when i focused all my attention to him

Looks like Georgie here thinks that was especially brilliant!

Pairing: George x Reader

Request: Hey can you write a george x reader when they have DA training ang George is looking at Y/N all the time and boys tease him about it?

A/N: I’m super mega pissed because all of my notes got wiped so aaaaall the requests I save and aaaall the Imagines I was writing have now completely gone! Terrific! 

Squicks: I think I said a naughty word, rhymes with brother trucker :)


You were a fairly quiet girl: generally keeping to yourself and close friends and not really doing much to step out of your comfort zone, but you figured that that needed to change, especially if you were ever going ever to get the attention of George Weasley.

[George’s POV]

I signed up to join Harry’s little group that he and his friends organised, designed to teach Defence Against The Dark Arts while Umbridge was in power; they called it Dumbledore’s Army.

My main reason for joining was because I wanted to practice and actually learn some defensive spells (and that wasn’t gong to happen with Umbridge running the joint), but also because the word of mouth was that Y/N would be signing up too.

Today was the first official meeting of the DA. Harry had discovered a secret room in the castle, known as the Room of Requirement. Harry started off the lesson by going over the basics, the first spell being Expelliarmus.

Harry went through what exactly the disarming charm did, while Y/N listened tentatively, giving a small nod every now and then of understanding, her arms crossed and giving her full attention.

“Got your eye on Y/N, have you?” Fred nudged me and said quietly, his voice dripping with amusement,

“Shut up,” I retort… There was no point lying to him, he was my twin brother after all, there’s no fooling him.

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By the next DA meeting, it seems as though Freddie had let slip of my attraction towards Y/N, since I received a lot of nudges and whistles when Y/N walked in.

Today Harry had us focusing on the Stupefy charm, and we all found a partner that we would be duelling with.

Now, I know what you’re thinking, and no, I’m not partnered with Y/N, much to Fred and Lee’s disappointment… Cho beat me to it.

Y/N and Cho stood opposite each other in the middle of the room, their wands drawn. Obviously I was staring at Y/N, and the boys found it hilarious.

“Stupefy!” Y/N’s voice echoed off the walls. She cast the spell perfectly, causing Cho to go flying backwards, Harry barely catching her.

I stared at Y/N in awe. The girls all applauded her, while Fred told me that maybe a photo would last longer.

“Looks like Georgie here thinks that was especially brilliant!” one of the dickheads, Zachariahs called out, while his group of shits laughed.

Y/N of course heard, and was now looking at me, her cheeks a slight rosy colour.

“Yeah, I do,” I agree, which he didn’t expect at all, “And I reckon you couldn’t cast any spell half as good as that one, and it was only her first go!”

Zacharias stuttered for a bit, looking remarkably similar to a fish out of water opening and closing his ginormous mouth. The girls around Y/N all giggled, while she gave me a glowing smile, which I returned, even though Fred and Lee were rather off-putting with their snickering and elbow jabs.

Once the meeting was officially over, Y/N was the one who came up to me.

“Hey George, that was really sweet what you said earlier”.

Fred and Lee gave each other a look, before both of them walked on, surprisingly without saying another word.

“Get in, Georgie!” Knew it was too good to be true.

Y/N giggled while I put my face in my hands and groaned. Still laughing, she put her hand on my shoulder out of pity, which was enough encouragement to look up at her. Her eyes looked like they were laughing too, they were shining brightly and full of happiness to match her contagious smile.

“I meant it, you know, you’re quite amazing at spells, and in general I guess too but more of that later,” I admit, which she clearly seemed to enjoy by her overly enthusiastic laugh, probably an attempt to hide the blush that was evidently creeping onto her cheeks.

“No no, feel free to go on about my general greatness, I wouldn’t mind,” she flirted back,

“Well I mean, I wouldn’t want you to get a big head or anything, so maybe I should space the compliments out a bit, shall we say tomorrow evening for the next few? I can assure you that I have a lot,”

While Y/N giggled and the colour in her cheeks deepened, I marvelled in the fact that I am literally the smoothest motherfucker in this whole damn school.

“I think that could work,” she smiled cheekily, stepping in a bit and looking up at me, her hands resting on my shoulders,

“Wonderful…” I whispered, as I cupped her jaw in my hands and leant down. My lips delicately met with hers, and she instantly kissed me back, her arms wrapping around the back of my neck.

Whilst it was only a short kiss, it was deep and passionate. I knew that there’d be a lot more where that came from, starting tomorrow night.

EXO (ex): dating Kris Wu would include

•  having to look past all of the ridiculous rumors and stories about him
•  he’d look pretty cold and withdrawn at first, and you’d probably hesitate before making a move on him
•  like he just looks kinda intimidating, but he’s such a softie and loving when you get to know him
•  he’s even a bigger softie when it came to you, and everyone could tell
•  would feel like he needs to prove himself to you sometimes
•  like-
•  he’d really love it if you didn’t bring up the past with his group, and just focused on the future with him
•  bc it hurts him to talk about what he’s been through, even though he’s still good friends with some of the members
•  using his big frame to his advantage when wanting cuddle
•  he’d just lay on top of you until you give up and give him all your attention
•  such a whiny baby sometimes
•  "are we seriously out of almond milk? Y/n, I told you not to finish my cereal and drink my milk smfh"
•  "you’ve been watching that TV show the whole weekend, lemme watch ESPN already you couch hog!!!“
•  "Stop stealing all the covers” “…Kris you’re literally a giant, how am I the one who steals the covers”
•  wrapping his huge hands around your small ones and laughing at the size difference
•  him being your personal heater
•  never knowing what to say when you’re upset, esp at him
•  he’ll sorta just get quiet all of the sudden and crouch down next to you
•  he can’t help but smile at your cute expression when you’re mad, so he’ll lift your chin with his finger and kiss you
•  "stop making me blush, you know I’m mad at you" “I know but you’re just too cute, plus you can never hold a grudge, babe”
•  barely having any sort of PDA
•  the furthest he’d go is hold your hand or wrap an arm around you if someone tries hitting on you
•  FaceTime when he’s away, and he’ll hide his face when he’s about to cry
•  "babe, I miss you so much…I wanna fly you out here, alright?“
•  playful wrestling matches that result in makeout sessions
•  wearing his huge shirts in public, sometimes adding accessories to make them look like dresses
•  trapping you in his embrace if you’re sad
•  letting you mess with his hair and tease him when he cuts it all off
•  staying by his side and assuring him that you’ll always be there
•  bc sometimes he can be a bit insecure, and just needs you to hold him and comfort him from the harsh world
•  this kid’s been through a lot, so just love him for me 💙

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For You

Warnings: smut, oral (female receiving), some dirty talk, slight bdsm, caring Bucky, yeah

Pairings: BuckyxOc

Words: 1,639

Notes: hey guys, sorry I’ve been MIA for so long, things have been crazy with my family and applying to grad school. I’ll try and get some more writing to y’all more frequently I promise<3 250 followers oh my god! Thank y’all so much

Originally posted by rohgers

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Another go; C.H.

A/N: I’m not sure what this is. i’ve been in a blue mood recently and I think it shows in my writing. But still; car smut. Enjoy.

I wasn’t sure if I were willing on giving this another go. There was something about an ex that made them obligated to stay in the past and remain there. Sometimes you deal with them and their problems, but moreover they stay hidden in a small box in the back of your brain. Of course, this had been all on me, suggesting we remained friends.

He had been one of my best friends and that first kiss had been a horrible mistake. That’s what I say now. Back then it had been on my mind for some while. Calum and I had this sexual tension from the beginning of our friendship that never faded, although we remained dormant to do anything about it. Eventually I must admit those few months with Calum had been the best of my life and I doubt anything or anyone will ever come near the passion and wanton I had with Calum. Not only had I had my best friend by my side, but I hadn’t felt so loved in forever.

I don’t even remember why we broke up to begin with. We argued, a lot. Most of the times it was stupid, avoidable things that would fuel his or my anger. It would almost always end that same day though, I made sure we never went to bed while fighting, because even though we were lovers, he was my best friend first. I remember keeping my head high while being among friends and completely crashing as soon as my front door slowly shut. It was something I did to spare Calum of having to deal with our girl friends throwing him filthy looks and to make sure the guys didn’t take pity on me. The first time we went out and assured everyone we could do this I ended up bawling on the floor, back against the front door of my apartment.

I had slept in said spot, and gone to work with red, puffy eyes and mascara in unknown places. My co-worker, wanting to be a good friend, phoned my then ex-boyfriend to tell him that I wasn’t feeling well. Try to explain you’re completely fine when your tears from last night are still glued to your face. Calum was reluctant at first, of course. Who is their right mind comes to console their ex on the breakup they were both involved in. But as I said, Calum was my best friend and that always came first.

It was the first time I had my best friend again since the break-up. He pulled me close, held me and I just cried. I stained his shirt, I told him how horrible I felt and that I honestly believed this was a mistake. That was a few months ago. We both thought it would be better if we remained friends. We both believed the sexual tension we experienced was something that would fade over time, even though this all started because we couldn’t control our animalistic behaviour.  

The fact that he is hovering mere centimetres from me and I am about to close that gap, states the opposite. His eyes are fluttering from my eyes to my lips. His fingers slowly tapping on the hood of his car, awaiting my next move.

I want to, but I shouldn’t. I’m contemplating this too much but our friendship was already on a silken thread and this might rupture it completely. I open my mouth to speak, but I have nothing wise to say. It’s not that I have many decisions to make other than question my moral standards. I want this, I want him. It’s always been him. I lean in the short distance that remained and seal our lips together. My fingertips brush over his neck to cup his jaw, pressing my upper body against Calum’s.

He groans into my mouth as his hands wind around my waist. Without any effort, Calum pulls my body onto his lap and leans down against the windshield of his recently bought slick black car. I feel shivers run up and down my spine which I can’t place. Calum had driven us up the cliff to a secluded area which overlooked the city. If this were a date, it would be my vision of perfection.

Instead, I’m sloppily kissing my best friend, hands groping underneath shirts while we’re out in the open. His fingers brush along my exposed thigh and I visibly shiver, breaking our kiss. “Take this to the back seat?” Calum mumbles, his gaze lowered to my breasts before he gazes up at me. I bite my lip, contemplating his offer. We’re fucked anyway. I push my groin against Calum’s hardening bulge as an unspoken answer to his question.

Calum groans loudly as his fingers dig into my bum and he lifts me, jumping off the hood. Without any trouble, he guides us to the backseat of his car, closing the door behind himself. “What are we doing?” I breathe, my fingers already unbuttoning the top buttons of his shirt. Calum slides closer, his head disappear in the crook of my neck as he passionately kisses and licks. “Something I’ve been fantasizing about for months now.”

Calum’s answer goes straight to my core and I moan as I throw my leg over his hips, drawing him into me as I press his back down against the leather of the backseat. My dress rises on my hips as Calum’s hands wander, his lips back to caressing the skin on my neck.

My fingers trail over Calum’s smooth, exposed chest and up along his neck to cup his jaw in my frail hands. Calum’s hot breath hits my face as he enjoys every caress of his skin with his eyes closed. “I - I missed you.” Calum mumbles and it stings, so I try to ignore it and focus on making him, making myself feel good, in this moment. Of course, I had missed him too, but it was a somewhat mutual decision that we couldn’t do this any longer. I had tried to crawl back on that decision almost immediately.

I’m fumbling with the zipper of his jeans while he unzips the back of my dress and skilfully bares my chest for his wandering gaze, bunching my dress near my hips. Calum’s boxer short clad erection rubs again my dampened, clothed core which sends me crashing into him. I’m pressing my lips against his with such force he hums in pleasure, his fingertips digging into my thighs the more passionate our exchange becomes.

I feel him cup my breast, a rough squeeze following before his large hand cups my neck and chin, separating our lips for some well-deserved air. “Calum, I -” I stumble over my words as my eyes drift closed when his attention focuses back on my neck, all the while his hands are kneading my bum roughly. “Yes baby?”

“Now.” I was never one with a broad vocabulary, but Calum knew and understood my one syllable mumbles. He knew my body like no one else and as I lay writhing underneath him, he knew exactly where to touch to drive me insanely wild.

His mind clicks and he pushes his jeans as far down as possible with me on top. As soon as I feel the skin on skin contact a loud moan leaves my lips. Calum’s hands and arms wind around my waist, pulling me closer as he enters me.

I start swaying my hips back and forth, making figure eights as I let my hands roam wherever they please. My head is hidden in the crook of Calum’s neck, avoiding eye contact as I sink my teeth into his tender flesh.

Calum groans loudly, his fingers leaving marks on my thighs as he starts guiding me in a faster pace. I can feel he is nearing his release as he starts moving along. I can feel myself nearing again as I grind down more, searching for friction I know Calum would gladly give.

His hand disappears between our molten bodies and he lazily rubs along my clit, but it’s enough to spiral me over the edge. I’m a moaning mess against his neck, fingernails digging into the back.

He chases his own relief in stutters and when he finally finishes, a thick tension fills the air as our heavy breathing makes room for silence. I keep my face hidden in his sweaty neck and savour his scent and taste. Damn I miss him.

“God, I needed that.” Calum’s laughs as he peeks one eye open. I grant him with the tiniest of grins as I lift myself off him, a loud sigh leaving my lips. I think I love Calum.

“You know I love you, right?” Calum’s hand squeezes my knee reassuringly as he glances in my direction. I feel my eyes widen as I recall saying the last few thoughts out loud. Calum’s lazy smiles indicates otherwise and I mumble in return. “Yeah, love you too.” Calum starts redressing himself and I follow suit, keeping completely silent while doing so. His words warm my heart. Although I think we don’t mean the same thing.

The Mask

a/n: this is just because i get cinderella vibes from “i don’t even know your name” and i’ve always wanted to go to a masquerade ball for some reason


The rapid knocking on your door distrubed your study session, causing you to groan. Standing up, you opened the door and saw your friend smiling brightly, pushing herself into your apartment. “Um, come in, why don’t you?” You asked, closing the door. “What’s up? Thought you had a meeting or something?”

“I didn’t need to stay.” She waved off that idea, and unlocked her phone. “But I got a text from Emily, and she said that there’s this masquerade thing next weekend and apperently a lot of people are going so I thought it would be a good idea if we went! You’re always complaining about not having a boyfriend so maybe this will be your chance to find one! And look really pretty, too!”

You laughed, sitting on your couch. “A masquerade ball?” You pondered the idea for a few moments. “Yeah, sure, I’ll go. Seems fun.”

“But there will be free drinks and- wait, did you say you’d go?” Your friend asked, stopping herself. Apparently she thought you wouldn’t want to go.

“Yeah, I could use some fun, and I think a masquerade ball would be really fun!” You nodded, picking up your book. “Now shoo, I need to study for a test.”

Your friend nodded, going to the door. “I’ll text you when we can go get dresses! And a mask! We need to wear masks!” She let herelf out of the apartment, and you rolled your eyes, excited for the party.

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Pong Partner

A Shawn Mendes fanfic. 

WARNING: SMUT

A/N: I can’t believe I fucking wrote this. It’s long af and the smut part sucks but it’s my first time writing anything like this so keep that in mind. Feedback would be lovely xoxo (also if you’re not into smut, the smut doesn’t come til the end & it’s fluff up until then)

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Divided: Part 19

Pairings: Bucky x Reader, Steve x Reader

Warnings: Angst, fluff

Word Count: 2527

Summary: In the fall out from the fight, your team finds it’s self divided as deals are made and grievances are aired

Authors Note:  Ok, I hope you all enjoyed the shit storm that was part 18, we are nearing the end now and things will be wrapping up. Also there is a small flashback in this part, portrayed by use of italics, so hopefully y’all get that. I always love hearing from you all, so drop a line with thoughts or predictions!  Tagging is open, just ask, if you are on my tag list and your username has changed PLEASE let me know!

Divided: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18

“Those are the terms, take them or don’t. I will have my revenge either way.” T’Challa speaks plainly, not attempting to hide the impatience in his voice. You shift uncomfortably, your restraints rubbing painfully against your wrists as you look up at Natasha and Tony, discussing your fate with the King, without even glancing at you.

“Just to confirm,” Tony starts, his exasperated tone dripping with sarcasm, “We give you Y/N, under the condition that she will not be harmed, and you keep your mouth shut towards Ross about the exact nature of how Cap and Barnes escaped?” T’Challa nods sharply, eyeing Natasha up and down.

“No deal.” Natasha growls her arms crossing as she stands back from T’Challa, glaring at Tony. “What the hell do you mean no deal?” Tony whips around towards her his eyebrows rising, “You do understand that if he tells Ross what you did, then they will be coming for you too, right?”

“Then they come for me, it’s better than turning over my friend to a killer.” Natasha spits back, taking a defiant stance. Tony’s hand flies up to his hair, anxiously pulling at his dark locks.

“Curious that you are worried about your friend in my company, but so easy to relinquish her to the assassin.” T’Challa’s eyebrows rise as he looks at Natasha, his gaze flashing to your gagged and struggling form on the ground.

“Listen, Nat.” Tony whispers, turning to Natasha, his back now to T’Challa. “Do you have any idea where Ross might put them? In the most extreme case… it’s not good. We have a King’s word that she will not be harmed… and she can handle herself. You may not believe me but I’m trying to keep Y/N safe. After the shit she’s pulled…” His eyebrows rise imploringly, trying desperately to appeal to her logical side, “she’ll be safest far away from Ross’s grip.”

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Chapter VI | Tell Me - A Harry Styles Uni AU

Main Story page is here.

Song for the Playlist - Wonderwall by Ryan Adams (cover)

Instagrams are here - (none for this chapter because the app is being a dick)

Word Count - 4250…ish

“Just gotta be safe, love,” he whispered.

“My protector,” she said back into his ear and a shiver ran down his spine.

He manoeuvred them until she was lying flat on the bed and he could straddle her thighs and view her perfect body from above, and leaned down to kiss her lips once again. Her hands ruffled through his hair as he abandoned her lips to find her jaw, nipping at her and his hands lingered at her neck, tickling, until he moved further down and found a perfect spot to suck on to.

Her breath hitched at his teeth on her neck, a slight moan coming from her mouth and her grip on his hair tightening until he pulled away wishing the small bruise would appear that second to mark her as his.

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Overhearing a confession

Hi! First, I wanted to thank everyone who takes the time to read my One Shots. It makes me so happy! :) 

This is a One Shot about Harry being your best friend and falling asleep on top of you. Unfortunately, that’s the exact time your friend decides to talk about how obvious it is that you have feelings for each other. 

Picture is not mine, I found it in the depths of Tumblr. 

It would be accurate to say that Harry was exhausted. Filming a movie taking place during world war 2 had really began to take it’s tool on his strength - physically as well as mentally. When him and the band had first started to think about taking a break, he hadn’t imagined feeling more emotionally drained than when he was touring. But then again, becoming an actor had been more something than he’d stumbled upon and not something he had planned.

When it was announced that filming wouldn’t be continued for two weeks, Harry was quick to decide that going home would do him good. He bought a plane ticket and the same evening he was back in my tiny apartment in England. I had been very surprised at his sudden appearance, given that I hadn’t heard from him for a few days and when I did, he had always claimed that he couldn’t wait to go back to America. But instead of his sunny porch in LA, he stood on my doorstep in ever rainy London. After ushering him in, Harry apologized profoundly for interrupting my quiet night in with my friend Mary, but unaware to him, seeing him had been all that was missing to make me happy.

“It’s fine, Harry,” I’d assured, stopping his ramble with one finger raised, “Perfectly fine, actually. I’m always happy to have you here, you know that.”

What he couldn’t have known was that when my eyes had found his, my heart had speed up and beat so fast I’d feared it’d jump straight out my chest and to his feet. Self-consciousness crept up on me and I wished I would’ve worn something more flattering than thin leggings and a white t-shirt adorning my torso. I wasn’t even wearing a proper bra but a simple black bralette I’d gotten for £7. Luckily Mary was quick to step in and invited Harry to join the two of us for a glass of wine on the couch.

As soon as I’d settled down comfortably, Harry moved closer and lay down beside me to rest his head in my lap. His face was nestled against my stomach and my body tensed upon feeling his warm breath against my thinly clothed skin. My friend’s raised eyebrows didn’t go unnoticed by me, but I couldn’t be bothered. It wasn’t unusual for Harry and me to cuddle and to be genuinely more comfortable with each other than other friends were, but normally no one else was around to whom it could’ve looked odd.
Harry didn’t care about that though. All he cared about was how at ease he felt since he had entered my apartment. He sighed in content when I carefully laid a blanked over him and his arms around my waist squeezed me gently after I loosely placed my own arm over his shoulders. Harry didn’t engage much in the conversation Mary and I carried and after feeling the rhythm of his warm breath slow, I knew he had fallen asleep.

Me and Mary still sat with each other, talking quietly. At some point I subconsciously began stroking my fingers through Harry’s smooth hair. It still felt strange to touch the soft strands and have them end so close to where they began, but I loved it either way, long or short. My hand gently caressed his cheek every now and again and I smiled upon remembering how nervous he had been when he had first revealed the newly short haircut. There hadn’t been any reason though. Harry was effortlessly beautiful. He always was, as well as was so warm, soft, gentle and kind. Mary knew of my feelings for Harry and smiled when she noticed my hesitant touches to his face.

“You do know that he fancies you, right?” she asked. “At least as much as you do him.”

I looked up at her with a small smile and shook my head. “Don’t make fun of me, Mary.”

“I’m being serious,” she assured, “He looks at you and his face lights up. When he has news, you’re the first person he calls. Filming is interrupted, yet he doesn’t go to his family or to his home in LA. He comes to you. Those are pretty obvious signs, honey.”

I quickly shushed her when her voice rose slightly. “Why does the time you find fit to have this conversation when he’s right here?”

She rolled her eyes. “Relax, he’s asleep. You’re just trying to escape this conversation, as you always do.”

I shook my head and focused my attention back on Harry. His forehead was wrinkled and I gently smoothed it with my thumb. His pink lips were slightly open and I admired how his long eyelashes rested on his soft cheeks. He looked vulnerable and innocent. My heart swelled at the sight and I could practically feel myself fall even more in love with him. All I wanted was to cuddle him and shield him form any harm.

“You love him,” Mary continued in a cooing voice.

“Pst!” I scolded and shot her a glare. “He’s right here, for crying out loud! Are you trying to ruin my friendship with him?”

She threw her arms up and sighed dramatically.

“I’m sitting here, observing two people completely unaware of how smitten the other person is with them and you expect me to just keep my mouth shut?”

“What I expect is that you don’t take the piss out of my feelings for him. Feelings I’m sure he doesn’t return,” I muttered harshly and focused my gaze back on his flushed cheeks. “He told me about some model from Spain he was thinking about going out with,” I admitted quietly. “He wants someone he can sleep with for a while and go on crazy adventures with, without her getting her hopes up. And that’s not me. He just has to look at me from across a room and my hopes shoot up into the sky.”

Mary giggled and shook her head. “You would sleep with him, though.”

“Shut up.”

“I think you don’t quite realize how he sees you,” she continued in a more serious manner. “Maybe you should just tell him and see how it goes. It could be worth it.”

My hair shielded my vision when I shook my head and I quickly pushed it back. Harry’s grip around me had slightly tightened and I shifted to adjust myself.

“No way I’d risk loosing him with a weak attempt at getting him to want me, Mary. I’d rather be stuck by his side as a friend than not be with him at all.”

“Well,” she took a long sip of her wine glass, “the fact remains that his head is in your lap and nobody else’s.”

I giggled and urged my heart to stop jumping so badly. With his face pressed against me I feared the sound could wake him from his slumber.

While we quietly conversed some more, my fingers found their way back into Harry’s hair, from there to his neck and from there to his shoulder. His peaceful expression brought me joy and set me at ease. Harry released a long sigh and cuddled closer to me. He even moved his legs up to completely rest in a fetus position.

“I’m gonna get going,” Mary decided as she got up and I moved to do the same, but she quickly stopped me. “Don’t. Stay like that. It’d make a lovely picture. One that you could send everyone as a christmas card when you celebrate as a couple for the first time.”

“Text me when you get home safe,” I asked her quietly, ignoring her comment and she nodded. She waved one more time before she left the room and shortly after I could hear the front door shut.
I sighed in content and focused my vision back on Harry. With him cuddling me like that I could almost pretend that he loved me. That he was mine and had returned to me because his heart had ached from our separation as much as mine had. My fingers were in the middle of drawing a pattern against his temple when Harry suddenly pursed his lips and blew out air. I shrieked at the tickling feeling and tried to move away, but his arms held me still and he continued his playful torture, only stopping to laugh.

“Harry,” I cried and pushed at his head. “Please stop!”

He didn’t move away though and I felt like a bucket of ice water had been dropped over my head when I felt his lips press against my tummy in a kiss. Or maybe it was steaming hot water.

“I thought you were asleep,” I stuttered and he moved into a sitting position next to me. My lap felt cold and empty already.

“I wasn’t really,” he shrugged, a smile gracing his lips. “Just enjoying a snuggle and hearing the newest gossip.”

My rapidly jumping heart jumped straight down to the very pit of my stomach while all the blood shot up to my cheeks. Harry still looked at me with a confident and wide smile, his eyes sparkling and my brain went through every possible scenario of how I could possibly talk my way out of this. He couldn’t have heard what Mary and I had discussed, right?

“Did you get some rest?” I asked and he frowned. “Are you hungry?”

I moved to get up but was stopped by his hands reaching forward and clasping my wrists.

“Where do you think you’re going, love?”

“To fetch you something to eat,” I answered and freed my wrists from his hold.

“I don’t want anything to eat. Come here.”

He sat up straighter and opened his arms. Though part of me wanted to leave the room and hide from his suspicious gaze, I had never been able to resist him. My still burning face was buried where his neck met his shoulder and I inhaled his familiar scent. Harry sighed and wrapped both arms around me, pulling me up so I was sitting in his lap.

“You have no idea how much I missed you, Y/N,” he whispered against the shell of my ear before pressing several kisses to my cheek. “I hate being away from you.”

Not as much as I hate being away from you, I thought, but decided to only answer by pressing myself closer to him. Harry moved his hands down and cupped my thighs before wrapping both of them around his waist. A harsh breath escaped my lips at this sudden closeness and when I felt him press more kisses to the skin of my shoulder, moving up to my neck. I shuddered. He knew. He was always cuddly and affectionate, but he might as well have kissed me on the lips and taken me to bed. He acted as if he was about to.

“Stop it,” I muttered and pressed my hands against his chest.

“What’s wrong?”

He stayed sat but his eyes followed me when I stood up in front of him and I cleared my throat.

“What is it that you were just doing?” I asked, my voice quivering. “You heard me and Mary’s conversation, didn’t you?”

Harry swallowed hard, but continued to smile, not looking guilty at all. “Yes, I did.”

I didn’t give my stomach time to knot itself and continued to speak. “And now you think that just because I have feelings for you, I’m going to share your bed?”

“What?” Harry seemed surprised at my sudden accusation. “No, of course I don’t think that.”

“You were practically kissing me!” I almost shouted.

Harry reached up to smoothen his messed up hair and got to his feet too, the smile had been replaced with a serious frown on his face.

“Y/N,” he spoke, reaching for my hands, “You don’t have to be scared, okay?”

His green eyes stared into mine and the grip on my hands tightened in a gentle squeeze. The black cross on his knuckles stood out against the pale skin.  "I love you.“

I shook my head in denial. If I allowed myself to believe him now, it’d hurt more later when he was done with me. I had watched him parade his lovers around one too many times and wasn’t willing to suffer the same end as they had. Always pushed away and to the side by him.

"Don’t say that.”

“Oh, I’m going to say it many more times, because it’s true.”

He reached up and gently caressed my cheek. “I love you and I know that you don’t believe that I mean it and that you think I’m just looking for something easy and meaningless, but I’m not.”

“You said you were,” I protested. Wasn’t that the reason why I had laid awake so many nights, thinking about what girl he was with for that night? Because he had said that he wanted to have an easy and no strings attached kind of relationship with someone who didn’t even understand his mind or care for his heart?

“Only because I was certain that I could never have you,” he swore. “When you are all I ever wanted.”

My breath hitched in my throat when he moved closer, both hands resting against my jaw and neck now. His lips looked impossibly soft and inviting and I had to bite my own in order to restrain myself from kissing them. He seemed to feel the undeniable pull between us, too, because his breath was uneven.

“Please,” he muttered, “Please let me.”

A nod from me was all he needed to lean forward and close the distance between us. His lips pressed against my mouth, feeling every curve. He moved them slowly but in a way it felt like he wanted to mesmerize every detail about my mouth. My breathing got irregular and I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding him down and closer to me. A low moan escaped his throat and my entire body froze, but his roaming warm hands eased my tense muscles and soon I melted into him. One hand fisted his hair, the other moved to hold him by his cheek. When I felt him smile and pulling away, my head instantly followed in search for another kiss. The laugh died in his throat when I pressed another needy kiss to his full lips, one that he returned willingly. His hands gripped my hips and he squeezed the bare skin there. When I did finally allow him to break the kiss his face had transformed into an even bigger smile than the one that had graced his features earlier.

“Does that mean you’ll go out with me sometime?” he asked, his voice husky.

My brain still had it’s doubts, but my heart couldn’t be more confident. This man in front of me, this insanely handsome and good person had owned my heart for longer than I cared to think about. He was my best friend and though I didn’t know how we would transform our friendship into a relationship yet, after kissing him all those doubts seemed to have been thrown right out the window.

“I’ll think about it,” I giggled and cuddled myself closer against his chest. He rolled his eyes with a playful huff before connection our lips once more. After kissing some more he moved his head and pressed several pecks down my neck and to my shoulder. 

“I want you to be my boyfriend,” I confessed before I could stop myself. I felt his lips stretch into a smile and my heart squeezed in relief. He squeezed me tightly and nodded. 

“That sounds like something I’d like very much.” 

Thank you so much for reading! I hope you like it and as always, feedback and requests are always very welcome. :) 

anonymous asked:

In your headspace writing of him in the FoodieVerse, do you think Tony is a picky eater or has had to deal with people telling him he is? Just wondering, I've been told it a lot and it has led to a few issues. TOBRU Tony seems to have some teeny food issues but as TOBRU Tony's creator I wanted to check with you.

Well, on the one hand, I don’t particularly headcanon Foodieverse Tony as a picky eater (I’ll get to why in a second) but on the other hand I have ZERO problems with you headcanoning him or interpreting him in that fashion, Anon. If you read him as a picky eater I am a-ok with that :D And in some ways it makes sense, since he’s much more concerned about what tastes good than what is good for you, and Tony in every universe is a sensualist, so he’s pretty focused on flavor over all other considerations. Plus, I mean, I was a picky eater as a kid, so I’m sure my own attitudes carry over somewhat even to people I’m not deliberately writing as picky.

The main reason I’ve never written him that way intentionally is that Steve fills that role in the Foodieverse – especially when he was very young he was harassed a lot for being picky, even a little bit by Bucky. Steve and Bucky arguing about his picky eating is what drew Erskine’s attention to Steve and got him on the path to culinary school; the central fight they were having was that Bucky said “You should eat this more, it tastes fine” and Steve said “No it doesn’t, and no I won’t”. 

The remnant of that, as an adult, is Steve’s habit of licking food before taking a bite, so that if it’s not something he’ll enjoy, he’s ready for it. Steve does not eat as selectively as he did as a kid, because he was trained to ignore his personal reaction in favor of how flavors might combine or conflict, but his pickiness informed his entire philosophy about food, which is that people have the right to enjoy what they eat without judgement about what they aren’t eating, and his job is just to make that delicious food as nourishing as possible. 

I love Steve and Tony both, but Steve is the one usually cast in peoples’ minds as more traditionally heroic, more visibly a superhero, because Tony has more visible issues (workaholic, alcoholic, moral relativist, former war profiteer). So to me making the Big Hero Steve the one with pickiness issues was a way of saying hey look, this isn’t a problem or a personality flaw, it’s just an aspect of who a person is. 

So I have put Steve out there as the designated picky eater of the group – but if you see Tony as a picky eater, get down with yourself, I support you!  

Cassian x Reader, Part 2

Title: Whatever It Takes Part 2 / AO3
Part 1: tumblr
Part 3: tumblr
Length: 9.5k
Rating: Mature for language, sexual content, and mentions of torture.
Summary: Reader struggles to cope in the aftermath of her torture and Cassian tries to understand why she keeps pushing him away. 
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It’s A Secret (Minho x Reader)

Character: Minho

Fandom: Maze Runner

Categories: Reader Insert, Female!Reader

Title: It’s A Secret


Requested by anon:

hi I love your imagines so I was wondering if you could write one with Minho how he is usually sarcastic and such but when he is around y/n he acts all different and all the gladers tease him about it and try to set them up. thanks!!

Requested by newtmybby:

Hey I love your imagines! Could you make one minhoxreader where they really like each other and they flirt each other? And then at the bonfire Minho gets drunk and tells her how he feels?


A/N: I had an idea so changed it up a bit, hope you guys like it! ;)


I froze when I saw Minho walking my way, and I averted my gaze, mortified. It was very hard liking him and being treated like klunk in response. So I just preferred to make myself invisible and maybe then he wouldn’t pick on me.

And because I wasn’t really looking where I was going, I bumped into him. My shoulder collided with his sturdy frame, which made me sore.

“Look where you’re going, Greenie!” Minho told me off, being temperamental and sulky as usual.

Sometimes I did wonder why I liked him when he was that much of a jerk. Maybe I was wrong, maybe he wasn’t like I thought he was and I was idealizing him, thinking he was so great in his own way.

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Intern // Daveed Diggs x Reader

Author’s Note: hEy it’s my first post and lemme just lay down the law: my name is Kat and on this acc, my friend Haylea and I basically are gonna write fanfic on here cause we’re obsessed as h e c k. we don’t really have a defined schedule but we’ll try to post once a week. have a nice day and I hope you enjoy the fic.

Plot: Lin-Manuel is the reader’s cousin and he decides to give her an internship at the Hamilton set in honor of her graduating college. Things aren’t looking so great until Mr.Daveed Diggs bumps into her life.

Word Count: 876 (kinda short oopsies)

Warnings: lil bit of language ;)


Your first day. Nothing could go wrong. WRONG. VERY VERY WRONG. ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING COULD GO WRONG AND IT WILL. You sighed and put your backpack on your shoulders as you walked out of the cafe and to the theater. In order to calm your nerves, this morning’s anxiety-reliever was a large caramel latte with a double espresso. 

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24 Hours with Suga [ Min Yoongi ]

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From the prompt: 

“I thought you didn’t like cats?”

“Way to go, kid.”

“Stop looking at me like that, weirdo.”

A.N : Let me know what you think! Not really proof-read to there may be some mistakes  

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Yoongi scrunched up his nose as he stared down at the black fluff in front of him, his girlfriend standing across the room with her arms crossed, eyes daring him to make a stupid comment on her newly adopted cat. He glanced up at [Y/N], lips pressed into a thin line as he forced himself to smile instead of coming up with unnecessary remark.

“A black cat.”

“What’s its name?” Taehyun sat up from the couch. The rest of their friends paused the game on the TV screen and focused their attention on the small commotion behind them.

“His name is Suga.” [Y/N] proudly beamed, earning loud snickers from the boys. “Well, he reminds me of you.” She shrugged her shoulder when Yoongi sent her a glare.

“He does, hyung.” Jimin nodded his head in agreement, grinning in amusement while the older male grumbled quietly.

“I have to go meet a client and won’t be back until tomorrow, so can you guys please look after him? I have his food and all his stuff in my car.” She explained in a hurry. “I wouldn’t ask you if it wasn’t that urgent.” She added when she looked at her boyfriend’s displeased expression.

“Sure.” Namjoon easily agreed and moved on to approach the cat, stumbling a little in the process.

“Yeah, why not, noona.” Jungkook nodded. “We don’t have anything to do anyway.”

Yoongi didn’t have the heart to tell her no when he saw her bright eyes and felt her lips touched his. One day. It was just one day and he won’t have to deal with this… impostor anymore, he told himself as he walked her out of the house he shared with his best friends.

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So…. Bull rider Keith? 

I was just writing up the next chapter to my fanfic when I just unthinkingly brought up the idea of it… and then I drew it… and now I can’t get it out of my head. So here is my AU”


Lance is a foreign exchange student from Cuba going to Texas… of all places. Not too thrilled to go there instead of somewhere like California with all the babes or whatever, his attention is drawn to the high school solo boy- Keith. Known for his dangerous bull riding. 

His new friends tell him to save his time since Keith never dates anyone and only ever focuses on his bike and bull riding, and since Lance is only there for a short time, he tries to ignore him. 

BUT! Of course I have to have a pining Keith, who can’t help but think the Cuban boy is gorgeous and GODDDDDD It’s Klance. SOMEONE HELP MEEEEEE

And yeah, there we go. I will possibly write this fanfic. Or draw some comic pages for it. Either one…

What Happiness is Really Like

A/N) so I know this took forever and my apologies to the dear anon that requested it. Hi I really liked this prompt and decided to do it. I hope you like it and it lives up to your hopes and dreams.

Summary) a girl with a physical handicap is stuck in a wheelchair for her entire life. Because f this, she doesn’t think anyone will ever truly love her. One boy proves her wrong.

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My hands shook from anticipation. Not from fear. I wasn’t afraid. Not yet. But under the unnerving stares of the other students, I didn’t think it would take long for fear to take over.

Of course they stared. Everyone did. Or they averted their eyes, or stared me only in my eyes, or pretended they didn’t see me at all. I didn’t know if that was better or worse than straight up acknowledging what they saw. I was a witch in a wheelchair. It was their issue if they couldn’t deal with it.

I stared straight ahead as I pushed myself through the crowd in the entrance hall, excited to reach the great hall. I wanted to know who i was; I wanted an identity of my own other than the wheel chair I sat in. This was my time, I told myself. This was my time.

I was broken out of my moment by a crash and the sound of someone falling. All the children in the hall turned to look. On a heap on the floor were four boys, each varying quite noticeably in appearance. A scrawny chestnut haired boy with the buddings of scars dancing on his neck. A boy thick as he was tall, bubbly and talkative, with sandy blonde hair and bright eyes. A boy with pitch black hair and olive skin, glasses askew on his nose. And one that I couldn’t seem to keep my eyes from. His hair was as black as the other boy’s, but his eyes were a shocking grey against the pale shade of his skin. He was pretty, I noticed. I had never noticed anyone like that before.

By the time the professors came in, muttering about how it was too early in the year for this and that they should wait till they were sorted for this behavior so their houses could “feel the impact of their misdeeds,” but the boys just laughed and stood before continuing with the rest of the group to the great hall. My eyes seemed to follow them.

I watched them as they each stepped up to the sorting hat and discovered who they were, and then it was suddenly my turn. The hat was brought to me, to avoid the hassle of maneuvering the chair up the stairs.

And when the hat called out gryffindor, I knew.

Suddenly it was like all the fog had been cleared away. This was the new piece of my identity. Gryffindor. I was a gryffindor.

I grinned excitedly and I rolled to the end of the gryffindor table, parking my chair and looking back up to the hat, where more children were being placed.

In the corner of my eye, I watched him.

The boy was too intriguing not to look at. He was this colorful bouncy thing, with a sensitivity and gorgeousness that was too hard to resist. And even as my life fell into place for the first time, I was looking at him.
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By fifth year, I had a personality. People had gotten used to the chair, other than the fort years that flowed in every year. But they knew better than to mess with a fourth year.

I wasn’t just the chair anymore. Or, at least, I could distract myself from the chair. It was almost like I was a normal person. I was a gryffindor. I was good at defense against the dark arts. I loved the pudding in the great hall. But in the back of my mind, I was still the girl in the wheelchair.

I took my place in potions on a brisk Monday morning in October. The dungeons had more of a stingy cold feeling than they usually did, but the fires of our burners helped chase the chill out.

I had been taking this class all year, sitting behind him.

It was almost an experiment. I studied him the way one would study a lab rat.

But he was anything except a rat. High set cheekbones, grey, dancing eyes, lovely black hair that swept his neck.

I discovered his name was Sirius Black. He was in my year and my house, which I already knew. He was friends with a small group of boys and girls, but he seemed closest with three of them. Their names were James Potter, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew. They were hilarious to watch. Like a comedy show performed live at Hogwarts. Something was always happening with them. Pranks and jokes, and laughter that always seemed to emanate from them.

I still had kept away from them. I was a new person from when I arrived at the school, but I was still the wheelchair girl. And until I could get over my disability and believe that I was someone other than the someone in my chair, it would stay that way. It almost broke my heart. I was separated from someone who didn’t know I existed, but it hurt so much to think about. Like we had this unbreakable bond that he just happened to not be aware of.

By the time potions had begun and Slughorn had started his lecture, I was too busy being enraptured by Sirius to pay attention. He was stealing glances at James while looking back at his notes, as if studying James instead of potions. I tried to take down some notes, more to make it look like I was paying attention, but only ended up doodling.

Doodling the back of his head.

It was, of course, an accident, but it ended up becoming a full blown drawing after a while. I wasn’t what one would call an artist, but drawing him seemed to take my hand away. It was easy, like I had been doing it forever.

The bell rang suddenly, and I was shocked out of my hazy daze. I began to pack my things away, attempting to slide them over the table and onto my lap so I could ride with them there instead of putting them in my bag. But everything came tumbling down.

Muttering curses under my breath, I began to gather all my things up, bending over my chair and scooping things toward me. After I managed to pick up half my things, I noticed the feet standing directly in front of me.

It was like a cheesy movie that I didn’t want to watch, let alone be in.

When my eyes reached the face of Sirius Black, he wasn’t looking at me. He was looking at the paper in his hands, where half of my notes were and where a giant doodle of him was. His lips curled up in one corner before he dropped his hand, meeting his eyes to mine.

“Nice drawing, y/n.”

He placed my things in my lap and walked out the dungeon door.

My heart just about exploded out of my chest. He knew my name. I knew how much I sounded like a star struck teenage girl, but he knew my name. I had never talked to him once in my life and he knew my name.

I raced down the halls, my mind going as fast as the wheels on my chair. I forced myself to be calm and sensible. He probably heard it on the class roster or something. That was it. He didn’t know my name. He just happened to have heard it. My heart slowed a bit.

But the picture.

Oh Merlin, the picture.

How the hell was I supposed to explain that to anyone? He probably told his friends. They probably thought I was a freak.

The bell for our next class rang, and I decided to do something about it.

When lunch rolled around, I took a deep breath and searched for him. He was in his usual place with his friends in the great hall. My hands all but shook as I made m way over to him and tapped his shoulder.

My breath got caught in my chest when his eyes met mine. I choked down my panic.

“Can I talk to you for a second?” I asked timidly, my voice barely above a whisper. But he heard it. He smiled and nodded, before nodding to his friends as if to let them know. They all stared over his shoulder curiously as I turned and quickly hurried away, not even checking to make sure he was following me.

I found a deserted classroom almost immediately. I knew where they all where because I used to eat lunch in the when I was a first and second year to avoid the stares in the great hall.

When I finally turned around, he was looking around the room with interest, and I waited for his to make their way to me. When they finally did, they looked quizzical.

“What color are your eyes?” He asked. I was taken aback, and I stuttered before choking out the color I was looking for. He narrowed his eyes. “Strange. I couldn’t tell. They changed from when you were in the dungeon to now,” he informed me, and I felt my cheeks heat up. Thank Merlin for the lack of light in the room.

“Um, okay,” I muttered, and he looked at me with a slight smirk on his face. I shuddered in a breath. “So I just wanted to apologize-”

“No need!” He cut me off. “I loved the picture. You’re really talented.”

My eyes were wide. “Thanks,” I said in a strangled voice. His smile widened. “Where did you learn to draw like that?” He asked, taking a step closer. I backed away a tiny bit. “I don’t want to keep you from your friends,” I told him. He shook his head. “It’s okay. The see enough of my anyway.”

I didn’t know what to say. He was looking at me expectantly and I was at a complete loss. “My grandpa,” I blurted out finally. It startled us both. Sirius laughed. “Really?”

“Yeah” I said. “He was a wonderful artist, and he taught me a few things before he died.”

That was all it took. That tiny piece of information in his hands, and it was like he was holding my heart. The way he stared at me when I talked, the way he was so intent on catching every word, made me feel so singled out. I usually didn’t like being the center of attention, but he made it so I wasn’t. I was what he was focused on, but the way he focused was the center of attention.

By the time the next class started, he had somehow learned all about my grandparents. I don’t even know how it happened. But talking to him was so easy. It was like breathing.

“Meet me in the courtyard, yeah? We’ll talk more,” he said before rushing out the door without waiting for my reply. I wondered if I’d ever stop getting winded when I talked to him.

The answer, I discovered, was no. Months had passed, conversations had flowed, and Sirius Black still managed to take my breath away.

It was like we had taken turns releasing all of our agitation. I learned about his family, and he learned about my disability. Talking to him made me feel like I was standing there with him instead of sitting in the chair looking up at him.

Per my request, I hadn’t met any of his friends. I was still so unsure of everything, it was like stepping on fresh ice every time I spoke about myself.

But I loved listening to him. Even in the midst of his saddest stories, his eyes would still be alight with a flame of rebellion that just made my heart do things that I didn’t know hearts could do.

And on a warm day in march, I discovered that his might have been doing everything mine was.

We found ourselves in the Gryffindor common room during dinner, and it was vacant if everyone aside from ourselves. We were talking and talking and the we weren’t. A silence fell between us. Not a bad silence. A contemplative silence. He broke it.

“Why didn’t you ever talk to me?”

The question shocked me. I decided to play dumb. “What do you mean?” I asked, my eyes on the flame in the hearth. He chuckled. “You know what I mean.”

I pressed my lips together and looked at him. He was sitting there with an open expression, just waiting to listen to me. “I’m in a chair,” I said lamely. But that was all it took for understanding to flood his features. He pushed off the couch and kneeled in front of me. I didn’t look at him.

“Y/n, can I tell you something?” Sirius asked. I nodded. “You have made your own life very hard because of your insecurities,” he told me. I looked up at him, unsure of how to feel. I knew he was a blunt person, so i decided it wasn’t meant to offend me. I just waited for him to continue.

“I know you see yourself as a chair with a body in it,” he started again. “You are more than that. As much as you don’t allow yourself to believe it.” He stood up and walked around my chair, turning me to face the fire.

“You are brilliant and articulate and talented and beautiful and so so so very important,” he declared, dropping to my level again. I said nothing, but watched him with uncertainty as my face flooded with color. My heart was beginning to conflict with my head. Everything he said, just because he said it, rang as true to my heart. But my head denied it with all of its power. His words went against everything I had every believed about myself. It was like throwing away a religion and grabbing onto a new one. But he was relentless.

“You told me about your life and everything that happened. I know how you’ve been treated in the past. I’ll never be on the level you’re on, but you’ve heard my stories, too, Y/n,” he continued, speaking so fast that his face turned red.

“I know I’ll never be able to force you to believe me. I know you have to find it within yourself to accept how perfect you are. But I’m sick of standing by and waiting.” He pulled my chair closer, and I leaned back as his face came in close mine. I could feel the warmth of his skin, even at his distance. Proof of the fire that never died within him.

I stared unsure into his eyes, but was met with only a fierceness that startled me. I had never seen anyone so passionate about anything. “I’m gonna be here to give you the push you need to accept yourself,” he whispered. He looked at me, and I looked back. I fumbled for something to say.

“How do you do that?” I finally whispered. He cocked an eyebrow in confusion, and from this distance, I could have counted his brow hairs. “What am I doing?”

I sighed gently, lowering my eyes to my lap. “Make it sound so easy to believe,” I told him. Hi fingers grasped my chin and pulled my gaze back to him. Like looking into an open flame. “It should be,” Sirius said. “It should be.”

And suddenly he was moving in. And then his lips brushed mine, and I tried to stifle my gasp. And when he pushed a little more toward me, we collided.

He kissed like he thought. Like he spoke. Like he stared. Passionate. Honest. Heated. All I could do was become absorbed in his flames.

I don’t know how long we stayed there. I only know the voice that stole me away from his lips.

“Bloody hell, mate!”

Sirius broke away slowly, as if reluctant. He turned his gaze to the door, where his friends stood, gaping with surprise. I immediately ducked my head. All I could think was that they must have been shocked to see him with someone like me. I must have ruined him. I must have turned his friends against him.

But his hand folding into mine seemed to send a different message.

“This is Y/N,” he told them. I swore there was pride in his tone, but I convinced myself otherwise. My overthinking came to a sudden halt when he finished what I had thought was a final sentence.

“My girlfriend.”

Eyes wide with disbelief, it was my turn to gape as all eyes turned to him. But he stared only at me. His lips were curled in a hopeful smile. “If she’ll have me,” he finished. I smiled, feeling my cheeks come to life.

“Duh,” I whispered, smirking boomed out laughter. His eyes twinkled with something I had never seen in anyone’s eyes before when they looked at me. I would have to figure out what it was.

“These are the idiots that follow me around,” Sirius explained in a matter-of-fact voice. “Watch it, Black,” James said, tossing a quill at his head. The other boys began to hatter and introduce themselves, and I was suddenly in the middle of that cloud of laughter that seemed to follow them everywhere.

Yes, I would have to figure that emotion out. But now wasn’t the time. I was happy right now, a new but welcome thing. The warmth around me drew my attention. I hoped from then on that I would never lose that warmth again. And, from the look on Sirius’ face, I won’t.
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The answer was love. I never knew it. I had never seen it before. But that’s what it was. I didn’t know it resonated in my eyes as well.
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“If you drop me, you’ll understand pain,” I warned Sirius as he pointed his wand down at me. He rolled his eyes. “When have I ever dropped you?” He demanded. I raised an eyebrow. His face quickly shifted to apologetic sheepishness. “Let’s not dwell on the past, love.” I rolled my eyes.

“Wingardrium Leviosa,” he said. I felt the magic wrap it’s warmth around me and lift me out of the chair. I floated gently over the ground and toward Sirius until he clasped his arms around me and the magic vanished. He held me tight and upright, my feet stepping on top of his.

He smiled. “Shall we dance, m'lady?” I laughed and nodded. “We shall!” With a flourish of a wand, music spilled into the room and carried us away. We danced around the room to a song I don’t remember. But his arms were wrapped around me as he lead me through the room.

“This is good practice,” he told me. “Yeah,” I replied. “And you’re getting better!” Pride lifted his features. “Well, it’ll have to be absolutely perfect for the wedding.”

Butterflies erupted. The wedding. When Sirius proposed I had laughed, believing it was a joke. But I had never loved anyone more than I loved him, and I allowed him to convince me that he was telling the truth. That he wanted to marry me.

And he told me he wanted to dance.

Nerves had quickly accumulated, and I thought I would have to tell him there was no way. But he figured it out. He used the spell on me to bring me to him, and held me as he danced. He learned how to dance with me. And he practiced every day. We would glide around the room to a new song, and though we never matched the tempo, it never mattered.

I stared into his eyes again, jut to watch the flame ignite.

“Oh, for Merlins sake. Stop being all soggy,” James whined as he opened the door to the apartment. Sirius laughed, guiding me back to the chair and sitting me down. Lily, Remus, and Peter followed James in.

“So how are plans?” Peter asked, excitement alight in his face. Sirius grinned. “We booked the place for the ceremony and the reception. Going to be at a fancy park, isn’t that right, love?”

I blushed lightly, still not used to being the center of attention in this group. “Erm, yeah. A place down in Scotland near Hogwarts,” I told them, ducking my head. Lily sighed dreamily. “I wish James had been that romantic,” she joked.

“Ay!” James protested. “I’m romantic!” He declared. Lily gave him a sarcastic smile. “Yes. I believe you, dear.”

“Well, what about the finances? Need any help with the books or anything?” Remus pressed, looking between us for information. “Sit down, mr. Smarty pants. Funds are taken care of. Ish. Enough,” Sirius told him. I tried to hide how untrue that was.

“Well, if you need me to-”

“We got it, Remus,” Sirius insisted. “Relax for once in your OCD life.” Remus smiled and rolled his eyes. “Like I could.”

Lily dove into a conversation about dresses, but I had floated away. I was out of my body and looking down. And what I saw made tears well up in my eyes. I saw a me that danced. A me that smiled. A me that didn’t make me ashamed. And it was all because of him. I unconsciously reached out and grabbed his hand, smiling gently at him. Just to see him smile back.

This was happiness. I finally knew happiness.

Unwanted Advances

Summary: While on their first date since the chaos of the blackout, Usnavi and Vanessa are confronted by another problem. Men on the streets of New York. Vanessa is used to the unwanted attention, and Usnavi can’t understand why guys can’t leave pretty girls alone.

Length: 1019

Warnings: Catcalling, minor swearing, minor violence (like a single punch)

A/N: Requested by the wonderful @rainbowblue13


For their second date, Usnavi had convinced Vanessa that maybe a coffee shop would be a lot safer than going to another club. Especially after what had happened the last time. Vanessa had agreed wholeheartedly, and they soon found themselves in a little hole in the wall coffee shop outside of the barrio, nearer to Vanessa’s new apartment. It was a little strange, Usnavi though. He’d spent so long in the barrio, and only then realized that he really didn’t leave the comfort of the neighborhood that he’d grown up in.

“Hey…earth to ‘Navi. You okay over there?” Vanessa smiled over her drink, resting her elbows on the table. Usnavi blinked and nodded quickly, his cap sitting somewhat lopsided on his head.

“Yup, everything’s just peachy keen.”

“Then how about you actually pay attention to your date instead of staring off into La-La Land.” Usnavi blushed and mumbled an apology, picking up his own coffee and taking a long sip to hide his embarrassment. Vanessa only laughed and shook her head.

“Relax, I’m only teasing.” She said, waving her hand dismissively. “You want to walk around for a bit? I’m sure you’re sick of being cooped up in stores all the time.”

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Overreacting *Stiles Smut*

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

Pairing: Stiles x Reader

Rating: M (Mature

Warning: Smut

 *I hope you guys like it!!! :)*

3 weeks. 3 weeks of stiles completely ignoring his tasks as a boyfriend. 3 weeks of constant bickering. 3 weeks since I’ve had any kind of sexual contact with him and I’m struggling. Currently I’m packing to go to Mexico. A fucking 27-hour drive in a car with Stiles, and the rest of the pack. Normally I wouldn’t be affected by the lack of contact with Stiles but for some reason its eating at me and I’m guessing its bothering him too because he’s been acting like a complete dick.

“(Y/N) can you hurry the fuck up god” I heard him scream from the bottom of the stairs. I fought the urge to make some smart ass comment and continued to show random necessities into my bag. Water, food, gum, condoms (Because you never know), Extra clothes for me and stiles, Hair ties and so on. I ran down stairs once I was done and almost everyone was here except Lydia.

“Fucking Finally, come on we have to go get Lydia.” Stiles grabbed my bag and threw it in the Jeep. Kira gave me a small smile before climbing in the back seat. I sat up front and instantly plugged in my headphones. This was going to be a long ride.

We got to Lydia’s place in less than 10 minutes and stiles practically jumped out of the jeep to open the door for her to get in. Okay Then… After I saw how wide his smile was when he saw her, my brain went into overdrive. Maybe he wasn’t just sexually frustrated, maybe he just genuinely doesn’t have feelings for me anymore, or maybe he’s just bored. So many reasons were running through my mind I actually got a headache. I was so lost in my own world I didn’t even realize we started driving again. My eyes flickered to the rear view mirror and I saw that Malia was already looking at me. She gave me a soft smile, which I kindly returned. I guess she could smell whatever emotion I was feeling. I wonder how Kira does it, it must be so hard to hide what she’s feeling from Scott. My eyes wandered over to Stiles who’s face held a smile. I followed his eyes only to see that he was looking at Lydia. Oh what a surprise.

Deep down I know Lydia wouldn’t do anything to hurt me, and neither would Stiles. I was never one to get jealous. I always understood that Stiles had multiple female friends and it never bothered me. Mostly because I was the one he was sleeping next to at night. But my insecurities were setting in and I was gnawing at my bottom lip as I processed, or tried to process all of these ideas running through my head. Did I push him away? Was he not happy with me? What did I do? I must’ve done something. Did he realize something in the past few weeks? Did his feelings for Lydia never leave? Stiles reassured me multiple times that he still loved Lydia but not the way he loved me. He cared for her but that was it. It was different now. My chest started feeling heavy and there was a familiar ache in my heart. An ache I never wanted to feel again. The worst part is I know I’m probably overreacting but I can’t help it. I’m a “Spaz” and I read too much into every situation. Once I start I can’t stop. A hand on my shoulder Is what brought me out of my thoughts. I glanced at it hoping it was Stiles but I was wrong.

“Yeah Liam?” My voice came out softer than I expected, I sounded so fragile it made me cringe. Scotts eyes snapped over to me. “You okay (Y/N)?” his face held genuine concern. But he was always concerned about everything. Scott honestly had a heart of gold and we needed more people like him in the world.  I coughed and nodded. “Yeah I’m good, what did you need Liam?” He looked at me nervously and if I’m honest it made me nervous. What the hell did this kid want? “Don’t kill me, but I’m thirsty” I looked at him for a couple of seconds before I started laughing. Like full on laughing, “You looked so scared because you wanted some of my water? Really?” He smiled shyly and I reached into my backpack pulling out a bottle. “There you can have it, I have plenty” He smiled and took it from my hands. I focused on the outside again with a small smile on my face. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel any better.

Another hour or two and everyone was asleep, Kira was cuddled up under Scott and if I’m honest it made my heart swell. They were too cute. Liam had his head on Malia’s shoulder and Lydia had her head against the window. Even though Stiles barely uttered two words to me this entire ride I fought to stay awake so he wouldn’t feel lonely. It was a long drive and he was the only one driving, I felt bad for him.

“You look tired; you can go to sleep if you want.” I tore my eyes away from my phone and looked up at the boy I hold so close to my heart. “No, no I’m good. I’ll stay up” I managed to get out without making a fool of myself. He chuckled and placed his hand on my thigh, giving it a light squeeze. A wave of emotions ran through me, lust being one of them. I shook them off and reached down grabbing the bag of kisses I brought. Carefully I peeled off the wrapping and popped it in my mouth.

“You feel like sharing?” Stiles asked and I nodded a little to eagerly. I unwrapped one for him and held it up to his lips. He could have just opened his mouth and let me drop it in but no he wraps his lips around my fingers and slowly takes the piece of chocolate into his mouth. Another rush of heat ran through my body and I found myself squeezing my thighs together. What was he doing? Two seconds ago he was all heart eyes over Lydia and now he has his hand on my thigh and is sucking my fingers. Yet again I chose to ignore the feelings and focus on something other than him.

“You’ve been waiting 3 weeks for this (Y/N), are you really going to fight it now?” He whispered, letting his grip on my thigh tighten. I bit my lip and focused my attention outside of the window. “I’ve been a dick ya know? I haven’t been paying proper attention to my girl” My heart doubled in size when he said my girl. “Do you know how hard it is? To have the most beautiful woman on the planet and not be able to satisfy her when she needs it? These last few weeks have been complete hell.” I whimpered softly and relaxed a bit in my seat. “I try so hard to be rude to her, because if I’m not it’s so much harder to keep my hands off her.” His hand slid up my thigh and I praised myself for wearing a dress. “I try to focus on other girls you know? No one can make me feel the way she does, so if I focus on other girls it helps me fight the urge to take her somewhere private and fuck her until she can’t walk.” His voice was low and raspy, I found myself involuntarily spreading my legs apart slightly.

“Stiles…” I whimpered “The pack is right there” He completely ignored my remark and rubbed circles on my inner thigh. He kept inching closer and closer to where I needed him most. “She whimpers my name just like that, when I have her all hot and bothered under me. God I miss having her writhing under me. I miss hearing her moan my name, that by itself can send me over the edge.” Slowly he pushed my panties aside and slid two fingers up and down my slit. I gripped his forearm and bit down on my lip to contain my moans. Part of me is alert because someone could wake up at any time and catch us, and part of me doesn’t care because it’s been so long. “Fuck you’re so wet for me baby” He groaned as he continues rubbing circles on my clit. “I haven’t seen my girl cum in so long, her cheeks get this pink tint to them, and her lips are swollen from all of the kissing and biting. Her hair is all over the place but it makes her look even more sexy. If that was possible. Her eyes flutter close and her mouth forms an “o” shape while she moans out my name and claws at my back. And sometimes when it’s too much for her she’ll bite down on my shoulder and it’s the hottest thing ever. I don’t think I’ve ever told her this but I love waking up and seeing all the marks she left on me.” I’ve never heard him talk this this, and if I’m honest it the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard. He slips his middle and ring finger inside of me, pumping them slowly as his thumb circles my clit. “Fuck Stiles… Like that” I moaned out, clamping my hand over my mouth and looking around frantically in case I woke someone up. His eyes stayed on the road the whole time but his lips formed a smirk. “I could make her cum with just my hands, but I think she likes my mouth the most. That’s definitely my favorite part. I haven’t tasted her in so long. It’s gonna be the first thing I do when I get back from Mexico.” I whimpered again and grinded against his fingers. “Promise?” I whispered breathlessly. He tore his eyes away from the road and looked at me. “I promise baby”

His fingers moved faster inside of me and I felt myself going over the edge. He pressed down slightly harder on my clit. He was prolonging my orgasm and I don’t know if I was happy or annoyed about it. “She likes when I do this” He curled his fingers inside of me before pulling them out and slamming them back in. I was a mess in the front seat and there’s no doubt that the care would stink of sex. Even though we actually didn’t have any. “You like that baby? You like when I finger fuck you in a car full of people?” a soft mewl left my mouth and I nodded “You like the fact that I’m gonna make you cum when our best friends are right there?” I was at a loss for words as he pumped his fingers faster and curled them inside of me.

It wasn’t long before I clenched around his fingers and came undone. He slowly pumped his fingers in and out of me as I rode out my high. When I calmed down he pulled his fingers from between my thighs and I watched in awe as he sucked them clean. I leaned back in my seat, panting and fixing my dress. Stiles placed his hand back on my knee and I smiled softly. I tied my hair up and took his hand into my lap, playing with his fingers. The fingers that made me feel so good just a few moments ago.  I brought his hand up to my lips and left soft kisses all over his knuckles. It was a small gesture but it was something he loved. My eyes travelled down to the obvious bulge that formed in his khakis and I bit my lip. Dropping his hand, I unbuckled my seatbelt and leaned over the console.

“Babe what are- “He let out a soft moan as my lips attached onto his neck. “Shhhh baby, you’re gonna wake them up”

“Yeah it’s a little too late for that” I froze, Stiles froze, the entire world froze when we heard Scott talk. I fell back into my seat so fast and Stiles chuckled. “How long were you awake bro?” He asked “I woke up as soon as she leaned over to you” oh thank god, Scott didn’t witness any of our previous actions.

“I’m glad you two are back to normal dude, It’s been crazy for a while and it looked like it was really taking a toll on you guys” Scott said.

“Oh you have no idea” Stiles looked over and winked at me, causing a smile to break out onto my face. Everyone soon woke up and the rest of the drive was filled with laughter and planning. I for one couldn’t get my mind off what happened while they were asleep, and I was looking forward to returning the favor.

All I know now is, I seriously need to stop overreacting.