why can i never fall asleep

Stress Reliever-Ashton Irwin Smut

Could you do an Ashton smut where you baby sit his kids because he’s so stressed? Business man and wife left him. So of course he needs a stress reliever. And that’s (y/n). She’s a bad bitch😉👏🏻

Hey I’m so sorry this has taken me months to write. I’ve been super busy with school and I’ve honestly also been procrastinating. I hope this is what you were looking for and thanks so much for being my first request.

And please remember that I am open for requests if you have any, just don’t expect them to come out right away.


You couldn’t resist the adorable five year old child in front of you. The way her small lips would turn into a pout and her head would tilt slightly to the left made it practically impossible to say no to another serving of ice cream. You were weak, and she knew it too.

She clapped her hands and beamed up at you. Despite the pit in your stomach telling you not to give the adorable devil another serving, you reluctantly handed her another bowl, slightly smaller than the last, filled with chocolate ice cream.

As she scarfed down her second dessert, you checked your phone to see if her father, Ashton had texted you. You had immediately volunteered to babysit his daughter after his job started picking up it’s pace.

He was childhood friends with your older brother so when he complained to your brother about needing a part-time nanny, you actually raised your hand like a school girl. Not only did you love spending time with Ellie, you also needed money for food, being a junior in college.

Although Ashton had a beautiful child and a decent job, you always felt bad for him because he had to grow up faster than anyone you knew. Getting a girl pregnant at age eighteen takes a toll on people. Especially when the girl you impregnate leaves you with a two week year-old baby because she “couldn’t handle being responsible for another human being.”

“I’m tired,” Ellie whined, reaching her hands up to rub her eyes. You quickly snapped out of your daze and picked her up.

“Bed time story?” you asked the sleepy toddler. She nodded quickly which made you smile at her eagerness.

Just as her eyes closed you let out a sigh and had just started cleaning up the mess she had made the past few hours when you heard the front door close from within the apartment.

You walked out into the living room to see Ashton looking down at the bills strewn across the kitchen table. “Hey Ash, I just put her to bed.”

A light smile grazed his lips. “Thanks, (Y/n).”

With the small smile on his face you recalled just how attractive he was. His sandy brown hair was long, but still a reasonable length and his light green eyes were always warm. You hadn’t told anyone this, except for your best friend back in high school, but you had always found him attractive.

“Do you want to stay and watch a bit of TV for a little but because I technically said I wouldn’t be home for another thirty minutes. O-or if you have to go that’s fine too,” his face grew slightly red.

You laughed, “Yeah sure. How was work?” you asked, moving to sit crisscross on his couch. 

He sat down close to you and sighed, “Actually insane. I feel like I’m in high school all over again. Whatever papers that they give me to complete, they just seem to go unused. It’s like the busy work Mr. Greene would give us. Did you have Mr. Greene?”

You nodded as he grabbed the remote for the television. “Of course. I don’t remember anything from his class because his voice would just put me to sleep,” you both laughed.

“Exactly. That’s like every meeting that I am forced to go to. My boss is practically Mr. Greene and I can never focus because his voice makes me want to fall asleep.”

Deciding to be bold, you placed your hand on his knee and rubbed it soothingly, “Why don’t you just quit? You’re obviously not enjoying it.”

He didn’t seem fazed so you moved your hand up a little further, “Because I need the money. It’s the best job that offers no college experience required.”

Your hand was now slowly caressing his mid-thigh over the pants to his suit. “W-what are you doing?” he asked suddenly, looking down at your hand.

You shrugged and brought your hand up a little higher, “You just seem so stressed and I thought I could maybe help you a little.”

His breath got caught in his throat, “Y-yeah?”

Slowly nodding, you brought you hand on his quickly growing bulge. “Yeah.”

With just the slightest of touches, he quickly inhaled and closed his eyes.

Because he wasn’t denying you, you applied pressure to the tent in his pants which made him groan. 

Slowly, you reached for his zipper and tugged it down achingly slow. “Is this okay?” you asked.

“Yes, fuck, yeah,” he whimpered when you palmed him over his boxers.

A small smile stretched across your face as you crawled off of the couch and lowered yourself between his legs.

He visibly gulped, “W-what about your brother?”

While you pulled down his boxers you kept eye contact with him and shrugged, “What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.”

When his almost fully-erect member was released from its confines, he let out a long breath of air. Without hesitation, you gripped him and slowly tugged upward until he was a moaning mess. “I should come home stressed more often,” he laughed, shakily.

You bit your lip and looked back up at him to see he was staring down at you with hooded eyes. Boldly, you licked a long stripe up the underside of his cock which caused his eyes to roll back. “Oh shit. Baby, your tongue feels so good,” he whimpered.

Just the sight of him, hair matted, crisp, white shirt with only a few buttons still buttoned, made you wet.

You latched your lips around his tip and wasted no time before sinking your head all the way down his length. He wasn’t the longest you had ever had, but he was definitely the thickest.

His mouth widened considerably at the sight of his member down your throat. “You’re so hot when you suck my cock.”

You moaned at his words, the awkward Ashton now completely gone. The vibrations from your moan caused him to buck his hips. When your throat clenched around him he let out an exasperated grunt.

“I’m so close, fuck!” he moaned when he hit the back of your throat again. “I want to be inside you. Please,” he begged, tugging on your hair to pull you up.

“Are you sure?” you asked, surprised that he wanted more than just a blowjob. He nodded frantically and you stood up and walked towards his room. It took him a second to understand what your were doing, but he was soon on your heels.

Once you and Ashton entered his room, you hastily discarded your shirt and leggings. “Lie down,” you demanded.

He obeyed immediately and climbed onto his bed, only wearing his shirt. Your legs quivered at the sight of his member sticking straight up.

When he noticed you looking, a cocky smile spread across his face. “Enjoying the view?”

You rolled your eyes and tugged down your underwear, “Shut up, Irwin.”

His eyes widened when you moved to straddle him, “What’s wrong? Do you not want to?”

His head shook quickly, “No, I want to. It’s just, I haven’t been intimate with anyone since…” he trailed off.

“Since Ellie came?” He nodded. You leaned down and kissed his lips slowly. “Want me to be slow?”

“Fuck no,” he whined before lining up with your entrance so you could sink down.

Your mouth widened at his width. “Ash,” you moaned. You felt him sit up and lean against the bed frame.

“You feel so good, (Y/n),” he whispered, moving his hands to unbuckle your bra. He hummed when your boobs spilled out of their confines.

Slowly, you raised from his shaft and then quickly sunk back down. “Oh my god,” Ashton whimpered.

You started to grind on his cock, earning more moans from the two of you combined until he forcefully gripped your hips and continuously pulled you down on him.

“Ashton!” you yelled, forgetting about the five year-old not too far away.

He could hardly form a coherent sentence and mostly released loud moans and groans of pleasure.

“You’re so thick, Ash.”

He hummed at the feeling of your chests pressed together. “You’re so fucking tight, Jesus.”

“Are you close?” he asked, bringing a hand down to rub figure eights against your clit.

You clenched around him and nodded, “Yes.”

“I could fuck you all day,” he said, bringing his other hand to slap your ass.

Your mouth dropped as that sent you over the edge. You screamed his name repeatedly as the knot inside your stomach burst.

He continued to move your hips until he came in four, hot spurts.

When you had both settled down, he stopped your motion and rested his head in the crook of your neck, placing a few kisses in his wake.

“What does this mean?” you asked him, feeling a little guilty for fucking up your friendship because you knew that after the sex you had just had, you wouldn’t want to remain just friends.

He moved his head to look you in the eyes, “What do you want this to mean?” he asked.

You thought for a minute before responding, “I want this to not be a one-time thing.”

He smiled, “Thank god, I was hoping you’d say that.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, I just don’t know what to tell your brother when he comes over in a couple minutes to see his baby sister naked, and still on my cock.”


Would ya’ll possibly want a part two or nah?

anonymous asked:

aah I really like your recent seventeen neighbour au! can you do that for the rest of the members too? if that's too much then just wonwoo, soonyoung, and seungcheol. Thank you! <3

joshua, mingyu & seungkwan can be found (here) ~

Wonwoo

  • relatively keeps to himself, is the kind of mysterious neighbor that no one really knows much about 
  • sometimes kids are afraid of him because he has a really deadpan expression so the moms are always like “wonwoo-ah ,,,,, please smile? it’s so nice out!!”
  • but he ends up just getting embarrassed and then asking mingyu when they hangout at a cafe like “kids never let me pat their heads,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,am i scary?”
  • and mingyu is like uh WELL,,,,,,,,,,,,
  • but in reality wonwoo is a sweethearted angel. like he picks up litter if he sees it around the apartment building and always offers to hold groceries for any of the elder neighbors 
  • also he always gets cutely startled when another neighbor’s dog comes over to him and sniffs him or barks in greeting and he’s like !!!!! usually ends up dropping whatever he’s holding
  • and he looks down at the little like ??? pomeranian and is like “so,,,,,scary,,,,”
  • and the owner is like omg,,,,,,,,,,,no they’re not scary they’re cute do you wanna pet them??? and wonwoo is like NO ,,, no ,,,,thank you i gtg
  • his apartment is really clean and well kept,,,,,,he has this vintage looking record player and collects mostly older jazz stuff that’s soothing and sometimes even a lil sad
  • when his friends come over they’re always like “dude,,,,,,,do you have any records from like pop groups???” and wonwoo just blinks and is like “why would i have that,,,,,,i listen to records before i sleep i don’t think i could fall asleep to snsd’s ‘party’,,,,,,”
  • he’s also a big fan of blankets and has them everywhere so he can fall asleep anywhere he pleases: the living room, the bedroom, the goddamn kitchen -
  • doesn’t really decorate his walls but has a photo of parents and brother in the hallway and every morning he waves goodbye to it before he leaves,,,,,it’s cute
  • and you have seen wonwoo before, mostly in passing. he never really looks up from his phone or book so it’s more like passing a ghost than anything
  • until one day you’re both on the floor at the same time and as you unlock your door, you take a step in until you look back and see that,,,,,,,,,,,
  • wonwoo is staring at his door and you’re like ?????? what’s he doing
  • and then you see him literally fall forward with his forehead against the door and you’re like IS HE OK and you’re hesitant but you call out like “everything alright???”
  • and wonwoo turns his head and he’s like ,,,,,,, “i don’t have my keys,,,,,,,im locked out.”
  • and you’re like ,,,,,,did you,,,,,,,forget them inside??? and he nods,,,,shamefully looking at the floor and you’re like oh,,,,,unsure of what to do
  • but then you hear it. a growl. 
  • a stomach growl
  • and you can’t help but laugh and wonwoo puts a hand shyly over his shirt and he’s like “e-excuse me,,,” but you’re like “if you’re hungry you can come over, im just making ramen tonight so?” 
  • and wonwoo is shy, he’d usually probably decline because he doesn’t want to bother you but then he hears his stomach growl again and he knows mingyu (who has a spare to his apartment) is gonna take like 2 hours to get here
  • so he nods and you grin, telling him not to be shy and come over.
  • and once you’re inside, wonwoo sitting awkwardly at your kitchen table you’re like “so,,,,,while the water is boiling - tell me about yourself.”
  • and wonwoo is like “there’s not much,,,,,” and he tells you that he has a brother, he likes to listen to music, write lyrics sometimes,,,,,and he’s kinda like “im sorry im boring” and you’re like no not at all and once the ramen is done you guys keep like talking
  • and wonwoo is a little reserved, obviously you guys are strangers basically, but you keep listening with enthusiasm and you smile when he attempts a joke and ask him more about himself
  • and unlike most people you’re not,,,,,,,making some comment about how he looks angry or tired. you’re just,,,,,,,genuinely listening and it’s been a long time since wonwoo has met someone new who didn’t right away seem judgmental of how kind of simple he is about most things
  • and once he realizes that mingyu is calling him to let him know he’s here, wonwoo is kind of upset that he has to leave the conversation,,,,,
  • but you tell him that it was nice talking and he thanks you for the food and when he meets mingyu out in the hall
  • mingyu is like nudging wonwoo and he’s like “that neighbor you were with - they’re cute.” and wonwoo is like “oh,,,,yeah they are,,,,,and they’re nice,,,”
  • and mingyu’s like wiggling his eyebrows and he’s like “did you just call someone nice,,,,,,,,,hmmmmmm i thought you weren’t a people person,,,,”
  • and wonwoo is like GIVE me the spare keys mingyu
  • and mingyu is like “go ask the neighbor on a date and i will.” and wonwoo is like m I NG Yu,,,,,,,but mingyu won’t let up because he’s like c’mon i know you think they’re cute 
  • so when you hear a knock on your door and open it, wonwoo is biting his lip but he’s also like “not,,,,not to be weird but are you free this weekend? i just want to get to know you more so we can get coffee,,,,,,,if this isn’t awkward,,,,”
  • and you’re like oh,,,,,,,,you’re flattered and you’re like sure!!! and wonwoo is like ,,,,,,,,well in shock because you agreed but also blushing because wow,,,,,,,he actually got a date with you,,,,,,
  • and you exchange a time and place and you smile before closing the door and wonwoo swears his heart beats a bit faster
  • but then he hears mingyu’s voice like GET IT BRO and wonwoo is like “give me the spare this time or eLSE-”

Hoshi

  • always running out of his apartment because he seemingly is late no matter what???
  • like no matter how many alarm clocks he sets,,,,,,he leaves his house juggling his keys, his bus pass, his jacket, his water ,,,,,, and his hair looks like it has never seen a brush in it’s life
  • he always ends up forgetting something too. usually it’s literally he forget to lock the door to his apartment 
  • but this is his charm!!!! all the older people are like “he’s such a youthful young boy full of energy!” and all the kids think he’s super cool because he dances and does taekwondo 
  • and also hoshi has this bad habit of listening to music way too loud in his headphones so if you’re on the elevator with him you’re sure to be hearing shinee’s 1of1 album blasting through the small space 
  • and speaking of shinee, hoshi looks up to them so much he has their poster up on his wall. well he has a lot of stuff on his wall from the medals he’s won in taekwondo, to bizarre polaroid photos of seokmin and minghao, to autographs he’s gotten from famous choreographers he’s met
  • and his wall is a mess, so is his floor and bed. like there’s training clothes everywhere and his bed is never made and the only saving grace is the can of febreeze he got from mingyu as a gift on secret santa 
  • his refrigerator is just big bottles of water and frozen sushi he got from the grocery store and like no one understands what in the world he’s living off??? maybe he’s running off energy from the sun??? who knows
  • and you know hoshi, it’s impossible not to with his crazy bedhead and his singing outloud to ‘sherlock’ habit
  • and you guys are friends, not like super close but you know enough to talk in the hall and one day as you’re talking you mention you just beat your highscore in ‘just dance’ on this song by usher
  • and hoshi’s like “that’s your highest score? i could crush you if that’s your best.” and you’re like OH WANNA BET 
  • and hoshi is like hell yeah i wanna bet come over and ill show you how a pro does it
  • and so you end up sitting on his couch (which he had to clean, there were chip bags and notebooks on it) watching hoshi turn on his wii and before starting the game he turns around to give you a grin and you’re like PFFT you’ll never beat my score
  • but ,,,,,,,,,,you are wrong. he beats your score. that and also,,,,,,you’ve never seen such a good dancer in your life
  • BUT ARE YOU GONNA ADMIT THAT ? NO WE DON’T LOSE IN THIS HOUSE
  • so you get up there and you bust out everything you have and hoshi is like OOOOOOO you look serious,,,,but it won’t be enOUGh
  • and by the end of it you’re huffing and puffing but,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,YOU GET A HIGHER SCORE
  • and you’re like AYEEEEE I WON GIVE ME THOSE 50 BUCKS WE BET
  • and hoshi is staring at the TV with his jaw on the floor but then he’s smiling and he’s like “you’re so cool!!!!!!!! you actually beat me!!!!!” and he high-fives you because tbh he’s competitive but like,,,,,,,he’s also a sweet guy
  • and you’re like ohg;ldskgfh,,,,,i did,,,,,,,,,,,,,
  • and hoshi is like “i don’t have fifty bucks on me, but i do have enough to take you out to dinner? it’ll be japanese take out though,,,,,” and you’re like LOL that’s fine. free food = good prize
  • and hoshi like offers out his hand and he’s like “shall i escort you to the five star restaurant than?” and he’s got this mock british accent but you’re laughing and you take his hand 
  • and you only blush when you realize that you guys are still holding hands as you leave the building and go up the street,,,,,,,,,,,,
  • and maybe you blush even more when hoshi is like “doesn’t this kinda feel like a first date?” right in front of the cashier at the takeout place and you’re like SHUT
  • but he’s just grinning and you’re like,,,,,,,what is going on
  • and hoshi is like “i figured just dinner isn’t enough so, ill add another thing to your prize.” and you’re like what is it??” 
  • and then he like pokes his cheek and is like “this date with me~~~~” and you’re like never do aegyo again but omg you’re cute,,,,,,,

Seungcheol 

  • casanova of your apartment building 
  • winks and uses the same “you look like a flower every time i see you, but this time - you’re in full bloom~” line on everyone,,,,,,,,,and when i mean everyone i M E A N E V E R y o n E
  • even the dogs that live in the building ,,,, like there’s a lady with a little chihuahua on the second floor and after telling the lady she looks ten years younger than before, seungcheol like calls the dog a beauty and wow is that dog blushing?????? probably 
  • he’s kind of a really popular guy,,,,like to the point that people will wait outside your building and be like “does seungcheol really live here??? i heard he’s so handsome you can’t look him straight in the eyes,,,,,,,”
  • but in reality,,,,,, his apartment is just the most least romantic thing ever LOL
  • like there’s just sports equipment, sports magazines, and empty water bottles everywhere ,,,,,,, and his laundry pile is so big it’s threatening to fall over,,,,,,, and like the only thing he has for decoration in his whole apartment is like a picture frame he got as a housewarming gift from seungkwan but ,,,,,, there’s no picture in it
  • and like he’s lucky because he has a balcony he can go out onto but on it is his bike that takes up half the space and dying plants he never takes care of
  • and he’s so,,,,,,,like well-kept when he leaves the house but then he comes home and throws everything off and like literally rolls into bed or plays video games in just his sweatpants
  • and you know more than anyone else how the ‘suave and cool’ seungcheol really is because you’ve been friends since before you were neighbors
  • and you’re always over at his place sitting on his balcony and just talking (mostly gossiping because seungcheol actually has a LOT to say and the view from the balcony is nice)
  • and sometimes you come over and trip over like a jumprope he left on the floor and the only reason those plants on his balcony are not DEAD but definitely close is because you water them when you drop by LOL
  • and seungcheol tries to bribe you to do his laundry but you flick his forehead and you’re like “no. im not your maid. get joshua to do it.”
  • and one day you come over and you’re like ,,,,,, seungcheol your apartment is negative ten degrees” and seungcheol
  • who is sitting on his couch in a literal down coat is like “yeah i forgot to pay the heating bill.”
  • and you’re like OH MY GOD but you’re also like get up loser you can spend the night at my place and not die here like a human icicle 
  • and seungcheol is like like i love you you’re my everything my SAVIOR
  • and you’re like SAVE IT DO NOT GREASE ME
  • so seungcheol ends up in your living room on your couch instead and you’re like ok goodnight and seungcheol is like “hEY,,,,,since im here let’s watch a scary movie or something” and you’re like dude we’re not kids this isn’t a sleepover your dumb butt literally didn’t pay- and seungcheol is like fine fine you’re scared I GET IT
  • and you pause because exCUSE me who did you call scared???? move over
  • and you plop down next to him and pick the scariest movie you can find and you’re like “first one to scream is a big loser - ok?” and seungcheol is like “when in my life have i ever screamed? you’re on”
  • but halfway through,,,,like you aren’t even paying attention because you’re sitting under the same blanket as seungcheol and like his arm is practically around your waist and your thighs are touching and he’s really big and warm
  • and you’re tired,,,,,,you had a long day and before you know it you’re knocked out. like what movie? what bet? ZZZZ time
  • and seungcheol notices, and he’s like oh they’re asleep,,,,,he should move so you can lay down
  • but as he’s watching your face illuminated only by the light of the TV like ,,,,,, seungcheol notices finally just how nice your features are
  • and you two have been friends for like ever,,,,, but he’s never quite looked at you and taken it all in,,,,,,,,and somehow now that he is
  • seungcheol is like ,,,,,, oh god ,,,,,,,, you’re cute
  • and not only that???? you literally have saved his ass so many times from bringing him actual food when he forgot to grocery shop, to helping him get hotpacks when he pulled his shoulder, to now,,,,,,when he found himself freezing in his own apartment like YOU saved him
  • and leaning down he brushes some hair from your face and he’s like,,,,, you know what im not gonna move
  • and instead moves a bit so your head falls on his shoulder more comfortably and he moves the blanket off himself so it’s covering all of you
  • and he falls asleep too,,,,,,,,,with the movie still playing
  • and in the morning you open your eyes and you’re like wow my mattress is so warm but broad and oooo it’s moving
  • but then you look down and oh hey there seungch- WHAT
  • and you want to jump up and be like WHAT IS GOING ON but seungcheol lazily opens one eye and is like “go back to sleep,,,,,,,”
  • and for some reason nothing feels wrong about this,,,it’s surprising but not wrong,,,,,,,,
  • so you just shrug and go back to sleep as you feel seungcheols arms wrap tighter around you
  • and oh my god isn’t the best friends to lovers cliche amazing,,,,,,it really is hehe 

isakbaby  asked:

do you have any fav troyson hcs? i love your troyson art (all ur art tbh) so much n so i wanted to know what you think of the characters together n all that jazz

[clenches fist] 

My favorite Troyson hcs totally seeped into my ocs,but!!

  • I like to Imagine Troy was 19 when Kent was 18; He was drafted maybe a year before Kent, so when the rest of the Aces are all Big N Gruff and kinda mean to Kent (waaay before Kent was their captain), I think he was Kent’s First Friend in the team! 
  • MmmMmmmm I also think Troy is Big and Tall?? Not Tater tall, but like, Taller Than Jack. 
  • One time, Kent and the rest of the team were hanging out and Jack was on ESPN and Kent was so distraught he had to excuse himself, and he was out in the yard having really bad Flashbacks, Troy followed him and asked him what was Up, and Kent just. Totally freaked out and told him Everything. 
  • I know some people might Scoff but Ngozi said Kent was kind of the Quiet and Modest type, and he flirts like a Nerd, so he was all, trying to be a wingman for Troy, approaches a girl at a bar, uses his thumb to point at Troy, and Troy was all, under his breath “PARSER!!!!!! NO!!!!! STOP!!!!!!!” Before Kent sticks out his tongue, and he’s all “my friend thinks you’re cute!” and Kent would look Sincere and Adorable, the girl would just end up laughing and kissing his cheek before going away
  • SO TROY IS REAALLY BAD WITH GAMES. ANY FORM OF GAME THAT ISN’T HOCKEY, HE’S BAD AT. One time he was playing Mario Kart with Kent, and he?? He kept winning? And he was all “IN YO’ FACE PARSER!!” And Kent would roll his eyes like, okay, okay. 
  • BUT THEN. CHICKENFISH GUY WOULD COME OVER, AND TROY WAS GETTING SOME ORANGE JUICE WHEN HE’D SUDDENLY HEAR LOUD, RUSSIAN CURSING?? And he’d see Kent smiling smugly as he totally Demolishes Chickenfish guy at Mario Kart
  • What I’m trying to say is, Kent lets Troy win at video games because the Big Oaf looks so cute when he’s happy. 
  • TROY LIKES THE BEACH!! Some of the aces are all Old and Grumpy and Troy and Kent bury them in the sand when they fall asleep during their Tanning Session
  • You can pry Sephardi Troy from my Cold, Withered Fingers….

Kent: NO STOP PLEASE
Troy: *sprinkles a pizza with pineapple chunks*
Kent: *warbled yodels of pain*

Kent: *bottlefeeding Kit*
Kent: take a fucking sip, babes
Troy: *slowly turning to him* Do you realise, this is why you’ll never bear any of my babies?
Kent: Good.
Kent: I don’t need you to father anyone from me. 


  • I honestly have no idea how they end up dating. But the Aces have No idea, like they’ll know Kent is seeing someone, and Troy is seeing someone, but they won’t know they’re with each other. Like an Aces Rookie would see Kent Smooching Troy while Troy was carrying their lunch, and he’d be all “CAPTAIN I RESPECTED YOU, BUT NOW YOU’RE CHEATING ON YOUR SIGNIFICANT OTHER HOW COULD YOU.” And Kent is all “What I have Never Cheated what are you talking about” 

Kent: I don’t like Garlic Bread
Troy: *audible pain*
Troy: you were my brother, Anakin
Troy: I loved you.

Troy: Since When Did Britney Spears and Miley Cyrus Sound This Good? 
Troy: *catches Kent’s foot tapping along to the beat of Lucky*
Troy: Ah.

Clony Smut Headcanons

Request: Love your blog!!! Can you some smut headcanons for clony? Pretty please *puppy eyes*

  • Clay scratches at Tony’s tattoos. 
  • “I paid $800 to get that put on my body, don’t you dare do anything to make them fade faster”
  • Tony leaves hickeys all over Clay’s neck
  • “Dude my parents are gonna freak out if they see this!” “Stay here then.”
  • Clay gets a giant hickey on his collar bone and tells his parents it was a “bike accident. 
  • “Are you sure, honey? I’ve never seen someone get a bruise on their collar bone before.”
  • Tony puts a towel down in the back seat of the mustang before they get it on because he wants to keep a clean car. 
  • Clay is a grabber and can never keep his hands off Tony’s ass
  • “Clay I always top.” “Not with that ass you won’t.” 
  • Clay could get off just by hearing Tony speak in Spanish.
  • Clay always grabs at Tony’s hair, especially when there’s no product in it. 
  • Tony has to install a second lock on his door because his brothers have caught them not once but 5 times
  • Tony always cleans Clay up afterward
  • Clay falls asleep on Tony’s chest

“Instagram frightens me,” Bucky said, frowning at the screen on his phone.

Steve peeked at it as he passed by, then took a step backward to give it a good, long look. “…Why are they talking about our pecs like that?”

Natasha perked up from playing on her own phone. “How are they talking about your pecs?”

“Look what you’ve done,” Bucky hissed at the blond, hurriedly pulling his phone to his chest protectively.

Steve shrugged and held hands up helplessly. “Sorry.”

Natasha had already pulled his Instagram up on her phone. “You accepted my request, idiot.”

“Show me how to delete her, Steve,” Bucky ordered, shoving his phone at him.

“Too late–Oh my God.” She began laughing, and it had just an edge of meanness to it. “You guys actually thought posting a picture after one of your runs while your white shirts were saturated with your sweat was a good idea?!” Natasha actually began rocking side to side in her seat, cackling. “I’m dying–oh my God someone help-!”

Bruce walked into the living room and frowned when he saw her laughing. “What happened? Did an enemy meet a hilariously gruesome end?”

“They’re talking about Steve and Bucky’s tits!” Natasha shrieked, and finally rolled off the love seat, she was laughing so hard.

Bruce looked at her a long moment before he said, “Okay.” Then he turned on his heel and left.

Natasha was still laughing, so Steve and Bucky left too, before they had to listen to her tell someone else about how their fans were talking about their chests.


Unfortunately, for the next three days, Natasha burst out laughing every time she saw them, and soon the rest of the team knew about it. Apparently no one actually looked at the comments on their posts anymore since they could only handle so many heart-eye emojis, but they were suddenly willing to bear with it for the hilarious comments.

“Oh God damn it,” Bucky whispered when Sam handed him a plate with two pancakes on it, whipped cream nipples standing nearly as proudly as the other man’s smile.

“Sorry, man,” Sam laughed, not sounding sorry at all.

Steve looked like he might laugh as well, until Sam gave him a plate with the same thing. “Sam.

“What, you thought I wouldn’t make fun of you, too?” Sam asked, raising an eyebrow, before brightening when Natasha came in. “Natasha, did you see my masterpieces?”

Natasha looked at them, their pancakes, and then turned around to walk right back out, laughing again.

Bucky bent his fork in half.


Tony had been overseas for a business meeting, so he’d missed everything, and Natasha had finally stopped laughing herself to tears when she saw them. They were pretty sure they would get away with Tony never finding out.

Except Natasha was a huge fucking BITCH.

“Tony, you’re back!” Natasha exclaimed when he walked in, still wearing a rumpled suit.

Tony squinted at her, still jetlagged, but he’d wanted to see everyone before he crashed and slept for eighteen hours. Seeing nothing immediately out of the ordinary, he simply agreed, “Yes.”

She skittered over to where Steve and Bucky were sitting, grinning. “Tony, who do you think has the best tits?”

Steve and Bucky both had the distinct thought ‘I’m going to murder her.’

Tony blinked at her slowly. “…You do.”

Natasha opened her mouth, then closed it. “…That’s so sweet,” she finally decided, actually looking flattered, before she slapped her hands down on each of the men’s shoulders. “But I meant between Steve and Bucky.”

“Oh.” Tony wandered closer, humming thoughtfully as he peered very intensely at their chests.

After a moment, he reached out and cupped Steve’s pecs in his hands, either ignoring or not noticing the way he tensed up and squeaked. Bucky would have made fun of him except he made the same noise when Tony abruptly turned and did the same thing to him. He hummed again, then placed a hand on both of their pecs.

“…I can’t decide,” Tony said, and then did not move away.

They stared at him for a little while, worried, before Steve cautiously said, “Tony?”

Tony jerked as if he’d been shocked. “Huh?” He looked at his hands on both of their chests. “…I need to sleep,” he decided, and gave their chests a pat. “I apologize for molesting you.”

“It’s not molesting if we want it,” Bucky blurted out, and then set his jaw, because what the fuck, brain?!

Tony patted his cheek just a little too hard. “Maybe you need some sleep too.”

Bucky gaped as the other man turned and sort of… tottered away.

“He’s going to fall asleep in the elevator,” Clint said fondly.

Bruce sighed and got up to trot after him. “Tony, let me help you.”

“Be careful, Bruce,” they heard him warn as the doors began to shut. “I’m molesting people.”

“Quite honestly I would prefer that to you stabbing me to see if I’ll turn into the Hulk,” Bruce replied blandly.

Steve crossed his arms over his chest when he noticed Sam grinning at him, blushing. “What?!”

“Tony grabbed your boobs,” Sam said, then burst out laughing. “And he didn’t even notice!”

Steve turned to look at Bucky, frowning. “Do you just wanna leave the country?”

Yes,” he answered immediately and viciously.

“I think,” Natasha said, leaning down to put her face between theirs. “That you’re missing the point.”

Bucky glared at her. “And what point is that, you troublemaker?”

“Tony couldn’t decide which of your chests he likes better,” she explained, as if he was an idiot. “So maybe when he’s not about to fall asleep on his feet, you can offer to let him check again.”

“…I don’t understand why you’re like this,” Steve admitted.

Natasha rolled her eyes. “You’re both hopeless.”

“Seriously,” Clint said, raising an eyebrow. “She gave you the perfect opening to hit on Tony and you’re being too prude to do it.”

“Am not!” Steve answered immediately, because he never liked being told he was too anything, and Bucky got the sinking feeling that Steve was going to march him to Tony as soon as he heard he was awake to do just that.

“Couldn’t we just buy him flowers?” he asked, but Steve had that determined look to him. “Steve please.”

“We can get him flowers and ask whose chest is better,” Steve allowed. “It will be mine, by the way, so you can pick out the flowers.”

Bucky turned to glare at him, appalled. “No way, my chest is way better than yours! You’re gonna be super embarrassed when Tony tells you so, too!”

Natasha rolled her eyes as they began bickering and walked over to flop down next to Sam. “What did we do to get stuck with these idiots?”

“I don’t know about you, but Steve basically harassed me,” Sam replied, shrugging. “Whenever someone says ’on your left,’ I still get irrationally angry.”

Dating Poe Dameron Would Include
  • Fun Boyfriend™
  • Seriously, you could swear you’ve developed a fine set of abs since you started dating, he makes you laugh so much!
  •  Always making you laugh before he flies out for a mission. Even though he’s a very competent flier, you both know how dangerous his tasks can be. He doesn’t want his last memory with you to be with you crying, and you don’t want your last memory with him to be of him looking like he’s not secretly distraught.
    • So he makes you laugh, you smile for him. It’s gotten to the point where he says your laugh is his lucky charm

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i remember being in high school.. laying in bed every single night until i’d fall asleep, praying. i was never really that religious but… there was something i wanted so desperately: a boy. just one boy. to prove me wrong. to take away all the confusion and the fear. one boy who i could fall in love with and be able to tell myself, “i’m not gay after all.”
i know you understand, you’re the one living it.
this is version number 3,456 of this letter. there’s so much i know that you need to hear. but you and i both know the truth, and even though only one of us has ever said it out loud i know it’s the only thing you’re ever really thinking about. it’s the reason you feel sick before volleyball practice, why you can’t focus in school, and why you sit in your car as long as you can before coming inside every night. it’s the reason you can’t fall asleep, and the reason sometimes, you’d rather not wake up…
you had this whole idea of what your life was gonna be. so did your parents. i mean every one thinks they know who you are, and you’re so scared that you’re gonna disappoint them, that you’re gonna lose them. you’re gonna realize that it feels so much better to have one person really know you and love you, than to have 100 people love you, and never really know you. i know it’s scary to feel so out of control of a huge part of your life. i know that the world feels so big and you feel completely alone. i know you’d give absolutely anything to change this. i know you’re hurting.
all i want to do is reach through and give you a hug and let you know that everything is going to be okay. but listen to me when i say: the struggle you’re going through right now is gonna make you who you are. it’s gonna make you so strong. it’s gonna make you so proud. they say sadness is just the absence of happiness, the more you hurt only means the stronger you’ve ever felt love. consider yourself lucky.
one day soon all of the anxieties and sleepless nights are gonna make the sound sleeps you’ll have more beautiful than some people could ever understand. you’re going to appreciate every. little. thing. there’s one thing i believe in this world more than anything, everyone deserves to fall in love. you deserve to fall in love. and not to ruin the surprise, but.. you’re going to. you’re gonna get to fall in love with a girl and it’s going to feel like your heart is on fire. listen, you’re just gonna have to trust me on that because there’s really no words to describe it. i’m going to tell you a secret. of course, you’ll figure this out on your own but, one day you’re gonna go into the abyss, and you’re gonna set up a little camp with a tall white flag: surrendering yourself to who you are. and one day other people in that abyss, just like you, they’re gonna see that flag, and you’re gonna help them surrender to themselves who they truly are. and even though i know it sucks not having a flag to guide you, your flag’s gonna guide others and you will never feel more proud of anything. it turns out you’re not so different, and you’re definitely not alone. i know you don’t feel this way right now, but, i love you.
—  shannon beveridge

anonymous asked:

Could you please write one about established!bughead but jughead and Betty go to different schools so Veronica/Kevin have to keep an eye on girls trying to move in on Jughead and warns them off for Betty, thanks :)

One oblivious Jughead and Protective Veronica and Kevin story coming right up!


Betty looked gloomily out of the car window. She couldn’t believe that her mom was transferring her to a school outside of town. Alice had finally snapped, it was too much for Betty to be friends with Archie and Veronica and be dating Jughead. So Alice had transferred her and intended to drive her to and from school everyday.

She would still get to see Jughead and her friends after school, but Betty was heartbroken not to be able to see them walking down the hall or sit with them at lunch. She was really going to miss her friends.


“Hi Jughead” Veronica said brightly, slipping her arm into his. He jumped in surprise at the contact and glanced over at her.

“Hi Veronica…” He was hesitant, unsure of what she wanted. He couldn’t think of a time when it had just been him and Veronica, usually Betty was there to dispel any tension between the two of them.

“I just thought you might like some company” Veronica said softly. Jughead gave her a small smile and started walking to lunch.

“I miss her too” He said after a few moments. It was halfway through the day and he felt Betty’s absence like crazy. As soon as he walked into the school it had felt colder without the sunbeam that was Betty Cooper.

“I can’t believe her mom actually transferred her” Veronica shook her head in disbelief.

“Never doubt the lengths that Alice will go to try to preserve her girls supposed perfectness” Jughead knew that he sounded bitter, but he didn’t care.

“I hope she is doing okay.” Veronica voiced what Jughead had been thinking about all morning. No matter how much he missed Betty, at least he was still at the same school with his friends. Poor Betty had been thrown into a new school partway through the year.

“She’ll be the gem of Greendale in no time” Jughead said with more confidence than he felt. He knew Betty would try to stick to the background and hate the attention that being the new girl would warrant.

“Hopefully she can get out of the house to meet us at Pop’s tonight and tell us all about it.” Veronica said, guiding him the the lunch table where their friends sat.

“I wouldn’t count on it” Jughead responded with a grimace.

“Count on what?” Kevin asked, catching the end of their conversation.

“Betty meeting us at Pop’s” Jughead responded, sliding next to Archie.

“I’ll sneak into her house if I have to, I’m not going to let the beast keep her from us forever” Veronica said vehemently

“I’m with you” Jughead gave Veronica an appreciative look.

“Hi, Jughead” A voice over his shoulder made Jughead jump. He turned to see Ethel smiling at him.

“Oh, hi Ethel”

“Can I sit with you guys?” She put her tray next to Jughead and indicated for him and Archie to scoot over. Jughead paused, wondering why she didn’t just sit next to Archie where there was room.

“Sure” is what he said as he moved over. Maybe Ethel just felt more comfortable around him.

“What did you think of the History exam?” Ethel asked him.

“I’m pretty sure that we didn’t learn half of what was on it.” Jughead said dryly and jumped again when Ethel laughed. Betty was usually the only person to laugh at like that at his humor. He could get Archie or Kevin occasionally, but usually his jokes were met with eye rolls and sighs. God, he missed Betty. Jughead drifted off into his thoughts and let the conversation flow around him. Ethel tried to engage him several times but he just gave her short answers and went back to his thoughts. At one point he looked up to see Veronica and Kevin exchanged a meaningful look. Jughead’s curious nature picked up on it and filed it for later. He would ask one of them next time they were alone.
When lunch ended, Veronica once again swept him up and escorted him to his next class.


“Did you catch weird vibes today at lunch?” Veronica whispered when she caught up with Kevin after school.

“You mean with Ethel and Jughead, because yes.” Kevin said emphatically.

“You don’t think…” Veronica cut off. From what she had seen, Ethel was a nice girl, she didn’t seem the type to make a move on someone’s boyfriend, let alone a person who had helped her.

“I don’t know…Ethel used to have a huge crush on Jughead when we were younger.” Kevin looked at her with wide eyes

“Oh god” Veronica’s mind was reeling “We have to put an end to this, and we absolutely cannot let Betty find out.”

“You don’t think Jughead would-”

“No, no” Veronica interrupted him with a wave of her hand. “But I think that he is not very girl savvy and probably wouldn’t know flirting if it punched him in the face. The only girl he sees is Betty.”

“So what do we do?” Kevin asked biting his lip

“We warn Ethel off of Jughead. We make sure she knows that he is still with Betty and that isn’t going to change.” Veronica scanned the halls and saw Ethel at her locker. She took a step forward but Kevin grabbed her arm.

“Let me, I think this might need a little more of a delicate touch”

“Are you saying I’m not delicate?” Veronica put her hands on her hips.
“You are many things Veronica Lodge, but delicate is not one of them.” Kevin said and headed off to talk to Ethel.


“How’d it go?” Veronica asked later that night at Pop’s. It was currently just her and Kevin, they were waiting for their other friends to join them.

“Oh as good as you would think. After a little berating she admitted that she was making a move. She said that she had thought her crush was over until she saw Jughead with Betty.”

“So when Betty left, Ethel thought that she should finally make a move” Veronica guessed “I can’t say I blame the girl for trying.”

“No…but she was embarrassed and promised to stop.”

“Good” Veronica breathed a sigh of relief, glad that was over with. The bell to Pop’s rung and Jughead walked it. He spotted them and settled across the table from Kevin and Veronica.

“Where’s Archie?” He asked, pulling out his laptop

“Working on music with Val” Veronica said, Jughead glanced up at her tone.

“We are pretty sure they are together.” Kevin supplied for him

“Ah” Jughead lost interest and turned his attention back to his laptop.

“Have you heard anything from Betty?”

“Yeah, her mom’s got her on tight lockdown tonight. She said she’ll see if she can sneak out after they fall asleep, but she isn’t too hopeful.” Jughead said sadly.

“Damn it” Veronica cursed, she really missed her best friend.

“Why so sad munchkins?” Cheryl asked, sliding gracefully into the booth next to Jughead. The boy stared at her, obviously annoyed by her taking the seat that was reserved for Betty.

“Betty” Kevin said simply, eyeing Cheryl warily. They were never sure what mood she would be in. Sometimes she could be almost nice and fun, and other times she just came over to them to cause chaos.

“I heard she got transferred, how awful.” Cheryl turned her attention to Jughead who was typing away, ignoring the conversation. “You must miss her” Cheryl said as she put her arm on Jughead’s. Veronica stiffened, sensing danger.

“Yes” was Jughead’s response as he shifted out of Cheryl’s grasp. Cheryl however wasn’t bothered by his obvious indifference. Instead, she shifted closer to him and leaned to whisper in his ear,

“A man of few words, I always like a mystery. And you Jughead Jones are an enigma.” Jughead looked at Veronica and Kevin in alarm as Cheryl whispered the words. He looked confused and slightly scared. With a sigh Veronica sent Kevin a look that said ‘I got this one’.

“Cheryl” Veronica said standing up and pulling on the girl’s arm. “Can we speak in private?” Veronica didn’t leave her much of a choice, pulling her out of the booth and over to one on the far end of Pop’s.


Jughead watched the two walk away in confusion.

“What was that?” He asked Kevin.

“It’s probably best if you don’t ask questions” Kevin said with a chuckle. Jughead looked between Kevin and the two girls for a few seconds before shrugging and going back to his novel. He had more things to worry about than the silly dramas of teenagers.

The bell of Pop’s rung and Jughead looked up as he had every time it had rung since he came in. This time however, in entered the very person he was looking for. He was on his feet in a second, striding across Pop’s to meet Betty halfway. She gave him a huge grin and he enveloped her in his arms, pulling her close to him, not caring about the restaurant full of people.


“Do you see that Cheryl?” Veronica asked gesturing to where Betty and Jughead were clinging to each other like their lives depended on it. “That right there is something that needs to be protected, and I intend to do just that.”

“I was just having a bit of fun. Jughead is the one guy at Riverdale who has never shown me any interest. I wanted to see why that was.” Cheryl said with a nonchalant shrug. Veronica leaned forward, her expression intense. She wanted to make sure that Cheryl got the seriousness of what she was about to say.

“Have your fun with someone else. Jughead is off limits. He is too oblivious to notice when a girl is flirting with him and now that Betty isn’t at school, Kevin and I are making sure that girls know that he is still 100% taken. I honestly didn’t think it was going to be such a big deal, but apparently there is just something about Jughead.” Veronica relaxed slightly.

“Girls love a mysterious boy.” Cheryl said with a smile. She saw the look Veronica gave her and put up her hands in surrender, “But I hear you, I won’t mess with Jughead, I promise.”

“Good,” Satisfied, Veronica nodded her head. “Do you want to join us for milkshakes?”

“I suppose” Cheryl accepted in her always gracious way. The two girls walked over to the booth. Betty stood up and hugged both Veronica and Cheryl.

“Oh, I missed you B” Veronica said as she took her seat next to Kevin. Cheryl pulled up a chair to sit at the end of the booth.

“You losers do realize that she’s only been gone a day right?” Cheryl asked.

“Feels like longer” Jughead spoke up. He had his arm around Betty and was tracing lazy circles on her arm. Betty was settled back against him, looking incredibly comfortable.

“Tell us everything” Kevin demanded.

“There isn’t much to tell. It was a normal school. They were of course intrigued with the new girl and as soon as I said I was from Riverdale all they wanted to know was why I transferred and what I know about Jason.” Betty glanced at Cheryl as she said the last thing. Veronica followed her gaze and saw the redhead keep a neutral expression on her face.

“So what’s the plan Betts?” Jughead asked, his hand moving up to twirl her ponytail around his fingers.

“Plan?” Veronica asked in confusion.

“Yeah, her plan to get back to Riverdale High.”  Jughead answered, “I know you have one.” He added, looking down at Betty. She beamed up at him and sat up a bit in excitement.

“I do, I just have to convince my mom that Greendale is worse for me. You know, befriend people she would hate, have a few breakdowns because I miss my friends, let my grades slip just enough to alarm her.”

“I don’t Betty…sounds risky. What if she sends you somewhere worse than Greendale?” Kevin asked.

“I’ll just have to convince her that Riverdale is the only place where I will thrive. That part I don’t have to lie about. You guys are the only thing that keeps me sane.” Betty gave them all a small smile.

“Do you think it’ll work?” Veronica asked

“I have to try Ronnie” Betty said.

“Alright, what can we do to help?” Jughead said.

“Oh devious plans, you guys are finally interesting.” Cheryl added


The next day, Veronica was walking down the halls when she spotted Jughead at his locker. Next to it was a girl that Veronica didn’t know, but she was laughing and leaning close to Jughead.

“Oh are you kidding me?” She said out loud, stopping in the middle of the hallway. What the heck was up with this kid? It was like people didn’t think about dating him until they saw him with Betty, and now that she was all gone, they all wanted to fill her place. Well they would have to get through her first. Veronica took a step forward but was stopped by a hand on her arm. She turned around to see Cheryl smiling mischievously.

“I got this one.” She said and strutted her way over to where Jughead and the girl were. A few seconds later the girl threw her hair over her shoulder and stalked away. Cheryl turned on her heel and walked back to Veronica, leaving a confused Jughead behind.

“Good work” Veronica said when Cheryl reached her

“This is going to be fun” Cheryl beamed.

Cuddles of Many - Conor Maynard

Masterlist

-

I twisted and turned in my bed feeling so alone and so scared something would happen to me. I got up grabbed my keys and didn’t even bother to put on a coat or shoes. I just kept my bunny slippers on and headed towards my car. I jumped in and pulled towards Jack’s apartment complex. As I headed to the apartment I got out of my car and headed towards the door. I knocked multiple times and waited. The door opened and I saw Jack looking slightly annoyed.

“Why the hell are you here at four in the morning?” He asked resting his head against the door frame. “I was alone and scared and wanted to cuddle.” I answered. He chuckled at me. “This is why I love you, showing up at my flat at four in the morning just to cuddle.” He said. “What can I say, I just love my boyfriend.” I responded. “I can tell now come on Ms. bunny slippers.” He laughed moving out of the way so I can enter.

I rolled my eyes at him and let myself enter his flat and he closed the door behind me. “Now bed.” Jack said tired. I walked towards his room and fell onto his bed. Jack laid beside me and pulled me closer to him and kissed the top of my head. “Better?” He asked. “Way better.” I smiled turning so that I was facing his bare chest. “Night beautiful.” He whispered kissing the top of my head. “Night.” I hummed closing my eyes.

-

I heard a knock on the door and woke up and saw Jack groaning. “Don’t worry babe I’ll get it.” I whispered kissing his cheek. He mumbled a thank you and let go of me. I got up and left my feet bare footed because my slippers were probably still wet. I went to the door and looked through the peephole and saw a blond girl. I rolled my eyes and unlocked the door opening it.

“Oh did I come to the wrong door?” She asked. “Depends.” I responded still holding onto the door frame. “Who you looking for?” I asked. “Jack, Jack Maynard.” She responded. “Why are you looking for him?” I asked.  “Well you may think it’s stupid but I wanted to cuddle.” She smiled. “Who are you again?” I asked as politely as I could. “Oh sorry I’m Lana, Jack’s girlfriend.” She smiled.

“Jack!” I yelled for him as my heart broke in a million pieces. I heard Jack groan but he came around and wrapped his arms around me laying his chin on my shoulder with his eyes closed. “Who is Lana?” I asked. “Hmm?” He said and opened his eyes. “Shit.” He said. “I’m leaving.” I commented not even bothering to grab any of my shit. I brushed pass Lana and moved towards my car and realized that it wasn’t going to work. I mentally cursed at myself and leaned up against it closing my eyes.

MInutes passed and I heard a girl. “Need a lift?” I looked up and saw Lana. I wanted nothing more than talk to her. “You might be mad at me I get it, but why be mad at each other if we didn’t know about the other. It’s Jack’s fault.” She explained. “Yeah, I guess.” I said wiping some tears from my eyes. “What time is it anyways?” I asked. She lifted her phone out of her pocket and looked. “Like about five thirty.” She answered.

“So that lift?” I asked. “Yeah where are you going?” She asked. I gave her the address and she nodded. I got in her car and realized how cold I was. I mean I was only wearing a long shirt and only panties under. I was freezing. Lana on the other hand was all warmed up with a fluffy jacket and boots and all. She was a very beautiful girl and I understood why Jack wanted to be with her. We didn’t talk much in the car until she stopped in front of the building.

“Here let me give you my number.” She smiled pulling out her phone. I sighed. “I don’t have my phone. It’s at Jack’s but I’ll give you my number.” I smiled as she handed me her phone. I entered my number and gave her back her phone. “Text you later.” She smiled. I nodded at Lana and got out of the car running towards the door and entering the code. As I entered I headed towards the elevator to just see a piece of paper reading ‘Not Working’

Just my luck. I thought to myself. I headed towards the stairs and found myself walking all the way up the flights and flights of stairs. Reminder my feet were still bare and were now freezing making it hard for me to walk or do anything. As I made it to the door I opened it and let myself in heading to the couch and laid down and curled into a ball trying to warm up. That’s when all hell broke loose. Tears fell down from my eyes warming up my face.

I heard shuffling around and saw Conor looking at me. “Y/n?” He asked confused. Conor was my best friend and is always there for me. And I needed him more than anything at the minute. I looked at him and he rushed to my side. “Y/n are you okay?!” SHe asked concerned. I shook my head and shivered. He picked me up and cursed at me. “Y/n you’re so goddamn cold. Why aren’t you wearing any clothes.” He asked.

“J-jack.” I responded as he placed me down on his bed pulling the covers over me. “What did he do this time?” He asked annoyed. “Ch-cheat.” I answered. “That fucker.” He said about to leave. “No Conor d-don’t go.” I said through my tears. He turned and smiled at me. He laid next to me and turned to his side. “You’re most likely going to get sick you know.” He said. “I know.” I replied as my stomach did a jump. Every time I was around Conor it did it and I never understood why.

“Get some sleep.” He commented kissing my forehead. He always did that and it made me feel all warm and better inside. “Can you Get m-my stuff fr-from Jack’s?” I asked. Conor nodded at me and stroke my hair which he knew made me fall asleep faster. And I did. I feel asleep in less than five minutes.

-

I yawned opening my eyes and stretched out my body. I rolled over so I was laying on my back and sighed remembering what has happened. I was dying. Well inside. My mom has always said that it took nine months to make my heart don’t let someone go breaking it in fifteen seconds. Me and Jack had been dating littler under six months and me and Conor have been friends ever since I was about a newborn baby. He was there when I was born. He was there when I had my ups and downs. He was there when I had my very first period. And I could never ask for any other best friend.

I got up and found my car keys and phone next to me with my bunny slippers looking like shit on the floor. I got up on my feet and smelt the most amazing smell in the world. I walked out of Conor’s room and made it towards the smell and found Conor over the stove. “Did you really make my favorite?” I asked with a sweet smile. “Pizza pancakes? Most definitely I saw my girl in pain and I knew her pizza pancakes made her smile.” He smiled at me. I laughed and moved towards him wrapping my arms around Conor. “Thank you Conor.” I whispered laying my head on his back.

“You don’t need to say thank for anything I do. I do it because I love you and can’t bare to see you hurt.” He explained. I smiled and moved away swiping my finger in the mix and placed it in my finger. “Hey hey you get your dirty little monster fingers away from the batter.” He hissed swatting me away. I laughed at him. “I have clothes here?” I asked. “Yup, yin the draw with the rest of your clothes.” He explained. “Thanks Conor.” I sung walking back to the room.

I was feeling a lot better from smelling the pancakes. Now to the fact I had clothes here. It was normal because I always had my depressed days and I always had clothes here. So yeah. I grabbed a pair of leggings and long tie dye shirt saying good fines with a peace sign. I grabbed a black bra along with black matching pantoes and black socks and made my way into the bathroom starting the water to the shower. I dressed out of my pajamas and jumped into the shower. I felt my short hair from just above my shoulders get wet as the warm water fell down my back. I needed this.

I finished in about less than twenty minutes mostly because I couldn’t shave or that I wanted to. I hopped out of the shower and started to dry off and put on my clean clothes. By time I came back into the kitchen Conor was just placing the plate of pizza pancakes done. “Yay they’re done!” I beamed. Conor chuckled at me and I sat down biting into the pancake and fell onto the table. “They are way better than my moms.” I moaned against the table. “Weird cause I can’t cook for shit.” Conor laughed.

“I know, you burnt a frozen pizza.” I laughed. Conor laughed along with me. I continue eating my pancakes dying every time I took a bite and heard a knock on the door. “I’ll get it, continue eating.” He said getting up. “Can I eat your pancakes!” I asked as he went into the hallway. “No keep your damn monster hands away.” He hissed before opening the door.  I laughed and sneakily grabbed one of his pancakes out of the two he had left. I had that quickly and heard the door close. Conor walked back with something in his hand.

“What you got there?” I asked him as I place the plate in the sink. “Just something Jack gave me to give to you.” He commented throwing it on the table annoyed but then looked at me. “You dirty little monster!” He yelled. I giggled at him and he ran towards me. I basically had nowhere to go because I was stuck in the kitchen. He ran towards me and wrapped his arms around me attacking me. “Conor!” I whined. “Your such a little monster!” He hissed. “I ain’t little!” I whined. “You’re smaller than Mr.” He confirmed. “Yeah yeah no shoo.” I said pushing him away. He chuckled but let me go. I ran towards his room once again grabbing his last slice. “Y/n!” He yelled towards me. I giggled once again and closed his door locking it. I heard the door knob jiggle and I heard him groan.

“Come on babe, open up.” I felt weak in my knees as I heard that nickname. Not going to lie I never felt this way when Jack called me that. I fell to the back of the door and smiled to myself. “Come on let me in. I promise I won’t kill you.” His sweet voice said. I smiled and moved away opening the door. His body must of been against the door cause once I opened it he feel on top of me. I giggled as he picked himself up.

“Hey there.” He smiles at me. I smiled at him resting my hands on his shoulders. “Hi.” I responded laughing. He smirked sr me. “God you’re so beautiful.” He said in awe. I smiled at him feeling my stomach do the thing. “Your not so bad yourself Maynard.” I smiled. “Am I the only one who feels my stomach fall every time I’m around you?” He asked. “I feel it also.” I commented. “Good.” He smiles. I smiles back at him and pulled his head closer to mine so I can kiss his beautiful lips. I placed mine on top of his and he smiled against my lips.

He later and pulled away and smiled. “So beautiful.” He said again kissing my lips and pulling away. “So fucking beautiful.” He responded kissing my lips once again. “I love you Y/n.” Conor said. “I love you too.” I responded connecting our lips. “I just can’t keep my lips away from you.” Conor commented as he kissed my neck then my lips. “Conor.” I whined giggling. “I’m sorry, I just realized that I loved you all this time and my brother got to you but lost you and now all I want to do is kiss you all over and fuck your beautiful vagina.” He whispered in my ear. I laughed at him. “You horny male.” I laughed. “Sorry love.” He laughed.

“Can we cuddle.” I asked with puppy eyes. He smiled and nodded getting up and off me and pulled me up and placed me on the bed. He laid next to me and pulled me into his side. “Beautiful.”

Fight (Grayson) (PART 2!)

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a/n: hahahah omg wow i’m so glad so many of you liked this imagine! here is the highly anticipated part 2, bit longer for you all. I hope you like ittttt xx

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‘If it’s meant to be, he will come after you.’ I chanted this in my head all the way home. I sat down and stared at the wall. What the fuck just happened. It was so easy to blame myself and over think what had happened. Was I a little dramatic? Should this be something I have to put up with? So many questions flooded my brain. No, I said what I wanted to say and I stand by what I think. If this is going to work we both need to be happy and I am not happy. I curled up in bed as it was quite late now and drifted off into a restless sleep. All I could think is ‘is this really the end?’


I laid on my back staring at the celling as the seconds ticked by infuriatingly slowly. I held up my phone to check the time, 5:05AM, a whole two minutes later than when I last checked it. This was driving me crazy, did he fall asleep? Did he leave the apartment in anger? Is he okay? Is he with someone else? Does he want to fix things? Maybe he thinks I’m asleep and that’s why he hasn’t called? No, he knows me well enough to know I could never fall asleep when things are this bad. And I know he wouldn’t either.

But this isn’t up to me to fix. I have said how I feel and told the truth. It is up to him to decide if this is all worth it and if he thinks he can make me happy. I groaned in frustration, I just wanted to hear his voice and get inside his head so I could know what he is thinking. 

I suddenly had a thought to check Twitter, Grayson was often known for tweeting his feelings in the heat of the moment. I opened Twitter and went to his account. 1 recent tweet, 7 hours ago.

“Why do I have to be so bad at communicating my feelings??”

I sighed, stared at the tweet for a solid couple minutes before throwing myself out of bed. I walked over to the mirror and started at the mess before me. Un showered, hair was turning into dreadlocks, yesterdays makeup was smudged everywhere and my eyes were red and puffy from crying so much. Just the state of me almost sent me back to bed to cry some more. But if this really was the end then I had to move on and now was as good a time as ever. 

I jumped in the shower and scrubbed like a maniac until I felt like yesterday never happened. Blow dried and curled my hair, beat my face like a God and put on clean clothes. My appearance had most definitely improved, my mood however, still as low as anything. 

For the remainder of that day I tried everything and I mean EVERYTHING to try and take my mind off things, nothing worked. I wasn’t ready to tell anyone what had happened, I just wanted to deal with it on my own. 

I heard my phone ring in the other room, the time was now 5PM, solid 12 hours of hell. I ran back into my bedroom and picked up my phone praying to see Grayson’s pretty little face on my screen. But again, disappointment filled my heart. It was one of my friends, I answered it reluctantly putting on my best fake happy voice.

“Hey whats up?” I asked her.

“Hey! I was just checking you were still coming to my birthday dinner tonight at my place?” She replied. Shit I had completely forgotten about that, Grayson was supposed to come with me as well. I debated it in my head for a second before deciding it was a good idea to get out of the house and socialize with people who didn’t know anything was wrong.

“Um yes of course I’m still coming, you are going to love your present!” I said in the most excited voice ever, how she didn’t realize it was fake amazes me.

“Aw yay, okay cool I’ll see you there at 7PM! Bye!” She said the last part so quickly I didn’t even get a chance to reply before the call ended. 

7PM rolled around as slowly as ever, I had changed my outfit and put a bit more makeup on. I grabbed my purse and a jacket and left my apartment. Half way to dinner, I drove past Grayson and Ethan’s apartment. I tried to not pay any attention but there was no use. Tears started to well up in my eyes causing my vision to blur. I tried desperately to wipe them away so my makeup didn’t get ruined. I reached to my purse and tried to grab out a tissue. I looked up at the road, noticing a red light directly in front of me. I was already going to fast, headlights and car horns caused me to freeze up. There was nothing I could to except prepare for impact. 


First all I could hear were noises. I couldn’t move or speak or really understand what people were saying. Then I could feel my weight and my eyes started to open. There was blood and glass and a lot of cars and people everywhere. I started to panic, not recognizing anything or anyone. A paramedic started to speak to me.

“Hey there sweet heart, you have been in a little car accident, nothing to serious you will be fine. Is there someone you would like to call to be with you?” She asked.

Even with all the chaos that surrounded me and nothing making sense, there was one thing that seemed very clear in my mind. 

I need Grayson.

I nodded at the paramedic and she passed me my phone which was in surprisingly good condition. I tapped his name, it rang for a second before being answered. 

“Y/n! Baby, oh my god I’m so sorry. Please come over and let me expla-” I cut him off mid sentence.

“No, Gray I got in a car crash and I need you.” I muttered between sobs. I passed the phone back to the lady and she explained where we were and what happened before informing me he was going to get here as quick as he could. In that time the doctors started to get me out of the car so I could get checked out at the hospital. They got me onto a stretcher and loaded me into the back of the ambulance. I kept asking where Grayson was, they said he was on his way but with the recent events I was so scared he had crashed too. Suddenly he was right beside me, knelt down next to me, sobbing into my chest. I stroked his hair and cried with him. 

“This is so fucked up.” I muttered. 

“I know baby I know but you have to let me make it up to you and explain because I can’t loose you.” He cried. 

“It’s okay, later.” I whispered back to him. He nodded in agreement.

We spent the next 5 hours in the hospital, getting checked over by countless doctors. All I had to show for my crash was a written off car, some bruised ribs and a mild concussion. Ethan came and picked the two of us up once I had been discharged. The ride home was pretty quiet, Ethan took Grayson and I back to my apartment before going home. 

I walked slowly inside and sat down on the couch. It was so hard to believe everything that had happened in the last 2 days. I have never been more exhausted. Grayson sat down next to me.

“I’m sorry for dragging you into this I just didn’t know who else to call.” I said softly, breaking the silence.

“No y/n, I wanted you to call, I was too much of a bitch to do it myself and I’m so sorry for that. I’m so so so sorry y/n, what I did and what I said was not right and not at all what you deserve. I get it if you want to leave, you shouldn’t have to deal with all this and it’s so fucked up what I have put you through. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me and as much as I don’t want you to leave me, you deserve someone better.” He spoke so quickly I had to take a few moments to process it.

“I don’t want anyone else, I wan’t you Grayson. But I don’t want just half of you, I don’t want to feel threatened or like I have people to compete with for your love and attention.” I explained, hoping it wasn’t to harsh or mean. I didn’t want to argue again.

“I promise, nothing like this will ever happen again. I love you so much y/n”

“I love you more.” I replied. He lent in and placed a soft kiss on my lips. Just closing my eyes for that kiss made me feel like I was going to fall asleep.

“Want to call it a night?” Grayson asked, he must have noticed how tired I looked. I nodded and he helped me make my way into bed. He snuggled down next to me, asking every 2 seconds ‘does that hurt?’. I giggled and we drifted off into a long awaited proper happy sleep.

Wartime Starters
  • "We have no choice. We have to go in there."
  • "Forged by fire, we are united in one cause!"
  • "We fight for our homes. We fight for our freedom. We fight for very survival."
  • "War never solved anything. It only makes life more miserable for everyone."
  • "We must delve into the darkness. Sometimes bad things have to be done for the good."
  • "Do you even hear yourself? What happened to you?"
  • "I'm not letting you go. They'll kill you."
  • "You want to do what? No. That's suicide."
  • "No, don't let practicality get in the way."
  • "We can do this. I know we can."
  • "Stand firm! We can take them!"
  • "I think we found your inner mad scientist."
  • "I can still smell it, you know. I can't forget that smell."
  • "We go in and hit them hard. They'll never know what happened."
  • "All we have to do is last the night. Reinforcements will come in the morning."
  • "We're going to win this one, aren't we?"
  • "Hey! Hey! Stay with me. Don't you fall asleep yet."
  • "Does anyone know we're here?"
  • "There's no damn reason why we're out here. We're all just killing one another."
  • "This is going to be a one way trip, isn't it?"
  • "How is any of this going to change anything?"
  • "We have to stop them here. We're the last line of defense."
  • "Does it matter what my gender is or the color of my skin? We're all dead if we don't win."
  • "I take orders from no man."
  • "We could run, you know."
  • "There's no such thing as bomb proof."
  • "Am I the last one?"
  • "Hope? There's no hope here."
  • "We aren't going to be able to tell who is who out there."
  • "Can we move through this fog?"
  • "I'm no hero. I just did my job."
  • "I don't know about you, but I expect to get out of this alive and in one piece."
A cliffs notes version of Caryl, but with cats

They meet, and while it isn’t exactly love at first sight, there is a curiosity there and they stick close together.

Carol loses her kitten and while Daryl tries to find her, he does not succeed. :(

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A fight ensues, in which Daryl rages at Carol. His verbal blows could be worse but they still knock her over on the inside.

But then he apologizes and they smell the flowers together and all is right with the world again.

Enter the flirting, in which Carol tries but Daryl doesn’t know what the hell to do about it

And more flirting in which Daryl tries and fails

They don’t have time to practice more flirting because separation keeps our duo apart, close but so far away…

Enter the best reunion hug of all time

But wait, Carol is sad, she’s been through a lot…

Daryl is too and he spends more time with his crossbow than he does talking to Carol…

In fact, they never actually talk much and eventually….the writers fall asleep for 86 years and forget to let them have scenes together

They’re separated yet again (!) but fear not because eventually…eventually, they find each other again and they can’t stop nuzzling.

What’s next? Well we can only hope something like this…

Not everybody wants to fuck a hero,” Draco says, because it’s the only thing that’s cruel enough to mask the thoughts flooding his mind. He doesn’t want Harry to know what goes through his mind whenever there’s a whoosh of the Floo or whenever Harry stays late enough to fall asleep on the sofa. He doesn’t want Harry to know how much that one stupid dance was possibly the most perfect moment of his miserable existence. “I don’t have relationships, Potter. You must have noticed. I don’t want a partner – real or make believe. Love fucks everything up.”

Harry flinches and he tugs on his coat. “You’re wrong. You’re so wrong it makes me insane.” He pauses before he leaves, standing too close for comfort. “Why do you think you’ve never shagged me, Malfoy? Why can we fuck anyone else but never each other?”

“Because I don’t find you remotely attractive,” Draco responds smoothly. He’s lying through his teeth but it’s something he’s become increasingly good at doing.

Harry snorts. “Yeah, that’s why.
—  Pride by Writcraft
When did it all become a blur
Like I’m supposed to choose a side
Like I’m supposed to always keep apologizing when I did nothing wrong
Or to end the argument
When did I don’t care become the words to mask my inner thoughts
When did I fear my reflection and who I became because I found myself spitting sorrys I didn’t mean or sorrys I shouldn’t have to say
When did I become a monster at least to the eyes of some
I ask myself when did I get called out for my writing
My inner thoughts
I say this because I feel watched
I feel scared
I feel like tomorrow is on it’s way and sometimes I wish I’d die in my sleep
But other days I feel like it’s good to be alive
And others I feel like people wake up hoping I stay away
I need to remind myself I’m not toxic
I need to remind myself I’m good
I need to remind myself that I can fall asleep crying and you not being there is okay
I need to remind myself to live for myself
And to stop giving parts of me to some who cannot return the favour
My life is like a game I never know what’s coming next why do I let others dictate my faith
I hate that I put so much of me in other people’s palms
—  back in 2014 when I realized dying was okay but not for other people
We thought we could trick them... (seriously if this is shit please tell me. I like it, but I know it has at least 3 major flaws : the Narrator refers to the fae directly, the Pure Math students are overpowered, and they're not nearly blase enough about the whole situation(I have no idea how to fix it though))

We thought we could get one-up on the gentry this time.  We had a lot of fun playing with subspaces and linear maps to get to class on time; we’d just memorize the formulas, step into their domain, and believe only in the math(easy, since we could prove it was true.  The only hard part was forgetting everything else) and…*poof* we were in class the whole time!  People vanished of course, but they had probably dismembered the proofs or something.  Even after half the class vanished, we still had this sense of power; we felt like gods.  

Then they killed Professor Nakayama.  Note that I didn’t say took.  They had tried that, and all that happened was that he was inspired to write 4 research papers, a textbook, and a short story set in 1930’s new york when he arrived a few weeks later.  No.  They got him right in front of us. 

What happened is, is that ‘John’, the stupid little traitor with his stupid hair, walked up to the Professor, and  asked one question.  In any other context it would have been brilliant; he and the professor talked about it for nearly 10 minutes.  No I won’t tell you the fucking question!  Everyone who understood it the first time around who thought about it hard on campus died! You think I’ll expose you to that shit just to satisfy your curiosity? (OK. if you really can’t stand it, I’ll tell you.  But first take information theory with Dr. Casario. Make sure to ask him about infohazards.)

Anyway, as the Professor was thinking, the fucking Karavanserai showed up and tried to grab him.  Of course the Professor ran.  No matter how sneaky you are, if that fake art student ever comes near you, you run.  Actually, run away if any art student comes near you.  Otherwise you’ll spend half the day hearing about how their latest painting will defeat racism or something at best.

Anyways, he ran.  Turns out you don’t end up smeared all over the universe if you think about the trivial isomomorphism while moving to our world from theirs. Instead, you end up twisted into a scale model of the university in the middle of the football field. (It took us 8 weeks of hiding in the chemistry department to prove that.  Half of us vanished in our sleep despite the chemists’ protection.  Never fall asleep while doing proofs.  It’s a bad study habit and the gentry take it as an offer)

So that’s why you need faculty permission to join the theoretical Linear Algebra seminar this year. I know it sucks, but what can you do.  If you want safety and job security and all that overrated stuff, go study applied math.

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anonymous asked:

If you are still doing the dialogue prompts could you possibly do #98 nessian?

Sorry for the delay! I’m not gonna lie, this was a marathon to write. The feels kept taking control and taking me in complete opposite directions to which I planned. But I did it. Some feels were taken out but I’ll keep those tucked away for later. Hope you like it.


Nessian: All nighter, you and me. First one to fall asleep buys the other dinner.


Cassian had noticed that Nesta wasn’t sleeping.

She would stay up reading or doing menial tasks long after everyone else had gone to bed. Cassian only knew because he saw her when he wandered the house to relieve the aches in his wings. His wings had healed enough that visually the only thing different were the thin scars that now peppered the thin membrane. But on the inside, in a more physical sense, they were almost utterly unusable. At the moment he could only fly for five minutes, if he was lucky.

Cassian also knew it was nightmares that kept her awake. Because some nights he would find her sprawled on the couch, book fallen from her hands, and her brow would be furrowed and eyelids fluttering. It was in those moments that Cassian would take one of her slender hands in his and softly murmur her name. If she came close to waking he would flee like a coward, but Cassian knew it would crush Nesta to know someone had seen her so vulnerable.

Tonight though Cassian was the one staying up. Rhys had given him a task that was both extensive and urgent. With Feyre feeding more and more information to Azriel’s contacts and the battle with Hybern looming closer and closer, they needed every soldier that they could get. That included the female Illyrian’s. Rhys needed Cassian to come up with training regimes and incentives and just about everything else related to the matter. Immediately.

So now he sat in one of the large sitting rooms in the House of Wind on a couch in front of the fire, papers in his lap going over and adding to them. He hadn’t chosen this particular room by chance. This was the one that Nesta most often ended up in.

A little while later an incredulous snort announced Nesta’s arrival. She ignored him, really Cassian was surprised that she didn’t turn in the other direction and walk out. But she didn’t. Nesta just ignored Cassian completely and sat in an arm chair, facing away from him a book in her hand. Cassian let out a heavy sigh. She didn’t react, just kept her concentration on the book. Cassian sighed again dramatically and Nesta barely turned her head. Cassian took in a deep breath to sigh again but before he could a cold sharp voice stopped him.

“Don’t.”

Cassian smiled, “Whatever do you mean?”

“I know you’re there,” there was something hollow in Nesta’s voice that made the smile fall from his face, “so I don’t need you reminding me.”

“What else am I supposed to do when you choose to ignore me anyway?”

“You could leave,” Nesta’s voice was sharp as an Illyrian blade.

“Communal space Sweetheart. You can’t claim this entire room.”

Nesta sent a vulgar gesture halfheartedly over her shoulder and Cassian gave a small chuckle. But he knew something was wrong here, but he wasn’t sure how to get Nesta to talk about it. Silence now spread between them, neither of them making any attempt to break it. Cassian wanted to say something, broach this space between them, but when they spoke it was aggressive as they tore strips from each other. But now was not the time for that. If Cassian’s wings were… were what they had been, he would take her flying. Take her out into the open air and let her breathe in the sheer amount of space that flying gave him. The cold night air, the space, the freedom always made him feel better. But two minutes of flying, that would just be pathetic.

A heavy sigh made its way past Cassian’s lips and and Nesta’s head snapped up. Cassian quickly shut his mouth when he realised his mistake. He chanced a look at her face, well what he could see from where he sat, and even from his restricted view he could see her signature steely expression once again graced her face.

“Just so you know that sigh was entirely for my benefit,” Cassian said quickly.

“What possible benefits do you get from sighing?” Nesta asked.

“Well, it releases tension,” Cassian explained. “My thoughts had led to to a issue that I currently have no power to resolve. So the sigh…”

“I got it Cassian,” Nesta snapped, but it still seemed to lack its usual bite.

“Can’t say all my tension was released though,” Cassian said with a smirk. “Care to help me out with the rest?”

Nesta snorted, “You’re a pig.”

“Best looking pig you’ve ever seen. Am I right?”

“You are ridiculous.”

Cassian chuckled. Here they were. Where they always were. They we at that impasse where Cassian was willing to give everything but Nesta was going to accept nothing. Cassian sighed again.

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I keep thinking about dragon age podcast au but I literally have nothing except 1) Varric has a very very popular podcast that Cassandra works out to and occasionally sometimes maybe just a few nights a week falls asleep to, Varric can NEVER know, 2) Cole has no recording equipment or computer or even seemingly any understanding of what a podcast is and yet everyone eventually finds the untitled mp3 on their computer where he seems to be speaking directly to them, and 3) Cullen is not sure why the Inquisitor keeps staring at him so intensely every time he speaks. It is because she’s like 50 percent sure that several years ago she heard him call into a sex advice podcast based out of Kirkwall, she is like, maybe more than fifty percent tbh, but how do you ask, how do you ever ask (by being like “hey did you ever go on the internet radio and ask a woman named Isabela about butt stuff” but it’s hard to organically bring it up over the war table). But. She’s like. Kinda sure it was him, and this changes everything.

(It was in fact not him. It was Anders calling in, him and Isabela having a good time pretending not to know each other because Isabela was still trying to get listeners to actually call in to ask questions and she couldn’t keep asking Hawke because she’d bullied Hawke into calling in for the last four episodes and Hawke was astonishingly shitty at coming up with new voices. The Inquisitor, however, will never ask Cullen to confirm or deny, and as time goes on she becomes increasingly certain it was him, in fact she’s Sure that it’s him, she’s Positive she heard this stoic man publicly discuss Butt Stuff, and Cullen doesn’t know why the Inquisitor has taken to smiling so fondly but mysteriously at him but it does beat the staring. It very much beats the staring.)

Back To Us

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Pairing: Mac x Reader

Summary: Based off the song “Back To Us” by Rascal Flatts. Listen Here.


I know I say too little, yeah I’m gone too much. I don’t even remember the last time we touched. Every night it’s like you’re sleeping with someone you’ve never met, and waking up in a strangers bed.

Mac’s POV

We were growing distant, I knew it. How? Easy, because it was my fault. And what’s worse than that, Y/N knew it too. Our relationship wasn’t exactly easy nor did some describe it as normal. Being a secret agent didn’t help matters either, it was always one thing or another regarding work. If you asked anyone, particular Y/N, she’d tell you that was the main reason why sleeping next to me now felt like sleeping next to a stranger.

This morning was no different and I didn’t expect it to be. I walked into the kitchen in my dark grey sweatpants and saw her, coffee in hand typing rapidly on her laptop keyboard.

“Morning”, I gave her a smile which she returned but not as nearly as enthusiastic like all those times before, the old times.

Pouring myself my own cup of coffee, I had to fix this…fix our relationship.

“I’ve got a great idea”, that peaked her interest and she shut her laptop halfway and gave me her full attention. “Why don’t we pack our bags and go to the cabin you like so much? The one where we went to for our anniversary. The one where we…you know, slept together for the first time”. Her cheeks went rosy red.

She stood up and I hadn’t seen that sparkle in her eyes for months. “I’ll go pack a bag”.

“Don’t I get at least get good morning kiss?”. I raised an eyebrow and it certainly felt like things were starting to get back to how they used to be.

The chuckle that escaped her lips was like heaven sent, she stood on her tip- toes and placed a tender kiss against my lips, before I watched her disappear from view.

Just as she left the room my phone beeped several times. I cursed under my breath and checked to see who it was - The Phoenix Foundation. “No, no, no, not now”. I muttered furiously to myself.

Y/N came back with two bags in her hands and set them down near the front door. I exhaled deeply knowing that I was about to disappoint her and potentially put our relationship at risk…again.

She saw the look in my eyes, the one she’s seen so many times. “You have to go, don’t you?”. Sadly asking me.

I rushed over to her and placed two hands on her arms. “Matty texted, but I promise I’ll be back as fast as I can and then no more interruptions. I swear Y/N, we’ll make it to that cabin”.

Her hand gently laid upon my chest, “Please don’t make promises you know you can’t keep”.

That line cut deeper than any wound I obtained out in the field. Y/N turned her back and I watched her walk away for the second time, but this time she didn’t come back out of the room.

Normal POV

You waited until Mac left, it’s what he did most. Granted he couldn’t always predict when Matty was going to call with another mission, but lately it wasn’t feeling like a relationship and that worried you.

The cabin was an idea you wanted to run by Mac for a while and when he mentioned it things were starting to look up, then work intervened which cased your heart to sink.

It wasn’t until early evening Mac came back, you heard the front door lightly shut from the bedroom. Today hadn’t been productive at all, it was mostly you waiting for Mac to return home. He carefully opened the bedroom door, assuming that you were asleep.

“Your still up?”, he surprisingly stated.

“I couldn’t sleep, not until you were home”. Settling the book down on the nightstand.

Mac changed out of his blue shirt, dark blue jeans and leather jacket into his regular sleeping clothes - sweatpants and a simple plain t-shirt. Instantly he provided warmth as he crawled into bed.

Reaching to turn off the lamp, Mac moved his arm to stop you from doing so. “I know words aren’t going to prove to you that I still want this relationship. And I know things lately have been frustratingly difficult, which I take full responsibility for. But Y/N, please don’t doubt how much I  love you. Because I do, more than I ever imagined I would”.

He placed his hand onto of yours. “I don’t have a job that I can say no to, and that can take a toll on our relationship-”.

“Mac, you don’t have to-”.

He shifted his body weight to the side, so he was fully paying attention to you. “No, I do. Because you mean the world to me Y/N…and that’s why I asked Matty for a week off”. Your mouth dropped wide open. “I meant my promise to you this morning about making it to the cabin, we can leave tomorrow and spend the whole week there. What do you say?”.

Straddling Mac, you kissed him with the intensity that had been missing these last few months. His hands held onto your waist, smiling mid-way into the kiss. “I’m taking that as a yes”.

“Angus Macgyver, I’m so in love with you, never forget that”.

That night turned out majorly different from all the others. Upon falling asleep Mac leaned in and whispered, “When the sun comes around again, you won’t be waking up in a strangers bed”.