess. I’d slept with Harry. My Harry. My best friend as well as the guy I’d been hopelessly in love with for longer than I cared to admit. We’d been connected and as close to each other as it was humanly possibly, not only physically but emotionally, too. His kisses had been so soft and full of longing. The passion between us was so raw and open I found it hard to believe we hadn’t felt it before. How silly we’d been to never explore what was so clearly between us.

We… fit. Like Cinderella’s shoe fit her foot, even when the thought of H being a foot or a shoe made me giggle into the pillow.

My limps ached when I forced myself into a sitting position and I blushed when I could still tell where his lips had been, not only because of the many many love bits he’d left on my skin, but by the heat I was feeling there. Wherever he’d kissed, it felt like I was tingling. My ears still rang with the sound of his grunts and the moans, his voice when he’d called my name when nearing and then coming down from his high.

But now he was nowhere to be seen, and as that sunk in, I began to worry. Slowly I swung my legs over the edge of his kingsize bed and I came to a wobbly stand, my legs needing a moment to stop from feeling as if they were made out of jelly. A dull ache throbbed between my legs and I whimpered when making a step, but it was a welcome pain. It made it all more real.
My bare feet carried me to his dresser where I quickly pulled out a shirt and a pair of his shorts, dressing myself as quickly as I could, already itching to see him.

What did this mean for us? What would we become now?

I didn’t hear Harry when I stepped into the deserted hallway. Oh god what if he didn’t care for it? What if this had only been a night of sex and nothing more? No way. There was no way denying the emotion in his kisses when he’d cared for my flushed skin after we’d cuddled down into his sheets, exhausted from all the pleasure we’d given each other. A simple night of sex also didn’t entail the many whispered promises and sweet words we’d exchanged. This had to mean something.
Though the worry grew in my belly, I forced myself to continue to look for him and willed my brain not to jump to the worst possible possibility. He wouldn’t have run out on me. Firstly, I was his best friend and secondly, well, this was his house. And of course because he wouldn’t do that to me, not Harry. He was the kindest person in the world, only another reason as to why I’d fallen for him in the first place.

Relief flooded through me when I heard the faint noise of his voice, coming from his home office located far down the hall. I stepped closer to the door and carefully leaned closer to the wood, not exactly to spy on him but because I longed to hear his voice. Sleeping with him may have actually made me more obsessed with him than I’d already been anyway.

“No, that’s not what I meant.”

He sounded tense, rough. Not at all as kind and sweet as he’d spoken to me last night. I assumed he was on the phone, since I heard no response to his words. Aware that Harry didn’t like it when I disturbed him during one of his business calls I moved to walk back into the hall.
Maybe a breakfast could cheer him up, I decided, and made my way into the kitchen, thinking that maybe a few good pancakes would lift his spirit again.

I was just about to flip my second pancake when I heard feet padding into the kitchen, indicating his arrival. My stomach fluttered, but when I turned around to face him, my smile was quickly wiped from my face. Harry didn’t look at all the way I’d imagined he would.
There was no smile on his pretty lips, no warmth in his gorgeous eyes and he didn’t reach out to touch me or embrace me either. Admittedly, I hadn’t expected Harry to kiss me good morning or for him to proclaim his love to me, but his silence frightened me. He stood in his doorway and just… stared.

“Hey,” I whispered.

“Hi.”

Harry’s face held close to no emotion and his entire posture was tense. All I could read in his expression was a question, one that I’d hoped he wouldn’t ask me when I woke up.

What are you still doing here?

I clenched my hands into fists by my sides as I looked at him, unsure how I should deal with the situation. No one was as close and dear to me as Harry was, even more so after last night. We weren’t supposed to feel this awkward around each other. It scared me that I had no idea what it was that was going on in his head.

“I thought I could make us breakfast,” I weakly explained his unasked question.

His mouth opened slightly as if he was going to reply, but he chose to stay silent. I shifted, my body tingling with worry as the sickening feeling spread, nipping at my insides.

“Are you okay?” I finally forced myself to ask him.

“Fine.”

“You don’t seem fine.”

I took a deep breath and stepped forward, shyly closing the distance between us. Harry didn’t relax when I placed my hand on his shoulder like he normally did. The shoulder I had bitten into when he’d taken me to the stars last night.

“Harry,” I whispered, “what’s the matter?”

“I think you should go.”

My breath hitched and my touch fell from his skin.
There was nothing in his eyes when my own met them, nothing but coldness.

“You what?”

Harry sighed and blinked rapidly before looking away. “I don’t think you should be here still, Y/N.”

“But-” I began, fighting the rising tears, “why?”

“Because,” Harry breathed and he shook his head in annoyance, getting straight to the point, “last night was a mistake.”

He might as well have slapped me. His words hit me so hard I gasped for air, my arms wrapped around my middle protectively and I shook my head. This couldn’t be his true feelings. He must have been playing some stupid game of his, trying to fool me into believing last night had been meaningless. He’d crack a smile any moment, laugh and then step forward to kiss my cheek. He would do that, right?

Only he didn’t. Instead, Harry came closer to me to pull the spatula from my hand and to crap my wrist, pulling me into the hallway and to his bedroom. I whined at his harsh hold, but he didn’t react.

“Get dressed,” he ordered harshly, pointing to the cloths I’d left on his floor. The ones he’d taken off of me so carefully yesterday, as if he’d been unwrapping a very delicate present.

“Harry!” I cried, tears spilling over and onto my cheeks at the raw harshness he was treating me with.

My exclaim didn’t affect him though, only made him leave the room and let me carry out the humiliating act of getting my cloths from the floor and slipping them on, by myself. With shaking legs I stumbled back into his living room, where I pulled on the shoes I’d discarded by his couch. All the while I was quietly sobbing, a trembling hand clutched over my lips as I shook.

How could he do this to me? The same man who’d made me feel invincible and like I’d been flying only hours ago, had me feel dirty, used and disgusted with myself.
I was still slightly sobbing when I reached his hallway, where I pulled on my coat.

“Where are my keys?” I asked in a hoarse whisper, facing Harry with evident shame in my eyes.

He stood near his stairs, watching me move with an iron stare. Instead of verbally answering me, he reached into his pants pocket and pulled out my car and house keys, before tossing them to me. The cold metal hit my fingers and I let out a slightly louder sob.
How could the man standing there be the same one I’d held in my arms? And above all, how could my best friend, because a best friend he was to me, treat me with such an utter cruelty?

I felt like he was throwing me away after I’d given him what he wanted. Was this all he’d been hunting for and now that he’d had me, he didn’t have to pretend to be my friend anymore?

I looked at him one last time, took in his soft curls and angel like face, but couldn’t bear the sight of him any longer after my eyes met his. Empty of love, they weren’t my Harry’s eyes.
He didn’t try to stop me when I pulled open the door and neither did he follow when I stepped into the cold London air and in front of his house.

Later on he’d wish he would have though, wish he’d somehow kept me from driving away.

Harry let me leave his home, crying and heartbroken, unable to make any sense of what had just happened.
It didn’t take more than ten minutes and not more than a few streets away from his home. My vision was too blurry, so much so I failed to see the car rushing towards me and I couldn’t react in time. Before I knew it, the pain in my heart was replaced by the consuming pain of burning and my ears rang with the sound of my bones breaking.

….Present Time….

“How could you!”

My fists connected with his chest weakly as a sob fell from my lips. I shook my head in denial, not wanting to believe that the man I loved with all of my heart, my only comfort in the heartbreaking situation I was in, had been so cruel with me. The tears had long began streaming down my cheeks and I didn’t even feel embarrassed. All I was consumed by and pulled under was shame. Such a breath taking and painful shame I couldn’t help shaking and trembling. Harry was crying himself, his head nestled into my neck, holding onto me with care not to hurt me, but still tight enough for me to be incapable of shaking him off. His wet tears dropped onto my skin and his hair tickled against my jaw when he surprised me by cuddling even closer to me, his face now completely buried into my neck.

“Forgive me,” he sobbed, “I regret it all with all of my might, Y/N. You’re-”

“No, stop it,” I cried and tried to push against him once more.

“Please.”

With shaking arms I gasped as pain shot through me, not due to the multiple injuries, but because of the intense heartbreak I was experiencing.

“Don’t hate me,” Harry begged into my skin, “I swear I’ll lose my mind.”

“Would be only fair!” I exclaimed, shaking my head in anger, “You have made me lose mine!”

“I know,” Harry whispered, “I know I did. But let me explain, please.”

He slowly moved and I breathed heavily when he scooted away from me and raised into a sitting position. He cleared his throat before swinging his legs over the edge of my bed and coming to a stand. His red and slightly swollen eyes met mine and I could feel my heart sink even lower. Even though I was supposed to resent him right now, all my insides screamed for was to help him. He looked so hurt and lost, I couldn’t stand it.

“You made me feel so used,” I whispered in a cry, “So disgusting.”

“I know,” Harry sighed and shook his head, more tears dropping onto his flushed cheeks, “I’m an idiot.”

“What the hell happened?” I asked, “You were so different the night we- before you became an asshole you were so kind and then suddenly you…”

“I know,” he repeated, his hands reaching forward as if he wanted to hold me somehow, but he changed his mind and let both arms drop to his sides.

“I received a call that morning,” Harry muttered, his gaze set on his feet.

“A call?”

He nodded. “From Joe.”

Joe was a mutual friend of ours, one who was actually dating a member of my closest girl friends group. Her name was Carly, and I’d known her from even before Harry and I had met.

“What does that have to do with anything?” I asked in a raspy voice.

Harry took a deep breath before sitting down on the room I’d made him on my bed. He still didn’t dare reach out for me, aware that I hadn’t quite decided yet whether or not I wanted him near me.

“I told him that you were in my bed, you know, ‘cause I was really happy 'bout that.”

“I find that hard to believe,” I mumbled.

Harry continued, “He told me 'bout how Carly and you mentioned me when you were at their place. How you thought I was… attractive.”

My heartbeat increased. “And?”

“Told me 'bout how Carly then told you that Mary fancied me as well.”

His eyes sparkled and any other time he would have made a joke about how he was too handsome for the world and that he easily made any girl swoon, but this time he didn’t comment it any further.

“I still don’t understand what you are getting at. What out of all of this gave you the right to treat me like I was some dirt on your shoe?”

“Nothing!” Harry quickly said, “But it’ll give you an explanation as to what went on in my head. He told me how he overheard Carly telling you to better step up before Mary landed me. That you should just fuck me already, if only to prove to Mary that you could have me if you’d want.”

“Those were Carly’s words!” I cried out, “Not mine!”

“Still,” Harry whispered, “I know it’s not your fault, but all I could think when Joe told me that was how you had probably only jumped into bed with me because you wanted to prove a point. Bear in mind that I was still very surprised you’d slept with me.”

“You think I’m someone who sleeps with a person just to make sure a third person knows that I could have him? What is wrong with you?”

“A lot,” Harry answered and his hands brushed away the remaining wetness on his cheeks, “know that.”

“You thought I would sleep with you to prove a point to Mary? Didn’t you feel how much I fucking loved you?”

He flinched at my words, but I couldn’t find any embarrassment in me. So what if he knew I loved him. We were lost anyway.

“That night was everything I ever wanted. You are all I ever wanted and when I woke up, I don’t think I ever felt happier. Until you ruined it all because of some stupid suggestion Carly made weeks ago!”

I pressed my hand over my mouth and tried to calm my breathing, my eyes squeezed shut.

“I am in this bed, with a broken leg and three broken ribs, because you thought I would sleep with you to claim you as mine before Mary could. You thought I had so little respect for either of us, for you, that I would only sleep with you to win a… game? A competition? Harry, how fucking stupid can you be?”

“Please, Y/N,” Harry begged, “Forgive me. I’m so sorry, baby. I don’t know what I was thinking. I thought we loved each other that night and when Joe said those things I just… I don’t know. Felt like you were the one using me.”

“I did love you that night,” I admitted, looking into his eyes, “loved you then and so many days long before that. How could you not see that? How couldn’t you feel that?”

He shook his head. “I don’t know.”

I swallowed hard. Truth was, my heart felt broken. I couldn’t get the look on his face out of my head, the one when he’d kicked me out of his home. And never would I find his behavior that morning alright but… his words somehow made sense. I could understand where he was coming from.

“I’m sorry.”

“I know you are,” I whispered.

Harry nodded, staying silent for a moment before a whisper so quiet I almost missed it, left his lips. “Do you hate me?”

My face cracked and I was shaking my head before my brain caught up with it. I reached out my arms for him and this time he didn’t hesitate to crawl into my bed, cuddling himself so close to me for a moment it felt difficult to breath. His nose rested against my jaw and his sobs were felt against my neck. I shushed him quietly and embraced him as tightly as I could, my heart slowly coming back into one piece.

“I could never hate you, Harry,” I promised truthfully, “Not ever.”

“M'so sorry, Y/N.”

“I know,” I whispered, “and you do have some making up to do. Kicking Joe’s ass would be at the top of that list, but I could never not want you around anymore, H. You’re my best friend.”

“You’re my favorite person,” Harry promised in a low mumble.

“You’re mine, too.”

“I’m sorry for being an idiot. For ruining that wonderful night we had.”

Harry’s arms gently settled around my waist, his hands resting under my shirt and against my skin.

“It’ll be okay.”

“Let me make it up to you, okay?” Harry asked quietly, “For the horrible accident I have caused you to be in and for screwing up what could have been us getting together the way we are supposed to.”

“It’s not exactly your fault that I got into an accident,” I soothed him, drawing small circles onto his forehead.

“It is,” he argued and I couldn’t find it in me to fight him on that topic. It would have to wait until another time.

“You think we’re supposed to be together?” I asked him timidly.

The confession was unexpected and had my tummy flutter. He squeezed me to him gently and his warm pressed to my neck in a kiss.

“'Course I do. We fit, don’t we? Like we’re supposed to be a couple.”

“I think so, too,” I whispered, “especially since the sex was pretty mind-blowing.”

I smiled when I felt Harry’s chuckle against my skin and was relieved that we had somehow found to each other again. I couldn’t stand crying or having him cry, I prefered having him giggling and smiling in my arms.

“Don’t think I ever came so hard,” he whispered hotly against my ear and I shivered, “'Same goes for you, doesn’t it?”

He awaited my small nod, and once he received the tiny affirmation he bit my neck.

“In that case I know exactly how m'gonna make up for the stupid mistakes I made.”

Thank you so much for reading! I hope the person who requested this is happy with it! :) 

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Imagine Negan taking a liking to you

Originally posted by negangifs

“Oh My Goodness! Look at what we have here.” Negan said as he stopped in front of you, your eyes just looking at the boots he wore on his feet, as the crunched on the pebbled ground. You felt his hand go under your chin, and slowly lift it until your eyes met his, “I think you would make a wonderful addition to my collection.”

“Go to Hell.” you hissed, glaring at him, as he chuckled before pushing your bangs aside.

“Now this one has a fire in her, bet she would be a freak in the sheets, Don’t ya think boys?” 

“Leave her alone!” You heard Carl yell, Negan’s hand instantly leaving your chin as he slowly straightened up, the smile vanishing from his face.

“What did you say boy?” 

“I said leave her the fuck alone.” He growled as Negan advanced towards you.

“And why would I do that, when I just so badly wanna get a slice of that cherry pie.” He replied as he leaned in front of Carl, smiling as he popped the P of the word pie. You looked and saw Carl glaring him down, knowing at any moment he would try to kill Negan.

“Oh.” Negan said, as he stood up quickly and leaned back slightly, “You already had a slice didn’t ya? Let me guess…” He bounced on the balls of his feet quickly before looking at you, and then back to him, “You and her are a thing, is it serious or are you both just fuck buddies? She seems like more of a night time fling kind of girl to me.” Carl’s face reddened as you clenched your fists.

“None of your business asshole.” he growled as Negan started back towards ya, “Well ya see, it is. Because you all now work for me, and I expect ya to listen to me, unless you wanna end up like these two. Meaning…” He grabbed your underarm and violently pulled you up, “If I say I wanna make a wife of one of your woman you will let me, and if I say I wanna fuck the holy shit out of one of your woman, you are gonna let me. Now if you excuse me….” He threw you over his shoulder, kicking and screaming, before slapping your ass as hard as he could, “I am going to go break in my new toy, and y’all are going to listen, especially you.” He pointed at Carl, before turning away, as you looked at Carl, and then back at the RV as Negan quickly turned back towards the group, “Oh and boys, point your guns at their heads, case any one decides to move, or try to save this little whore.” He smiled before taking you inside, and Carl was left outside to listen to you scream.

Part two

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Dude, this is something that’s been orbiting around my brain for, what, a week or so? a little AU where Seven still took upon the job as a secret agent, and opted for V (just him alone) to have Saeran under his care while he’s away, meaning Mint Eye never happened, and Saeran had the chance to live out his life as he should’ve…Years have passed, and by chance…the twins get taken by the ultimate surprise in their lives when they cross paths with each other.

amsjdncncnfhfh I am high-key hoping that if someone were to write a one-shot for this kind of scenario, or to maybe expand it as a Fanfic (Like what would happen sometime after their encounter) it’d be such a wonderful take seeing the twins being in good terms with each other and be happy! Or maybe even a comic?? Whatever works really!

I’d do it myself, but I’m not a Fanfic writer sadly…and having to make a comic for it is out of the question, because I just don’t have the time ;-; so…yeah, here’s hoping for someone who’s capable of doing it

On right, thought I’d take advantage for some of the art tools I haven’t had the chance try on my Sketches app, just to give this a softer texture…need some time to adjust to it, but it’s not bad lol

What dating Jooheon would be like

Dating jooheon would consist of…

  • Back hugs
  • LOADS OF BACK HUGS
  • Seeing his agyeo
  • ALL THE TIME
  • Rap battles
  • Poking his dimples
  • Dancing badly at 4am cause you both can’t sleep
  • Little gifts when he comes back from tour
  • Stealing his hats
  • Stealing his hoodies
  • Hearing his laugh when you wake up
  • Cuddles
  • LOADS OF CUDDLES
  • PDA
  • What is personal space with jooheon???
  • The boys teasing him
  • He doesn’t care, he loves you too much
  • Finding little notes when he’s out
  • Cheesy I love you notes
  • Cheesy pick up lines
  • ALL THE TIME
  • ugly snapchats to make the other laugh
  • If you’re sad he’ll cheer you up with cuddles and kisses
  • If he’s sad you’d cheer him up by having him on your lap, stroking his hair
  • Telling him he’s good enough
  • Making sure he’s eating well

Of every scenario I imagined for the upcoming episode, Emma and Regina being trapped. in another dimension. completely alone. fighting side by side. and with no Hookypoo… is by far the best.

Shawn Mendes || PillowTalk

💟 Requested: no

💟 a/n: title has nothing to do with the song

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“Why are you in love with me?” Shawn asked.

You were shook by the question, it being only 2 am and you had no idea why Shawn would even ask such a question like that.

“What do you mean by that.” you responded, facing him trying to find even the slightest sign emotion in his face.

“What makes you so intrigued by me. What do you like about me”

“Its a long list of thing of things I like about you, Shawn.”


“I have the time. Flatter me.” Shawn joked, turning his head to the side to face you.

“Well to start.” you sighed. “An obvious one would be that you have the voice of an angel.”

“Go on.” he smiled, which reminded you of another reason.

“And your smile is a work of art.”

“Is that so?” he smiled once again, grabbing your hips gently and pulling you closer to him.

You removed his hand from your waist, intertwining your fingers with his, while bringing his hand up to your lips, giving them a small peck.

“Your fingers…they can work wonders…sometimes on stages, sometimes in the bedroom.” You smirked.

You dragged your fingers down his forearm before you reached his tattoo, smiling as you thought about the message behind it.

“This.” you said. “This has to be my 3rd favorite thing about you.”

“What are the first two?”

You leaned in brushing your lips against his, before whispering.

“Your lips would be the 2nd thing. So soft and kissable.”

“And the first?” he asked, dragging his strong hands up and down your thighs and waist.

You stared at him intently, as he did the same to you. “Your eyes.”

“Why my eyes? They’re just brown, nothing special.”

“I used to think the same thing about brown eyes, until I saw yours.”

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Small Talk

Happy Birthday @damselindistressmya - you wanted Office Party fic and this is what I came up with. Thank you for your honesty and your friendship.

S7 || Fluff || MSR || Teen 


Watching from a distance, nobody but Mulder would know how uncomfortable she is in the crowded room. Scully prides herself on it. While he lurks in a corner, all but concealed behind a pillar with a warm beer and a bowl of peanuts he swiped from one of the tables, she works the room, talking and nodding in a way that makes her hair catch the light as it just barely kisses the exposed swoop of her neck. She’s wearing a dress, fitted but not tight, with skinny straps that keep threatening to roll off her shoulders when someone presses past. She’s not carrying a weapon and she smiles widely when the man next to her says something, but the brightness of her teeth never reaches her eyes.

Mulder watches her shift her weight from foot to foot, focussing on the agitated circling of her ankle instead of the slimness of her leg vanishing seductively into a glossy stiletto pump. He watches her fingers flex against her wineglass, notes her flinch almost imperceptibly when one of her circle nudges her arm too familiarly. He sees the platters of canapes whisk by just out of reach, that her glass is almost empty, and he knows her patience will be wearing thin. 

It’s taken them seven years to even start to verbalise what they mean to each other, but he has been able to read her signs from almost the very beginning. Abandoning his beer and his hiding space, Mulder makes a pitstop or two and arrives at Scully’s side just as she empties her glass.

The man next to her, from Homicide he thinks, draws breath to offer her a refill but Mulder has already staked his claim, his finger light on the snowdrop skin inside her elbow, and his head bent in closer than is normal for anyone but them.

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