what's in my bag part 2

Pokemon Sun and Moon in a Nutshell Part 2

Hala: These sandals are a symbol of my power!

Olivia: God dammit why am I single?

Nanu: *siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh* Okay. Whatever.

Hapu: Talk shit get run over by a fucking horse boi.

Ilima: I’m so fucking pretty. <flips hair>

Lana: I like fishing. Btw there is a Kyogre in here. LOL JUST KIDDING LOLOLOLOLOL GET REKT

Kiawe: I am much more serious than expected NOW WATCH MY POKEMON DANCE

Mallow: Finish your food or your ass is grass AND ILL MOW THAT SHIT!

Sophocles: I will only feel comfortable talking to you if you turn off the lights, cover yourself up with a bag, and go all the way into the corner where I can’t see you.

Acerola: Lets go into that abandoned mall! It’ll be so m u c h F U N : D

Mina: I represent love and peace maaaaaan.

Samson Oak: I’m Professor Oak except Alola Form! GET IT?!

Professor Burnet: I’m married to Kukui. Haha.

Mohn: Bean Daddy is actually a BEAN DADDY

Newt Scamander X Reader – Only Friend Part 1 of 3

Description – The reader meets Newt in their first year at Hogwarts and their friendship goes through the years at school.

A/N – I was up at 5AM with this in my head and I finished it at 10AM but then I had to go to work so I couldn’t upload it till now. 8 pages long, so proud. I’m thinking of doing a part 2 with the ball itself, what do y’all think?

Warnings – None.

Rating – T

Link to Part 2 - http://writeyouin.tumblr.com/post/153880534952/newt-scamander-x-reader-only-friend-part-2

Link to Part 3 - http://writeyouin.tumblr.com/post/154508514882/newt-scamander-x-reader-only-friend-part-3-of-3


First Year

Your heavy bag weighed you down as you pelted down yet another identical hallway to your next Charms class. If you didn’t hurry, then you would most certainly be late once again and that was something that you really couldn’t afford right now. You constantly tried to be a good student but with all the moving staircases, trick doors, and such, it really didn’t take much to disorient a clumsy student such as yourself.

As time marched forward, you pressed on, struggling to keep pace as you ran out of breath. It was when you ran around a corner that you slammed into another student. Both his books and yours skidded across the stone floor.

“S-sorry.” The boy stuttered, hurrying to reach his scattered notes with shaking hands.

“No, it was my fault, I’m sorry.” You apologised, helping gather everything up, no longer caring if you were late to your lesson; you had always been raised to believe that if you created a mess then you should stop and help fix it.

The boy couldn’t find the words to respond. Nobody had ever apologised to him before, mainly because they all found him to be weird. It surely meant that you didn’t know who he was then because no one in their right mind would apologise to the “Freak of Hogwarts” Newt Scamander.

You looked down to his books, the main titles were ones such as, “The Heroism of Killing a Creature” by Vladimir Greystock, “The Only Uses of Animal Parts” by Henrietta Bagmiles, and “The Trapping of Magical Creatures” by Elie & Brunhilda Gardham.

“Jeez, that’s a lotta books about killing creatures. Why do you want to hunt them so badly?”

Newt was taken aback by the question, it meant that unlike the other students, you really didn’t know who he was or about his interest in preserving the lives of magical creatures, “I- I don’t. I-it’s just that the material on magical c-creatures is somewhat sparse and the only people who know w-where they are do so b-because they h-hunt them. I-I-I’m going to change that.”

It was only after the bold statement that Newt lost his little confidence again, he was awaiting the taunting laughter, name calling, or some other such manner of teasing; perhaps a hex or jelly-legs jinx of some form.

“Wow,” you beamed a toothy grin, “That’s really cool. I’m (Y/N).”

You stuck out your hand, Newt recoiled momentarily, wary of some new form of prank. You waited patiently and after about a minute he gently grasped your hand, you shook it heartily. For a fleeting second Newt dared to look you in the eye, he was astounded when he found your gaze to hold no malice or contempt, just genuine happiness that he had shook your hand.

“So, do you have a name or am I stuck to calling you new friend?”

“F-friend?”

“Yep, we shook on it, didn’t we?”

“R-right. I’m Newt Scamander.”

“Newt? That’s a funny name.”

“F-funny?”

“Yeah, I like it though. Muggles don’t have names like that, but I’m finding that a lot of witches and wizards have great names like that.”

“You’re muggle-born?”

You nodded, unashamed, despite some of the mean comments you had received due to your heritage; it seemed that you were one of only a small handful of muggle students, perhaps that would one day change.

“It’s okay though,” You beamed with pride, “because I’m in Hufflepuff and they haven’t had much to say about it. Hey, check out your tie, I guess you’re in Hufflepuff too. How come I haven’t seen you in the common room before?”

“Oh, I um, I usually spend time in the l-library. S-so who bullies you? Is it the S-slytherins?”

“Hmm, no, not in particular. It’s mostly Gryffindors, I guess all that bravery gives them something to hide behind. We’ll see how they hide from a good hit in the nose though, see ‘em try to magic their way out of that. Say, are we going to just sit on the floor and talk or are we going to head somewhere comfier? How about the common room?”

Newt swallowed, he had never had a friend, not even one in his own house. If you were truly his friend then surely, he could confide something, albeit something small, other things would come later, “I don’t f-find the common room to be all that c-comfortable.”

“Oh… Well how about the owlery? Since you like animals so much. I’d say the paddock but I’m not supposed to be seen right now, seeing how I’m accidentally missing class right now, never mind though. Better to ask forgiveness than permission.”

“Okay… The owlery then.”


Second Year

It had taken almost an entire year but Newt finally stopped stuttering around you. Mostly. To say he had a small crush on you would be an understatement. He adored the way you listened to all his ramblings, even when they just tapered off into a comfortable silence. Then there was the way you always remained loyal to him despite what the others told you about his strange ways, although he wished you weren’t so confrontational about it. Once someone had cursed him with a spell that made him trip into the mud whenever he tried to walk. By the time you found him, there was quite a crowd gathered and you had received a detention for punching the boy who had done it as well as throwing his wand into the lake; it took the teaches quite the effort to convince the merpeople to give it back. Another thing that added to Newt’s adoration of you was the many times you’d covered for him with the other teachers; Newt would often wander into the Forbidden Forest until the late hours of the night, it was at these times that you would create some excuse of where he really was or what he was doing.

As a way of thanks, Newt had taken you to the Forbidden Forest more than once to show you some of the creatures he had met. On occasion, you would help him build nests for the various unusual creatures that inhabited it. You even sometimes helped write notes on the creatures’ behaviours and lifestyles.

Newt couldn’t tell you his feelings of course. If he did that would surely be the end of him. He expected that a hole would appear on the ground to swallow him up; after all, stranger things had been known to happen.

“Newt?” You approached him in the owlery, disrupting his many wonderings.

“(Y/N)!” He squeaked, falling off the wall he had been perched on.

You snickered, offering a hand to help your fallen comrade.

“W-what are you doing here?”

“I looked for you in the paddock but you weren’t there so I rushed over here instead.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re my friend and today’s super important.”

“It is?”

You eyed up Newt incredulously, “Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten.”

“Forgotten what?”

You shook your head in disbelief, then pulled a card out of your cloak, “Happy Birthday Newt.” You rejoiced loudly, sending a couple of the owls into a panicked frenzy.

Fresh tears hit the back of Newt’s eyes as he took the card with tentative hands. He never made much of a fuss on his birthday since nobody else did, you on the other hand had been planning the day for months, awaiting it with eager anticipation.

“Come on, open it, open it, open it.” You bounced up and down on the spot.

Newt did and found a card with a Beagle puppy in a party hat with a colourful ‘Happy Birthday’ at the top. The inside had a crudely drawn stick figure with the word ‘Bowtruckle’ written next to it, followed by lots of X’s.

“(Y/N)…” Newt was almost speechless. “It’s lovely, thank you. I-I think it’s broken though, the- the pictures aren’t moving.”

“Oh, yeah, that’s supposed to be like that. Muggle cards don’t move.”

“Oh, right.” Sometimes Newt tended to forget that you were muggle born, “Hey um, what are the X’s?”

“They’re kisses, silly.”

“K-Kisses!”

“Yep,” You continued, oblivious to the Newt’s growing panic, as well as the red spreading over his cheeks that wildly contrasted his ashy brown hair, “We put them in our cards when we’re friends or family with people. Don’t wizards do that?”

“I-I-I’m not entirely sure. I d-don’t often s-send cards.”

“Hey, you’re stuttering, are you okay? Oh, are you unwell?”

You placed your hand on Newt’s forehead. He backed up as far as he could against the wall, leaning as far as he could. “Come on Newt, stay still, you’re too tall for me to reach up there.” You pandered, “If you’re unwell it’s okay, we can go to the hospital wing.”

“I-I’m fine, I just liked the card, that’s all.” Newt’s voice was still fairly squeaky until you relented and backed off, giving him some room to breathe.

“Alright. Oh, I need to give you your gift.”

“Y-you got me a gift?”

“Of course I did, now close your eyes, I left it at the bottom of the stairs so you wouldn’t see it.”

Newt did as ordered while you hefted his gift up the spiral staircase. You set the gift down in front of him with a light thud. “I uh, couldn’t find anything to wrap it in,” You stated, “but you can open your eyes now.”

Once again, Newt followed your instruction. In front of him sat a brown suitcase. He reached out for it delicately, stroking the smooth leather in awe, “(Y/N), it’s beautiful.”

While Newt truly did find it to be the best thing he had ever received, he would have said the same thing about any item presented to him by you, even if it were just a leaf you liked; any gift from you was sure to be precious.

“That’s not the best part.” You twitched excitedly. “It’s enchanted, you can climb in it and everything. Not sure why you would, but you never know. It’s so you can travel like you wanted. I know you can’t really use it now but when you’re older you can go everywhere and have enough room to keep, like an entire house in there. There’s even a muggle mode so they won’t catch on.”

Newt looked up to you guiltily, “(Y/N)… Those kinds of enchantments don’t come cheap… How much did you-”

“Not another word Scamander, this is my gift to you – no returns or exchanges. The cost doesn’t matter.” You folded your arms to show that you meant it. It truly didn’t matter that you’d saved up for the better part of a year to buy him the gift, your logic being that you didn’t have any other friends to buy for since they avoided you because of Newt.

“Thank you (Y/N), thank you.”

Newt wanted to hug you for the thoughtful gift, instead he reached out, unsure of what to do, pulled back his hand temporarily, then settled for patting your shoulder awkwardly. You smiled brightly, as far as you were concerned Newt had practically jumped on you in his own way; any form of contact was his very own, anxious way of showing affection.


Third Year

Newt searched the castle grounds frantically for you. He had heard about a particularly rough interaction between you and another student over your muggle heritage and although the stories of what had happened changed between each passing student, one thing was for sure, you hadn’t come out on top.

“Excuse me. Pardon me. Please let me through.” Newt rushed past the milling students, searching over the tops of their heads in the hope of finding the merest glimpse of you.

“Oy, creature lover, looking for that filthy excuse of a date you have?” A Slytherin heckled, much to the delight of several other students.

Newt froze in front of the Slytherin, wishing that he could be braver or even simply look the other student in the eye, “(S)he’s not my- Never mind… W-where i-is (s)he?”

The student sneered, proceeding to take the mick out of Newt’s stutter, “T-t-try the b-b-b-broom closet where all the l-l-losers b-b-belong.”

Newt rushed to the nearest broom closet where he could hear you whimpering from within. The throng of students had since dispersed, each heading to their own classes.

“(Y/N), is that you in there?” Newt called through the door.

“Go away.” You yelled through a muffled sob.

“(Y/N), please come out. At least tell me what happened, please? I promise there’s no one else here, it’s just me.”

“No. Go away Newt. I don’t want to talk.”

“I’m not leaving (Y/N), not until you tell me what happened.”

There was a long pause before you answered. “I lied to you.”

“About what?”

“Every time I said it didn’t hurt when I got called names. Why does it even matter what my parents are? WHY DOES EVERYONE HATE MUGGLES?”

“… I don’t hate muggles. In fact, I think muggles are wonderful. (Y/N), I’ve seen you fight your way through three years of this, whatever’s happened now can’t be too bad really can it. Now come on, come out here.”

“I’m not coming out.”

“Then let me in.” The words came out as a frantic plea.

There was no sound for what felt to Newt like an eternity, during which he feared he had lost you. Then, much to his relief, he heard the latch click open. When Newt entered, he slammed the door behind him, locking it as promised. The second he saw your face he knew the reason you were so upset. Words such as ‘freak’, ‘pathetic’, ‘worthless’, and worst of all ‘mudblood’ were scrawled over every inch of your face with a scabbing spell; the resulting scabs leaving trails of blood mixed with tears down your previously smooth skin.

“Oh (Y/N).” Newt whispered, reaching out cautiously.

The gentle tone of his voice brought on a fresh bout of tears, you collapsed into his arms. Newt held you tightly against him, slowly lowering himself and you to the floor while you wept. For once in his life, Newt never had to wonder what to do or how to do it, the time spent with his animals had taught him to gently stroke your hair and whisper soothingly.

It was after that day that you allowed yourself to be more vulnerable around Newt, so long as it was just him. In those moments, Newt was always a natural at calming you down and cheering you up with various random facts.


Fourth Year

When the fourth year rolled in, the school announced that the fourth years and above would be taking part in a Christmas Ball.

Ever since the announcement students had flocked to their sweethearts to ask them out and in truth you yourself had received a few surprising invites; each of which you’d turned down in the hopes that Newt would ask you.

Newt had spent endless nights pacing around the empty common room thinking of ways he could ask you to the ball without stuttering or messing the thing up entirely. Should he ask you as a friend even though he wanted to be so much more? If he asked you would he be too scared to dance, to touch you? Would you kiss him? Would you punch him? Could he be bold? Was it wrong to ask by owl? There were simply too many unforeseen possibilities, too many questions. As such, he left it, convincing himself that he would ask you the next time he saw you; it was always ‘next time.’

The days rolled by, turning into weeks. Most students already had their dates, outfits, and entire evenings planned out and you were still alone, hanging your hopes on Newt. You had long since caught onto his crush on you, he was hardly subtle about it, and from your long time spent with him you definitely had feelings for him in return.

One week away from the ball you were lying awake in your dormitory when you heard a crash from the common room, followed by a muffled “Bugger.” You grinned, getting up from bed to find Newt; it was honestly a miracle that he hadn’t woke any of the other students or if he had then they didn’t care enough to check out the source of the sound.

When you reached the common room, you saw that Newt had tripped over one of the many throw pillows left by the other students.

“Lumos.” You whispered, summoning a bright light from your wand.

Newt shifted backwards, tripping into a yellow beanbag with a mumbled “Oh dear.”

“Newt, calm down, it’s just me.”

“(Y/N)? Oh, thank God, I thought I was going to get in trouble for being out past curfew.”

“Yeah well… Hang on, what happened to your shirt? Jeez Newt, you’re bleeding. Give me a sec.”

You cast your wand around the room, lighting the candles and bringing light the room once more. Upon closer inspection, you saw that Newt’s hair was dishevelled, he was covered in dried mud, and that three large gashes ran from his neck to his stomach; fortunately, they weren’t too deep.

You sighed despondently. During your years with Newt, you had become handy with medicinal magic, learning it after you’d seen his other injuries. Some had left scars where you had been too inexperienced or had done a quick patch job but more often than not you had healed him to perfection.

“Alright,” you nodded, “Take off your shirt, let me see what I’m working with here.”

Newt turned crimson, averting his gaze from you. Although you had seen it all before he still got embarrassed every time you had to treat one of his injuries; mainly because it usually involved him removing an article of clothing. Nevertheless, he did as instructed, removing his tattered shirt and getting up to sit on the desk chair where you usually treated him.

“How’d it happen this time?” you asked, stroking lightly at the edge of the first scratch with your thumb to see how deep it truly was.

“Just found out that you need to bow to a hippogriff first. Didn’t get away in time.” Newt muttered in response.

“Ah, I see. Was it Jerry?” You summoned a sponge and water from across the room to clean the wound before healing it.

“J-Jerry?” Newt stuttered, trying not to focus on the shivers your warm touch brought.

“Black one with white tips, when we were watching them I named her Jerry.”

“N-no. I-it was the g-g-grey one with s-speckles.”

“Ah, that would be Wilson. Hmm?” You grunted.

“What is it? What’s wrong?”

“I could use Terago to stop any further bleeding but healing this is tricky, maybe if I combine it with… Yes, that should do it.”

You pointed your wand to the injury, “Terago,” the remaining blood cleared away, “Episkey. Reparifors.”

As suspected, the three spells combined worked to a positive effect, leaving only sore red marks where the gashes had been.

“Alrighty then,” you grinned proudly, “you are good to go Mr Scamander.”

“(Y/N) wait,” Newt shot up off the chair, finally ready to ask you the question that had been weighing on him for weeks. “I know a few people have already a-asked you but i-if you h-haven’t answered them yet then m-maybe y-you could t-tell me, w-would you p-please… um, would y-you uh… lend me y-your potions homework.” He finished lamely, mentally cursing himself for being such a cowardly fool.

You released the breath you’d been holding, shaking your head with a weak smile; clearly you were going to have to take the upper hand. “Sure. By the way, I have something to ask you.”

“What?” he sighed dejectedly, still disappointed in his failure.

“Would you like to go to the Christmas Ball with me?”

“What?! No!”

You raised your eyebrows, “No?”

“Not no. I mean yes but… Oh God I ruined it. I was supposed to ask you and then you did and this is all my fault. I couldn’t just get the courage to ask you because then it would have been perfect and everything would have been-”

You could have watched Newt babble the night away but you decided to end his suffering quickly, “Newt, sweetie, calm down. It really doesn’t matter who asks who, does it?”

“Well… No, I suppose not.”

“So? Is it a yes?”

Newt reached out to hug you, barely hesitating at all now, “Yes.”

Just You and Me (Part 1)

Summary: This is the first part of my Captain America: Civil War rewrite/reader insert. The reader is also a super-person, with shape-shifting powers. She and Bucky have been together since the end of Winter Soldier. Back story will be explained in later parts!

Pairing: Bucky x Shapeshifter!Reader

Word Count: 2,400

Warnings: language, angst, violence, imprisonment, reader injury/pain

A/N: this is my first Marvel story… so I’m kind of nervous. Let me know what you think.

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My Own Private Gym - Part 4

(Part 1, 2, 3)

Lena thought it over for a second or two. “Alright, it does sound better than these dreadful machines.” Shaking her head in disbelief at what they were about to do, Lena grinned as she made her way closer to the punching bag. “Show me how it’s done, Miss Danvers.” 

“Alright!!” Kara said excitedly, running over to where Lena was standing on the mat. “Can you copy my stance?” She asked, as she moved her feet apart, -left foot in front of the right one- knees slightly bent, and her fists in front of her face with the elbows tucked in.

Lena did her best to mimic the stance, “How does it look?” she asked, waiting for Kara’s approval.

“Looks good, but-” Kara stepped closer to Lena, gently correcting some minor things with her hands’ positioning, and then moved behind her, putting her hands on Lena’s waist. “You need to spread your legs just a little bit more…” she said absentmindedly, as she used her own foot to push Lena’s feet apart until she was satisfied.

When Kara finally moved back to stand in front of her, she noticed her friend was blushing slightly. “What?” she asked, already feeling her own cheeks getting warmer.

“Nothing… You’re just very cute.” Lena said easily, as if she was simply stating a fact. She didn’t want to explain how she found it completely adorable that Kara could say things that would sound like an innuendo coming from anyone else, but from her there never seemed to be any ambiguity. 

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Celebrate This..Properly - Finn Balor x Reader (Part 2)

AN- Part 2 was requested so, enjoy! Read part 1 here

Summary:- You and Finn go back to the hotel fresh from getting engaged during your match on Raw. Finn decides he wants you to celebrate the engagement properly, so thats exactly what you do. 

Warnings:- Smut, Swearing, Fluff

Word Count:- 1,209

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All I wanted; C.H. 4

part 1, part 2, part 3

“You dressed? Let’s go for some coffee.” Meredith sticks her head through the guest bedroom door opening well after Calum had left to his own room. His door was closed now and god knows what he is doing in there.

“Yeah, alright. Give me a moment.” I rummage through my bag in search for my purse and let out a sound of joy when I spot it. “Got it.” I grin at my best friend and follow her downstairs.
“I’ve never seen Calum so sweet, you know?” Meredith starts as she drives out of her driveway, turning onto the fairly deserted road towards our local coffee shop.

“Seriously? It seemed like second nature to him. I like him a lot better like that.” I smile briefly, letting it falter when I see Meredith isn’t reciprocating my grin.
“Well, feel fucking blessed because I haven’t seen the sweet Cal in a long, long time.” It makes me wonder what might have happened that makes Calum so passively aggressive towards his sister. Okay, when we were younger I knew Calum loved to prank Meredith and she reciprocated that gesture, but they loved each other none the less. Now Meredith can’t say one good thing about him anymore.

“Maybe it’s just a phase, like the adolescent phase but then for a somewhat twenty-year-old.” I shrug my shoulders as I follow my friend into the coffee shop. She orders us our usuals while I sit down in one of the plush, purple leather chairs and wait for her to join me again to continue the conversation.

“You know I used to have a crush on your brother when we were younger?” I laugh, trying to take the focus away from the present. It was quite embarrassing that I had just shared my crush of four years with his sister, but anything was better than her thinking I might have been doing some freaky stuff with her brother just now. It’s not that I didn’t want to do that, but I didn’t want her to know.

“Really? I never knew.” Meredith laughs heartily, her hands cupping around her hot cup of caramel coffee before taking a small sip. “When we were waaaay younger, he always thought he was hot.” I shrug my shoulder nonchalantly, because it was true. Even younger, Calum had been one of the most attractive males present in my life. It didn’t help that he had the bad boy attitude going for him – still sporting it from what I’ve seen and heard – and those dimples whenever he’d grin my way when he had pranked Meredith – which always made me chuckle along with him.

“A lot of girls seem to think so. It’s sad that he doesn’t settle down. He needs girl that knows what she wants and can keep him on his feet.” Meredith sighs as she opens the small chocolate that comes with her coffee, taking a small bite of it before she makes eye contact with me.

“What do you mean?” I cock an eyebrow as I take a sip of my own coffee, hissing when the hot liquid burns the tip of my tongue. “Like, someone like you. Not just a slag that sucks him off when he wants to, but someone that would be able to say no to him once in a while.”
“And you believe I would be like that?” I chuckle breathlessly, biting my lip as I wonder where this conversation is going. Is she giving me her blessing to get a relationship with her brother? I hadn’t even given that a second thought.

“Well, yeah. Someone like you.” She shrugs her shoulders but I heard the emphasis. Someone like me, anyone but me. I grant my best friend with a tight lipped grin. “Who knows. Maybe one day he’ll meet someone that’ll make him a bit more – uh – domesticated.” I laugh, drawing a giggle from Meredith’s lip as well. “I hope so.”

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I hadn’t seen Calum after that morning. I had classes to attend and Calum worked evenings at the local bar, so whenever I was over to meet up with Meredith, he wouldn’t be around. Michael was there, gaming in Meredith’s room while we enjoyed the cool breeze of an ending summer.

Tonight, he would be home. Meredith had texted me asking if I maybe want to go out, because apparently her brother had invited the others again – by which I think she means Ashton and Luke – but I kind of wanted to see Calum again. Even if it was to just take secret glances at him as he laughed heartily at a joke any of them cracked. I hoped it was temporary, because somehow I think Meredith tried to make herself clear to steer away from her brother – or maybe it was a warning.

“Hi.” Meredith greets me without looking up from her phone as I push through the back door of their spacious home. Her parents hadn’t returned yet, being away for almost months at a time nowadays. “Hey. ‘Sup?” I drop my bag on the table and lean on one of the kitchen chairs. Her eyes glance in my direction once and she raises her eyebrows, probably at my outfit of choice.

“You’re looking awfully fancy today, what are you up to?” I take the hem of my skirt and make a twirl, chuckling when I see her nod her head in a ‘not bad’ manner.
“I had a fancy lunch with my mum. You know how those go.” I laugh, pulling the chair from underneath the table and dropping down onto it, crossing my legs almost immediately.

“So how is that going recently?” She smirks and I know she’s hinting at the rather difficult relationship I had with my mum. I shrug my shoulders as a response and both of our heads turn when Calum barges through the back door. “Oh, I didn’t know you’d be here.” Calum states matter-of-factly before he shoots a grin in my direction.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I raise an eyebrow as I lick my lipstick covered lips, leaning my arms on the headrest of the chair. “Nothing, babe. Lovely to see you again.”
“That’s what I thought.” I laugh, turning back around and winking at a smirking Meredith.

“Is Michael here?” He asks Meredith as he passes us, straight to the fridge to grab himself a bottle of water. Meredith shakes her head but didn’t notice Calum wasn’t watching her. “Hm?” Calum turns to me and I shake my head for Meredith, Calum stepping closer as a frown etches onto his features.

“He went home for change of clothes and to see him mum.” Meredith answers, and I smile when I think about the lovely bond Michael and his mum always shared. It was amazing to see them interact and somehow it also made me a bit jealous that I’d never experience anything like that.

I feel Calum’s eyes bore holes through the side of my face but I keep my gaze locked on Meredith, who is back to typing away on her phone. I’m not sure what to do. Keeping Meredith’s warning in mind, I fish my own phone from my pocket and mindlessly check my social media in hopes of keeping my mind off of the boy only two metres away.

“What are you girls up to?” Calum leans on the headrest of my chair as Meredith throws her phone onto the table. The sudden noise startles me and I jump in my seat. I can feel Calum’s gaze flitter over my exposed legs and I start wiggling my foot involuntarily underneath his gaze. I’m feeling incredibly nervous under these circumstances and I don’t know how to act the slightest bit.

“Yeah, what are we up to?” Meredith looks and me and I shrug in response. “How would I know?”
Living it wat was considered a small town, away from the big cities had his perks, I’ll give you that. But on the other hand, whenever you wanted to do anything, you’d had to drive forever to get somewhere. Unless you felt alright with ‘going out for a drink’ every night of the week. It became a bore pretty soon.

“There’s nothing to do around here, it’s not like that’s my fault.” I breathlessly laugh as I shake my head, leaning back and feeling Calum’s fingers brush through my hair.
“Well, the boys are coming over and we’re just going to jam outside. You’re always welcome to join.” Calum invites us kindly, although I think he does it because apparently Calum and Meredith had a fallout yesterday. It happens a bit too often lately.

“What do you think?” Meredith asks me and I shrug my shoulders again. I wasn’t going to let her know that I was actually pretty excited to be around Calum a bit more. Instead I cover it up.
“Maybe you’ll have to lend me a pair of jeans and some sneakers though, I’m not dressed for a hangout.” As I speak, Calum’s gaze falls back onto my exposed legs and I see him bite his bottom lip, drawing a grin on my own lips.

“Yeah, yeah of course.”
“I think you look great.” Calum suddenly speaks and I feel the red hue appear again as I raise to my feet. I let my hand fall on Calum’s rather toned biceps and give it a gentle, almost non-existent squeeze. “Thank you.” I smile toothily, brushing passed his solid chest as I follow Meredith up the stairs.

I can’t help but let my gaze flicker to him once more and I see his own gaze flick from my legs up to my face. The tip of his tongue darts out his mouth to wet his bottom lip while he shoots me a wink. I’m in deep shit.

If You’re Not Averse...

Part 2! :) 

Greg walked up to the ornate house, swallowing harshly. His fingers clasped the strings of the red gift bag at his side, nervously raising and lowering it in a stressful fashion. He had no idea what to buy Mycroft Holmes for a Valentine’s Day present; he hoped the other man liked what he’d gotten him. He readjusted his charcoal suit, fluffing his hair and fixing his tie. Before he knocked on the door, Mycroft was already hauling it open and hauling Greg inside, drawing him into a sweet kiss.

When it ended, Greg smiled at him. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Myc.” He said with a charming smile, proffering the bag to his boyfriend. “It’s not much, but you’re a difficult man to shop for.”

Mycroft chuckled softly and took the bag from the other man, not yet opening it. “Yours is in the kitchen. Come on.” He said, turning on his heel and leading the other man deeper into the house.

When Greg entered the kitchen, he noticed how spotless it was. Mycroft had cleaned the house for this very occasion. Everything was put away as it should have been, except for a small lidded cake plate in the middle of the table. Greg furrowed his brow and glanced at Mycroft.

“Go ahead. That’s your gift, Gregory.” Mycroft said, stepping to the side to let the other man open it. He glanced at the bag in his hand, but he wanted to see Lestrade’s reaction to the cake first. Greg removed the lid from the platter and his eyes widened.

“Whoa…” He gasped, licking his lips as he saw it. “D-did you make this, from scratch?” He glanced up at Mycroft, who had suddenly started blushing. He nodded.

“Do you like it?” Mycroft asked. “Everything I thought about buying you seemed wrong, and since you’re such a great cook I thought, maybe I could tr—

Mycroft never finished his sentence, as it was cut off by Greg’s lips against his. Greg steered him back against the countertop, holding him there and kissing him roughly, but sweetly. The impact was enough to knock the gift bag from Mycroft’s hand.

The passion flowed from the both of them, and Greg grinned into the kiss, drawing away with a chuckle. Mycroft raised his brows. “Should I take that as a yes?” He said, scratching his face a little as Greg turned back to the cake.

“You didn’t have to go through so much trouble. I know you don’t cook that often, let alone bake such an elaborate cake.” Greg’s gaze was positively overflowing with affection at this point.

Mycroft shrugged and waved a hand. “It wasn’t a problem, honestly.” Luckily, years of being a Holmes and acting as the British Government made him an expert liar. Greg whistled, impressed.

“I love it. Thank you. I can’t wait to taste it… if it’s anywhere near as good as the chef, it should be positively exquisite. It’s your turn to open your gift now, Myc.”

Myc glanced at the bag he had been holding, bending over to pick it up. He reached into the bag and withdrew a DVD case. He glanced down at it and saw the title, Roman Holiday. It was a romantic film from the 1950s starring Audrey Hepburn, and it was one of his favorite films of all time. But that wasn’t all; it was a collector’s, platinum edition complete with bonus featurettes and scenes. Mycroft beamed as he looked on it.

“Gregory… this is wonderful!” Mycroft exclaimed, gently enveloping the other man in a hug. “Is this the plan for our first Valentine’s Day, cake and a film?”

“I don’t see why we have to go out and do anything over-the-top. Nights in with you are the best. But instead of watching the movie on your couch, let’s lie in bed and watch it together.” Greg winked at him, and before he could reply further, Mycroft was already dragging him upstairs to his bedroom. Mycroft didn’t have a TV in here, but he had his laptop, and cuddling with his boyfriend in his bed topped the entertainment experience of his home theater system anyway.

Before he opened the DVD case, he withdrew an envelope from his pocket with Greg’s name on it.

“What’s this?” He asked, about to open it. Mycroft tugged it away from him, biting back a smirk. “Not yet. Wait until after the movie.” Greg raised an eyebrow, but nodded as the other man played the film.

As their movie watching experiences went, they heard more of the movie than they saw. And after it was over, even though it was only early evening, they lay in bed together, their noses brushing against each other and their lips pressed together more times than they weren’t. The kisses trailed across each other’s face from their nose, to their cheeks, their jaws, and back to their lips. It was a wonderful night full of joy and affection. Then Mycroft stopped kissing Greg long enough to give him the envelope.

Greg tore into it and scanned the page.

My dear Gregory,

Normally, I am not one for soppy messages and letters of affection, but as I have said many times before, you are the exception to every rule. So here you are, my very first Valentine’s Day message, for my very first Valentine.

When you first asked me to dinner, I was very perplexed by the entire notion. Why would anyone want to have dinner with me, especially someone as delightfully charming and handsome as the best Detective Inspector at Scotland Yard?

But then the relationship kept evolving and improving, until I finally worked up the nerve to ask you to be my boyfriend. And what a night that was!

You have made me an extremely happy man, Gregory, and I cannot wait to see what the future has in store for us as a couple. Although I may not understand affairs of the heart, I understand one thing: I absolutely adore your company and you, and I do believe I have one more gift for you besides that red velvet delight in the kitchen.

If you are not averse to it, I am ready for the world to know about us, the consequences be damned. History cannot define us, and our relationship isn’t predicated upon social norms. Apologies for the rambling, but with your consent, I believe we should let our friends and family know. Whether that is in-person or via social media outlets, I have no preference. But I am tired of keeping you, my most brilliant boyfriend, a secret from everyone.

Happy Valentine’s Day, my dear Gregory. You have stolen my heart with your charm and charisma, and there is nothing that compares to the feeling of warmth and joy that you fill me with every single time you cross my mind.

Most sincerely yours,

Mycroft H.

Greg finished the letter and looked up at him. “Of course I’m okay with it, Mycroft. Let’s do it right now.” He grinned and rolled over, grabbing his phone from the table on his side of the bed. Mycroft did the same, altering his relationship status from the single it had been all the years he had had the account to “in a relationship.” It might have just been a silly social tradition, but seeing those words on his profile sent a wave of adoration for the Detective Inspector pouring over Mycroft Holmes, who leaned sideways and kissed Gregory Lestrade just as both of their phones started blowing up with notifications from family, friends, and colleagues.

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Domestic Drabbles: 10 - You Shouldn’t (Part 2)

Presenting chapter 2 of my 10th drabble, You Shouldn’t! Please enjoy (:



Simon

Baz is an arse. A fucking arse.

After awkwardly inviting Agatha in and making sure Penny helped her with her bags, I grabbed Baz by the front of his shirt and pulled him into my room, slamming the door in the process.

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I had just zipped up my cosmetics bag when I saw Jared standing in the doorway with a smile gracing his handsome face.

“I’m impressed. It’s only been twenty-five minutes.” He laughed.

“Told ya..” I giggled, “No more punishments for me tonight!”

“Good! I have much more interesting things planned.” He said as he pulled a black box from behind his back, “For you.”

This was another unexpected surprise, “You didn’t have to do that..” I stammered, “What’s this for?”

“I wanted to. That’s all the reason I need, baby.” he stated very seriously then smiled, “I have a quick call to make while you get dressed then we’ll go.”

Taking the box from him, I smiled. “Thank you..” I said as he bent to give me a quick kiss.

Placing the box on the counter, I pulled the ribbon and pushed it aside. Lifting the top of the box and opening the tissue, I was in awe. Inside was the most amazingly beautiful lingerie I had ever seen.

Knowing he meant it for under the dress he bought me, I slipped the corset on. Then the panties which really weren’t panties. He really meant it when he said the crotchless panties were his favorite part of my last outfit because these were no different. Well, I take that back. This lingerie was very different. This set was from Agent Provocateur and it was gorgeous and a bit kinky at the same time.

I felt incredibly sexy and I couldn’t wait to show him but I also wanted to surprise him too. Instead of showing him now, I decided to get dressed. Feeling beyond spoiled, I slowly opened the zipper on the garment bag that was hanging on the door. I just couldn’t believe he did all this. Inside the bag was a beautiful red sleeveless dress with a bodice that was tight to the waist then flared into a short a-line skirt. It was absolutely stunning.

Slipping it over my head, I zipped the zipper myself, thankful it was on the side of the dress and not up the back. Quickly checking my appearance in the mirror, adding a touch of lip gloss, I was done. As I looked out the bathroom door, I saw Jared had left my black patten leather Louboutins just outside the door. Grabbing them, I slipped my feet into them and walked towards him as he sat on the couch.

Jared did a double take as I approached him, quickly standing up. “My god baby, you look incredible!” He said taking my hand and holding it so I could give him the full 360 view.

“Thank you, the dress is beautiful and the lingerie, Jared, you did too much!” I exclaimed.

He basically ignored my comment as I knew he would but I still felt I needed to say it anyway. “Looks like I got the right size…” he said very happy with himself.

“You did. It fits perfectly!”

“Are you ready then?” He asked.

“I just need to get my purse, I wanted to show you first.” I said happy that he liked what he saw.

Sitting back down on the couch, “Okay go get that and then we’ll go.”

Nodding, I quickly made my way to my suitcase and found my small black clutch that matches my shoes. Grabbing my passport and my lipstick, I threw it in and walked back to him.

“I’m ready.” I said and he smiled.

It wasn’t just a smile though. There was something more. Reaching for a small box, probably the size of a watch box, he grabbed it off the table next to the couch.

“I was going to wait but I think now would be better. I have one more gift for you, baby girl. Sit down.”

Butterflies began to flutter in my tummy, unsure what the box contained. Handing it to me, it wasn’t very heavy and honestly I couldn’t imagine what it could possibly be.

“Open it.” He encouraged.

With suddenly shaky hands, I lifted the top of the box, pulling the soft pillow away that was covering it’s contents. What laid inside the box was something I would have never guessed but was definitely part of his plans for us this evening. From the look in his eyes, it was obvious he was very excited about it too.

“Wow…” I said unable to hold my surprise back as I looked at my gift. Honestly every other possible word escaped me.

“I had it especially made for you.” He said as he took the box from me and pulled it out, “It’s all handmade blown glass and this stone is a Swarovski crystal.”

“It’s beautiful…” I said, wanting to add, for an anal plug… but kept that part to myself. “Thank you.”

“I was able to design the shape and size which was really cool too.” He explained as he took a closer look at it.

“Do you like it?” He asked.

“I do… it’s very unique.” I replied as I took it from him.

“Just like you..”

And, it really was. Getting a closer look, it was really amazing how they made it then embedded the crystal. It was a very thoughtful and totally unique gift, albeit an unexpected one. Although I was a little stunned when I opened the box initially, the more I looked at it, the more excited I got about it.

Like many things, I would have absolutely never thought I’d enjoy anal play at all but because of the way Jared introduced me to it, I felt completely different than I did before. In the times he’s taken me there, it was as he said it would be and it felt really good.

Biting my lip, I handed it back to him as I said, “I’m looking forward to using this tonight, thank you for my gift.”

Leaning into him, I kissed his lips. “I hoped you say that,” He said, “but I don’t want to wait until tonight. I want you to wear it now.”

Wait….What?!?!?! My expression said it all, I know it.

“But, but, I umm..”

“Lay across my lap, baby girl.” Jared commanded and although his voice was soft, he wasn’t giving me a choice.

Giving me a moment, he moved slightly, sitting deeper against the back of the couch so I could have room to lay my body down across his thighs. I still hadn’t moved a muscle, knowing I had to do this but feeling scared at the same time. I remembered trying to walk with a plug in not all that long ago and it wasn’t exactly fun. The thought of sitting all through dinner with it was something I was not looking forward to either.

My hands were tangled in my lap but as he got comfortable and noticed I was still sitting in the same spot, he took my wrists in his hand and pulled it towards him, gesturing for me to move into place. He was done waiting.

“Bab..” he began but I stopped him before he could finish knowing it was going to be a warning to obey and that’s not how I wanted to start tonight.

“Yes, Sir..” I said, “I’m sorry.”

Skootching closer to him, I leaned forward, across his lap and positioned myself so that my hips were over his thighs. Laying my upper body down onto the cushions, I turned my head, resting it on top of my folded arm.

“Very good.” Jared murmured as I felt him reach for something on the table next to him.

Taking a deep breath and closing my eyes, I tried to relax remembering that the more relaxed I was, the easier the plug would slide in.

“Just relax, baby.” He cooed as his hand slid over my ass, taking my skirt up with it.

Late Night Ride (M) - Junhoe

Originally posted by alittlepessimistic

“What do you want Kitten? All you have to do is ask for it.”

  • *not my gif*

Word Count: 1,627

Summary: It’s late at night and you’re catching the bus home, but you run into a detour when Junhoe & the rest of iKON end up on the same bus as you. 

Contains: Rough Sex, Vocal Sex, Mild Asphyxiation, Unprotected Sex (don’t do it unsafe sex is bad sex) 

  • As Suggested by:

(Kinda skipped out on the multiple orgasms because I may or may not write a part 2.) 

But why is my life such a mess?

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2000 Playlist
  1. Erykah Badu - Bag Lady
  2. Mya/Jay-Z - Best Of Me Part 2
  3. Ja Rule/Christina Milian - Between Me & You
  4. Lil Bow Wow - Bounce With Me
  5. Lil Bow Wow - Bow Wow (That’s My Name)
  6. Mya - Case Of The Ex
  7. Christina Aguilera - Come On Over
  8. Nelly - Country Grammar
  9. Mystikal/Nivea - Danger
  10. Janet Jackson - Doesn’t Really Matter
  11. Nelly - E.I.
  12. Beenie Man/Mya - Girls Dem Sugar
  13. Jay-Z - I Just Wanna Love U (Give It 2 Me)
  14. Sammie - I Like It
  15. R. Kelly - I Wish
  16. Sisqo - Incomplete
  17. Destiny’s Child - Independent Women
  18. N'Sync - It’s Gonna Be Me
  19. Destiny’s Child - Jumpin Jumpin
  20. Profyle - Liar
  21. Outkast - Ms. Jackson
  22. Lil Kim - No Matter What They Say
  23. 3LW - No More (Baby I’ma Do Right)
  24. Britney Spears - Oops I Did It Again
  25. Mystikal - Shake Ya Ass
  26. Sisqo - Thong Song
  27. Aaliyah - Try Again
  28. Next - Wifey
  29. Christina Aguilera - What A Girl Wants
  30. Donell Jones - Where I Wanna Be

My top 30 songs of 2000. Please feel free to reblog and add to the list if your favorites aren’t listed. Songs are clickable. Enjoy!

Finish Her

Originally posted by dnopls

Pairing: Sam x friend!Reader, Dean
Word count: 721
Warnings: Swearing

Part 2 of a Cajun and a Gamer


By the time that Saturday night rolled around, you were looking forward to your time with Sam more than ever. It had been one hell of a week at work, and you’d been forced to deal with idiots and jerks. Knocking on his door, you held up a case of Monster and a bag of junk food. “Let’s do this.” You grinned. “What’s on the agenda tonight, loser?”

Sam stepped aside, letting you in and laughing. As he shut the door, he shrugged. “Well, first of all, my brother is visiting.” He smirked as your eyes went wide as you stared at him. In all your years of friendship, you had never met his older brother. You knew what he looked like, and had heard about him, but that was it.

John and Mary got divorced when Sam was 6 months old. Mary took Dean to another state, and John had Sam. Dean would come visit for part of the summer, but you visited your Aunt a few hours away for the summer, helping her out. So, the two of you never crossed paths. Sam went to his mom’s for another part, and they split holidays. It just never worked out for you to meet the older Winchester brother.

“Surprise!” He laughed.

You put the bag down and punched his arm. “And you didn’t say anything? You ass!” You teased. “How long has he been here?”

Sam picked up the bag and motioned to the kitchen, making you lead the way. “A few days now.” He shrugged, not seeing the big deal. “He’s out grabbing burgers right now.”

You shook your head. “I still can’t believe that you didn’t tell me.” Looking down, you groaned. You were in your favorite pajama pants, a tank top, and slippers. “Now he’s going to think I’m crazy.” You whined.

“Awe, did you want to impress my older brother?” He smirked, putting the drinks in the fridge.

“First impression, Sam!” You pointed out. “I’m going to pick a game.” Turning on your heel, you made your way to his room, hearing his chuckle moments later.

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Trouble in Paradise (Part 7 - FINAL)

Prompt: Imagine being married to William Bill Stryker and meeting Charles Xavier

Warnings: broken marriage, angst, maybe language, anger issues, violence,

Word Count: 1408 (hah! Just like my favorite movie xD )

Notes: This is intended to paint Stryker in a bad light. I don’t like him or sympathize with the character, but he is attractive so…ya know! *shrug*. This is a little unusual, compared to my other work. This is based in the 80′s shortly after the Apocalypse deal, but pretend Charles kept his hair because it’s gorgeous.

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Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

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You called Charles the next afternoon when you got home from work. You explained what happened when you tried to ask for a divorce.

“He did what?! I’ll kill him. Y/N, you have to get out of that house.”

“I can’t just leave.”

“Sure you can. He doesn’t know about us, does he?”

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Don’t Think About It Pt. 2

Request: Is there going to be a part two for Don’t Think About It?

Don’t Think About It Pt. 1 can be read HERE

Member: BTS Suga x Y/N x Rapmonster

Type: angst


My skin felt cold against the bag of bones that belonged to Suga. I opened my eyes slowly, analyzing my surroundings. I wasn’t in Suga’s room. 

I.wasn’t.in.yoongi’s.room.

I sprung up and began to breath rapidly, trying to analyze what happened the night before. Namjoon had hit on me, tried to sabotage Yoongi and I’s relationship, and I was promptly pulled to bed. Not by Namjoon, but by my boyfriend, Min Yoongi. 

I shook the cobwebs from my thoughts as I looked around the room, dark with the blinds closed. A computer hummed on the desk beside me and music played quietly. I thought my heart had gone into shock as I heard a light snoring from beside me. The cold skin I was laying against wasn’t Yoongi’s at all. But Namjoon’s. 

I thought I was going to have a panic attack. Maybe if I pinched myself hard enough I’d wake up and be in a terrible dream. I set my skin between my nails and squeezed, only wincing when I thought I would bleed. I was still awake (or asleep hopefully) and I was still beside Namjoon. 

I looked down at my body as Namjoon slung a slender arm around my waist. I was wearing one of his t shirts and not much else. I peered beneath the shirt to see my torso covered in love bites and hickies. I groaned and shut my eyes. I knew they weren’t from Yoongi. He never kissed my stomach, always my collar bones and behind the ear. 

It was killing me not knowing what I had done. I slid Namjoon’s arm away from my thighs and quietly crept out of bed, slowly dressing in my own clothes. I was relieved to see I still had my own underwear on, relatively undisturbed. I had been on my cycle, so I was certain I would’ve noticed if I had done more. I shuffled across the room and eased out of the door, walking gingerly to the living room. 

I plopped against the couch and groaned. In a flash, sleep began to recede to the corners of my mind and memories flew in. After cuddling with Yoongi, I brought up what Jaebum had said. Yoongi got frustrated, then angry, directing his emotion at me. I ran from his room as he shut the door behind me, an audible click of the lock echoing down the hallway. 

Namjoon had grabbed me by the elbow as I was putting on my shoes, he cradled me in a hug while I was crying. He brought me back into his room and listened to everything I had said for hours. He didn’t say much, but nodded, and ran his fingertips along my thigh. Eventually I finally succumbed to the emotion and kissed Namjoon, allowing his slender fingers to roam my body. 

He had felt so good. 

And I had felt so dumb. 

What a hell of a mental block. 

I groaned again as I flopped around on the couch, completely disappointed in myself. 

“Are you having a seizure?” a rough voice grumbled. I looked up to see Yoongi standing before me, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Or lack there of judging by the look on his face. 

“I hope,” I muttered as I rolled away from him. I may have been more pissed at myself than I was at Yoongi, but I was still angry with him for the words we traded last night. They came flooding back to me like a tsunami. Yoongi had said some awful things…but were they awful enough to drive me into Namjoon’s arms?

I knew Yoongi felt deeply about so many things, but it was old getting the brunt of his emotional shortcomings. It took a strong woman to be with someone like him and I wasn’t sure if I was cut out for it anymore. 

“Don’t be so dramatic,” he sighed, sitting down on the couch in the area where the small of my back was. He began to set a hand on my thigh but stopped himself and sat his palms in his lap instead. “Did you sleep here last night?”

Define here, I thought to myself. In the roughest of terms, I supposed I slept “here” in that I remained in the dorm. 

“Mmm,” I hummed, avoiding eye contact and keeping my back towards him. 

“What happened last night sucked…” Yoongi grumbled. “I can’t say I’m sorry…because that’s how I felt at the time.”

“Like always,” I muttered. “You never say you’re sorry.”

“I say what I mean when emotion strikes. I don’t do well with apologies.”

“So that means you don’t have to make them?” I asked, lifting my eyebrows and spinning toward him. “You realize last night, you uttered the words, “that was embarrassing. All of my peers will be laughing at me now.””

“I may not have said it in that exact way,” Yoongi winced. 

“Right, silly me, blowing the situation out of proportion. How do you think I feel Yoongi? Girls in the media…in Korea especially are ripped to shreds compared to men. How do you think this will effect me? I haven’t even wanted to look at my phone today,” I hissed. 

Oh god, I think my phone was in Namjoon’s room. I closed my eyes and tried to process the situation just as Namjoon’s door creaked open. Wonderful. 

“Hey,” he muttered groggily. He threw my phone at my lap. “You left this on the couch when you went to bed with Yoongi.”

I lifted my eyebrows and looked at Namjoon cautiously. He proceeded to walk to the kitchen just like an average morning. As if we hadn’t spent the night together. As if Yoongi and I weren’t creating the most tense atmosphere I had ever resided in. 

“Look,” Yoongi whispered, grabbing me by the top of my arm. “Can we talk in the bedroom?”

“I’d rather not,” I whispered. “I don’t want to be shoved out and locked away again.”

Yoongi rolled his eyes. “We can fix this.”

“This isn’t for us to fix Yoongi,” I sighed, collecting my things and standing. “This if for you to fix. I’m going to figure out me in the mean time.”

“Figure out you?” Yoongi croaked. “What the hell does that mean?”

“It means I’ll be focusing on my happiness from now on Yoongi. Not your attitudes, not your image. Me. This is my life and I’m sick of playing a supporting role.”

I looked to Namjoon who was sipping coffee by the counter, obviously eavesdropping. 

“Joonie,” I cooed, kissing him lightly on the cheek. His eyes widened as he looked back and forth to Yoongi from me. “I’ll talk to you soon.”

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Don’t Think About It 1/2

Love at First Fight: It Runs in the Family: Older Void Stiles and Scott McCall

I’m not sure if this was ever actually requested but it showed up in my “to write” list so here it is! (Edit: I can’t find part 1 and 2 so it might be a wee bit before they’re linked, sorry!)

Everything looks so different at night. The moon was high in the sky, cut open by only the highest of branches. Streetlights casted long shadows on the glittering sidewalk, blending trash cans and bin bags in with the wall. A large owl hooted overhead, diving down to grab its next meal.

And I didn’t notice any of it. What I noticed was the stain of blood on the dirty ground. White fangs flashing, begging for blood. Deep loud growls were thrown up to the night sky, frightening away the stars as they hid and watched.

“Get behind me.” Max instructed, pulling at my arm and shielding me with his own body. Void Stiles threw back his head and laughed, a crazy maniac laughter that rang around the cold alleyway.

“I guarantee neither of you will be saying that when I’m done with you.” Void Stiles threatens, stepping closer and this time Scott attacks. Except this time he was going for me, claws poised high and deadly.

“No!” Max shouts, wrapping his arms around me, twisting round so that his whole body protected mines as Scott’s claws raked down his son’s back.

Max screams in pain and suddenly, like something overcame me I pushed Max aside, eyes flashing a dangerous jet black.

My hands came up, one hand open and facing Scott and the other Void Stiles. Both grabbed their throats, choking and gagging soundlessly as they hung off the ground.

Dark fog drifted around the ground as I watched the two of them fight and struggle.

“Y/N!” I heard weakly from behind me. A soft hand was placed on my shoulder and immediately my hand dropped as I let out a deep heaving breath.

Scott and Void Stiles dropped to the ground, coughing as I stumble into Max’s arms.

“We need to go.” I gasped, threading my fingers in between his as I warily eyed the two “men” on the ground.

Max groaned and I only just noticed the three large slashes cutting through Max’s tee-shirt and skin, blood oozing thickly from them.

Without thinking dark veins tattooed my skin as I squeeze Max’s hand.

“We need to go.” I whispered again and Max nodded, his chocolate brown curls falling into his puppy dog eyes.

And then we ran, the moon as our guide and stars as encouragers. I never let go of his hand and I didn’t plan to either.

Broken

Characters: Gabriel x Reader, Dean & Sam x Reader (family)

Words: 1337

Summary: Sam has been acting strange, and the reader finally finds out why.

Warnings: Arguing

Part 15 in Dreams.  Read Part 1 here, Part 2 here, Part 3 here, Part 4 here,Part 5 here, Part 6 here, Part 7 here, Part 8 here, Part 9 here, Part 10 here, Part 11 here, Part 12 herePart 13 here, and Part 14 here.

*Runs to safety* Don’t hurt me!

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Trouble in Paradise (Part 6)

Prompt: Imagine being married to William Bill Stryker and meeting Charles Xavier

Warnings: broken marriage, angst, maybe language, anger issues, violence,

Word Count: 833 (sorry it’s so short!)

Notes: This is intended to paint Stryker in a bad light. I don’t like him or sympathize with the character, but he is attractive so…ya know! *shrug*. This is a little unusual, compared to my other work. This is based in the 80′s shortly after the Apocalypse deal, but pretend Charles kept his hair because it’s gorgeous.

Beta’d by my girl @like-a-bag-of-potatoes

Tags: @amarvelouswritings @girl-next-door-writes @munlis @scaly-manfish @dasani-saraai

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For two days before Will came home, you thought long and hard about what Charles had said. He was right. He was right in every sense. You wanted a relationship too, with someone. You weren’t sure who yet. Do you throw away your marriage for 2 bad years? Or do you fight for sixty more? Would you be fighting alone though? Would Will even help you keep the relationship together? Afloat? But did you want a relationship that was just “afloat”? No, you married so you would have a partner, so you could love someone and they would love you back for years to come. You married, because marriage is a union of two people.

When Charles said he could make you happy, you knew he could. The bad thing was, Will had made you happy too. Would you end up like you were now? Broken and shattered, just waiting to be pieced together by another lover? Would history repeat itself and at first it would be perfect with Charles but then the school would get in the way?

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Trading In the Silence (Part 4)

A/N: This is the fourth part to my Trading In the Silence series. I hope that everybody enjoys it! Thanks:)

The first part is here: (Trading In the Silence: Part 1)

The second part is here: (Trading In the Silence: Part 2)

The third part is here: (Trading In the Silence: Part 3)

The fifth part is here: (Trading In the Silence: Part 5)


There was a bag shoved over your head so all of your senses were impaired. Still, over your long, torturous years, you had developed acute perceptions. When your sight was challenged, your hearing was heightened.

You picked out two voices. From what you could tell, one was a man and the other was a woman. The man was  most definitely the dominant one. He was practically abusive. But the woman was fiercely loyal and persevered through everything the man threw her way. You could not help yourself but pity the woman.

The timbre of the man’s voice was somehow familiar. It was as if the sound had drifted into your mind in a dream, long, long ago. You could not figure out why and you could not figure out where you recognized it from.

Just after you were abducted, you were pushed down a ladder, and onto the street outside of your apartment. Then, you were stuffed into a van. You heard the doors of the van shut with a clash and the hurried voices of your abductors as they scrambled into the front seats of the van. You were barely conscious. The pair had drugged you. You tried to straighten yourself and try to discern anything about your surroundings, but the drugs were too strong and everything was a blurry mess in your brain.

You were scared. You knew that Spencer would do absolutely everything in his power to get you home safe, but what  if he could not do that? What if he was too late? The people who abducted you did not seem like the most agreeable of people.

Still, as your head started to clear, you began to gain greater control of your own mind. You did everything that you could to distinguish any oddities of your location or other surroundings, but you could not determine much of what was going on outside of the bag that was stuffed over your head. Everything seemed jumbled and twisted and you had a raging headache from the drugs they had given you.

A little while after you were thrusted into the dingy van, the vehicle came to an abrupt halt. As you were yanked out of the automobile, you noticed that everything seemed just a little bit darker through your bag than it had earlier before. It was probably nighttime. You were glad that you were able to detect that.

Your abductors pushed you and you were forced to move. The man held a gun to your back. You stumbled and nearly tripped at a particularly strong shove and you heard the woman’s cackle. You staggered forward and tripped again, this time over the threshold of a doorway. This time, your stumble was met with a second push and before you knew it, you face planted. The woman chortled again, her voice high pitched and obnoxious.  The man scoffed at your ineptitude and he kicked you hard in the thigh. You groaned and curled yourself up at the sharp pain that resonated from the spot.

Eventually, you were forced into a cold, hard chair. You were bruised and battered but you were alive. You were terrified, though. This was not a positive situation and there were very little ways that it would end well.

Your hands were cuffed behind your back and stuck to the chair and your ankles were tied to the legs of the chairs. You could barely even wiggle. Several hours after you were ripped into this shabby hellhole, the dark bag was yanked off of your head. At first you were disoriented, but as your surroundings settled in your mind, you realized that you were residing in an abandoned warehouse. A man sat in front of you with his head resting on your interlaced hands. He stared at you innocently as if you were a child and he was trying to be calm so that you did not flip out.

Just like his voice, his face seemed familiar, as if from some other life. His intent gaze made you shiver. You glared at him in unyielding disgust. Your eyes shifted around the gloomy room. There were dusty shelves littered evenly along the walls and boxes spread sporadically throughout the large room.

Standing just a few yards away from where the man stared at you was the woman. She stood stone-still. She almost looked afraid. Her eyes slowly slid from you to the man and back again, examining your interaction. You stared back at the man in front of you, daring him to strike you. He stared back at you, almost amused. He took his time, but he eventually rose dauntingly from his seat. He circled around you, dragging his hand along the back of your chair.

“Do you recognize me?” he asked you, his hoarse voice taunting you. You did not respond. All that you did was stare straight ahead. You could deal with his taunts and anything else he threw your way. You had already been through enough. You were completely stolid and expressionless. You saw his jaw tighten at your blank response.

And then he slapped you. You barely reacted, but your cheek burned. You did everything that you could to not move again. He sat back down at the seat across from you. His eyes dared you to say something. After many tense long moments, he cracked a nauseating grin.

“Carolyn raised you well.” You froze unnaturally as something clicked in the back of your mind. He guffawed at you. Then he rose from his seat and clomped over behind your chair. His head hovered close to your ear. “Remember me now, sweetheart?” he whispered into your ear.

Without further warning,  he stuffed the dark bag back over your head. The pungent smell that cast off of the inside of the bag stung your nostrils. You sniffed uncomfortably with one twitch of a breath. You heard the pair’s comfortless cackling as they left the dark room of the stingy warehouse.

Your tried to even out your now rapid breathing. Carolyn was your mother’s name. It could not be who you thought it was. He had left when you were so young that you had absolutely zero recollection of it. You knew that it was a bad exit, though. Whenever you asked of him when you were a young child, Mother had always beaten you particularly passionately. She did not want to be reminded of the pain that he caused her.

But then why did he look so familiar? A painful memory filled your mind. When you were about ten years old, you had been cleaning out the old crawl space as punishment for sneezing in the middle of the night when Mother was trying to sleep. You came across an old cigar box filled with a large stack of fading pictures and other knick knacks. You made the mistake of pausing from your work and looking through the pictures. You barely recognized your mother in the pictures. She was smiling in every single one, something that you had only seen her feign in front of strangers. But these were real smiles, happy smiles. You almost felt wistful of the woman in the pictures. In about half of the pictures she was holding a happy, giggling baby. You. In almost every picture, she was accompanied by a man. The man was smiling and happy, but he looked pained and sad at the same time. You had stared at the many photos for a long while. Unfortunately, Mother caught you and she beat you mercilessly. When she found those pictures, you saw pained tear fall down her face.

The man in those pictures was the man that had stood before you today. The man that taunted you and tore you away from the content comfort of your safe home is the person as the smiling, happy man in those old pictures with you and Mother.

That man, he was your father.

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I finally got around to making a second set of Shadowhunter Funko Pop designs! I’ve been wanting to for awhile but I decided to see who we got in season 2 before I did, and we got Maia! 

Luke has his badge, Lydia has her stele, Raphael has a bag of blood, Maia doesn’t have anything since we don’t know enough about her show version yet, Jocelyn has a seraph blade and her little coma potion, and Valentine has the Mortal Cup and a seraph blade.

See the first set here.

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Lab Partners, Part 2.

Author’s Note: The other day @amylillian22​ asked if I could help her out by writing a part 2 to her prompt for Lab Partners. Her readers had been asking for one for a while, and she couldn’t think of anything for it. Since I didn’t have anything else to write and was looking for some inspiration, I said I’d take a look at it and see what I could do. I wrote this that same night. (:

I hope y’all don’t mind that she asked me to write it, and I hope y’all like what I came up with. We have pretty different writing styles, but she said she loved what I came up with. I’m actually pretty proud of it myself. (:

Be sure to read part 1 here.

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Enjoy!


Lab Partners, part 2.

The next day

I climbed into my stool in lab and pulled supplies out of my bag, immediately digging for the sheet of paper that held the instructions for our project. Once I found that I pulled out my notebook and flipped to the page with the skull on it and started working on it once again. It was nothing special, just your typical sugar skull. I had the base down, and was now doodling in random designs: flowers, random shapes, swirls, etc.

The stool next to me squealed as Stiles took his seat. He was earlier than usual, and I was positive I knew why, but I wasn’t going to be the first to bring it up. “You’ve really gotta work on that whole stealth thing.” I said, not looking up from my drawing.

“Again, I wasn’t trying to be sneaky.” He argued as he pulled his supplies out of his backpack hastily.

I shrugged my shoulders, “either way.” Once he was finished ungathering his things, he just stared at me. I could feel his chocolate eyes burning into the side of my face. I knew what he was doing. He was trying to figure out what I was without asking me directly. “Staring is rude, Stilinski.” I finally said, trying to hold back my smirk as I continued with my drawing.

He sighed heavily, but kept his eyes on me. “I can’t figure it out.” He responded with a huff and started tapping his pencil.

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