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Falling into the wrong crowd.

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“It sounds like you’re trying to convince yourself.“

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You have been through this phase before with him, the late nights, the dense trail of alcohol etched into his clothes, the drunken slurs, and the stumbling around the house as he attempts not to knock over one of the valuable pieces that hang around the house.

You thought the phase was over with, that he had overcome everything and was far better than how he used to be. It just seems to be history is repeating itself, again.

You sigh as you gaze over at your sleeping husband, his hair a mayhem, his scent not emanating like the delightful sensation you are used to, but instead, smells like alcohol. You can determine that last night he was in the hard liquor, you know that scent better than anyone.

You enable your finger to trace over the several tattoos on his arm, your mind trying to think of what to do with him.

He’s falling— falling into the wrong crowd, again.

You observe as he begins to leisurely wake up, his body stretching out while a few groans escape his dry and more than likely dehydrated lips. He lifts his arm to wrap around you but you gently push it away, causing him to prop himself up on his forearms, his eyes dipping to glance at you.

“Mornin’, love.” His dry voice echoes against the plasticity of the bedroom walls’, his eyes resembling nothing but bloodshot and exhaustion.

You exhale a breath, disappointed in him for the second time this week, “Morning, have a good night?” You question while pushing the heavy covers off your warm body, and swinging your legs over the edge of the bed.

He grows withdrawn for a moment, your feet hitting the raw floorboards’ a shiver radiating through your body as you stand to your feet. “What happened last night?” He falls back to the bed, resting his head back to his pillow while tucking his arm under the covers.

“Don’t know.” You shrug, reaching for a long sleeve and pulling it over your body, “You got drunk and managed to get home, that’s all I know.” You bitterly add, shaking your head to yourself, trying to work out where things went wrong again with him.

He was doing so well, he had cut off the immoral influences, he was back in the studio, for heaven’s sake, his album reached multi-platinum in the U.S this morning and he probably doesn’t even know it.

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anonymous asked:

um i don't know maybe a modern day newt thing where he's reader's college roommate or in the same classes as her & he obviously fancies her and everybody can tell but her? hope that didn't suck too much

Didn’t suck at all lol and sorry for the wait! Hope you like it ❤️

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Imagine: Being Newt’s college roommate. (Modern day AU)

“Queenie, I knowwww. Geez. Yes…okay, yes. No, I don’t care if you think Dr. Graves is a hot professor, you can’t go flirting with him.”

Newt smiled in amusement, still looking down at his biology textbook as he listened in on your’s and Queenie’s phone call. He knew many women flocked to the psychology courses simply for Dr. Graves, but he’d like to think you didn’t quite see it that way. Call him jealous, but he’d like to think you had better standards than some older man who rocked a cool haircut.

“Okay, I’ll meet you guys later. Of course Newt is coming…”

Newt glanced up momentarily at the sound of his name, and he raised an eyebrow at you. Your smile was a naughty one, and he can only venture a guess it wasn’t going to be something he liked.

“Mmk, I’ll see you later then. Tell Jacob I said hi.”

You tapped the end call button, tossing your cell on your small dorm mattress, and plopping yourself down on Newt’s bed. He twirled around in his chair, book laying on his lap as he glared at you.

“What exactly am I doing?”

“Before you say no, keep in mind you owe me for the last time.”

“What last time?”

You sighed at the zoology student, elbow resting on his desk as you waved your hand about. “You dragged me to some weird exhibit that had animal carcasses everywhere.”

Newt closed the textbook, placing it back in his bag as he chuckled. “I can assure you, that was far more than an exhibit of dead animals. Each one was an experiment on how the environment and other predatory creatures-”

“Yeah yeah, word of advice next time take me out to dinner as a date not a museum of death.”

Newt almost laughed at your playful words, except one part in particular made him freeze. He looked up at you, a small blush forming on his freckled cheeks. “A…date?”

Newt’s crush on you was no secret to anyone, although apparently he thought he hid it well. But, a man can only stare at you so much before it became obvious. However, you liked the reserved student just as much. Being honest with yourself, you never thought someone like him would be your type. He was handsome, no doubt, but judging by your dating rap sheet, party boys seemed more your area. And yet, the first time you met Newt he was just different. In a good way, of course. He was kind, gentle, sweet, and loyal to a fault you’d think. There were times you didn’t think you even deserved his friendship, let alone his adoration.

“Yes…” You replied, smirking over at the blushing man. “I mean, if you don’t want to go out-”

“I do!” Newt blurted out his answer a bit quicker than he wanted, and he looked down at his hands, stumbling over his words. “That is…um, if you’ll let me. May I?”

He was beyond adorable in your eyes, and how could you possibly decline such an offer? You got up from your spot, and took a seat on his lap much to his pleasure. Newt smiled up at you, still unsure of what to do, but he didn’t deny himself the pleasure of your company.

“You may, Scamander. Which is perfect timing, because we’re going on a double date with Queenie and Jacob tonight.”

Originally posted by sparklingnifflers

  • *221B*
  • Sherlock: *sitting in his chair*
  • Rosamund: *sitting in his lap; frowning at a photo* What am I looking at, Uncle Sherlock?
  • Sherlock: *smiles* My baby *points* that's the head, see?
  • Rosamund: *fascinated* Wooow...all those squiggly lines are a person?
  • Sherlock: *chuckles* Yes.
  • Rosamund: Your person.
  • Sherlock: *nods* Yup. And your Aunt Molly's.
  • Rosamund: *giggles* It's funny.
  • Sherlock: Hmm?
  • Rosamund: *still laughing* Aunt Molly has a person in her. How did you put it there?
  • Sherlock: *snorts* Oh, no *lifts her and stands* I'm not having that conversation for another twenty five years.
  • Molly: *enters; grinning* Hello.
  • Rosamund: *happily* Aunt Molly! *runs over; hugs her, whispers* hello, little person.
  • Molly: *smiles* You told her, then?
  • Sherlock: *nods* Oh, yes *pats Rosie's head* you're going to be a godcousin, aren't you?
  • Rosamund: *excited* Uh-huh.
  • Molly: *giggles* Is that so?
  • Sherlock: *nudges Rosie* Pyjamas, young lady. I'll be in soon.
  • Rosamund: *sighs* Okay, Uncle Sherlock. Night Aunt, Molly. Night, little person *runs off*
  • Molly: *calls* Night, Rosie *hugs Sherlock* I'm glad she took it well.
  • Sherlock: *kisses the top of her head* Mmm *pauses* John has some questions to answer, though.
Saudade: Ch5

There was no use in arguing, it was pretty clear you couldn’t stay away from Brendon. When you woke up in his arms the following day, you both agreed it would be best for you to just give in and stay at his place until Josh came home. You were tearing yourself apart being alone in that apartment and it was doing you absolutely no favors. Brendon helped you pack up a couple things, reassuring you that he’d always be more than willing to drive you back over if you ever wanted or needed it, and then took you over to his place. As much as you tried, you couldn’t keep your hands off of him. It seemed like almost every conversation led to his lips on your neck or your arms around his waist or the two of you, no clothes, fucking relentlessly on the sofa or in the shower or on the bed. It hadn’t even been twenty four hours in his house and you already felt the chemistry between the two of you strengthen. There was something about Brendon that you craved. Being with him made you feel like being on a constant high, inhaling a reckless happiness, swallowing some sort of euphoric drug.

So naturally, staying at his house felt like being on vacation in paradise. You had only been there for a day but you were already not wanting to leave. Unlike your tiny apartment, Brendon owned a house. A whole house, all to himself. There was a pool, a giant painting of Frank Sinatra, a wine fridge, and two dogs, Penny and Bogart. You learned a lot of things about him too. Almost at every hour of the day, he either had a glass of beer in his hand or a joint. He smoked weed often, and drank, something you rarely ever saw from Josh. However, there were some similarities. You saw the same snapback sporting, goofy grinning, ripped jean wearing, passionate drummer in Brendon that you saw in Josh. In fact, Brendon didn’t only play drums, but he played a lot of other instruments too, and sang. “Geez,” you laughed when you found out. “You’re practically a legend.”

“I guess so,” Brendon shrugged, taking a long drag. He had decided to take you to the studio the next day, just a small shack looking thing outside his house by the pool. There was a glowing sign that read Urielectric, a bit cheesy but definitely a masterpiece, several guitars, a drum set, a couple awards, a synth pad, a computer, and ripped out notebook paper scattered on the floor.

“What’s this?” you wondered, picking up a piece of paper. Your eyes scanned across the words, the phrases blended into what sounded like poetry, gorgeous metaphors and clever puns intertwined and scrawled onto the page in what you assumed to be his handwriting. “It’s amazing.”

“I write songs,” he explained. “I have a band actually, Panic! at the Disco. I used to do it with some other guys, but uh, it didn’t really work out.” There’s a pause and something in his eyes that looks like nostalgia mixed with heartbreak. “But uh, it’s great now.” He clears his throat. “Just me, and it’s been better than ever. My last album hit the top of the charts, and it’s pretty awesome.”

“Josh has a band too,” you nodded, the words falling out of your mouth so naturally you didn’t even notice until it was too late. You mentally cursed yourself. For all the times you would brag about your boyfriend, now it was finally coming back to get revenge.

“Who?” he did a doubletake. It’s then that you realize you’ve never actually spoken his name before to Brendon.

“Josh,” you repeated. “Uh, my boyfriend.”

Brendon stared at you, almost in shock. “His name’s Josh?”

“Yeah,” you replied.

“And he has a band?” he recalled.

“That’s what I said,” you eyed him strangely. “Why?”

“And uh, earlier, you said he left for tour or something?” Brendon cleared his throat.

“Why are you acting so weird?” you raised an eyebrow. “Do you know him?”

“It’s not like, Josh Dun, right? From Twenty One Pilots?” he wondered.

“That’s him,” you answered. “Why? Is that going to be a problem or something?”

“No, no, I uh, um…” Brendon looked uneasy. “He’s just, a really nice guy. We’re friends, kind of, sort of. I mean, we hang out sometimes. We grab drinks, skateboard, that sort of stuff.”

“I knew you looked familiar,” you nodded. “Josh listens to your music, he likes it.”

“Yeah,” he nodded slowly. He looks uncomfortable.

“Something wrong?” you inquired.

“Look,” he sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Josh is just, he’s a super great guy. Honest. And he’s lucky as hell to have you, I mean, you guys are perfect for each other. I just feel bad I guess.”

“And you think I don’t?” you interjected.

“You’re the one who called me,” Brendon narrowed his eyes. “Don’t you dare start to throw a pity party, y/n. Don’t blame this on me. I didn’t do anything.”

“You’re the one being a huge dick going around with that relentless ego of yours,” you argued.

“Huge dick, huh?” he challenged, taking you and pinning you to the wall, tight grip on your wrists, his face dangerously close to yours. “How about we see how this huge dick looks getting shoved down your throat, huh?”

“Do it then,” you teased. “Or are you too pussy to face fuck me in this fancy little studio of yours anyways?”

“Oh I can shut you up real quick, princess,” Brendon growled, pushing you to your knees and unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans, shoving down his boxers and pulling his erection up to your lips, grabbing a fistful of your hair and shoving his cock into your mouth. “Better show me what else that mouth of yours can do, baby.” You looked up at him with a playful gaze and his lust filled eyes stared down at you, gripping your hair tighter and pushing another inch down your throat. Your eyes started to water as he tugged your head back and forth, pumping his dick in and out of your mouth, moans escaping his lips. “And to think that just seconds ago you were trying to defend your precious boyfriend, huh? Josh?” He started to go faster, using his other hand to clamp down on your hair, slamming his cock between your lips. “Of course he’d be the kind to baby you. I bet the thought of calling you a slut wouldn’t even cross his mind.” Brendon began to force you to deepthroat him and you’re choking on his cock, staring up at him pleadingly, but he just drags his lower lip between his teeth and laughs softly. “You’re such a fucking whore.” He starts to go faster and faster and you’re barely able to breathe when he cums, the warm liquid sliding down your throat and filling up your mouth, and he’s gasping and cursing and moaning your name, tugging so tight on your hair. When Brendon pulls out he takes a deep breath, wiping the dribble of cum from your lips, tugging his jeans back up and fixing himself before pulling you up to your feet and kissing you.

“Holy fuck Brendon,” you moaned into his mouth.

“Yeah,” he chuckled when pulled away. “Josh can’t work you in the ways that I can, huh?”

“Brendon,” you stared at him, knees growing weak.

“Goddammit, I bet you’re soaked,” he smirked. “Aren’t you?”

“Bren-” you began to protest again but he pulled you towards him, kissing your lips and then trailing them down your neck, sucking at the skin for a moment before withdrawing himself.

“You’re so sexy. So distracting,” he clicked his tongue. “And to think that I actually thought for a second I might get any work done with you in this studio.” He wrapped you in his arms and kissed the top of your head. “God, I love you y/n.”

You froze and that’s when he realized what he had said. You fixed your eyes on him, several moments passing before you dared to speak. “Y-you love me?” you wondered, pulling back and staring at him.

“Well I uh, um, I just…” he was at a loss for words, staring down at his shoes before glancing at you. “Yeah. I do.”

“Oh,” you bit down on your lower lip.

“Is that, uh, is that okay?” Brendon’s eyes softened. “Look I didn’t want to-”

“It’s okay,” you interrupted. “I mean, um, I love you too. Or at least I think I do. I don’t know.” You took a deep breath. “I don’t want to admit it, but I’m pretty sure I do.” You glanced up at Brendon. “Uh, if that even makes any sense.”

“Yeah,” he reassured awkwardly. “It does.”

“I just um, I don’t want this to be, well…” you took a deep breath. “This has to be our secret, okay?”

“Of course,” Brendon nodded.

“We’re not telling Josh, we’re not telling anybody,” you stated. “Got it?”

“Would never cross my mind,” he insisted.

“Okay,” you closed your eyes tight. You stepped back towards him and gave him a kiss on the lips. “I’m going to leave you alone for a bit. You get some work done, yeah? No distractions.”

“Yeah, okay,” he gives a soft laugh.

When you exit the studio, you walk back towards his house replaying all that had been said and done in your head. You were crazy, absolutely fucking crazy. You tried to clear your mind, walking back into the house and sitting on the couch, switching on the television, Bogart hopping into your lap. “What the fuck am I going to do?” you sighed. “It’s not like I can just leave Brendon, and it’s not like I’m going to leave Josh either.” You stared at the puppy. “And now I’m fucking talking to a dog. I must really be out of my mind now.” Your phone rang on the armrest beside you and you instantly perked up. You hadn’t heard your phone ring in days. Even more surprisingly, it was Josh. You instantly picked it up. “Hey!”

“Hey baby,” he greeted. “How are you doing?”

“I’m great,” you responded, the words being said before you could even think. You were doing pretty great, you couldn’t deny that. “How about you?”

“I’m fine,” he sighed. “I just miss you.”

“Yeah, I miss you too,” you frowned. “A lot.”

“Ty said maybe when we get back to the states, uh, we can fly you out,” he suggested. “You can come with us on the road for a couple days. He’s letting Jenna, for some of the east coast dates.”

“Oh,” an unintentional flat toned response slips out of your mouth.

“W-well you don’t have to, um, if you don’t want to,” he quickly reassured. “I just thought that uh, maybe you know, since I haven’t seen you in forever, you might want to spend some time with me, see one of our shows…” There’s a pause like he’s waiting for you to say something but you’re too busy contemplating whether to stay with Brendon or fly out to Josh that you forget to actually respond to him. “You know what, it’s fine, forget it.”

“No, no,” you instantly break out of your daze. “Uh, I’d love to. I’m just kind of shocked. That sounds great.”

“Yeah?” his voice instantly sounds so much more enthusiastic. “You’d really do that?”

“Sure,” you nodded. “I mean, Jenna’s coming, so Tyler’s cool with it, right?”

“Definitely,” he answered. “Dang, I miss you so much y/n.”

“I miss you too,” you murmured.

“It must be lonely in that apartment without me,” he mumbled and you blinked twice, trying to remember that’s where you’re supposed to be.

“It is,” you drew out the words slowly.

“I’m watching a movie right now with Tyler,” he explained. “I wish you were here beside me on this couch, wrapped up in my arms, your lips on my neck, just the way you know I like it. I miss being able to kiss you, to hug you, to have you beside me.” He lets out a breath and you envision him closing his eyes. “I really do miss you.”

“So do I baby,” you replied.

“But we’ll see each other again soon,” Josh insisted. “Don’t worry.”

“I know,” you swallowed uncomfortably.

“I’ve got to go, Tyler’s giving me rude glares,” he laughed. “I love you.”

“Love you,” you chuckled, waiting to hear the beep, signaling you that he had hung up. When it came, you closed your eyes tight, taking a deep breath and then setting your phone down.

“That was cute,” the voice behind you made you jump in your seat, Bogart barking in your lap at the sudden jostle of your legs.

“Holy fucking shit, Brendon,” you clenched your chest, turning around and gasping for breath. “You almost gave me a heart attack.”

“Yeah whatever,” he teased, flopping down on the couch beside you. There was a pause. “You really miss him?”

“Of course I do,” you narrowed your eyes. “I mean, yeah, staying at your place makes things a lot better, but you’re not him. You know?”

“Oh believe me, I know,” Brendon smirked. “I know I’m a thousand times better.”

“There’s that ego again,” you rolled your eyes.

“You love it,” he insisted. “I know you do.”

“You don’t know shit,” you playfully jabbed his side.

“I know that you can’t resist a little bit of this,” he chuckled, kissing your lips and starting to climb on top of you, your legs parting and letting his waist delve between them, slowly grinding down on your center. You moaned into his mouth softly and he hummed with delight. When you pulled away, you both laughed.

“Why does every single thing we talk about always end up with us having sex?” you complained.

“Like I said,” Brendon shrugged. “I’m just so irresistible.”

“Oh shut up,” you scoffed. “I think you need a lesson in humility.”

“Yeah?” he raised an eyebrow, amused. “And how might you accomplish that?”

“I might have a few ideas,” a naughty smirk tugged at the sides of your lips.

“I’m all for it then,” he grinned. “Care to show me?”

“I’d love to,” you bit down on your lower lip for a moment before leaning down to kiss him again, tugging at his shirt, legs wrapped around his waist, ready to finally switch things up for a change and be the one in charge.

Werewolf AU Drabble

Usually nothing was different, he got a little wild during the full moon, but other than that Vlad was 100% unchanged. Sure the sudden burst of fur and fangs and claws was jarring at first, but not a deal breaker. Vlad had noticed small changed in his every day life of course. A desire for more meat than he had ever had before, and rarer than he had previously prefered, a general and overwhelming desire to go get that thing you just threw, right damn now, and of course heightened senses.

He hadn’t truly become aware of the last change until Danny had come to visit him at his office, fresh from a work out. Vlad was assulted by a cool minty scent, and a slight brine as soon as Danny had walked through the door. Vlad had hauled him into his lap with no preamble, and buried his nose into the crook of Danny’s neck. Without the dull smell of soap to mute his natural scent, Danny smelled absolutely amazing. His sweat had only heightened the frosty, spearmint that seemed to come directly from Danny’s core.

Vlad only became aware of the nibbles and kisses he was applying to the delicious skin of Danny’s neck when the head attached to said neck started calling his name, trying to snap Vlad out of the semi trance he found himself in. He pulled back like he’d been burned.

“Oh God I’m so sorry….I seem to have lost control for a moment.” Vlad cleared his throat and readjusted his tie and hair, he had throughly mussed himself up whilst nuzzling into Danny.

Danny laughed and slipped off of Vlad’s lap with a smirk “What am I irresistible to you now? Gonna go wild on me” Danny waved his hands dramatically on either side of his head. Despite the teasing nature of the question, Vlad found himself wincing. Would he? We’re these small changes only a precursor to a larger issue? Would he lose his own humanity?

Danny frowned softly in concern when Vlad didn’t immediately snark back. “Hey….” he grabbed Vlad’s face and forced him to look Danny in the eyes “That’s not gonna happen, I’m not gonna let it.” He smiled toothily “I would miss your snarky ass.”

Vlad smiled softly, worries not gone, simply abated. He could worry later in private “Yes, I know.” He brought his hand up to cup Danny’s jaw “I trust you Daniel.”

Danny smiled and turned his face to kiss Vlad’s fingers. “Alright, up you go.” He tugged on Vlad’s arm “You’ve been in the office too ling, your going crazy. Let’s get lunch.”

Vlad chuckled “Perhaps your right….I could use a bite anyways…..suggestions?”

Danny grinned “Nasty Burger!” Vlad sighed and nodded. Of course. Well….if that’s what it took to make Danny happy. He stood and grabbed his wallet.

“Well….at least it lives up to the name.”

Bad Girl Ch 11: Just Let Me Hold You

Sorry had a busy day! Here is three chapters to make up for it!

“Oh how things have changed,” I sigh as I dip my hand into the warm water. Baekhyun is facing away from me, his body curled into a tight ball in the tub. “Baekhyun,” I call softly, daring to reach out and rest my hand on his shoulder only to have him scoot away from me. “How is your head feeling?”

“It hurts,” He answers back in a small voice.

“That’s what happens when you almost knock yourself out from banging your head on the floor. Why in the world would you hurt yourself like that Baekhyun?”

“I feel guilty.”

I nod, “You should.”

He sniffles softly, “I’m so sorry for being such a horrible person to you.”

Without much thought I reach out and rub his back gently, “I forgive you but only because this whole situation is a hot mess.”

He is quiet for a moment before looking at me over his shoulder, “Were you really going to marry him?”

I hold up my left hand, “Yep, a month from tomorrow we were going to get married.”

“Are you mad at me for ruining it all? Would rather have not known about us?”

I sigh as I look down at the ring that usually makes my heart flutter but now it’s a different feeling, “I’m not mad at you, I’m mad at Jiyong for lying to me, and to be honest, I’m grateful that I found out about all of this before we got married or had a family.”

Baekhyun opens his mouth to speak but closes it a second after only to open it again, the words caught in his throat, “You want to have a family with him?”

“I want a family, yes, I’m not really sure with who anymore though. This is a lot right now, I just need to figure out the rest of the week before I think that far ahead.”

He turns a bit so he is almost facing me, “What are you doing about tonight?”

“You guys have me for tonight.”

He perks up, a small smile plays on his lips, “The whole night?”

“Yes, and you are wasting your time with me pouting,” I flick him on the forehead.

“How much time we do we have left?”

I shrug and glance at the door, “Until someone, my guess Xiumin or Chanyeol, come busting in to check on us. So at most five minutes.” He surprises me by grabbing one of my hands in both of his, holding it softly as if it is an egg that he could crush. I’ve never seen those beautiful hands so hesitant to touch me, I think back suddenly of all the times these hands have made me come undone and I find myself blushing.

“Baby,” Baekhyun muses, “Stop looking at me like that, I’m getting embarrassed.”

“Sorry,” I mumble softly as I look away.

There is a knock at the door, “Baby.”

I groan, “You guys shouldn’t be using that nickname since we aren’t back together.”

Chanyeol peeks his head in the door, followed by Chen, Tao, and Sehun, “We are so used to it, are really going to tell us to stop?”

I nod, “Yes, I’m telling you to stop and use my name like normal people. I wasn’t lying when I said I’m a different person.”

They all pout, Chen comes in first and takes my free hand, “Baby, please stop saying that stuff.”

“Well Jongdae,” I take both of my hands away, “Excuse me for being honest.”

“You guys stop giving her a hard time about this,” Xiumin scolds joining us in the suddenly busy bathroom.

“Are we having a party in here?” Kris muses.

“No,” I snap standing up to glare at them.  “Baekhyun was taking a bath and we were having a quiet conversation before everyone started busting in. Now all of you please get out so he can finish his bath.”

“Why does he get alone time with you? Hitting my head up against the wall a few times is all it takes to get your attention?” Sehun murmurs.

“Don’t you even think about doing it,” I warn.

“Everyone calm down,” Xiumin’s stern voice echoes through the room making everyone quiet down, I even find myself bashfully staring down at my hands feeling like I’m in trouble. “How about we each have our time alone with her like when she first got here?”

“Can we make it ten minutes in stead of five?” Tao suggests.

Xiumin nods, “We each need our time to catch up so yes.”

“Does that mean this is my time alone with her?” Baekhyun finally speaks.

“Yes!” The group decides unanimously.

“Than get your asses out of here!” The usually playful man snarls.

The group grumbles but doesn’t put up much more of a fight as they shuffle out of the room with pouts on their faces. When the door is closed and I am alone with Baekhyun again I let out a breath I didn’t even know I was holding and sit back down on the edge of the tub.

“Those bastards,” He grumbles under his breath as he shifts to a more comfortable position in the tub closer to me.

“Those bastards are your brothers,” I remind him.

He closes his eyes and rests his wet hair on my thigh, “They are my competition.”

I sigh but stroke his head softly, “Why am I called baby when all of you are nothing but children?”


“Yes, children, selfish, narcissistic, and spoiled.”

His face shows obvious irritation but he doesn’t move from my lap, “I am not a child.”

“Than what do you call that tantrum you just had?”

“That wasn’t a-“

I cut him off, “It was an episode right? A mental break from all the stress of my death and, I guess, my resurrection? Do those happen often?”

He shrugs, “Every once and awhile.”

“You should have gotten help from a professional, that’s what I had to do after all of that.”

He opens his eyes to stare up at me, “What was it like for you?”

“For me? At first it was really hard since I had been told that the people who I thought loved me the most left me to die but after some time and two therapy sessions a week I got better. Jiyong and Jiho really helped me too, they made me feel really safe.”

“Did you think about us at all?” His eyes are closed again, his brow crinkles as if he’s preparing himself for an answer he doesn’t want to hear.

I chuckle as his childish attitude, “Of course I thought about you all the time at first.”

“At first?”

I nod, “At first it was hard to go more than a few hours without thinking of you but after time I got myself to stop. It hurt way too much to keep thinking about you guys, I felt so betrayed.”

“We didn’t betray you!” He roars, suddenly on his feet.

I stand up too, my hands out in front of me in surrender, “I know that now.”

He shakes his head, “No, you have absolutely no idea how we felt when we thought we let you get murdered by those bastards!”

Anger boils in my veins, “I may not know the exact feeling you had but I know the pain of having your heart ripped out of your chest and shredded to pieces. Sure, you all had to sit there and watch it happen but I had to experience it, I felt each kick, each punch, I had to listen to all their degrading and threatening words.”

His face softens, “I’m sorry Baby.”

“Our time is probably up,” I straighten my shoulders and turn on my heel to leave. I don’t get very far before wet arms wrap around me.

“I’m so sorry, for everything. For letting that happen to your in the first place and for not being considerate about it now, I’m so sorry.”

I sigh but turn around a pull the crying boy into my arms, his face tucked into the crook of my neck, “I forgive you.” We stand there for a few moments before he starts shivering and I have to pry the boy off me. He looks absolutely miserable shaking there as I run into his room to grab him some clothes. I help him get dressed a small smirk on my face.

“What is so funny?”

I look up at him as I pull his shirt over his head, “I’m just thinking about how we switched. I never thought any of you would need my help this much.”

He gives me a small smile as he strokes my cheek, “We need you more than you will ever know.”

“Time is up!” Sehun busts into the room again.

I kiss Baekhyun’s cheek before looking to the younger boy and follow him out of the room. The younger grabs my hand eagerly, he leads me to his room where he automatically slams the door shut and locks it. I raise my brows at him.

He gives me an awkward smile, “I just want to make sure none of the hyungs try to bust in.”

“Like you just did?”

He ignores the question, “How have you been? You look so pretty, I like your hair.” Without hesitation he reaches out and begins twirling a lock of my hair around his finger.

“I’ve been good I guess, though today hasn’t been the easiest day of my life. What about you Sehun-ah, how have you been?”

He looks me in the eye, “I’ve missed you, so much.”

“I heard you were having some issues, you, Kai, and Tao, how are you feeling?”

“I’m happy I didn’t die. I’m so happy to know you are alive, I’m happy I can touch you again, feel your soft skin under my finger tips. I can breath in your sweet vanilla scent again.”

“You need to remember to keep your distance Sehun,” I remind him as I take a step away. I look him up and down and suddenly I feel on edge from his domineering presence that he only has when he wants to have sex.

“Like you kept your distance with Baekhyun hyung?”

“That was different,” I snap back, “He didn’t have his fuck me eyes on like you do.”

“So I have to look like a lost puppy to get you to touch me?” He scoffs.

I gulp but nod, “I need to feel like you are as defenseless as me.”

“I am completely bared to you right now,” He opens his arms to me, his voice cracks as he speaks. “I don’t know what else you want me to do. You already have my heart so I have nothing else to give.”

“Sehun,” I take a step closer. “I don’t want to make all of you cry today.”

“I cry every day because of you. I lay awake every night because I don’t want to dream about you, I know I can’t handle waking up without you so don’t worry about me crying right now. I just, I just, want to hold you right now. We can talk more later right now I just want to lay down next to you, please?”

“If you try anything I’ll kill you,” I warn him as I slowly make my way over to the bed.

“I would prefer it to a life without you.”

I want to ask him more but the sad look on his face keeps me from opening my mouth. Instead I just shuffle to the bed and roll into the comfortable warmth. Sehun goes under the covers before snuggling closer to me. “Sehun.”

He looks up at me with wide, innocent eyes, “I’m a lost puppy.”

I snicker but roll on to my side so we can snuggle, he scoots closer behind me so our bodies curve together perfectly. His arm snakes around my waist as he tries to pull himself closer and closer until there is no space left between our bodies.

“Thank you Baby.”


“You are all such children,” I groan as Kai insists to snuggle like Sehun did. After a few minutes of being wrapped in the youngest’s arms he was fast asleep. Kai came in when the ten minutes were up and it was easy to see the jealousy on his face. He was some how able to pry me out of the other’s arms without waking him but the moment we got into Kai’s room he demanded me to basically rock him to sleep. Like before I lay on the bed expect Kai to take the same position as the younger by but instead he rests his head on my chest and wraps both of his arms around my waist before rolling us so he is on top, his whole body resting on me.

“Only when it comes to you,” He mumbles into my chest.

“How ironic when I’m supposed to be the baby. I thought I was supposed to be the only little in this house.”

“You make me feel so little some times.”

“Oh really?”

He chuckles, “I thought I would be okay when you were gone, but I wasn’t. None of us were but I think Tao, Sehun, and I had it worse.”

“We are still really young, we aren’t as mentally stable as the older boys so that’s probably why.”

“Mentally stable? None of us are mentally stable anymore, I don’t even know if we were to begin with but the moment we lost you we all went completely insane.”

“Jongin, there is no need to exaggerate.”

“You are right , this no need. I’m not exaggerating at all! Sehun and I stood on the edge of a building for a whole day talking each other on and off the ledge. Tao was in the hospital for two months after he tried to kill himself in a car accident. You saw what Chanyeol and Baekhyun are like now, they’ve been doing that to anyone that just looks at them wrong. Chen, Suho, and Lay have been MIA for a good amount of the year doing horrible things that they said they would never do. Lay got involved in providing black market organs for gods sakes, we don’t deal with people. Kris created a new branch in the human trafficking line in Korea. Luhan nearly overdosed and Xiumin,” He stops to take a breath, “Xiumin hyung has been as bad as you would expect.”

“I thought you were sleeping.”

“Why? Is that too much of an update for you?”

“No,” I snap, “I’m just struggling with the answer to a question and you are distracting me. Our time is running out so you should get to sleep.”

He peeks up at me, “Can you run your fingers through my hair?”



Tao holds my hand tighter in his, our fingers tangled together. We lay on the couch in the living room that is surprisingly empty.

“So I heard there was an accident,” I sadly muse at Tao.

He looks away strangely bashful for his usual demeanor, “I was hoping they wouldn’t tell you.”

“Tao, this is really serious, how could you just try to roll your car? You almost killed yourself and a few other people.”

“Can we not talk about it?”

“Fine,” I cross my arms over my chest. “What do you want to talk about?”


“You have to be more specific, what do you want to know?”

He hums to himself for a moment, “Tell me about your new life.”

“Like what?”

“Do you go to school still?”

I shake my head, “Jiyong got me a tutor.”

“What about friends? You don’t talk to Jihyo still do you?”

Again I shake my head, “I stopped talking to her when you left, Jiyong’s reasoning was that I didn’t want her to get involved in all of the crazing ness but now I realize it was because she thought I was dead. Was the funeral nice?”

He chuckles, “Are you seriously asking me that?”

“Yes,” I actually laugh, “Not many people get to know how their funeral turned out so I’m curious. Have you gone to see my tomb stone?”

“Yes, all of us have even though we made a pact that none of us deserve to see it since it was our fault you died. You have lots of flowers, it’s never dirty, your favorite foods are always there.”

“Thank you guys for taking such good care of me in the after life,” It all weirdly warms my heart to know my resting place is so well taken care of.

“I’m just happy we don’t have to do that anymore now that we have the real thing back.”

“You know I’m not really back.”

He sighs and places a kiss on my forehead, “Fine, but whether you are back or not, you are alive and that is all that matters.”


“How did you not know I was alive?” I wonder with our fingers tangles together. Xiumin lays as closes to me as possible, I realized a hour ago after my time with Chen that this is all they really wanted. Not sex or half the time not even words, just this little amount of physical attention seems to be good enough for them.

“I thought I was crazy,” He admits.

“Had something like that happen before?”

He nods, “All the time, I would see you on the street or in a crowded bar. I’d think I would your voice in the distance or in my dreams. I had just thought that since I had seen you that night I was just loosing it even more.”

“So did any of you stay some what sane when I was gone?”

He chuckles, “I mean Suho seemed pretty stable from what I heard.”

“That man was living in sin with the rest of you, don’t you dare lie for him. He told me about his time with debauchery.”

“Don’t act like you were an angel.”

“I would definitely say I was a step above you, though sin is still my friend.”

“I believe he is a friend of all of ours. How was your time with everyone?”

“Well when we weren’t talking about how everyone pretty much killed themselves things were fine. You and Kris were the only ones who didn’t cry. The only people who got me to cry were freaking Tao and Yixing, those two were just so sad today.”

“They are like that everyday. What are you planning on doing about Jiyong?”

“I’m going to ask him about my kidnapping and how Jiho is involved in all of this but everything after that depends on his answers.”

He sighs, “Is there any chince of me being able to convince you to just stay?”

“I have work and Jiho to worry about tomorrow.”

He pouts cutely, “Jiho this, Jiho that, who is this bastard?”

“Ya, watch your mouth,” I flick his forehead. “that is my friend you are bad mouthing.”

He takes my hands in his so I can’t swat at him again, “I will bad mouth anyone who thought they could take my baby away from me.”

“Jiho didn’t take me away from you, calm down, he wasn’t involved in this mess.”

“What makes you so sure? I mean you can believe Jiyong is involved over this man, he must be something special.”

I glare at him, “If you are assuming what I think you are, I will answer your question now, I am not sleeping with Jiho. He is like my older brother. He is a loyal friend who would do whatever he has to do to keep me safe.”

“He did a horrible job, Baekhyun got you.”

“That is only because Taemin doesn’t like him in his house.”

“Taemin is a very good judge of character, you should listen to him.”

“Is this really how you want to spend your ten minutes with me? You all are so easily entertained. Kris and I talked about work, Lay started off our conversation about the new Zoo downtown that I went to. Kai and Suho are the only two people who actually gave me an update on people. Everyone else just kept asking me about my life with Jiyong.”

“Because we are having a inner battle on whether or not we want you to leave him and come back to us or stay with him where you are obviously happy.”

“You guys should know by now I am the only person who can decide what happens.”

He chuckles, “A man can dream.”

home is what the heart protects

Summary: “John Murphy had lived a hundred lifetimes in his year on the ground and yet still, somehow, after a year of living in space again, nineteen year old John Murphy hears the word “dad” and his first thought is I’m too young.

I set out to write memori fic and instead ended up with 2k words of feelings about John Murphy. You’re welcome.

Requested by @bellxmyblakes and yelled at to write it for the last 2 weeks by her, @bobmorlee, and @bellammy. I love my Supportive Fam.

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John Murphy was seventeen the first time he was accused of murder. A little girl drove his knife into the throat of the chancellor’s son, and he was hung for a crime he didn’t commit and driven out of the only semblance of home he could possibly know on this screwed up planet.

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One Night - Part One

Submitted by Alice

Credit to @bonniebirdsgifcentre

You were seven years old the first time you met John Shelby. It was your first day at primary school in Birmingham, your family having recently moved from London, and you’d caught him trying to sneak a cigarette from the school marm’s desk. His hands were grubby and his trousers were frayed—he’d waited until the teacher had turned her back to chastise a boy at the back of the class before approaching her desk. Sneaky as a street urchin. He’d made a moment of eye contact with you as he’d slipped the cigarette into his trouser pocket, and paused for a moment, eyes narrowed, trying to assess whether or not you’d squeal on him. You’d made a locking motion at the corner of your mouth, as though to say “I won’t tell,” which he returned with a private, wicked smile. And thus, a bond was formed. Later that day, during recess, he’d let you take a drag from his pilfered cigarette. Just like that, laughing over a cloud of smoke, you’d found yourself a new best friend.

“You doing alright Y/N? The boys are shipping out tomorrow, and I know that can’t be any easier on you than it is on me,” Ada’s voice pulled you from your distant memory of John, and you looked up at her. The two of you had been sitting together in Polly’s living room for hours, working on some sewing and listening to the clock tick methodically in the background. You’d hardly noticed when the conversation had died down and you’d fallen back into old memories.

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Bellamy Blake Imagine: Nothing Like A Monster


Prompt:20- “It’s okay to cry”

Summary: Bellamy comes back from the day trip with Clarke and breaks down in front of reader. Reader then comforts him.

Word count: 1356

Originally posted by dailybellamyblake

The jobi nuts were disaster for everyone. It had caused so many damage around the camp which was exactly what we needed the least right now. Everyone had been terrified enough because of the war against the grounders that was surely coming. 

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That little black dress

Title: That little black dress

Word Count: 2340

Paring: Ken/ Reader


Note: I am not the best at smut but I made a valid attempt so there. Oh, there is now 600 of you sooo this seemed like an appropriate way to celebrate.

 “Will you hurry up! We are going to be late and I don’t want to miss the food!” Your impatient boyfriend called from downstairs. Smiling to yourself you secured a simple necklace around your neck and looked in the mirror. The outfit you had chosen was fairly plain but you looked sexy and you knew it. The slim black dress you chose hugged all your curves just right before ending above your knee. It’s long sleeves covered your arms keeping the dress warm and modest, that was until you got to the neckline witch exposed your shoulders. Satisfied with how you looked, you quickly you grabbed a pair of black heels rushed down stairs.

“Ready!” you called as you reached the bottom step. Plopping your heels down you struggled to slip your feet into them grabbing the railing to stabilize yourself.

“Good I was starv….” He stopped. You finished fixing your shoes and straightened up coming face to face with a practically drooling Jaehwan

“What?” You asked innocently know full well why he had abruptly shut up.

“Damn” he said his lips curling into an impressed little smirk. Slinking his arms around your waist he brought you flush against his chest. Looking up at him you could see his eyes darken as he bit his lower lip. His thumbs stroked your waist relishing in the curve of your waist.

“Were going to be late remember” you said grabbing his wrist and tapping his watch lightly

“Well if this event wasn’t so important we would be showing up at all.” He said his voice dropping an octave as his hands moved to caress your lower back.

“Jae! Focus! Event, Food, Then whatever you want after. Got it?” but Jaehwan was not in the mood to listen as he lowered his head catching your lips in a tender kiss.

“Hey,” you yelled breaking the kiss,“Control yourself”. Pouting, Jaehwan let his arms fall from your body.

“fine,” he said grumpily, “for now” He he added turning back to reveal a mischievous smirk. Rolling your eyes you grabbed your clutch and opened the door.

“Got the house keys?” You called behind you as you headed towards the taxi parked outside.

“Yea” he called back as he locked the door behind him.

Hurriedly, you climbed into the back seat of the taxi Jaehwan soon joining you. Leaning forward, he quickly made sure the driver knew where he was going before leaning back in his seat and making himself comfortable. You hadn’t even been in the car for five minutes before you felt something large and warm creeping up your thigh. Looking down you saw Jaehwan’s hand resting there his thumb casually stroking your inner thigh. Snapping you head up you glared at him until he finally looked back at you.

“What?” He asked trying to put on an innocent act as if you didn’t know what he was trying to do.

“Don’t even think about it.” You hissed picking up his hand and placing it in his own lap. Jaehwan raised his hand in defense

“What? I am completely innocent!” He claimed trying his best to look innocent, but the mischievous glint in his eye was impossible to miss.

“Oh yea sure!” You said rolling your eyes and returning your focus back out the window.

“Hey not my fault your sexy.” He said quietly as he leaned over towards you.

“Jae, you are thinking with the wrong head.” To responding earning a quick laugh from the taxi driver who was failing at pretending he couldn’t hear. Turning back, you stole a glance at your boyfriend. He was slumped back into his seat glaring out the window like a angry child. It was nothing short of hilarious.

It wasn’t long before the car pulled to a stop in front of the building in which the event was to take place. Jaehwan slid out of his side before running around to open the door for you. He took you hand in his as he helped you out of the cab. You smiled, it was funny how one minute he could be all suggestive and mischievous but the next a complete gentleman with no sign of other intentions. Linking his arm with yours, the two of you entered the event building forgetting everything that had just happened…well almost.

The event went as they normally do. First pictures and then a few short interviews with Jaehwan followed by you waiting as he finished an interview with the rest of VIXX. After all the public press is over everyone files in this giant room full of little tables. People find their assigned table, sit down wait until food is served. Then some big fancy guy with a lot of money has to ruin your dinner by talking about plans for advertisment or awards for some music show. Normally that is the time you and Jaehwan dedicate to drinking because, let’s face it, those speeches are boring as hell. But tonight was different then all those other time, tonight Jaehwan was not drinking.

“You okay?” you whispered softly in his ear.

“Yea, why do you ask.” he said softly refusing to look back at you.

“Cause you not trying to get drunk off your ass. Is this guy that important?” you asked again now also questioning why he wouldn’t look at you.

“No” he said shaking his head attention still on the speaker.

“Okay then.” you sighed thoroughly confused and just a little bit concerned. After a moment Jaehwan finally turned around to look at you. He leaned in closely his hot breath tickling your neck.

“I am trying to keep from losing all control.” He whispered in your ear.

“Losing control?” Without batting an eyelash Jaehwan grabbed your hand and placed it directly on his crotch. You could distinctly feel his half hard member through the fabric of his pants. You looked up meeting Jaehwan’s hungry eyes as he looked down at you as he bit his lower lip causing you to squirm in your seat.

“Understand?” He asked at a low whisper.

“Yep” you squeaked removing your hand from him. Now everything made complete sense.

Before you knew it everything was over and you and Jaehwan were getting into the taxi as normal but the taxi ride was anything other than normal. The both of you remained dead silent the entire drive home creating an awkward atmosphere for the poor taxi driver. No words were spoken as you got out of the car or even as you payed the driver. It was completely silent until both you and Jaehwan had walked inside leaving the door slam shut behind you.

The loud bang rang throughout your shared apartment and, as if it were a que, Jaehwan disregarded his suit jacket on the floor quickly turning to pin your body to the door.

“Every time I look at you in that dress all I can think about is how badly I want to rip it off.” He growled. Biting your lip you looked up at him. He looked pretty damn good towering above you with one hand on your waist and the other trapping you against the door. His bleach blond hair was ruffled with a few strands hanging down in front of his face as he stared you down. He had long since abandoned looking proper and untied his bow tie leaving it to hang loosely around his neck. You couldn’t deny that being pinned buy a sexy and frustrated Jaehwan was one of the reasons why you secretly loved these events so much.

“You just going to stand there?” You asked your eye meeting his in a challenge. Smirking Jaehwan bit his lip carefully eyeing your body and then, without any warning, his lips were on yours. Your arms slid up his chest feeling everything before them linking around his neck.  Pulling  him closer you deepened the kiss. His tongue danced with yours exploring your mouth. It was an intoxicating kiss that made the word slip away and cause you to lose your balance.  Breaking away from the kiss, Jaehwan let his lips traveled down your neck until they reached your exposed collarbones. There he began to leave marks all over the areas the dress left exposed leaving his teeth to gently gazing over your collarbones. Rolling your head back you exposed more of your neck as his lips as the once again travels up your neck.

“You have no idea how badly I have wanted to do this tonight babe.” the feeling of his hot breath on your neck sent shivers down your spine as your felt your melt in his arms. He had you right where he wanted you now. His other hand fell to your waist pulling you close enough to where you could feel his bulge grinding against your thigh. Biting down on your lip, you tried not to let on to the heat beginning to pool between your legs, but he knew that he was getting to you.

“Feel that? That is all because of you and that fucking dress” He groaned.

“Take it off if it’s such a problem then.” you said looking up matching his lust filled gaze. His lips curled into a smirk you had seen all too often.

“That’s exactly what I intend on doing.” He said his hand wasting no time finding the zipper. He quickly unzipped your dress letting it fall to the floor leaving you in just your underwear. Stepping back he took a moment to soak up the sight of your body in front of him. You had worn a nice lacy blat set just in case something like this happened and knowing Jaehwan it would. Having enough of his stress you grabbed his shirt pulling him to you and locking you lips with his. You grabbed one end of his untied bow tie and flung it to the floor as your hand hastily set out to work on unbuttoning his shirt. You had maybe gotten half way before Jaehwan grabbed your thighs wrapping them around his waist. Your hands quickly wrapped around your neck as he brought you to the bedroom.

Tossing you onto the bed, he wasted no time crawling on top of you. His lips found yours again as his hands began to tangle themselves with your hair. Running your hands under his shirt, you caressed his warm skin underneath. Suddenly, he stood up his hands working to quickly unbutton his shirt. You sat up and licked your lips as you watched him shrug off his shirt and toss it on the floor. His hands begin to move to unbutton his pants but you were to have none of that. Reaching out, you pulled him back to the edge of the bed again and distracting him with a kiss. As predicted, he completely forgot about what he was doing as his hands reached up to caress your face. Now you could take matters into your own hands. Running your hands down his front you found the button of his pants quickly undoing it and sliding them  along with his boxers down his legs to reveal his excited member. His hands quickly moved to unclasp your bra in response disregarding it on the floor as he pushed you back down to the bed. His nimble fingers ran across your stomach hitting spots where he knew you were ticklish. Moving up his fingers grazed the exposed skin of your breast sending a shiver through your body. Jaehwan chuckled slightly relishing the affect his touch  had on you. He loved being the only one that could make you feel like this and he took great pride in turning you into a desperate, squirming mess. Slipping his fingers in the elastic of your panties, he quickly pulled them down as well leaving you body completely exposed to him. Eager to get on with it you parted your legs. Taking the signal he quickly lined up  with you entrance and  fully shield himself inside you without warning the feeling earning moans from both parties. Jaehwan waited for you to adjust. Nodding your head, you gave him permission to continue. He started to move slowly at first his pace soon speeding up as he began to hit deeper inside you.

“Ah Jae-” you moaned unable to hold it in. Your nails began to dig into his back earning a low moan from him. His thrust started to become faster, driving you further to the edge. Jaehwan name began to spill from your mouth mixed in with various moans and curses in response to the change in pace. Eyebrows knit together, Jaehwan watched as your face contorted with pleasure soaking up every single moan that escaped from your lips. Your screams became progressively louder as you neared you high and, after a few deep thrusts, you through your head back reaching your climax. Jaehwan groaned loudly as he felt your walls tighten around him pushing him to his own high as he buried himself deep within you. The combination of your heavy breathing along with his was all you could hear as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. Reaching up you haphazardly ran your hand through his sweaty hair as your breathing calmed. After both of your breathing had returned to normal, Jaehwan  pulled himself out of you making you sigh at the emptiness. Lazily flipping over onto his back, he pulled you into his arms. Resting your head on his bear chest, you listened to the steady sound of his heartbeat as drowsiness began to take over.

“I love you.” Jaehwan mumbled, struggling to fight off sleep.

“I love you too.” you replied snuggling even closer to him. You looked up at him study his face as he stared up at the ceiling. One of his hand lay tucked behind his hear the other tangled in your hair. It was perfect in every way by your definition and you wouldn’t change it for the world.

A FESTIVE Day in the Life of Dan, Phil, and Emily! // A Phan One-Shot

Genre: domestic fluff, family fluff, parent!phan

Words: 3.6k

Relationship status: married

Warnings: none

Summary: YouTube Notification: AmazingPhil just uploaded a video: “A FESTIVE Day in the Life of Dan, Phil, and Emily!”

A/N: Okay, so I know it’s April and Christmas was four months ago (or five? I can’t math), but I felt like this was the perfect prompt for a Christmas story, so…here you go!

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@memphisgirl1977 requested:  Shelby is a survivor and has seen Negan many times and she has really become attracted to him but he does not notice her. Rick asks Negan to release Daryl and Negan agrees for someone else in pllace of him. Shelby agrees to go. Back at the sanctuary Negan starts to notice her. 

Word Count: 2,270
Author’s Note: This was actually fun to write! No warnings, aside from the usual cursing that comes with Negan’s colorful personality! I also changed it a bit so that Shelby was attracted to him from the get-go rather than seeing him many times, so I hope that’s okay :( Regardless, thanks for the request, @memphisgirl1977 and I hope this okay!! Maybe I’ll add a second part to it for smut, but for now, I think this will do! :) 

Originally posted by grungedaddykinks

Shelby didn’t know what to feel. At first, she absolutely despised him. She hated for what he did to their group. She hated that half of their supplies was going to him.

But when he made a surprise visit, Shelby finally laid eyes on this man called Negan.

She didn’t know why she was attracted to some man that was currently causing their group trouble. He murdered Glenn. He murdered Abraham. She shouldn’t find him hot, but when he grinned and she took notice of his dimples, it was game over.

Shelby always had a weak spot for dimples.

She hurriedly walked back to her house, hoping that she didn’t have to see him. One glance was enough. It had been a long time since she felt attracted to a man after the outbreak. She had been living in Alexandria long before Rick came along, but that didn’t mean her loyalty wasn’t justified.

She had already chosen a side and that side was with Rick.

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Alex Galchenyuk - 5 years

“okay?“ Alex asks as we walk into the room full WAGs while the guys were outside.

The wags from my point of view were like the popular girls and I was like the freshman on there first day. Main point is that I stuck out like a sore thumb.

Plus I don’t really think they like me. I mean after all I’m the youngest, and I’m dating a guy that is 5 years older then me.

“Babe, are you alright?” Alex asks as we walk into the Pacioretty house.

“Yeah, just tired is all.” I reply quickly.

As we enter the house to get to the back yard, I feel the stares of some of the WAGs as I walk with Alex.

“Are you sure your okay? you seem really tense.” Alex says.

“Yeah, I’m good just a bit tired.”

“Okay, I’m gonna go hang out with the guys okay?” He asks

“Yeah, okay.” I reply very unsure of what I would do without him with me.

“How about you go spend time with the other girls?” Alex says looking into the kitchen where the girls were standing, drinking and talking.

“Umm….okay.” I reply timidly walking over to the group of older girls. This caused them to murmur amongst themselves. This only made me more self conscious.

“Hello.” I said as I entered the kitchen.

No one replies they just keep murmuring.

Thankfully my phone rings. So I quickly exit the room and walk out front.

“Hello,” I answer the phone.

“Hey, how’s it going?” My best friend asks.

“I definitely don’t fit in. I mean in 18, and not a model like everyone else.” I reply looking at my shoes.

“I’m sure your just nervous.” She says

“I’m not nervous, I’m out of place. I shouldn’t of come with Alex. I should of just stayed home.” I reply quickly my eyes still focused on my shoes my breathing speeding up.

“Why did you go then?” She asks quickly.

“Because, Alex asked and you know I feel bad if I can’t do something with him. I mean, I don’t want him to not have fun or to feel bad, I also don’t want to be a burden you know?” I ask with tears welling in my eyes.

“I understand, maybe just tell him.” She suggests

“Its not as easy as just telling him. For god sakes these people are his family. I’m not just gonna say ‘oh Alex I feel left out and hated because I’m 18, not a model and 5 years younger then you’, I’m not gonna say that. I don’t want to cause any problems for him. I mean, he’s one of the nicest guys I have ever met. He’s respectful, sweet, thoughtful, funny, and overall a great guy. I’m not gonna take the chance of losing him just because I’m over sensitive or feel left out.” I say a tear running down my face.

“Okay, do you need me to say I need you over so you can leave?” She asks.

“No, it’s just two hours. I’m sure I can survive.” I reply wiping the tear streak.

“Okay, just text me if you need me to tell Alex I need you pronto okay?” She says.

“Okay, your the best. Thanks” I say hanging up as I hear the front door start to open.

“Babe, the foods ready.” Alex says

“I’m not that hungry.” I reply lightly.

“Okay, what’s going on?” Alex asks closing the door behind him and walking over to me.

“What do you mean?” I ask trying to act dumb.

“You are always hungry around this time of day. You have barely said two words since we got here. Plus your eyes are a lighter color, which means you feel vulnerable.” He explains walking closer to me so we were only inches away from each other. His light blue eyes starting back into mine, searching for an answer.

“Nothing, I’m good. Just tired is all.”

“If you were tired, then your eyes would be grey, not light blue. Plus, your eyes would be drooping.” He explains lightly. His Russian accent showing even more.

“I’m okay, I will talk to you about it later okay.” I reply not meeting his icy blue eyes.

“Alright, but we are talking about this later.” He says softly yet firmly.

“You should probably go eat before the food is all gone.” I reply giving him a kiss on the cheek.

“You should too.” He says rubbing his thumb along my cheek, cupping my jaw with the same hand.

“I’m not hungry.”

“You should still eat something. Even if it’s just a bite of hotdog. You need to eat.” He says kissing my forehead.

“I’ll eat later.”

“No babe, you need to eat otherwise you will pass out.” He says putting his hand on my waist, dropping his other one.

“Okay.” I reply reluctantly.


“Tell me what’s wrong.” Alex says as we walk into the house.

“It doesn’t matter.”

“If it makes you feel vulnerable, then obviously it matters.” He says as he sit on the couch, with him on one end and me on the other.

“It’s stupid.”

“I don’t care if it’s stupid. It bothers you, so I need to know.” He says as he lifts me into his lap.

“Why did you choose me?” I ask messing with my hands which were placed in my lap.

“What?” Alex asks shocked, while turning me around so I am facing him, my legs on the outside of his.

“Why did you choose me? You could of chosen someone your age, or a model, or some pretty Russian girl. So why me?” I ask not meeting his eyes, instead picking invisible lint off of my shirt.

“I chose you because your sweet, you care, your not interested in me for my money, you always cheer me up. Plus you put up with my teammates and my shitty moods.” He says while lifting my chin and looking into my eyes lovingly.

Hearing this I just fidget. Turning my head so I’m not looking at him, but the wall.

“Tell me what’s wrong.” He says turning my face with his thumb and pointer finger.

“I don’t fit in. I mean I’m 18. I’m a plain girl from a middle class family. They all think I’m just here for the money. They don’t even acknowledge me. I mean I’m immature compared to all of them. They can all drink and have adult girls nights out. While I can barely legally live on my own.” I reply not meeting his eyes.

“What do you mean by ‘they’?” He asks

“The other WAGs. They hate me.”

“Is that why you never go to any team event? Because you think they hate you?”

“There is no thinking Alex, they do.” He just chuckles and shakes his head.

“Babe, they don’t hate you. It’s what they do to every new WAG it’s like an initiation thing to see if the girl stays with us.” He chuckles.


“It doesn’t matter to them that your 18. It was just an initiation kinda thing. Okay?” Alex asks kissing me softly and slowly.

“You mean I freaked out for nothing?” I ask against his lips.

“Pretty much.” He says, pulling me closer to him while kissing me.

And guess what? He was right, the girls even told me about it. Guess it was just an initiation.

Originally posted by pavszacha

Sucker with a Gun[a.u]~ Dan Howell × Reader

warnings: light smut, mentions of sex, kink

He’s rude, arrogant, ignorant, and a migraine. However, you don’t care; you love him. The best part is, you make him jealous. You might ask, “why?” Well, that’s because you know how to make him want you. Even though you have no intention of grabbing the attention of others, you do and you honestly wouldn’t expect it. To be fair, he always flirts and grabs the attention of other women, but you grab the attention of all genders.

You look in the mirror and fix your black dress. “(Y/N), Dan is waiting for you!” Phil; Dan’s best friend and assistant calls out for you. You head downstairs and saw Dan talking to another girl. It pissed you off, but you kept your cool as the brunette hit his chest playfully while biting her lip. “You asked for me, Daniel?” He quickly looked in your direction as you had a forced smile on your face.

“Can we talk later?” The brunette you knew the name of asked while running her hand up his chest. “Actually, I’m going to be busy for a while.” He says. “No he won’t. He’ll be able to see you later. This conversation won’t last long.” You say and she smiles. “Well, in that case, I’ll see you later Danny!” He nods. “See ya, Cat.” She walks out of his office and Dan bites his lip at the sight of you; the dress was short enough to give him a perfect view of your soft legs and the tightness showed enough cleavage which is something he’ll definitely miss later.

He groans and you put your hands on your hips. “You wanna fuck her until she tells your name? You wanna tease her until she can’t take it anymore? You wanna fuck her like she’s your little slut?” He shakes his head. “No,” you scoff. “Your body language was saying a different story. You wanted her to tease you some more. How would you feel if I fucked Phil because I’m a ‘fucking slut’ like you said I was?” He grits his teeth. “Don’t you dare bring Phil into this!” He warns, but you smirk. “I just did. I see the looks people give me. They want me, Daniel!”

He walks towards you and you smirk. You loved getting him pissed off out of jealousy. “Then why haven’t you fucked any of them?! They would love to get pleasured by someone who has been fucking the leader-” you cut him off by pushing him down to a near by chair. “None of them turn me on like you do, Howell! In fact, you’re turning me on right now; getting you pissed off because you’re jealous of me mentioning any other person is just teasing!” He watches as you unbutton his shirt.

“Can you just please punish me!” He begs and you look up at him in shock. “Have you been a naughty boy?” He nods. “Please, (Y/N)!” You chuckle. “The gang leader begging is something I thought I would never see,” he bites his lip as you sit on his lap and kiss his collar bone. “What am I going to do with you Daniel? You just can’t keep your hands at your sides, can you?” He shakes his head. “No, no I can’t.” You bite your lip with a smirk. “You’re all mine, mister criminal!”

You couldn’t help it; he was your criminal, your gangster, and it just pissed you off when he would go on his own and forget all about you. You knew he had sex with other girls, but none of them compared to you. You knew exactly how to turn him on and the dress you were wearing complimented it. He ran his hands up and down your legs and the feeling of him doing that was incredible. You slowly began to grind on his crotch and he groaned. “What’s wrong?” You asked innocently.

He wrapped your legs around his waist and he cleared his desk. He placed you down on his desk and you giggled. “Show me what you were planning on doing with Cat.” You said, but he shook his head. “I’m going to show you what I wanted to do to you ever since you pranced in here with that dress! Cat wasn’t having me because I know you wanted to tease me today. Forget her baby; it’s you and me now!” He kisses your inner thighs and you let out a moan.

You just loved teasing Dan as much as he loved teasing you. He kisses your core through your panties and you pull on his hair.


There’s a sudden knock on his door, but you and Dan didn’t care as you were making out after sex. Weird, right? Not really because you both knew you couldn’t get over the little pleasures after the bigger ones. “Dan, she’s waiting for you.” Dan broke the kiss and rolled his eyes. “I’m kinda busy at the moment!” He calls out before leaving soft kisses on your neck. You play with his hair as you let out a breath of a moan. “She’s impatient!” Dan groans, but smirks when an idea pops in his head.

“Tell her I don’t do threesomes.” You gasp at his response and Phil chuckles. “Got it!” His footsteps start to get away from the door and your lips connect once again. You grabbed his gun from the drawer near you guys while you’re still kissing and heard the being unlocked. You didn’t break away from Dan as he had his hands placed on your ass. When the door opened, you pointed the gun and shot. The door slammed closed and Dan chuckled in the kiss. You smiled in the kiss and went back to making out as if nothing happened.

Not all sheep’s are cute

Fandom: Bts 
Pairing:  Yoongi x Hoseok
Genre: Smut/Fluff/Angst
Au: Hybrid verse
Length: 3,3


When Yoongi presents as a sheep hybrid he can’t stop himself from feeling that he is a disappointment to both himself and his family, so he goes on with his life just hiding his hybrid species from everybody, until a certain dancer starts leaving notes at his piano, maybe it’s time for Yoongi to accept himself

Originally posted by pastelyoonseok

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Flirty Waiter

Jack decided that this waiter was definitely not getting a tip.

Unless that tip involved a punch to the face. Yeah, Jack was willing to give him that instead. Except he couldn’t.

Partially because he and the boys were all out eating dinner together, and it was a somewhat classy establishment. But mostly because no one actually knew that Jack was jealous, because he couldn’t tell anyone. Because no one knew about them.

Which probably made it worse for Jack, watching his secret boyfriend get hit on, get all the attention, and seriously, how much does a waiter need to touch someone?!

“You alright?” Conor asked, leaning close to his younger brother, brows drawn together in concern.

“Fine. Why?” Jack asked, stabbing at a potato on his plate angrily.

“Because you look ready to kill someone.”


“What is with you?” Conor shook his head.

“I’m fine.” Jack told his brother again, eyes darting over to Joe as the smaller man smiled kindly at the waiter. I just want to punch the waiter, he thought to himself bitterly.

Joe must have felt Jack’s stare, because he looked across the table at Jack, blinking in surprise at the angry look flashing in the younger man’s eyes. Joe offered him a small smile, one more intimate than what he sent towards the waiter, and Jack felt his anger dissipate just for a moment, smiling back at Joe.

Until the waiter bumped into his chair.

“Oh, I am so sorry.” The waiter said, sounding anything but sorry as he looked down at Jack.

“Not a problem.” Jack grit out, his fists clenching against his thigh under the table. Conor shot him a look as the waiter walked away, but Jack just shook his head, looking down at his plate once again, letting his frustration out on the unsuspecting potatoes.

His phone buzzed beside him on the table, and Jack glanced at the message that popped up, You alright? x.

Instead of replying, Jack lifted his gaze over to Joe once again, who was frowning over at him. He nodded, offering another smile, which seemed to only put Joe slightly at ease.

There were times where Joe knew Jack too well, and so he wasn’t surprised when another message came through on his phone.

You’re a horrible liar.

Laughing softly to himself, Jack typed out a quick message back: Stop staring at me. I’m fine xx.

He watched as Joe read the message, rolling his eyes before his fingers typed out a quick reply, his phone placed back on the table, face down. But Jack’s phone still buzzed, one last message from the other man: Stop being so stare-able. And yes, that is a word :).

The message helped calm Jack down again, because despite the attempts from the waiter, Joe was still his, and that was all that mattered.

At least, that’s what Jack tried to tell himself.

But it didn’t really work.

Because the waiter only got more flirty and more touchy towards Joe, to the point where he was practically ignoring the rest of the table.

He also apparently had it out for Jack, because he kept hitting him and messing up things when it came to him. The last straw was when the waiter ‘accidentally’ spilled some water on Jack’s lap.

“What the hell?!” Jack yelled, jumping from his seat.

“I am so sorry, sir.” The waiter said, resting back on his heels, a bored look on his face. “I didn’t realize how far I had leaned over.”

“Have you also not realized how unprofessional you’ve been all night?” Jack snapped, stepping forward.

“Jack….” Conor mumbled, suddenly beside his brother, but Jack just shrugged him off, his attention on the waiter.

“I’m not sure what you mean, sir.” But the smug look on the waiter’s face said otherwise.

“Oh come off it, you’ve been clearly flirting with him all night!” Jack spat, pointing over at Joe, who blushed at the sudden attention as all the boys looked over at him.

“I think you’ve been imagining stuff.” The waiter shrugged, “I’ve only been serving him.”

“You don’t need to bloody touch him to serve him!”

“Again, I do believe you’ve been imagining stuff.”

“Please, I know when someone is flirting with my boyfriend. And you were clearly flirting with him!” Jack tried to step forward again, but Conor had already gripped his arm, pulling him back.

“Jack!” Joe’s voice broke Jack’s attention on the waiter, and his eyes darted over to the smaller man, who was standing now, hands braced on the table. His blue eyes were wide and surprised, his cheeks red.

It took Jack a moment, as well as a sweep of the table to realize what he had just said.

“I think it’s time to go.” Conor muttered. “We’ll meet you guys outside.” He nodded to the others, leading Jack out of the restaurant, who kept his gaze on the floor, his own cheeks red.

“Well, that’s one way to make that announcement!” Conor said as soon as they were outside.

“He’s going to be so mad.” Jack sighed, leaning heavily against the wall.

“How long you two been together?”

“A few months.” Jack admitted, meeting his older brother’s stare. “You mad?”

“No,” Conor shook his head, “I did suspect something was up though. You seemed happier.”

“I am.” Jack smiled, “Sorry I kept it hidden from you.”

“It’s fine. Everyone needs their time.” Conor told him, and he went to say more, but was interrupted by the door to the restaurant opening, revealing a very angry man.

“You bloody idiot!” Joe stalked over to Jack, eyes narrowed. “You couldn’t contain your jealousy for just a while longer, could you?!”

“But he was flirting with you!” Jack tried to protest, but Joe shook his head.

“I don’t care! It was harmless, it meant nothing, hell I barely even noticed! But you had to go and ruin a perfectly good night.” Joe poked Jack in the chest, “And you went and outed us to everyone!”

“I’m sorry, babe.” Jack mumbled, his hand coming up to grab Joe’s, their fingers lacing together, “That part was completely by accident.”

Joe’s face softened as Jack spoke, and he sighed, his shoulders sagging. “I know it was. You didn’t even notice what you said.”

“Didn’t have a clue. I was just angry.”

“Really, didn’t notice.” Joe drawled, eyes lifting to the sky.

“Oh piss off. You know I get jealous easily.”

“I know,” Joe smiled, meeting Jack’s stare once again. “And it was kind of nice hearing you call me your boyfriend in public.”

“Yeah, are you guys going to acknowledge that?” Josh questioned, dragging the couple out of their little world. They looked at the rest of the boys, standing there, waiting for an explanation.

“Uhm, surprise?” Joe offered, holding up his and Jack’s hands. “We’re dating!”

“Alright, who had six months?” Josh said, looking between the boys.

“I believe that would be me.” Mikey replied smugly, holding out his hand. “Pay up boys.”

“Not fair.” Caspar grumbled, digging into his pocket.

“I was so close!” Oli sighed, handing over a few bills.

“Wait,” Jack shook his head, “You betted on us?”

“You guys were so obvious!” Mikey laughed, counting his money.

“Really?” Joe asked, leaning against Jack.

“Yeah, really.” Caspar told him, glaring slightly over at Mikey. “But you couldn’t have come out a month ago?”

“Well, technically,” Conor smirks, reaching over to grab the money from Mikey, “They started dating a few months ago. So I win.”

“You bet on us too?!” Jack gaped over at his brother.

“Come on, Jack. I’m your big bro, of course I did.”

“You guys are insane.” Joe laughed, “But this means Conor’s buying dessert!”

A Tease - Klarion x Reader

Originally posted by melanc-holik

Requested by obsessedpeppermint  - Klarion x reader where Reader likes him and even though he doesn’t realize she does he acts like a teasing prick.

As the new magically-gifted recruit for The Light, you found yourself working with Klarion quite often. Whether the reason you were put together so much was because of your similar ages (in appearance, not in actual years), or because you both were magically-gifted per say, you didn’t know. All you know is that you saw a lot of Klarion. 

You had to admit, you thought he was cute. He was funny, which was something that was unique when it came to The Light. The way he used his powers was amazing, and you look up to him for inspiration of what to do with your own. You liked him, but of course it would have been better if he wasn’t such a teasing prick.

He was awful. Always giving you hope that he finally realized you liked him, but then he would blow it by pulling a trick on you. For example, he gave you a rose one day, but then it exploded in your face. It didn’t hurt you, but still gave you a shock. Klarion laughed his head off. Another time he held out his hand to help you up, and you fell through his hand to land on your face. He had casted his hand as an illusion, which he also thought was hilarious. 

Honestly, you didn’t know what to do. Every time he tricked you, you just got angrier. You were angry that he didn’t notice you liked him, and that he felt the need to humiliate you in front of the other members. The anger from Klarion’s teasing slowly built up until it burst. 

Klarion and you were sitting in an abandoned movie theater, waiting for your plan to begin. Both of you were sent here to distract the Justice League while The Light steals technology from their watchtower.  

“Are you sure enchanting the water system was a good idea,” you ask as you magically float in the air. 

“Yes, Baby,” Klarion snaps back in a mocking tone. While the nickname could have been a term of endearment, the way he said it made it an insult. He is sitting in one of the theater chairs. Teekl jumps into his lap and he begins to pet her. “I know what I am doing.”

You stick your tongue out at him. “I just don’t think that turning everyone who touches the water into mindless lizard monsters is going to attract the attention of the Justice League,” you argue while doing somersaults in the air.  

“Hmm…,” Klarion hums, narrowing his eyes at you. With a flick of his finger, the spell that you were using to float in the air comes undone, and you crash to the ground. You were mid-somersault at the time, making you land right on your head.

“Ouch,” you cry, holding your head as you slowly sit up. Tears fill your eyes, it really hurt. 

Meanwhile, Klarion giggles his head off. “Oh, poor Baby,” he coos, motioning you to come to him. “Let me look at it.”

Even though it was against your better judgement, you sat in the chair next to him. Teekl crawls into your lap as Klarion checks the bump on your head. His touch is surprisingly gentle. You wonder if this meant something, but decide against it as he pressed down on the tender spot on your head. Petting Teekl’s head to ignore the pain, she begins to purr in your lap.

“Oww,” you whimper as a wave of sharp pain runs through  your head. “What are you doing?” Klarion begins to snicker, making you jump away from him. Teekl falls from your lap, meowing unhappily at you.  You glare at him before demanding, “What did you do to me?”

Klarion laughs harder, his normally pale, handsome face turning a bright red. You snap your fingers and a mirror appears in your hand. Holding it up, you scream. 

He had changed your hair color to this obnoxious color and styled it into a beehive. To be fair, you really cared about your hair. You loved the color of it and the style thus you were very protective of it. It meant a lot to you, and he just destroyed it. Obviously, you could fix it, but that was beside the point. Paired with your anger from his teasing and his lack of notice when it came to your feelings for him, you exploded. 

“You are a jerk,” you snap, clapping your hands to fix your hair to it’s original look. The mirror disappears when you toss it into the air. You turn to face him as the room begins to darken with your rage. 

“Calm down, Baby,” he chimes, unconcerned with your rage. “It’s just a joke.” However, Teekl runs to hide beneath one of the theater chairs. 

“I can’t take this anymore,” you scream as your magic creates a storm in the room. The wind howls past you, slowly lifting you into the air. You get a little satisfaction when Klarion appears to get nervous. “Enough of the tricks and the teasing, Klarion. I don’t care if you are a Lord of Chaos, I will not accept this behavior again.”

The wind picks up as lightning begins to strike within the building, a vortex forms near the ceiling. Klarion peers up at the brewing storm above, impressed. He never saw you use your magic so dramatically before. 

Meanwhile, you continue ranting, shouting to be heard above the wind. “It’s hard to like you when you keep playing me like a fool. Every time I think you might feel something for me, you ruin it by playing a trick. How can I like you so much when you are so mean to me?” You let out a high-pitched scream, sending a shock wave through the room that destroys everything except for the chair Klarion is sitting in. Teekl, having lost her hiding place, runs to cower in his lap. 

Klarion’s eyes went wide when you shouted your last sentence. His face went white as he tried to comprehend your words. You just glare at him, but when he doesn’t react, you turn to leave.

“I’m out of here, you can take care of the League yourself,” you say bitterly before casting a portal and jumping through it. It snaps closed behind you.

Klarion sits there for several moments, still shock by what you said. Teekl meows at him knowingly. 

“I know what you said, but I never thought she liked me back,” Klarion grumbles at the cat. Teekl meows in a “I told you so” manner.

“Shut up, you stupid cat,” Klarion shoots back, frowning when screams coming from outside of the building warn him their plan has begun. “I have to fix this after we distract the Armadillos.” He stands with Teekl in his arms and casts open a portal to take care of business before going to find you.

You went to hide in your pocket dimension, creating as much chaos as possible with your magic to try to soothe your anger. Your pocket dimension was just blank space when you were done. Eventually, you soothed your anger and were able to settle down to sleep for the night. 

When you woke the next morning, you were surprised to see every inch of space covered in roses. Roses similar to the one Klarion had given to you which blew up in your face. With a sense of uneasiness at how these roses got here and whether or not they were going to blow up, you pick up a note that was placed on top of the roses closest to you. By the handwriting, you knew it was from Klarion. It said,


The roses will not explode. They are a gift to beg for your forgiveness. While I am not accustom to apologies, I believe I own you one. My behavior was unacceptable and I am sorry. I have only my own jealousy to blame as I believed you had no interest in me. I hope we can work together in the future, and perhaps we can create chaos together. 

Klarion the Witch Boy

P.S. The storm you created was magnificent.  

A giant grin breaks out on your face as you finish reading the note. Gazing out at the thousands of roses, you held the note to your heart as it almost burst from joy. Somehow, you knew it was a new beginning.