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Dangerous Man (John Wick x Reader)

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Working at The Continental isn’t at all what you thought it’d be. 

SPOILER FREE FIC.


You smoothed out your shirt and looked in the mirror. It was your first day on the job. You were decked out head to toe in brand new clothes. All from a designer you’d never heard of. All custom made to fit you perfectly.  All completely free. On top of that, you’d be making a salary that, at entry level, was six figures. And all you had to do was deliver room service.

But there was a saying you’d heard since you were young: If it’s too good to be true, then it probably is.

You should have suspected something was off when you had to give a blood sample, a urine sample, a DNA swab, and answer a thirteen page questionnaire that included things like “list the full names of your parents, siblings, and grandparents” or “do you have any experience with sutures, cauterization, or CPR?”

And then the interview, itself, felt more like an interrogation. The whole thing gave you this weird feeling in your gut, but this was also the most exclusive hotel in New York City. Getting a room here wasn’t about whether or not you had the money, but whether or not you knew the right people, and even then, it was typically booked solid. You’d even heard a rumor that The Queen of England was denied a room once. Of course they’d be picky about their staff.

But after the lengthy interview process and dozen or so signatures on papers you probably should have read, you found out the truth about The Continental.

The manager’s name was Winston. He was nice enough, though he had a very “no nonsense” attitude about him. The more you found out about the place, though, the more you understood why. It was a safe haven for a secret society of people. Assassins. Hit men. Gang Lords. The underground elite of not only New York, but the entire world. The only currency accepted from customers were gold coins. One gold coin was the equivalent to one favor. It was a simple system, Winston explained, but complex to newcomers. You’d pick it up over time. All you needed to know was that if you got a coin, you kept a close eye on it.

Additionally, the hotel followed a strict set of rules, but the two that most concerned you were that staff was never to ask questions, and no business could ever be conducted on hotel grounds. The latter of the two should have made you feel safer, but instead, it just made you more nervous.

Upon the conclusion of your meeting with Winston, he presented you with a single gold coin. You looked at him curiously. He smiled, and said simply:

“A welcome gift.”

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Accidentally Exposed - Josh Dun Smut

A/N: Thank’s for 500, here’s a long ass Josh Dun smut to celebrate.

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Pairing: Josh Dun x Reader

Type: Smutty smut

Word Count: 4.6k

Warnings: Blood, nudes, sex, the fun stuff

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“I understand,” you say through gritted teeth. “Thank you for the consideration.” 

You push the end button and throw your phone onto the carpet of your apartment frustratedly, wanting to scream but also crawl under the covers and cry your eyes out.

You were a newly graduated student from a photography college and had big dreams to have your own photography company, but that wasn’t going so well to say the least. Right out of college, you moved straight to the heart of California, hoping to land as much as an internship with a company. Your resume was online and on many websites, but you barely got offered jobs, to which you weren’t even interested in. And when you applied to companies, you were rejected. Since you had to pay the bills, you had landed a job as a bartender, earning less than minimum wage to pay for your rent. You were past the state of angry and sad. You were loosing hope and money at rapid pace. 

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Miscellaneous Clark Kent headcanons as relate to my little fic universe, that may or may not ever come up because who knows:

  • Little Clark was really susceptible to childhood superstitions for some reason. He didn’t go under ladders, he did the salt over the shoulder thing, he did not fuck with that Bloody Mary shit like NOPE I’M OUT THIS SLUMBER PARTY IS CANCELED, LANA GET OUT OF MY HOUSE AND TAKE YOUR MURDER GHOSTS WITH YOU. He believes that he is over this as an adult but whenever his foot is about to fall on a crack in the sidewalk it actually stops like a half inch above the ground and hovers there. He does not notice he is doing this. No one notices, ever, because it is the weirdest subtle unconscious thing in the world. At least Martha’s back is safe?
  • I covered the picky eater thing in Christmas in Kansas but to be more specific his tastebuds are just really sensitive to certain chemical compounds? Not just in terms of things he won’t eat but also in terms of things that he expects to be there and he doesn’t really like foods that lack those things. Your two options to make him eat anything are to cover it in sugar, or cover it in garlic.
  • He goes through a lot of breathmints. Can you imagine if Superman saved someone and they were like “man i appreciate being alive but he had some really bad garlic breath”? He would be so horrified.
  • He has a ratty, fucked-up old shirt that he wears whenever he is making pasta with red sauce. Even Superman cannot stand against the ability of red sauce to end up on whatever you happen to be wearing. HE WAS SO CAREFUL THIS TIME, HOW DID A STAIN END UP ON HIS BACK THAT JUST MAKES NO SENSE. Clark Kent’s weaknesses: kryptonite, tomato stains.
  • His ability to perfectly imitate anyone’s voice was one of the first things to manifest themselves, but this wasn’t the kind of thing anyone noticed was weird. It definitely didn’t seem like a power. He was just a small child who could do a really good Kermit the Frog. He sang Rainbow Connection at a middle school talent show and all the moms cried.
  • He definitely has a playlist to cheer himself up and get pumped and it has Eye of the Tiger and You’re the Best on it. Probably also half the Top Gun soundtrack.
  • Clark Kent’s twitter is pretty standard snarky newsman except with more farming memes. No one can tell how ironic the farming memes are. They might not be ironic at all. Clark Kent might be really sincere, or he might just be so ironic that he has circled back around into sincerity. No one knows. He’s also really good at that thing where you retweet two things from a person that side-by-side reveal they are a dingus. I don’t know if there’s a word for that.
  • His Snapchat is all dogspotting, with occasional rare dance breaks. He’s a pretty good dancer since he found those YouTube tutorials. He does this thing with his hips that Lois finds deeply upsetting for reasons she cannot articulate.
  • Jimmy asked Clark how he got so fit once and Clark was like “uh, farming. farm. eyup.” But he kept pressing for deets and Clark ended up just telling him that he’d pulled a Milo of Croton??? He lifted a newborn calf over his head and then just did that every single day until he was lifting a cow over his head. Jimmy knows nothing about farming or cows or physical fitness and this seemed plausible enough to him.
  • He has a blog where he posts rejected articles and it is the wonkiest thing in the entire world because that is why they got rejected. Perry takes one look at these articles and is like “it will take more words than I want to pay you for just to explain the setup for this article and also there are five people total who care, in the world, including you”
  • He has to be really careful when he buys clothes because he needs to make sure that they aren’t too tight and he has full range of motion. He does not want to relive The Skinny Jeans Incident. Shirts that say ‘I flexed and the sleeves fell off’ are only funny until it happens to you, then they are just horrible reminders. Popped seams everywhere. There is no way to explain that without looking like a huge tool.
  • Even when Superman has a really shitty day he keeps it together until he gets home, but then he shuts the balcony door and peels off his costume and Clark does the Tina Belcher groan for like ten minutes while he takes a shower because he got covered in sewer mutant or space crab or god knows and UUUUUUUUUUGH. Fortunately the nice older lady in the apartment next door always seems to know when he has had a shitty day and she brings him pie.
  • She can hear his melodramatic bullshit from over at her place, that’s how she knows. They share a bathroom wall and it practically echoes. If she times it right he will answer the door before he has put a shirt on because he doesn’t want to leave her waiting in the hall. She does not know what his day job is and it definitely does not occur to her that he is Superman because her primary interaction with him is that he acts like a whiny bitch and she brings him pie so she can ogle him. She is a simple woman who enjoys life’s simple pleasures.
  • The Kryptonian language is really complicated in terms of tonality, context, word order, musicality, etc, and the written language reflects that. Things like the order things are in, how things overlap, colors, etc, are all important. So basically I really like the idea of his symbol being one that represents his family name and says that he is of the House of El. It’s really just basically his last name.
  • If Starfleet gets to have replicators then Krypton gets to have replicators and Jor-El definitely stuck one in the ship so his son would have, you know, food and clothing. But only Kryptonians can use their tech because they’re who the neural interface is designed for so whoops they got real lucky that Kryptonian babies love milk from Earth goats. Clark only started using the replicator later but it only knows how to make Kryptonian things and only some of those are useful to him.
  • Okay so here is where I tie those last two bullet points into something fucking dumb that you will take out of my cold dead hands: Clark got the costume out of the replicator. It didn’t necessarily understand what he wanted though? Like, the concept of a costume didn’t really translate, but it got the idea that he wanted an active uniform, so that is what it made. It’s brightly colored and has his last name on the front. Clark is wearing a Kryptonian football jersey is what I’m getting at. Later Kara will be VERY confused by this. Imagine ending up on an alien planet and meeting your cousin and he’s been fighting crime dressed like a quarterback.
  • Most telepathy does not work because different neural patterns. Diana can only manage it if she uses her lariat and even then it’s like trying to lasso a freight train that does not stop. It’s extremely disorienting. J'onn has just accepted that Superman can hear him but he’s not going to get anything back. It’s like the psychic equivalent of a dial tone for him. He’s trying to call his bro but their family has dialup. He tries not to fuck with it because he doesn’t want to poke around in Superman’s head blind and break something.
  • Clark can’t type with super speed because he’ll break the keyboard and the computer can’t keep up. Instead he uses shorthand along with a custom set of AutoHotKey macros and it is honestly infuriating how fast he can get things written with this setup. But also if he doesn’t have AutoHotKey on whatever he’s typing with then sometimes Lois will get an email like: ll] dyk f pw mde a dec wrt t $l stry? ]ck
  • A woman was told by her therapist to try talking to at least one person once a week but she decided to cheat by just talking to her empty apartment under the guise of telling Superman about her day because lol he can hear everything allegedly so this definitely counts and is what the doctor was going for with this. When she has to go to the hospital for a medical emergency she comes home and there is a note on her counter wherein Superman explains that he was worried because he hadn’t heard from her in a while, so he swung by to check on her. When he found out what happened he watered her plants and fed her goldfish and also that cat that he thought might be hers (she does not have a cat). She is completely mortified because she was just being full of shit she did not actually believe he could hear her oh god what all did she even say and whose cat is this???
  • Look if you are in Metropolis and you loudly say HEY SUPERMAN there is a very good chance he will hear it even if he doesn’t mean to. He is not trying to eavesdrop, that’s just what happens when you yell someone’s name in earshot.
  • He doesn’t wear the costume under his clothes because you may have noticed a running theme here where the universe is conspiring to ruin his clothes and leave him running around shirtless all the time. I mean thank god for the rest of us but he would rather not risk someone spilling their drink all over him somehow and suddenly his shirt is transparent and you can see the big S. It’s bad enough when it happens under ordinary circumstances. How often can one man get drinks spilled all over him? You would be shocked. Shocked. His eyes are up here, Lois.
Friends Part 10 ( Final Part)

Summary: You and Bucky are friends for a long time, but lately you start to develop romantic feelings for him. One day one of Tony’s parties everything changes but maybe not the way you wanted or expected.

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words: 1750

Thank you @amrita31199 you are the best this series couldn’t have been done without you.

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You don’t know how much time you two spent kissing, the only thing you know is that you can feel the butterflies in your stomach and goosebumps on your skin. His metal hand is keeping you closer by your neck, making you shiver at the contact.

You don’t want this moment to ever end.

You rest your hands on his chest making sure that you aren’t touching any of the bruises on  his ribs, eventually you break the kiss needing to breathe “I love you, but it is late …you really should get upstairs eat something and get a good night of sleep.” He says worriedly caressing your face and kissing your forehead. You can feel that he doesn’t want to let you go at least not just yet and you feel the same way.

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Bonding

Prompt: Bruce is jealous because Jason has a father figure that’s not him and they have a really good relationship so he’s jealous because he has such a bad one with him. Little fluff with angst.

AN: It took me forever to figure out how I wanted to do this one, but it turned out well!

Words: 476


You find your husband pouting in his office. He’s leaning back in that plush twirling chair, just staring at the computer screen. You smile, as you lift yourself up and onto the desk. You wait in silence; he’ll talk when he’s ready. Sure enough it comes after about five minutes. “He’s mad at me.”

          You nod. “I hear that’s common with pre-teens. Fighting with their parents.”

          “Not for Mr. Jefferson.”

          You bite back a laugh. “Mr. Jefferson isn’t Jason’s father.”

          “No, but he is an authority figure. Shouldn’t he rebel against him too?”

          You roll your eyes. “This is a form of rebellion.” He raises an eyebrow in question. You move from the desk to sit in his lap. His arm wraps around you, and you kind of curl into him “You’ve been really busy lately Bruce; with the company and with the league. Jason’s been left behind quite a bit lately. He’s trying to get your attention.”

          “I don’t see him trying to get your attention, and you’ve been traveling a lot.”

          You nod. “Yes, but I also text him a lot, and I make nightly phone calls, and I play Words with Friends with him, while I’m in boring meetings.”

          Bruce sighs. “I suppose I have been a bit busy.”

          You nudge him with your elbow and he gives in. “Okay really busy. What should I do?”

          You grin, “I am so glad you asked, because I signed the two of you up, for the Wayne Enterprises Parent Child softball team. They have matching uniforms and everything. I figure, I’ll get one of those tee-shirts where it has both your numbers on it, and a cute little baseball hat and that can be the picture for our Christmas Card this year.”

          He stares at you in horror. “You didn’t.”

          “She did.” Jason’s voice comes in from the doorway, where he’s dressed in the uniform, frown firmly in place. You ignore that in favor of a big smile. “Look at my little boy, all dressed and ready to play ball.” You turn to Bruce. “Your uniform is exactly the same, you two will look adorable.”

          Jason’s whine intensifies, “Daaaaad.”

          Bruce kisses you on the cheek and says “Sweetheart, I love you dearly, but this isn’t happening.” Then he turns to Jason and says, “Run.” Before you know it both the boys are running towards the cave, and you’re left alone in the office.

          Alfred comes in sometime later and asks, “So, did it work?”

          You grin. “Like a charm. It was almost too easy.” The butler smiles and you continue “I can’t believe they thought I was serious. The Wayne Enterprises softball league is mine and Dick’s thing. Those two are too competitive. Speaking of which, I have to go. Dick and I are meeting at the field early to talk strategy.”

          Alfred just smiles.

Frozen

Sherlock x reader

Description: One cold snowy night you find yourself stuck at Baker Street trying to assist Sherlock with a case. Sherlock and (y/n) constantly bicker and argue, to the point where neither can take it much longer. They get stuck together in the freezing cold for one night, who will crack first.

Warning: Swearing, smut? (okay what am I talking about) definitely smut


“Why do you always push me out of everything?” You yelled, throwing your hands in the air in exasperation. “(Y/n) with stuff like this it’s do or die, you’ll most likely die.” Sherlock said shrugging his shoulders in his dark blue dress shirt. “You’re implying I can’t take care of myself.” You stated leaning on a chair in front of you. Sherlock was controlling and demeaning when it came to everything. He always had to have the last word, and he always had to be right. Even if he was wrong.

“And you’re stating something obvious. When you get anything new give me a ring.” He dismissed you coldly, flipping through a pile of paper work.

“So now you’re pushing me out the door.” You bit your lip feeling the anger grow in your chest. “Well you have fun doing everything on your own Sher, I’m done being cast aside. Hope John still has the time for you, being that he’s married and moved on with his life.” You gave a fake smile and turned out of the apartment. You had left your coat upstairs in the hall but you weren’t going to disrupt your exit. Hearing you make your way down the stairs, Mrs. Hudson came out from her door.

“You’re not leaving are you love? It’s bloody freezing outside. You’ll catch hypothermia.” She worried, reaching out to put a comforting hand on your arm. “I’d rather that then being here with him.” You told her. You bent down to put your shoes on. You hear shuffling from up the stairs but ignored it. When you got yourself put together you turned to Mrs. Hudson and smiled, “Goodnight, I’ll see you soon.” You gave her a kiss on the cheek and braced yourself out into the snowy wind. You hugged yourself as tight as you could and bunched your shirt sleeves in your hands.

Watching you from the cracked door Mrs. Hudson yelled to Sherlock. “Boy, if you don’t bring her back here I’m turning off your heat.”

Sherlock groaned loud enough for Mrs. Hudson to hear. As he looked out his window wondering if losing the heat tonight would be worth it. He knew you probably wouldn’t make it home in this, wondering if you’d turn around or keep going until you passed out. Slipping on his jacket and walking down the stairs, he wished he could have waited to see.

In front of you the street lights seemed much too far apart. The dark between them seemed almost colder, you could barely tell if you were walking in the street or the sidewalk. No cars past you the whole time you were out there. You frantically rubbed your hands together and pressed the momentary warmth to your face. Your throat hurt from the cold, your nose was runny and every breath lingered in the frosty air. The snow landing on your head melted and started to drip down your neck, sending little trembles through your body.

You were getting ready to turn the corner when you heard your name. Sherlock waved to you in the distance, you could hardly see him in the night dressed in his dark trench coat. “Go home.” You yelled to him turning your head away and shuffling your feet faster. Your toes felt stiff in your fabric boots, the tops soaked from the snow you’d been trudging through. “(Y/n!)” He called again but this time you didnt turn around. If the wind picked up a little more you might not have heard him running towards you. He moved silently, only letting out a sigh when he was in arms length of your body.

“Come back to the flat (y/n) it’s too cold for this.” Sherlock said sincerely, following a few steps behind you. “You didn’t care about that before. I bet the only reason why you care now is because Mrs. Hudson put you up to it.” You sneered only slightly glancing behind you. “You won’t make it much longer out here.” He pushed again stopping in his place. You ignored him, walking faster now wanting nothing more than to get home. His voice rang out once more as the distance between you grew.

“You need me.”

You uncrossed your arms and clenched your fists at your side. There he was again, acting like you couldn’t take care of yourself. Making you feel inferior to him time after time.

“I’ve made it this far without you Sherlock. Just let me go home and be alone. I’m sure it would make your night to not have to see me anymore.” You yelled, feeling anger flush your cheeks. A strong wind blew sending your loose hairs across your face. You turned away from the cold tucking your chin to your shoulder, holding your arms across your chest. Sherlock moved closer to you, gripping your arm and talking through clenched teeth. “I did not fucking come out here to have you give me a hard time. Now you can came back with me or die in the cold.”

You wished that he didn’t seem so heartless when he said it. You wished you could convince yourself he cared about your well being. Watching him turn away and perk up his collar you knew he couldn’t have been more serious. The brutal wind ran by your face again, causing cold tears to run down your face.

“Maybe I will.” You said to yourself turning away from him. You had a long walk ahead of you until you got home and without a coat it’d be unbearable but you would not go home with Sherlock. You fumed to keep your mind off of the fact you were freezing. You didnt need Sherlock, you didn’t even like Sherlock. You found yourself wondering why you helped him at all? Why did you go out of your way for a man who couldnt care less about you?

The snow had stopped while you thought through the cold. Another freezing wind came, chilling you straight to your bones. “Holy fuck.” You opened your hands in front of you, they were red from how tightly you’d been clenching them. Your face was raw from the wind and tears streamed from your bothered eyes.

While you stood there examining your red palms and blue fingertips your lip quivered. Your long sleeve was soaked from the snow that fell earlier, your hair was dripping. You were equally far from your house and Sherlocks. Either way, you would probably succumb to the cold before you got to either. You fished your phone of of your back pocket, hands trembling. It took you several attempts to call a cab with your shaky fingers.

You pressed your cold phone to your ear, flinching at the contact. As the several rings dragged out more wind attacked you, going right through your clothes. As you closed your eyes and braced yourself against it an arm snaked around your waist from behind.

“This has gone on long enough don’t you think?” Sherlock asked in your ear. If you hadn’t been so close to becoming an ice cube you would have been angry. As the wind stopped you turned to face him. His cheeks were flushed and his nose was bright red. His curls were tousled in different directions from the wind. “Y-you look like shit.” You laughed quietly hugging yourself. “And your lips are blue. Now that we’re done with the obvious let’s go home.” Sherlock pushed, guiding you by the small of your back to move in front of him. You moved slowly, secretly smiling to yourself as he referred to Baker Street as your home as well.

It only took a few minutes of your slow walking for Sherlock to pull you close and cover you in his trench coat in front of him. A hesitant taxi drove slowly down the road, top light off. “We’ll get a ride the way back.” Sherlock said as he squeezed your shoulders and ran out to the street. “Sher he’s probably not in service.” You called back.

Sherlock flagged the taxi down, smiling back to you as it slowed. He spent a minute arguing with the man, the wind was becoming harsher but you heard Sherlock plea. “My girlfriend’s car broke down and she’s absolutely freezing. We’re still a couple blocks away and I’m worried she won’t make it.” The taxi man hesitantly agreed and Sherlock rushed back over to you and ushered you into the back seat. He asked the man to turn up the heat as you shivered next to him. The man gave you an apologetic look in the mirror and complied. You thanked him with a shaky voice and rubbed your numb hands together. Sherlock reached over and took your hand in his warmer ones, rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb.

You felt uncomfortable with the short lived affection, not knowing if it was only a show for the taxi driver or if he was actually trying keep you warm. As you sat in the taxi for the ten minute ride to Baker Street, hand in hand with Sherlock you wished that things could be simple between you too.

He paid the cabbie and thanked him for the favor. Meanwhile you ran to the door and into the warm foyer of the building. Moments later Sherlock came behind you, tapping the snow out of his shoes onto the floor mat. You walked up the stairs shaking out your arms and pulling the wet hairs off your body. Sherlock disappeared into the hallway as you huddled in front of the fireplace. The shower began to run and you heard doors opening and shutting as he moved through the apartment. “I’m running a bath to warm you up, I put towels and dry clothes on the counter.” He said emotionlessly sitting in his chair. You nodded and stood from your spot. “You should probably change too.”

“A simple thank you would suffice.” He said sarcastically, ignoring your suggestion. You took a deep breath walking past him, you got to the bathroom door knowing that you were out of sight. “Thank you Sherlock.”

You missed the slight smile on his face as you went into the bathroom.

You later returned dressed in one of Sherlock’s t-shirts and pajama pants, rolled several times at the legs so you wouldnt trip. You walked into the living room hesitantly, which was only lit by the fireplace. Sherlock had changed and was lounging in a night robe. “Nice to see you’re unfrozen.” He said sarcastically. “Nice to see you’re still an asshole.” You replied quickly, resting into the couch. “Looks like the weather didn’t change either of us.” He remarked.

You rolled your eyes, “Yes, how lovely. Wouldn’t want you to be nice for once.” You tied your hair up in a bun, draping one leg off the side of the couch. Your toes touched the cold floor, which at first didnt bother you. Sherlock pulled out his phone and paid no mind to you almost falling asleep on the sofa across from him.

Eventually Sherlock put out the fire and went into the kitchen to make up some tea. He flicked the kitchen light on, pulling you out of your sleepy daze. As you stretched out your limbs you watched him move around grabbing cups and heating the kettle.

You appeared in the doorway leaning against the wooden frame, “Make enough for two?”

Sherlock sighed and took out a second cup. As he poured the last of it, the kitchen light went out. You reached over to flick it again, getting no response.

“Oh great the power is out.” He groaned in frustration, running his fingers through his hair. “We’re going to freeze. I don’t have enough to restart the fire and the cold will move in quickly.” Sherlock leaned against the counter frustrated. As he reached for the tea beside him you replied. “Well,” you paused, “we could have sex.”

Out of the corner of your eye you saw Sherlock freeze. “How is that even an option?” He asked with a ridiculously bewildered face. You shrugged moving around the living room to collect a blanket. “No power means no heat. Sex would be a simple solution to keep us both warm.” You said simply.

“In order for that to happen, I would have to want you.”

“It’s science, you of all people should understand.” You argued. “I don’t want you either.”

Sherlock chuckled under his breath, “Keep telling yourself that.”

It only took an hour for you two to argue over who’s taking which item to keep warm. You’d have a sweater and a blanket while Sherlock had socks and his robe. “Where am I supposed to sleep idiot? It’s freezing in here!” You yelled at him. Wriggling the cold out of your toes you heard Mrs. Hudson yell from downstairs. “Will you two just sleep in the same bed and be quiet?”

You both felt guilty keeping her up with your bickering, so when Sherlock turned around to retreat to his bedroom you followed. There again you found it hard to get along.

“Stop putting your cold feet on me.” Sherlock said in annoyance, pushing your legs far away from his. “Maybe if you didn’t refuse to let me borrow socks then they wouldn’t be cold enough to bother you.” You said turning your back to him. Sherlock huffed and you felt the bed move slightly. Pulling the blanket up under your chin you heard him say, “Sharing socks is weird. Its just as weird as sharing underwear.”

You rolled your eyes, not that he could see. “Totally different things.” You replied closing your eyes. There were a few minutes of silence between you guys. You sighed in relief that he has given up with fighting for the day. You we’re looking around his room taking in the small details. You were gazing out his window when he spoke again. “Are you still cold?”

“Yes.” You said turning your head to face him. His blue eyes looked back at you, focusing intently on your face. He rolled over your body and began kissing you. Starting at the top of your jaw and trailing down to your collarbones. Your breathing hitched at the sudden action. “What are you doing?” You began sitting up but Sherlock was still leaning over you. “What do you think I’m doing?” He smirked licking his lip. “I know what you’re trying to do, but I dont get why.” You replied looking down his body that was hovering over you. Sherlock leaned down and kissed the spot under your ear. “It’s science. You of all people should understand.” He quoted moving a hand to your hip. “You want me.” He said before returning to your neck. Sprinkling kisses across your skin delicately.

You stayed frozen for a while, trying not to give in to him. You didn’t want to show Sherlock he was right so you took a deep breath pulled yourself together. “You’re wrong.”

Sherlock started moving down your chest kissing the exposed skin above your breast. “I dont want you.” He looked up at you then, hair falling out of your bun, head tilted to one side. “You want me.” As you finished speaking Sherlock pressed his lips to yours. You pressed your body up to meet his, snaking one of your legs around his hips. In a single motion you rolled over, putting Sherlock on his back underneath you. You returned your lips to his, grazing your fingers through his hair. His hands traveled down your side tugging lightly at the elastic of the borrowed pants. You reached with one hand helping him pull them off of you before you snaked your hands underneath his shirt. He pulled apart from you taking his arms out of his robe while you pulled the sweatshirt off over your head. You removed his shirt and sat up, taking in the half naked man before you. His hair was a mess and his lips we’re pulled into a smirk. His eyes looked a sharper blue now that he was grazing over you with lust.

You sat with just your underwear on, and he was left only in his pants. You both caught your breath while you looked over one another. “I dont want this to be science.” You told him, running your hand down his arm. Instead of replying Sherlock tangled a hand in your hair and pulled you back down to him. It was his turn to flip you, resting an elbow above your head to prop himself up while you pulled his pants away. You arched your back to unclasp your bra and Sherlock returned to planting kisses on your neck. As you removed your bra he slipped his thumb into the waist of your panties and pulled them down in one motion. You used one of your feet to remove them the rest of the way becoming naked underneath him.

He looked down you then in the dim light of the bedroom, his ragged breathing forming light puffs of air in the cold room. He watched your face as he lowered himself in you. “It’s not science.” He told you. Arching your back in delight, he started to move inside of you. You wrapped a leg around his waist and returned to his plump lips. You had one hand in his hair and the other digging into a single spot in his back. Sherlock’s hand grabbed onto your hip as he increased his speed. He pulled his lips from yours and began nibbling on your earlobe in between whispering naughty things he’d been wanting to do with you. The bed began squeaking a little, overwhelming you a little bit more. You bit your lip and moaned into Sherlock’s ear, giving him the extra bit he needed to slam into you and bring you to your climax.

As you both brought your breathing back to normal you released your tight grip on Sherlock. He pulled himself out of you and got up from the bed. “You were right.” He admitted smiling. “That should keep us warm for a while.”

Know It All

by kikikryslee

Pairing: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson 

(3.3K words)

“Are you watching Jeopardy?” Niall asked.
“Shhhh!” Louis hissed. “Niall, come on. I just missed the question.”
“Since when do you watch Jeopardy? Is this about the guy from trivia? What do you call him? T-Shirt?”
“V-Neck,” Louis corrected.
“Oh, right. V-Neck. Is this about him?”
“No.”
“You’re a terrible liar. You know that trivia is supposed to be fun, right?”
“I am having fun! Now leave me alone! I need to learn more about the people who signed the Declaration of Independence.”

Or, the one where Louis just wants to win Trivia Night so he can get some free food, but he can’t because a certain guy with fluffy hair takes home the prize every week - except for one.

Written as part of the 1000 Feelings For Which There Are No Names challenge!

Zach Dempsey #7

Request: idk if you do smuts or not buuut if you do can you do one with zach??? but if you don’t, can you do a quick imagine where you and zach are just friends but when you two play suck and blow at a party he kisses you? either one would be great!! i’m obsessed with your page <33

Warnings: Smut

A/N: Wow. This one wrote itself. I swear I have no idea how that happend so fast :D
@jeffatk1ns I don’t know what happend :D

Originally posted by imjustalittlewhiteraincloud


The music from Montgomery’s house is already to be heard from two blogs away and I can’t help but smirk as I adjust my shirt and wipe some hair out of my face.
A soft breeze cools down the hot air that’s been hovering for the past couple of days, causing me to get goosebumps.
But yet again it’s the perfect weather to have one of the famous party’s, everyone is talking about constantly.
Who can blame them? Our party’s are always the ones, where almost the whole school comes together and we wouldn’t have it any other way.

And with we, I’m talking about myself and the rest of my friends.
Zach Dempsey, Jessica Davis and everyone else.
People refer to us as the Royals from Liberty High but mostly we’re just like any other clique.
We fight, we break up and at the end of the day we make up.

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Requested Anonymously | Sentence Prompt

This is a little… darker than my usual. There’s kinda graphic descriptions of bloody things, so this ain’t for the squeamish.


You had become accustomed to escaping doom by a hairsbreadth. That was alright by you. It didn’t happen often enough to cause you anxiety, and you and the Doctor were both usually fine despite the heart-pounding scare it gave you.

Not this time, though.

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The Incident

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Word count: 1,532

Warnings: i think there’s one curse word. Secondhand embarrassment.

Summary: ( Hey I was wondering if you could do an imagine where the reader bumps into Peter and she gets coffee on her shirt so she has to wear his sweatshirt to school to cover it up? Or something along the lines of that? And maybe ned and Michelle could think that they’re together or something, idk. (oh, and the reader has a HUGE crush on Peter) requested by @dkcoendjehwbd

A/N: I did it! finally posted when i said i would, sort of. It’s 12 something in the morning and I’m tired as hell, but I did it! If this seems choppy, I’m sorry. I forgot how to write fluff.  And this is not proofread. Also, I didn’t add Ned and Michelle. I hope that’s okay! Enjoy!


Spring was your favorite time of year for one reason: the weather. Like today, for example. It was one of the first times this year where you felt like you could comfortably wear a tank top without wanting five other layers keeping you warm.

You happily walked down the street, enjoying the sun on your skin on your way to get some coffee before heading to school, when you saw a familiar mop of brown hair entering the same coffee shop you were heading to.  Oh boy. This is fine. Just act normal, Y/N. You started to panic for a second before you told yourself, you will not freak out just because your crush is going to the same coffee shop as you today.

Shaking it off and make your way into the coffee shop, breathing in the smell delicious coffee as you got in line. You looked at the line in front of you and were happy to find that there were only two people in front of you, one of which included Peter.

You fidgeted as you stood behind Peter, who was currently bopping his head to the beat of the music coming from his headphones, watching in adoration as he started to move his whole body with the music only he could hear. And with the added bonus of him wearing the Midtown sweater today, and him dancing, it made your heart squeeze painfully at the sight.

As much as you had been trying to deny it, you had been seriously crushing on him for the past year, but never got the courage to say anything to him. And you were blissfully unaware that he felt the same about you.

You were so deep in your thoughts that you didn’t notice Peter stepping up to order, or the barista asking you what you wanted. You came back when the person behind you tapped you on the shoulder. You looked in front of you and saw that you were next in line with an annoyed barista. Your face flushed bright red as you mumble an apology to the person behind you. You rushed up to the counter and quickly gave your order, apologizing as you do so.

After a couple minutes, you had your coffee in your hands, and, still embarrassed, you kept your head down as you walked towards the door, unaware that Peter was still in the shop. Unaware of him until you walked right into him managing to spill your coffee onto your tank top with a shout of surprise. Oh god, why me. You thought, gasping from the heat of the coffee on your skin. You quickly looked up and saw that it was Peter that you bumped into. That fact making you want to hide under a rock. And never come out.

“Oh my god, I am so sorry!” You hear Peter exclaim as he spins around, mortified, staring at your soaked shirt.

With a bright red face, you quickly reassure him, “No! No, it was my fault. I wasn’t looking where I was going. I’m the one that should be apologizing.” You glare down at your shirt, tugging on your shirt with one hand while you went over and put your empty cup in the trash.

“Hey, can you get me some napkins? I gotta try to get this dried out before I get to school.” You ask, starting to freak out because realized what just happened.

“Oh, yeah! Of course! I’ll be right back.” Peter says, rushing off.

As you watch him jog to the napkin dispensary your thoughts start to become increasingly louder and more panicked Did I seriously just spill my coffee, on my shirt, in front of Peter?! Oh my god. You feel your face burning with embarrassment as he comes running back with what looks like enough napkins to fill an entire dispensary. Despite the embarrassment still clutching at your heart, you can’t help but let out a snort of amusement.

“I think I went a little over board with this, but here you go.” Peter hands you the napkins and nervously stands there, feeling like he could be doing something more than just getting you napkins.

“Thank you, Peter.” You mumbled, distracted by the stain on your shirt. Not noticing Peter’s shocked expression. His crush knows his name. His crush knows his name. He purses his lips in an attempt not to smile with that information.

“It’s no use.” You sigh, defeated. You looked at your watch and knew you didn’t have enough time to go back home to change. Damnit.

“Thanks for the help, Peter. Sorry again for bumping into you.” You look down and bit your lip, your good day ruined. “Well, this is gonna annoy me all day” you mutter. Oh well.

You look up and smiling softly at Peter, “Well, I’m gonna go, got school to go to and all that.” And with and awkward head bop, you quickly move to leave and still get to school on time.

You’re just starting to walk down the sidewalk, when you hear Peter call your name.  Eyebrows raised in surprise, you turn around and see peter jogging towards you, sweatshirt off and in his hands.

“H-hey.” Peter stuttered, losing his confidence as he stared into your beautiful eyes. You blush under his intense gaze, “Hi. Is everything okay?” You ask, confused as to why he’d still want to talk to you.

“Um… Y-yeah, I thought you could borrow my sweater for the day?  I figured you didn’t really walk around all day with a big coffee stain on the front of your shirt.” He muses, a little confidence making its way back. Which is the reason he says these words, “Plus I’d be going through the day knowing you’re wearing my sweater.” The second those words make it out of his mouth, he wants to take them back. Why would I say that? Oh my god, she’s going to hate me oh my god. I’m so stupid. WHY. Peter’s mind starts to plague him with thoughts of you hating him. I blew it.

Meanwhile, your mind goes blank for a second because of that comment. Did he really just say that? You try to get a good response together, but end up just making an embarrassing high pitched noise.

You clear your throat and try again, “What?”

You look at Peter’s bright red face as he tries to say something, “It’s just that… Um… you’re very pretty?” he gulps, “AndI’vehadacrushonyouforawhilenowpleasedon’thateme.” He says in one breath, looking down at his feet, internally screaming.

You swear you’re getting whip lash from everything he just revealed, your breathing speeding up.

What?!” You shriek, oh shit that was out loud. You stare at Peter with wide eyes, “Sorry, could you repeat that?”

You can see Peter’s chest move rapidly as he whispers, “I like you.” He grimaces at you as he waits for your response.

You feel like you’ve died and gone to heaven, and the smile that takes over your face is proof of that.

“Well, that is great news, my friend. Because I like you too!” You watch as Peter deflates with happiness, a smiles gracing his adorable face.

“But… Are you sure about the sweater? I can just suffer through the day without it.” You think about the embarrassment you’ve already gone through in the last 15 minutes… “On second thought, maybe it’s best of I use it for today.” You chuckle.

“Oh, um… Yeah. Here you go.” Handing you his sweater, he shuffles awkwardly, shy in the aftermath of you telling him you like him, he’s not sure what to do.

“Thanks, Pete.” You say as you pull you backpack off to put the sweater on. You inhale as you put it on, dying at the fact that you are putting on Peter Parker’s clothes.  After getting everything situated, you smirk at Peter,  throwing your hands out in a ‘ta-da!’ fashion, “Everything as you hoped it’d be?” Peter blushed, “Shut up.”

You laughed and turned around to walk to school, already prepared for the fact that you’d be late. You look over your shoulder and see that peter was still in the same spot. You called out, “You coming? We got school to get to!” You see Peter shake his head and walk up to where he was in step with you, smile still on his face.

After a, slightly awkward, silence, you decide to address something, “ So, Peter… what are you doing  tonight? Would you be interested in trying out this new Thai place by my place?” slightly shocked at the confidence you had, you stared at the ground in front of you, a confused expression on your face.

You could feel Peter’s eyes burning a hole in your head as he processed what you said. “Yeah! I’d love to, Y/N. We’ll work out the details later?”

Your eyes darted to his, and you bit your lip, in an attempt to stay calm, “Awesome. That sounds good to me.”

With that settled, you both relaxed and headed to school, talking about anything that came to mind.

Today wasn’t as ruined as originally you thought.  


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No Control | Chapter Eighteen

Summary: 

Micky Bennett: college student, loyal friend, aspiring nurse, One Direction fan, Harry Styles enthusiast. Her best friend, Trevor, wins tickets to a show in New Jersey with meet and greet passes. Micky expects a quick photo op with the boys and a great night at the concert with her best friend. What she gets a whole lot more than she bargained for.

To read previous chapters, you can go here.

*Feel free to reblog and send feedback. It’s much appreciated :)*

*Gif is not mine.*

WARNING: Smut ahead. Daddy kink.

EIGHTEEN

After a day out with Harry’s friends, where all of them so kindly include me in their shenanigans and conversations as we walk around London, Harry and I head back to his house to relax. Nick wore us ragged with at least eight or nine miles worth of walking around the city, teasing Harry and telling me embarrassing stories whenever he had the opportunity. By the end of the day, I felt like Nick was a close friend, and it was good to feel like I actually fit in with some of the important people in Harry’s life. 

While we were out, of course, there were a few times the group was stopped by fans wanting photos of them all together, so I did the same thing I did in New York, and offered to take the photo for them, ensuring I was nowhere in the frame. However, there were paps outside a few of the shoppes we visited, and a text from Trevor confirmed they were already on Twitter by the time we had made it to the next store. I didn’t even bother to look at them and thought it was best to just stay away from social media for the rest of the day. When I relayed the information to Harry, he decided the same thing and turned off all notifications on his phone except for texts. 

It’s half seven when Harry and I get back to his home, both of us dragging our feet. We immediately go up to Harry’s room and change into something more comfortable, but Harry stops me midway through pulling a pair of leggings on. I look up at him with a raised eyebrow in question.

“Take a bath with me,” he offers, already stripped down to just his boxers. The thought of a warm, scented bath nearly makes me moan, so I nod and following him into his bathroom, which I’m just now seeing for the first time. 

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Relentless | Calum Hood Series Pt.2

Originally posted by popecalum

                                                  Part T W O 

Request: Being the cousin of Ashton Irwin was exciting, especially when invited to their tour to hang out with his best friends. You found yourself becoming fond of Calum Hood, who finds you annoying from your constant appearance. But what would happen if you stopped giving him that attention?

Word Count: 3k+

A/N: Hope you guys enjoy this part as well! let me know what you all think and lets try to get each part to 100 notes, yeah? if they reach 100 notes, I’ll write another part. if they don’t, it’ll just be delayed. xx

Parts: one, twothree, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty. [DONE]  

                                                   I M A G I N E

LONDON, 20:00 P.M.

Night had finally arrived, and you were quickly settled in. The boys had shown you to your room, which they boasted it to be the largest room of the suite. You removed your day clothes and slipped on some black leggings and a baggy, white t-shirt. You were residing on one of the large couches with Michael while Luke and Ashton were playing ping pong nearby. 

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You Look Cute In My Shirt

Summary/Prompt: “I may have slept in your shirt while you were gone.”
Word Count: 1730 words
Warnings: slight smut (but yeah not really), 
Pairings: Tyler Seguin x Reader

Authors Note: So the other one I posted yesterday was  huge hit and so I though why not post another one. I have a part 2 for this already written so if I get enough feedback on this one, I’ll post the second part.

Originally posted by clarkethesharkmacarthur

The house on nights like tonight were extremely boring and lonely. A cold breeze shot past me, sending shivers down my spine. Lately the house had been extremely cold and it obviously didn’t help that I walked around it in just a t-shirt and underwear. That is unless I had been accompanied by Tyler , then I would be forced to put on more layers. And I’m not saying I liked that.

As of right now, Tyler and the team where a 5 hour plane ride away from Dallas, currently finishing up a road trip. Tyler had crept into my room sometime last week during the earlier hours and had let me know that him and the team were leaving for the week, and that they would be back no later than lunch on Thursday, which was tomorrow.

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Shattered Reflections - Mood Board 


Lexa Woods has everything she wanted in life. Friends, family, and working towards the major of her dreams. She thought life was perfect until she met Clarke Griffin, a blonde haired, blue eyed beauty who just happens to sit next to her in class. But Clarke holds a dangerous secret. Determined to figure out what Clarke is hiding Lexa will go to any length to discover her secret. Can she help Clarke out of the darkness or allow herself to be pulled in with her?


As she rounded the corner of the corner of a building a petite body crashed into hers. Her hand reached out on instinct to grab ahold of the person’s shirt sleeve to try and keep them from falling but was only met with the sound of ripping fabric. Lexa stumbled as she watched blonde hair tumble down to the ground in front of her, jade eyes catching just a hint of pale skin from the torn shirt.

Lexa looked down at the torn fabric in her hands with a small gasp before moving to help whoever it was off the ground,“I’m so sorry! I should have been paying attention to where I was going!”

As she reached to help the person off the ground they suddenly flinched away from her touch before blue eyes looked up at her.

Clarke.

Her eyes held a sense of fear, as she looked at Lexa from her position on the ground. Her lips parted open to taken in ragged breathes and her fingers scrapped against the concrete under her. Lexa stood frozen in place for a moment as she took in the blonde’s behavior before slowly squatting down in front of her, hands held up to show the woman that she wasn’t going to touch her.

“Hey, it’s okay. I’m not going to touch you,” Lexa said quietly,“I’m sorry about your shirt. I didn’t mean to rip it. I can get you a new one.”

That’s when Lexa’s eyes shifted over to Clarke’s arm where she had ripped her shirt. Pale skin peaked out, but what caught Lexa’s attention the most was the deep purple bruise that marred the smooth skin. The brunette’s breath caught in her throat at the obviously fresh bruise and looked back into Clarke’s eyes, who had never stopped looking at Lexa.

“Did someone do this to you?” Lexa said, horrified, as she reached a cautious hand towards Clarke’s arm.

Clarke’s unwavering gaze broke from her’s to flicker down to her arm before a strangled gasp left her lips and she quickly hauled herself from the ground, hand clasping over her bruised arm.

“It’s nothing,” The blonde’s tight voice drifted to her ears,“I’m sorry for running into you. It was my fault. It won’t happen again.”

Before Lexa could react Clarke darted past her, careful to keep plenty of distance between as to not bump into her once more, and hightailed it down the sidewalk next to the building. The brunette stood there, trying to wrap her mind around what had just occurred, as she watched Clarke disappear into the distance. Lexa’s heart urged her to follow the blonde. To make sure that she was indeed okay, even though that she knew that was far from the truth.

Lexa’s instincts had been right. There was definitely something off about the blonde. And she had seen the proof right in front of her.

A hand-shaped bruise wrapped clear around Clarke’s arm.

That’s when Lexa knew that she wasn’t going to just let the blonde push her away so easily. She was going to find out what was going on. No matter what.


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Don't Cry Princess (Part 2)

Harry Hook x Reader

Warnings - none

As you wake up from the night before you relise that Harry isn’t laying next to you anymore.

“Harry?” You whisper from the dryness of your voice. As you go to climb out of Harry’s bed, you notice a new blue bandage around your shoulder.

Walking over to the small port hole window next to his bed, you tilt your head to the side. You notice that it’s bright out side but the smoky clouds block your view of the sun.

As you step away from the window you notice a small black and white photo of a woman on Harry’s book self. Gently picking up the photo you turn it over to see small running writting “To my dear son Harry, I hope ye get to see the world - A….” the name was smugged making it difficult to understand. You try to read what the words are saying but can’t from the dirt.

While you were busy investigating the photo, you didn’t hear Harry walk in. “Princess, what are ye doing?” He walks up behind you, closer then usual and gently takes the photo in his hands.

He stays quiet for a minute before he placed the photo back onto the book shelf before turning to you. “This is me mum. I never met her but this and her necklace. It is all I have left” he takes the golden necklace from under his shirt and holds it in his hands. A bright white pearl sits in the center of a golden necklace. Dimands trace the outline of the heart making it shine. “The pearl in the middle was given to her by a mermaid. My dad use to tell me stories about her when i was little.” Harry smiles at the necklace and places it back under his shirt.

After a moment of silencr you can’t help but to ask “what happened to her?” Harry looks away from you and whispers “I don’t know. My father never told me. And he’s too drunk these days anyway”

After an awkward silence you pull Harry into a hug “I’m sorry Harry” he places a hand on your back before pulling away. “Gil told me he has something of yours”

Taking a second to think you remember the events of last night “The pixie dust! You have to show me where he is” Harry immediately nods and directs you out of his room.

As you step onto the deck you can here Gil singing some sort of sailor song into of the sail post “Gil! I need you!” Harry yells interrupting Gil’s song.

Gil climbs down the ropes landing infront of you “Hey guys whats wrong?” He tilts his head to the side with a big smile on his face.

You lean over and whisper to Gil asking where the pixie dust is. Nodding he goes to grab it from inside his jacket when a voice cleared from behind you.

“What are you doing on my ship (Y/N)!” Uma yells dragging her sword behind her. She stops infront of you and stabs her knife into the ground. Harry steps infront of you and looks down at Uma.

“What are you doing Harry! This is my ship! Your my first mate. You listen to me! So get out of my way.“ Harry doesnt move while Uma jabs her fingers into his chest.

Harry knocks it away calmly “Uma this is not ye'r ship, it’s me father’s and ye are no longer me Captain either. Ye'r nothing but fish bait!” Harry points his hook at her neck before turning it towards the exit of the ship. “It’ll be best of ye left now before I hook ya”

“Whatever, but your nothing without me, NOTHING!”.

“Say hello to Jack for me love!” You yell out resulting in a growl from her.

As Uma stomps back into her mothers chip shop Gil hands you the pixie dust. Quickly hiding it inside your jacket you start to walk off the ship

“I have to get this to Auradon somehow. To keep it safe. But until then I’ll have to hide it in one of my father’s chamed bottles.”

“Where is this bottle?” Harry tilts his head to the side while Gil looks at something in the distance.

“Mabey if i can sneak…” Gil starts pulling at your shirt pointing into the distance.

“What is it Gil” Gil grabs your shoulders turning you around directing you back onto the ship. “What’s gotten into you?”

Before Gil can answer you, your father’s voice echos from behind you.

“(Y/N) what are you doing here with them. You were ment to be home hours ago. You must come home with me now or you’ll know what will happen” He goes to grab your arm but you pull away. Gil holds onto your shoulders tighter while Harry watch’s from the side with a confused look on his face.

Gil knows of your father’s violent background towards you. He’s offered many times for you to stay on the ship with him. But you always declined saying that it was a one off thing and it would never happen again.

Gil pulls you back as you shake your head. “No.” Your father’s face darkens at your answer. “What do you mean no. I am your father, you listen to what I say. I am not afraid to hurt you infront of them.” He goes to punch your face but is cut off by Harry pushing him away from you.

Your father laughs as he stands up facing Harry. “Well what do we know the girl has a knight in shinning armor.“

Gil pulls you behind him as your father goes to hit Harry. You cover your mouth afraid that he will hurt Harry but he’s to quick for your dad.

In one quick step Harry trips your father, making him fall off the ship. Gil looks over the edge making sure he’s gone while Harry walks over to you.

You didn’t notice that you were crying until Harry wipes a tear from your face. As he pulls you into a hug he mumbles into your hair. “I’m sorry that ye father’s like that princess. Ye do relise now that I’m not letting ye go back home with him” nodding your head you look of in the direction to your house.

“I’ll have to get my things first Harry, I’ll be back in half an hour.” Before you can walk of the ship again a hand tightens around your wrist.

“I’m comming with ye, if ye like it or not.” Harry follows you with Gil running up behind you. “Don’t think you can leave me behind to.”

While Harry was distracted with some kids trying to steal of him, Gil pulls you to the side. “I thought you told me that he stoped.” You looked away from Gil “You and I both know that he will never change.” Stepping away from Gil you notice the sadlook in his eyes. “I’m sorry” you whisper before catching up to Harry. Gil follows you but he keeps his distance.

With your dad still back at the ship you quickly jump into your room, funding your over the shoulder bag. Once you fill it with your favourite clothes and nessesities you pass it to Gil through the window “Hold this while I go find the bottle” he nods at your request and continues to guard the window with Harry.

You quickly run down to your father’s study grabbing an enchanted bottle and his spell book. You hide them under your clothes before returning back to the boys.

“Lets get out of here before he returns” you grab your over the shoulder bag off Gil, to his protest and climb down the fire stairwell.

You stay in a comfortable silence as you walk past multiply stalls. You see a dark blue head scarf just like the one Harry used to bandage your arm the night before. You felt bad that you ruined his favourite scarf so you stole that one making sure they didn’t notice. Hidding it inside your bag, you enter the tunnel that leads you to the ship.

You took the long way around to avoid any chance of running into your father. After a minute of walking Harry stops you buy grabbing your hand. Gil continues to walk off not noticing that you two stoped.

“(Y/N) How long has he been like that to ye?” You look away from Harry. “Been like what?” You see him clench his jaw as he takes a step closer to you.

“Ye know what I mean. I heard ye whispering to Gil” your eyes start to sting from past memories but you shrug it off. “Its not important”

Before you can walk away again, he backs you up against the wall. “(Y/N), Please, tell me.”

You stay quiet looking at everything but him. Your eyes lock with his and your heart breaks. “He..He hurt me. Mentally and physically.” You whisper clenching onto your stomach. He looks down at your sudden movement, reaching out to your shirt.

He looks at you “can I see?” You nod, even tho you don’t want him to see what you hide. He gently lifts your shirt up, his eyes go wide. Multiply cuts, scars and new bruises cover your skin. He covers your stomach back up and pulls you into a hug.

“I should’ve been there for ye. I should’ve protected ye.” You shrug your shoulders turning away from him. “It’s not your fault. I left, so you wouldn’t see this and treat me like some broken girl”

He pulls away from you, holding your shoulders “I would say that ye'r the stongest girl that I’ve ever met.” He tucks a peice of hair behind your ear. He starts to lean in until you realise something. “Were’s Gil?”

nickysmum1909  asked:

Can I please ask for #49 with Finn?

#49: “If you can’t sleep…we could have sex?” (Finn Balor)

From drabble list #3 here

Originally posted by sethslayer

       Three hours. That’s how long I’ve been lying in bed next to Finn in the dead of the night, trying but failing to fall asleep. Finn laid closely against me: arm wrapped around my waist, breath pressing softly against my shoulder and his eyes sealed tightly shut.

          I sat up, trying not to wake or move him from his current position, and slowly climbed out of bed.

          “I know you’re still awake sweetheart.” He mumbled groggily opening his left eye just a crack for me to see under the moonlight shining through to our room. “You alright?”

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WHAT I THINK (Bob Morley x Reader)

Request: Can you make another Bob Morley one? Not bell but bob? I love thats one!!! You are amazing
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Can you write some fluff where the reader comforts Bob about his body image issues, if you’ve seen that YouTube video.


Bob hesitates, fingers brushing the bottom of his shirt. His eyes are slightly wide as he listens to how his heart speeds up. After a few months of getting to know each other, you’re currently sitting on his bed in his room, lips locked with each others as you hold hands. 

You smile against his lips, more happy than you’ve ever been before. As your chest rises and falls, you run your hands through his soft hair which causes him to whimper ever so slightly. 

“Y/N,” He mumbles your name, his australian accent making you melt.

The air is cold and his room is quiet but when you pull back to look at him, you feel complete. “You’re perfect.” You admit, giving him a smile, “Tonight was amazing.”

 Not noticing the lack of a smile on his features, you lean down to place a soft kiss on his freckled cheek. He pulls you on top of him, letting you straddle his thigh. “Y/N… I can’t.” He breathes heavily, hands resting on your thighs gently. 

You furrow your eyebrows slightly, wondering if he’s alright. “What’s wrong?” He seems at war with himself, wondering what he should tell you. It’s not that he doesn’t want to make love to you, it’s just that he wishes he felt comfortable with himself to actually do this. “Is it something I did?” You wonder, eyes wide in slight fear.

“No, no,” He mutters, a smile easing onto his lips, “You’re wonderful. It’s me. I just…” He takes a breath, disappointed that he can’t give you want you want, “I don’t, um..”

“You can tell me anything.” 

“I don’t feel comfortable with how I look and…” He sighs, hesitating. All the feelings of when he was young and didn’t want to take his shirt off at the pool rushed back into his chest. “I just don’t want to disappoint you.” 

“You could never disappoint me, Bobby.” You admit, genuinely. “We don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with, okay?”

He looks down, nodding slightly. “Okay… I’m sorry.”

You shake your head, getting off of him and laying beside him on the bed. Looking to him with a smile, you place a hand on the side of his cheek. “Don’t be.”

He gives you a small smile, not wanting you to remember this night badly. “Is tonight still amazing?” He asks, repeating your words from earlier.

A smile spreads across your lips and you press your forehead against his, “Only because I’m with you.” 

dinosaurswearingdior  asked:

hello fun fact I would read like 50k of your frat au it's fantastic thank you and good night

also follow up: re: frat au: how did sid and geno meet?? <3

And also from other anon: 

Sid meets frat boy geno while he’s wearing the “looking 4 a one night stand” t shirt

Anon 2: 

At my university the Greek life clubs are well known for doing service work outside of their partying so I’d like to think that frat president Geno met Sidney at some kind of volunteer program and falls in love immediately. Cue Geno signing up for all these different service opportunities just to be able to stare at Sid all day

Anon 3:

Okay, but I neeeeed to know how frat!president Geno woos Sid. Like does he meet him in a class freshman year and follow him around like a puppy? Does he see him at the gym sophmore year and get the pledges to help him stalk (benefits of being on the rush committee) Does Sid come as a package deal with the French Canadians and Geno has to prove he’s not just a stereotype to get Sid’s attention? Do their mutual friends scheme? Is Ovi involved? *gasp*


It starts like this: the Rho Epsilon Nu international headquarters requires each member to do at least ten hours of volunteer service each semester, and Geno, the hockey-loving, current VP of Service and President-hopeful, signs them all up to help out in a local youth hockey program.

“It’s so damn early,” Flower moans. “Why are we awake?”

Because apparently children love to be awake at 9 AM to gear up and slip and slide all over the rink like baby penguins. And it’s because the Rhos have been very much lacking in community service hours, and the Greek Life advisor has been on their ass about it since Geno got the position, and he’s sick and tired of being hungover and having to go to the office to discuss what they could do together to help Rho Ep improve when Geno knows fully well that nothing can really be changed until the next rush event when they get new pledges, which isn’t until the following semester.

On an unrelated note, it’s at this very rink where Geno meets the most gorgeous man in the country, possibly the world, in the shape of the head program volunteer. Unfortunately, the most gorgeous man in the world seems to hate Geno on sight. He glances at Geno and the Rhos behind him, at their sweatshirt letters, all sleep-rumpled and looking like they’d had too much to drink last night (not Geno; he knew he didn’t want to die and collapse on kiddies), and gave a very unimpressed and unfairly pretty frown. His nametag says ‘Sidney.’

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Best friendship are between these two

*Slytherin enters the room and start throwing clothes on Hufflepuff’s bed*
Hufflepuff: what are you doing?
Slytherin: get changed, we’re going out
Hufflepuff: where to?
Slytherin: get up.
Hufflepuff: no.
Slytherin *picks up two shirts*:which one?
Hufflepuff: the right one, but where…
Slytherin *trows the right shirt on Hufflepuff’s face*: c'mon we are late.
Hufflepuff: you can’t make me go against my own will.
Slytherin: of course I can .
Hufflepuff: no Slytherin, you can’t .
Slytherin:
Hufflepuff:
Slytherin:
Hufflepuff:
fine, where you wanna go?