why has nobody noticed this before

School, Work… Stress, and Anxiety will chain you up, and drag you by your veins down, you can break those chains.. Why? CAUSE I KNOW YOU CAN! Nobody can tell you otherwise.. Stress can change people for a time.. even a long time.. Anxiety can make people say, and do things they don’t mean to do! Its not the person’s fault.. It never was..

Im not gonna tag anyone cause i’ve noticed that their has been some tense emtions around due to school, and work.. Just know I Know YOU can break these chains that keep you from flying higher than before.. If you need someone to talk to talk to me… I amy not understand truly.. but i can as hell try to cheer you up, and cheer for you!

Your Friend, Echo the Dragoness!

Someone else on tumblr pointed out that PASSENGERS might have been a more meaningful movie if it was about just THE ONE person dealing with being alone on the ship for the rest of their life.  And if, to cope, they go through and make it a point to learn everything they can about all of the other people on the ship.

And I just keep thinking about this idea.

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Fixing Septiplier

I saw this tweet and, yes, I can kinda agree.

People say its because Mark and Jack aren’t friends anymore, and I think thats not the case.

They still are friends, a lot, there are some parts in the livestream where they smile and talk to each other, but the thing is.

Its done where they’re not in the spotlight.

For example, Mark and Jack were tossing the toilet paper to each other and they were smiling at each other, but the camera men didn’t put them on the spotlight.

Also, Mark told Jack something and a big smile went on Jack’s face, but they were in the background, and the camera weren’t on them the whole time.

Mark and Jack always fueled the Septiplier ship back then and why don’t they do it now?

Well maybe they’re scared too?

Because back then:

The Septiplier ship was smaller, and people didn’t ship it as hardcore as they do now. They used to ship it as Mark and Jack did, in a silly, cute way.

But later on, people shipped it to a level that Mark and Jack never expected/wanted-

What I mean is smut, and people who believe they’re gay and they do love each other romantically.

Shippers who don’t ship it that way, or at least still know Septiplier won’t happen still [smut shippers], don’t worry, this isn’t completely your fault. I’m a shipper myself, so I know.

Like, do you really want drawings of you naked with a friend on the internet, especially when you’re as popular as them?

No, why would you?

Honestly, I think they might actually still wanna make those Septiplier moments keep going like they used to, but maybe they’re scared it’ll blow up and the shippers will take it too far?

It seems likely because,

it has happened.

They do sonething cute, it blows up, and now its madness and nobody can calm down.

Because if you’ve ever noticed, if you look at a Septiplier moment, its clear they’re extremely happy in each and every one.

But now they have to be cautious at every move they do on camera or else things will go nuts.

I don’t think they’re trying to sink the ship, I think they’re trying to make it back to the way it is.

But before you say “Then why don’t they just say they want the ship to calm down so they can be silly again?”

Well of course, THATS going to blow up. It doesn’t matter whether they giggle at each other or they actually do something cute, it’ll blow up either way. Its like some crazy curse. Literally, anything that includes Mark and Jack, there’s always someone going “OMG SEPTIPLIER AWAY, THEY LOVE EACH OTHER!!!” Like, come on dude, these are real people who don’t love each other romantically. Let them be them. Everything doesn’t have to be Septiplier. Why can’t it be just two friends being friends?

And just so people know, thinking Mark and Jack are actually gay, even though having girlfriends, IS NOT AN OPINION. NOT IN THIS SITUATION. ITS JUST WRONG.

There’s a difference between a fact and an opinion. And Mark and Jack being straight is a fact. They have girlfriends, who are each wonderful people, but they ALWAYS, constantly state they’re straight, they are NOT attracted to men. They are straight and have amazing ladies as their girlfriend and if you can’t respect that, then I don’t think you should be here. Think about it. (Thank you to anyone who said about Mark and Jack stating they’re straight constantly)

And if it gets to the point where Mark or Jack have to make a video on this topic, thats it. We can’t fix it then. Because if its so effective on their lives that they have to tell millions about it, is not only dissapointing, but clearly fuckin shows our fandom can’t control ships.

Because Mark and Jack are not the ones changing.

The Septiplier ship is changing, and not in a good way. We fucked up. They didn’t.

And how do we fix it?

Well, Septiplier is huge, A LOT of people ship it. Its literally the second most searched option when you type ‘Sep’ in the YouTube search bar.

And it won’t be something we can do overnight. Its going to be a slow process.

There’s a lot of us and we have to all agree.

We can’t just lay around, waiting until everything gets better. WE need to be that something that brings the ship back to the light.

The Septiplier ship ran into a harsh, big storm and we have to work together to get it out onto the right path.

I want this ship to how it started, where everybody shipped it for fun, and we didn’t attack other ships. Not saying all of us attack other ships, its just some Septiplier shippers actually do attack, I’ve seen it.

Because the more smut and hardcore shippers that join this ship, the more Mark and Jack have to be cautious.


They’re not sinking the ship.

They’re warning us to fuckin fix ourselves and the flaws of this ship, before its too late.

And honestly, Septiplier isn’t just a ship anymore, its a community that needs some fixing. Its also a place where Mark and Jack fans join together. Because Mark and Jack have a beautiful bond thats brought their communities together. And lets not break that bond.

Because Whats better?

Don’t do anything and Mark and Jack grow farther apart on camera.

Or fix our ship, bring it back to the light, and have Mark and Jack be able to have things normal again.

Now, how?

Well, all hardcore [smut, sex related] shippers and people who believe they’re gay have to stop. (Or keep the smut as far away as possible)

Its not right or polite and Mark and Jack wouldn’t appreciate or even consider you a fan at all if you continue.

Ship Septiplier as a bromance, or in a fluffy cute way, nothing too extreme like sex, or kinky shit.

I know this isn’t how Mark and Jack really act with each other, they most likely do a bunch of shit together off camera where we don’t ruin their fun.

We can fix this ship.

We just have to try.

I want Septiplier to become peaceful and happy again.

Because Jack used to be a fan of Mark. He started his channel because of Mark.

And even though they’re on different parts of the world, Mark managed to find a worthy person on YouTube who derserves so much more. And that was Jack.

They’ve been through a lot, from meeting in person for the first time, becoming great friends, to having a happy little ship.

Lets bring it back to those times. Mark and Jack don’t need to change. We need to.

Lets bring the happiness back in Septiplier.

And ships like Jelix or Pewdieplier, don’t become like this ship, don’t go too far. Don’t make YouTubers become seperate by their own fans.

Mark and Jack have done so much for us, now lets do something for them.

I know we can do this.

Lets fix Septiplier.

Update: For Cringemas I wasn’t able to watch the first part but I saw that Mark and Jack agreed Septiplier as a ship was pretty bad this year in that part. And that right there is why we need to fix this ship. They know this ship is getting worse. If 2016 was Septiplier’s bad year, lets makes 2017 Septiplier’s rebirth into the light. Thanks to everybody who wants this ship better, I appreciate it so much! Now I know we can really do this. In 2017, we’ll fix Septiplier. Together. [Lol a PS: I understand the people who say that we should let septiplier die, but remember they’re are still fans and hard-core shippers who will start drama and shit. I wish it can be that easy, but right now, fixing the ship and opening people’s eyes seems like the best option, thank you💕]
Black and blue (Peter Parker x reader)

Name: Black and blue

Requested: I loooovvveeeeddd Pizza Slices! You’re such an amazing writer! Can you do a Peter x reader where y/n’s parents are abusive so she knows how to treat wounds and she notices when Peter starts getting mysterious bruises so she helps him out and they just fall for each other? Thanks love *Cute kissy face*

Warnings: Family problems, abusive parents, bruises, mentions of physical abuse, swearing.

Plot: When her best friend comes to her with strange bruises and cute littered around his body, she takes it upon herself to help him. Meanwhile, Peter is slowly figuring out why she knows so much about tending to wounds in the first place.

(A/N): Another really sweet request! <3, I had to type this out with the screenshot on my phone so I couldn’t put in the sweet emoji. Just thought u should know that the ask had a cute kissy emoji. Ok, enjoy! If this isn’t what you wanted, please feel free to dm me or just shoot another ask my way! This was my last request, so please hmu with more! I don’t bite. Also, sorry if this is really cringy! I was really in a rut when writing this, I went through like 3 different endings! :?

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Breaking Rules

A huge thank you to the sweet @illumendes for the edit. And another one to my girls @shawndreaming , @bwshines , @be-lovedmoon , @foreverlostinyourlight , @littlew0nders and @jessyr for being so supportive. Lot’s of love x

Here he is, leaning against a pole, a drink in his hand. He can’t take his eyes off her.

She’s sitting at the edge of the pool, her legs drawing soft circles in the water. She is wearing high-waisted shorts that are so revealing. Showing off the globes of her ass and a tank top, nothing else.

She is laughing, but he can’t hear this beautiful melody from where he is. Oh but he can see that beautiful glow of her smile. Her shinning eyes.

He has seen those gorgeous eyes thousands of times, and he still can’t get over the effect they have on him. These two small anecdotes about her are bringing back lots of memories in his head.

The vivid memory of meeting her for the first time is the first one to reoccur. He remembers going to a party at Tom’s – one of his friends – like tonight. She was sitting on the couch when their gaze had met, and it’s at this exact moment that something happened. She was- fuck, is his girlfriend. But it shouldn’t be that way.

He suddenly remembers their first kiss, their first make-out session, their first fuck. A smirk appeared on his face at this thought.

Soon his thoughts were interrupted.

“Shawn?” a low voice asks.

He looks to his left to find no one other than Tom.

“Did you even hear me, dude? You aren’t even listening to me,” he says. Shawn simply shook his head.

“I said are you up to a good game of truth or dare?”

Shawn simply nods. He has trouble talking with Tom, knowing he was the one she was cheating with. But god, she is worth it. That beautiful skin of hers that tastes so sweet. It makes all the secrets and lies worth while.

He follows the other people inside and takes a place on the floor. Unfortunately, Tom takes the seat beside him, and she is nowhere to be found in the room. He only came here for her. To see her. Even if just for a few minutes.

A small hand is then placed on his shoulder startling him a little. And here she is, taking a place between her boyfriend and her lover. Her forbidden lover.

When Shawn sees Tom placing a hand on her thigh, he tenses. He knows his feelings are wrong. He knows the only thing he should feel is guilt. But he can’t help himself. It took all his strength not to react. He takes a deep breath. Yea, she is acting like Tom’s girlfriend but he knows she is his. His. This thought turns him on. Knowing that those legs, those beautiful legs belong to him. And the fact that their legs are touching doesn’t help.

He put all of his weight on his right arm so he could be closer to her and could whisper in her ear without people noticing.

“I really want to kiss you right now. I know I shouldn’t, and somehow that makes me want it more.” His voice is low and distraught.

She doesn’t reply.

Shawn wants to play. He brings his lips closer to her ear.

“Have you ever had sex on public?”

She shakes her head slowly. Not taking her eyes off the other people in the room. Trying to see if they notice what’s going on.

His voice was husky. She knows he was horny and so was she.

“I dare you to get on your knees right now. I would love to see it baby.”

She doesn’t have the time to react before the bottle lands on her.

“Truth or dare?” Matt asked.

“Truth” Her voice was barely audible.

“What’s the weirdest place you’ve ever had sex?”

She swallows thickly and looks around the room. A smirk appears on her face as she catches Shawn’s hesitant gaze out of the corner of her eye, what a good memory this is.

“On a washing machine”

Shawn smirks, hard. He knows it was with him. She had begged him to take her right there on that old washing machine. One of her friend had once told her that it was a good experience for her, and since then she had wanted to try this, Shawn just couldn’t say no. Anyway, this was quite the memorable experience for the two of them.

Not to say that this memory had turned them on even more, but they try and play it cool.

“You liked it, didn’t you?” His voice is sexual, full of lust.

She turns her head towards him biting her lips and nods.

Damn, she is so sexy. He could feel his cock getting harder.

Soon it was his turn.

“Truth or Dare?” Tom asks


“I dare you to spend seven minutes in heaven with whoever this bottle lands on, no exceptions.”

Shawn doesn’t like this idea, and neither does she. He wants it to land on her. He wants to be able to touch her. He turns the bottle. He is tense as he watches it spin around in a circle. Anticipation killing him by the second. The bottle starts to slow down, and come to a stop. By some odd chance of luck, it lands on her. He tries to hide his smile. She is looking at her boyfriend. Waiting for his approval.

“Rules are rules” he says nodding.

If only he knew. They enter the laundry. Hopefully everybody went back to the game. He doesn’t have the time to close the door before she is already kissing down his neck trying to tug at his shirt. He somehow manages to close the door, pushing her closer to him. He needs to feel her.

He lifts her up and put her on the washing machine.

“Well well darling here we are again”

They laugh quietly between their kisses.

Before long, his lips are on her neck, a moan tumbling out of her mouth.

“Shh.. Keep quiet my darling, you wouldn’t want Tom to heard us. Would you?”

She kisses him again, this kiss hungrier than the last. Spreading her legs wider so her crotch is being against his. He is so hard for her now, and she can feel it brushing against her leg. They moan into each other mouths at the friction.

She is grinding on him.

“Fuck, I can smell you”

This is too much for him. Seven minutes is not long enough for him. He puts his hands under her tank top, lifting her bra so he is able to kneed her naked breasts. His touch causing her to grind harder against him.

“I want you so bad Shawn”

She knew how to mess up with him. She doesn’t waste time and puts her hand on his crotch. Feeling his hard length. She wants him. Oh god does she, but he needs her more.

She begins biting his neck and whispers in his ear.

“Let’s makes this all about you, baby”

Then without warning, she slides her hand down his pants and boxer, jerking him off. He tilts his head back and lets out a low growl.

He puts his forehead against hers. They don’t need to speak. He tries to be as quiet as possible, but her hand around his cock was making this hard.

They look at each other, a smug on both of their faces. He is about to come, and she knows. She can see it in his face. A face she recognizes all too well. She begins to slow her hand.

Suddenly, someone knocks on the door.

"Alright guys, time’s up!”

They try to catch some air as they try to make themselves look presentable. She takes her hand out of his pants and sees that there is a bit of pre-cum on her finger. She smirks and looks him in the eyes as she licks it off her fingers. He groans. God why does she do this to him? They kiss each other one last time before he opens the door. They try to act as casual as they possibly can.

Their hair is in disarray with flushed faces. Her tank top is tucked into her shorts. She grins at him one last time before turning the corner to go find her boyfriend.

He notices her shirt, but is too proud to say anything. In fact, he has satisfaction knowing that he did that to her. She was something else. He walks back over to his group of friends and prays nobody asks him about his glorious seven minutes.

anonymous asked:

Yuri on ice truth or dare is my new favorite thing. Do with that what you will.

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thx to @forovnix for some of the ideas in this hot mess of a fic

Length: 2.3k; Rating: teen+;

Summary: There’s a party in Phichit’s hotel room after a Grand Prix Final event, and he knows exactly how to keep everyone entertained.

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It’s Phichit’s idea.


“Okay,” Phichit says as he tears apart a piece of paper, distributing the fragments among everyone. He had arranged all of the skaters in a neat circle a few minutes ago, including Yurio, who had scowled. Phichit’s hotel room is small, but it fits them all with ease. “Everybody write down one truth and one dare.”

“You only gave us each one piece of paper,” Leo points out. “You want us to write them both down on the same piece?”

Phichit blinks slowly, his tipsy mind trying to process the words. “No. Tear your paper in half.”

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Art by @upthehillart
I was looking through her dramione art and was inspired to write this Drabble off this picture.

Hermione Malfoy the new head of the ministry of magic

Flashback to year six in Hogwarts:
Since Hermione caught Ron cheating on her with Lavender Brown after a quidditch match. She has been spending even more time in the library because Ron and lavender keep snogging in the common room. Hermione is in the library she sees Draco sitting alone at a table everyday. One day she couldn’t take it anymore her curiosity getting the better of her. She goes over to the table and sits down interrupting Draco from staring out the window. “ Go away Granger.”

Hermione doesn’t move “ No we’ve come to some sort of a silent agreement after I punched you in third year you don’t call me mudblood anymore and I start being relatively nice to you.”

Draco nods but still doesn’t look at her “ Go away.”

Hermione not moving but looks around the part of the library there in is empty. “I’m still not leaving talk to me I’m the only one in this school who stands up to you and you like that. I saw you in potions the other day you looked completely out of it but my voice brought you back.”

Draco looks around its true her voice brought him out of his thinking “ Not here astronomy tower after curfew.”


After curfew Hermione slipped out of Gryffindor tower and sneaks up to the astronomy tower. She sees Draco looking out into the cold winter night. “ You came.”

Hermione walks up to him “ Your my friend and I want answers.”

Draco looks over at her she’s just in a pair of jeans and a sweater. They have been friends since the summer after she punched him. It’s like everything clicked after that he realized he had been a fowl loathsome evil little cockroach especially to her. When in reality he had feelings for her. One summer afternoon Hermione was in her room when an owl appeared outside her window she lets the owl on and there’s a note: Hermione I’m sorry for being extremely cruel and a fowl loathsome evil little cockroach to you. It’s just we were brought up so differently I was brought up to hate what you are when in reality I quite admire. Your just as smart as i am and your the only person in Hogwarts who I like. Plus nobody has ever punched me in the face before. Draco.

“ What do want to know?”

Hermione moved her hand over his on the railing. “What’s wrong with you why are you paler than usual, your not eating, you look distracted all the time your always alone?”

Draco looks down at her hand on his he likes that she’s noticed a change in him she’s the only one who has noticed. “ I have to do something but I can’t and it’s tearing me apart.”

Hermione looks over at him “ What do you have to do I’ll help you.”

Draco shakes his head and moves from the railing “ I can’t tell you. How do I know your not telling Potter all this?”

Hermione goes over to him “ I haven’t told anyone about our friendship and your lucky I didn’t tell anyone because Harry would of done a lot worse than just used Sectumsempra on you he might of actually killed you. Your so lucky I was walking past the bathroom when you two were fighting. I heard two people but hid when Harry came out I waited for the other person but when nobody came out I went in and there you were bleeding. I was so scared for you.”

Draco wipes a tear rolling down her face “ He’s going to kill if I don’t do this.”

Hermione brings Draco to the steps and turns to him she knows exactly who ‘He’ is. “He Draco please don’t tell me your with him. What is he making you do?”

Draco turns to her and rolls up his sleeve and shows her the dark mark on his arm
“ I had to there was no other way I have to kill Dumbledore he’s going to kill me if I don’t.”

Hermione puts her head on his shoulder “We will find a way around this I can’t loose you your the only person in this school who actually understands me both in knowledge and you know what I’m saying in just a look.”


The next school year Hermione is with Harry and Ron finding horcruxes every night after Hermione made sure they were asleep she would apparate to where Draco was. They would talk he told her what was going on, on his side she told him what was going on, on her side. They never told anyone else that they had secret meeting with each other.

At the battle of Hogwarts when Draco’s parents called him over Hermione was by his side she had her fingers entwined with his she whispers to him “ I’ll go with you.”

Draco looked at her they both have dirt on there faces her lip is cut and she has a couple small cuts on her forehead to him she still looks beautiful. He wants to keep her safe and with him. Then he looks at his parents Lucius is holding out his arm to come join them Narcissa is saying Draco come. He has two options stay and fight Voldemort and possible die or go with his mom he knows she just wants to keep him safe and alive. “ Do you trust me?”

Hermione looks up at him and squeezes his hand “ Of course.”

Draco looks down at her and runs his thumb over her cheek to get some of the dirt off her. “ I promise I will keep you safe.”

Hermione nods. Draco squeezes her hand and walks towards his parents with Hermione at his side. Hermione doesn’t look at anyone while she’s walking with Draco. Voldemort hugged Draco but not her. When they got to his parents Narcissa saw how her son and this girl were holding hands and saw how when they called Draco her son and this girl had a conversation before coming to them. She takes the two teenagers and they leave the battle.

Tonight is the third biggest night of Hermione Malfoy’s life. The first was when she married her husband and the second was when she gave birth to their four children the fourth being born only nine months ago. Tonight she is being named the minister of magic. She’s putting her black heels on with a red dress while her husband Draco Malfoy uses his wand to get the wrinkles out of his black suit. “ Draco can you tell Scorpius and Anya it’s time to get ready then dress Zane and Alexander while I finish up.”

Draco goes into his older sons room first and sees his five year old son who looks like a mini Draco and his twin sister Anya who looks like a mini Hermione with blonde hair playing with their toys on the floor of his bedroom. “ Scorpius, Anya time to get ready.”

Scorpius and Anya both look up at there father. “ Pick up your toys then Anya go to your room and pick out what you want to wear. Scorpius do the same while I have to get your brothers dressed.”

The twins nod and do what there told. Draco goes to his two youngest sons room they were born nine months apart from each other. He dresses both the nine month old and the one year old in suits. He puts them back in there cribs. Then goes to check on the twins he goes back to Scorpius’s room first who is just laying on his back on his bed. “ Why aren’t you dressed yet?”

Scorpius looks over at his dad in the doorway “ I have nothing to wear.”

Draco comes over to his oldest child and sits on the bed next to him “ Well how about a suit just like mine.”

Scorpius looks at his fathers all black suit and nods. Draco pulls out his wand and points it at his son and a second later his son is in a all black suit just like his dad.

He knocks on his only daughters door and hears his wife from inside the room say “ Wait a minute.”

After a minute both his wife and daughter come out his daughter wearing a green dress while his wife wears a red dress. “ You both look beautiful.”

Hermione kisses Draco and looks at little Scorpius at his fathers side “ You look very handsome Scorpius.”

Scorpius smiles up at his mom “ Thank you mom.”

Scorpius and Anya run off to there younger brothers room and tied to get them from there cribs. When there parents come into the room and see them. “ We’ll get your brothers go wait downstairs for us.”

The twins runs downstairs to wait for there parents. While the parents pick up there younger sons from their cribs and bring them downstairs. “ Now does everyone remember the rules?”

The twins nod and hold on to there parents. Anya hold on to Hermione while Scorpius holds on to Draco. They usually take the floo networks to travel but there apparating to the event tonight. Draco and Hermione hold hands and they apparate to the event hall.


A couple minutes after they arrive at the event. Narcissa and Lucius arrive to support there daughter in law. Hermione and Narcissa always did get along. Narcissa didn’t care that her son fell in love with a muggle born woman. She could see the happiness between the two and she loved seeing her son happy that’s all she ever wanted. Lucius on the other hand didn’t accept Hermione at all he didn’t like that she was muggle born he thought his son deserved better. At there wedding he finally start to tolerate Hermione only because Narcissa told him Hermione is not going anywhere he will just have to accept her. It was only after she gave birth to his first two grandchildren did he accept her into the Malfoy family.

Narcissa goes over to her grandchildren and hugs and kisses them. Hermione hands Xander to her while Draco hands over Zane to his father. You would never think that Lucius Malfoy ex death eater would love his half muggle grandchildren as much as he does but he has loved them since they were born.


Hermione and Draco are walking around the event when professor Minerva McGonagall walks over to them “ Congratulations Mrs. Malfoy, Mr. Malfoy.”

Hermione hugs her old professor/head of her house at Hogwarts “ Thank you professor McGonagall.”

Minerva was invited to Hermione and Draco’s wedding she went and she couldn’t of been more proud of her two former students. Breaking all barriers to be together being sorted into rival houses, hating each other from the beginning, to becoming friends. She saw it that day at the battle of Hogwarts how when Lucius and Narcissa called for there son to come to them Miss Granger was holding his hand and went with him. She always saw something between them even in second year when she was explaining the chamber of secrets to the class and they could have a whole conversation without even saying one word.

McGonagall notices the twins at there parents side “ And who are they?”

Both Malfoy’s look down at there oldest children “ This is Scorpius and Anya our oldest children there twins and there five. Narcissa is holding Alexander but everyone calls him Xander he’s our youngest he’s only nine months old and Lucius is holding Zane he’s one.”

McGonagall smiles at her former students they look so happy and in love. “ Two Malfoy’s at Hogwarts at the same time will they be saying your famous line Mr. Malfoy my father will hear about this.”

Draco looks down ashamed and Hermione lets out a little laugh.


Later Hermione sees her friends Harry and Ginny Potter and goes over to them “ You came.”

Harry and Ginny hug Hermione “ Yes and you brought your kids.”

Hermione smiles over at her husband, in laws and children “ Yes we usually leave them with Draco’s parents but because they were coming today. Do you know if he’s coming?”

Harry and Ginny know exactly who he is “ No he’s not coming he’s still bitter you married Draco and have four kids with him.”

Hermione nods and let’s out a breath of relief and looks down at her emerald wedding ring. “Good I can’t have him ruining this night like he tried to ruin our wedding.”

Flashback seven years ago:
Today is Hermione’s wedding day she is so excited and happy to be marrying Draco she couldn’t think of anyone else she would like to marry. She loves Draco so much and she knows Draco loves her so much. Hermione is getting ready with Ginny and Pansy. Yes Pansy Parkinson had become one of Hermione’s friends there not best friends like her or Ginny but with Pansy being best friends with Draco Hermione got to know Pansy better and they become friends.

Its just Hermione and Ginny in her changing room when there’s a knock on the door. Both girls turn to the door when Ron Wesley is standing in the doorway. “What are you doing here?”

Ron looks at hermione “ I want you back I’ve realized I made a mistake you can’t marry him.”

Hermione and Ginny both look at each other in shock and confusion “ You tell me this the day of my wedding. Why do you think I shouldn’t marry Draco.”

Ron coming further into the room “ Because I love you and it’s Malfoy he only cares about himself he also thinks he’s better than everyone else.”

Hermione looks down at her red and gold engagement ring then at her white wedding dress. “ You don’t know him anymore he’s changed Ron you need to leave.”

Hermione turns to look at herself in the mirror and ignores Ron in the doorway. He leaves and finds Draco’s changing room he’s the only one in there he is straightening out his suit getting ready to walk to the alter. When he sees red hair in the mirror he only knows one person with red hair was invited to the wedding but this wasn’t Ginny. He turns around with his wand out “ Locomotor Mortis.”

Ron’s legs and hands bind he falls down and Draco walks over to him “ What are you doing here weasel?”

Ron glares up at him trying to get to his wand so he can untie himself “ Hermione doesn’t want you she wants me she just told me herself when she attacked me so happy to see me she begged me to get her out of here.”

Draco glares at him not believing a word he’s saying. “ Accio wand.”

Rons wand flies out of his pocket and lands in Dracos hand who puts it on the opposite side of the room “ Have fun getting that weasel. I have a wedding to get to.”


Hermione and Draco are at the alter Hermione just said I do it’s Draco’s turn to say I do when the doors of the church burst open and Ron is standing in the doorway. “ They can’t get married.”

All three Malfoy’s pull out their wands and point them at Ron. Lucius holds his wand up “Avada.”

Hermione isn’t his favorite person in the world he doesn’t even really like her but he does love his son who is marrying Hermione plus he never liked any of the Weasleys. Hermione watches as her future father in law gets ready to use the killing curse on her old best friend/ex boyfriend. Hermione can’t reach her wand which is under her wedding dress in her garter belt. She sees Draco has his wand out and she really wants Lucius to accept her Into the Malfoy family but she doesn’t want her father in law to go back to Azkaban. “ Draco give me your wand.”

Draco was just watching all this he’s also mad Weasley got free. He hands over his wand and Hermione points it at her father in law “Expelliarmus.” She does the same with Ron’s wand who is pointed at all three Malfoy’s.

Lucius wand goes flying out of his hand he looks up at the minutes to be married couple Ron glares at them. Hermione gives Draco his wand back. “Now this is a wedding a joining of two people not a battle. Ron your not even supposed to be here you weren’t invited yes I’m marrying Draco I love him and he loves me. You can’t break us up. ”

Ron takes a step forward and Pansy is next to Ginny she gives Ginny her flowers “ That’s it you’ve ruined my best friend’s wedding enough.”

Pansy goes to walk towards Ron when she smiles at the couple “ I got this also congratulations.”

Pansy pulls her wand out from underneath her dress. “ Wingardium leviosa.”

Ron starts to float in the air and yells to be put down. Pansy walks him out of the church then stops the spell and watches him drop back to the ground and run away. She turns back to everyone “ Continue.”


Everyone is seated and there are people giving speeches about how wonderful a person Hermione is and how she will make an excellent minster of magic. Harry gave a speech and so did McGonagall on how smart Hermione is. Kingsley Shacklebolt the last minister goes up to the podium. “ Now we will hear from Draco Malfoy.”

Hermione turns to him with surprise all over her face. “ I didn’t know you were giving a speech.”

He kisses her on the forehead “ I’ve supported you this whole campaign now it’s time to tell you how much you mean to me.”

“ I am extremely proud of my wife Hermione Malfoy there is no one more qualified to run the ministry of magic then her she will be an amazing minster not only to the wizarding world but to the muggle world as well. Having come from the muggle world and is the brightest witch in the wizarding world. She made the Malfoy family not only whole but see the light when we were in never ending darkness. Being minister will be nothing for her she is the smartest, bravest person I know. ”

Everyone gives Draco a standing ovation for his speech. When he got back to the table that seats his wife their children and his parents. Hermione gives him a kiss. “ Thank you I loved your speech it was beautiful.”

It’s Hermione’s turn to give her accepting speech she kisses Draco one more time and walks up to the podium. “ All the speeches were lovely tonight. The campaign for minister was not easy I had stiff competition with Oliver wood and I was pregnant with my fourth child. But through it all I came out ahead. And I am honored to be the first woman minster of magic. I want to give a huge shout out to my husband Draco who has been my biggest supporter since I announce my running. I remember one day I came home I was busy all week campaigning and I told my him I don’t think I can do this anymore I was so exhausted. He told me I can do this and that if anyone deserves to be minister it should be me. I should also say at the time I was nine months pregnant and due any day. Still through all the obstacles I faced threw this campaign I came out on top. I am extremely lucky I have a extremely supportive husband and four healthy children. I am going to try to be the best minister of magic you have ever seen.”

Hermione’s speech gets a standing ovation too. After all the speeches Rita Skeeter wants a photo of the Malfoy family for the front page of the Daily Prophet. Hermione holding Xander and Draco holding Zane stand behind Scorpius and Anya on stage while Bozo one of the daily prophets photographers snaps their picture.


After the event the Malfoy family apparate to there mansion. When they got engaged they bought this mansion. Before they had kids it was so big and empty but once they got married and had Scorpius and Anya the mansion didn’t seem big at all. Draco puts Xander and Zane to bed while Hermione puts Scorpius and Anya to bed. Hermione goes to her bedroom and puts on her silk green nightgown while Draco puts on a pair of Slytherin pajamas pants and gets in bed. Hermione snuggles into his side and puts her head on his shoulder while he runs a hand threw her hair and kisses her forehead. “ Thank you.”

Hermione looks up at him confused “ For what I didn’t do anything.”

Draco smiles down at her and pecks her on the lips “ For punching me in the face all those years ago. It was the wake up call I needed to finally understand the feelings I had for you. It wasn’t just that I need punched it was a muggle born punched me I realized that day that were not different you can hurt me just as much as I can hurt you.”

Hermione leans up and kisses him “ Even after all this time I don’t regret punching you. You had it coming.”

Draco lets out a little laugh “ Did you ever think back in third year I’m punching my future husband?”

Hermione running her hand over Draco’s bare stomach “ No I just thought I’m punching this evil little cockroach who has it coming.”

Draco turns over to her and hovers over her and leans down and kisses her “ I love you Hermione Malfoy.”

Hermione puts her arms around his neck and kisses him back “ I love you too Draco Malfoy.”

newsies camp counselors au part 3

continuation of this and this

  • ok so no doubt you have noticed that the entire camp seems to be in denial about jack and crutchie being in a relationship
  • “hey where’s crutchie”
  • “idk the art shop?”
  • “why is he always there anyway”
  • “who knows”
  • they’ve literally been together for 3 years
  • they live together
  • but nobody has ever questioned this
  • because they’re already like super best friends???? and nobody really noticed the change because they’ve always been really affectionate like that. and they made out at least twice before they started dating
  • so they can’t really be blamed for not figuring it out
  • but seriously
  • so, one rare occasion
  • for intersession, the time between different age groups’ camp sessions, there are exactly ZERO CHILDREN on camp
  • so of course the whole weekend is a little crazy
  • it’s mostly just copious amounts of alcohol, getting out all the cursing they’ve been holding in all week, some skinny dipping, 3am walmart trips that take until 9 the next morning, etc etc
  • that sunday, the day before the campers come, something happens
  • something that would come to be known as The Incident
  • in which davey walks in on jack and crutchie in the art shop
  • .
  • it’s really awkward for jack and crutchie of course
  • but davey just gets this Horrible, Terrible Psycho Grin on his face and he starts laughing
  • it’s a little bit terrifying
  • they make him promise to shut up about it but they know that won’t happen
  • sidenote: it is important to know that there’s a sign in the art shop warning that no more than 20 people are allowed on the back porch
  • anyway so
  • davey has that weird smile on his face for the next 24 hours at LEAST
  • so the 16-18 year old age group arrives the next day and they’re just sitting down for their first campfire, when the camper in charge of campfire says:
  • “uhh…. and up first is… davey, with poetry.”
  • this cannot be good
  • the poem is written with the quotes painted all over the art shop walls
  • it’s called “sex in the art shop”
  • the best line: “sex is allowed, but no more than 20 people!”
  • everyone mcfreakin loses it
  • crutchie just emits a high-pitched whine through the entirety of it
  • jack looks like he’s just had an aneurysm
Therapy pt. 2 (Cold Blooded) / Harry Holland

Requested: Yes! Here’s a prequel to Therapy based on Khalid’s song Cold Blooded. You can find the first part here!

Summary: It’s a week before the game and Harry finally decides to do something about the tension between him and YN. Be it for better or for worse, they don’t know. 

Rating: R for language and vague smut 

A/N: I’d love to write more of this series if anyone would like to read it! If you’d like to read anything else, feel free to slide into my ask box, requests are open!

He had fucking dreamt about you. You had been in his dreams.

Usually, Harry’s dreams were a calm time for him to process the day’s events, or think about new short film ideas. But now even his subconscious was tainted with you.

He remembered his dream from the moment he woke up, sitting up immediately and rubbing his eyes harshly. You had been on top of him, in his dream. Your eyes had been tightly shut, your mouth hanging open and your head thrown back as your hips ground down into his.

It had felt so real, he remembered how your skin felt on his hands and how your mouth felt on his own. He had woken up and for the first few seconds had wondered why you weren’t there beside him like he’d expected after having his dream. But now he was fully awake, thirty minuets before his alarm was set to go off. And he was alone, with nobody but himself to take care of the problem that the dream has created.

He was hard. Painfully so. And so he found himself thinking about you in his bed and in the shower. He couldn’t get you out of his mind no matter what he did. He thought of you while getting dressed and almost failed to notice that he initially put his shirt on backwards. He burnt his finger on the toaster as he rushed out of the house towards his brother’s car, already filled with Tom and Sam. Harry had missed Sam calling shotgun, of course, due to being lost in thought.

By the time he got out to the car after Tom blared the horn multiple times, he was forced to find a spot in the backseat. At first, Tom and Sam bickered over what radio station to play, and for once Harry offered no input into the discussion.

Tom, being the oldest and priding himself on being a bit more mature, noticed Harry’s quiet mood. “What crawled up your ass this morning?” He inquired, turning the radio down a few notches and raising an eyebrow at Harry from the front seat, making eye contact with the mirror that pointed back through the car.

There was genuine concern in Tom’s voice, but his phrasing kept his concern at the casual, older brother level that everyone was comfortable and familiar with. “Nothin’, why don’t ya keep your eyes on the road?” Harry quipped quietly, pushing toast into his mouth to avoid having to talk about anything this early in the morning.

Tom rolled his eyes and shook his head slightly but shifted on his seat to face the road as Harry suggested. “I bet it’s YN, did she win that award you guys were going up against each other for? For photography club?” Sam suggested, turning in his seat to examine his twin, who remained solemn in the backseat, his legs stretching to either side of the space, his backpack next to him on the seat. Harry shook his head quickly.

“No,” he spoke with toast still filling his mouth, crumbs flying. “Oh, well what’d she do this time? You have that look,” Sam was trying to help, Harry knew he was, but he was beginning to feel obsessed with YN, and now the last thing he wanted to do was talk about her more.

“What look?” Harry questioned flatly, trying to change the subject even for a moment. “The look you get when you’re thinking really deeply about something,” Sam explained cavalierly, turning back around in his seat with a knowing smile plastered on his face. Harry tried to get the words out as quickly as possible and when they left his mouth they tripped over each other. “I-I don’t get a fuckin- what look are you even talking about? That doesn’t make any sense-”

“Relax,” Sam said with a laugh, Tom chuckled in the front seat and briefly turned around to view his defensive brother. “I’m-” “Harry, chill, mate,” Harry sighed and realized that he was literally on the edge of his seat. He sat back heavily and Tom turned fully around again to face the road without having to be prompted. Sam held back a knowing smile. “I’s not a bad look, can just tell you’re thinking really hard, ’s'all,” Harry nodded, ingesting the information.

“So, what’re you thinkin’ so hard about then?” Sam asked gently, his body contorted so he could see his twin fully. Harry shrugged. “Just tired, thinking ‘bout midterms and m’ project for photography club,” Sam nodded. “You’re in Morrison’s class aren’t ya this semester? His midterm kicks ass,” Sam spoke with an air of sympathy and Harry nodded, raising his eyebrows in acknowledgment. “Yeah, it does, ‘specially when you 'aven’t been paying attention for the last six weeks,” he added with a small laugh.

“Why haven’t- oh, isn’t YN in that class with ya?” The knowing smile had returned and Sam’s eyes twinkled, creases appearing near his eyes as his cheeks raised slightly. Harry answered 'yes’ but quickly added. “But that’s not why I’m not paying attention, I don’t give a fuck about her, okay?” He tried to lie but even he knew from the moment the phrase left his mouth that it didn’t sound at all convincing.

Tom raised an eyebrow in the rear view mirror at Harry and Sam held back a laugh. They tried to keep it in but within seconds both of his brothers were laughing so hard Harry almost worried the car would swerve. “'I don’t give a fuck about her’, yeah, that’s convincing, Harry, you should really be acting in these short films you make,” Tom giggled. Sam mocked him again and Harry just slumped in his seat, rolling his eyes once again this morning.

“I don’t,” he whined. “Oh, but you so clearly do,” Tom countered with a laugh, his face flushed. “Haven’t you guys been letting sexual tension build for like, five years now? She’s in your grade isn’t she?” Tom inquired lightly, still catching his breath from laughing.

“There isn’t any sexual tension, dumbasses, we just don’t get along,” Harry said, his arms crossing. “Oh, I don’t get along with plenty of people, but I don’t freak out when I hear their name,” Tom snickered, Sam continued to stare into the backseat. “I didn’t freak out,” Harry mumbled defensively. “Alrighty then,” Tom replied with a shrug, unconvinced.

Sam, however, continued to look at him and Harry felt like he was under a microscope under the caring eye of his brother. “So, if I happen to run into YN at lunch today, should I say hello? Maybe invite her to dinner tonight?” Tom continued to tease, both hands on the wheel and eyes on the road, glancing back every so often to admire the product of his teasing, Harry’s clear annoyance. “Shut up.” Harry groaned.

Tom and Sam continued to crack jokes and all Harry wanted them to do was leave the topic of YN well enough alone. By the time they pulled into the school Harry never wanted to hear about YN again, but Tom and Sam refused to let it go. Tom messed with his hair teasingly as they entered the building. Sam started composing a song about how Harry was going to do something about the hypothetical sexual tension he suffered from, tapping on lockers to the rhythm of the song and grinning to himself as Tom joined in for the chorus.

Before they could, Harry lashed out, his voice cutting through the air like a dart. “Can you guys shut the fuck up already?” Harry winced as his voice came out much sharper than he’d anticipated. His brothers immediately stopped, eyes widening. “Alrighty then,” Tom said, backing away a few inches from Harry with his hands raised in mock surrender. Sam stopped the shuffle he had done in time to his song and huffed, shoving his hands in his pocket, letting his shoulders roll forward a bit.

“Sorry, I just,” Harry didn’t know what to say. “Why do you care? Isn’t YN like, cold blooded according to you?” At the very moment the words left Tom’s mouth, YN appeared in front of them.

Walking out of a door, YN’s path intersected with that of the three eldest Holland boys, and before any of them could say anything, jaws dropping in surprise. YN shoved past them. She made sure her shoulders angrily knocked against Harry’s when he turned around to say something in protest, she continued to walk backwards, facing him as she moved away.

“Oh, hope you didn’t get frostbite there, Holland, with my cold bloodedness and all,” she rolled her eyes and pivoted to walk forward, shaking her head and trying to clear her mind of the incident. YN couldn’t even recall why they had this dumb feud thing going on in the first place.

If she was honest with herself, Harry was cute, and funny, and talented. He was driven and smart and she definitely felt something for him. She just wasn’t quite sure what she felt, something passionate, something that lay between overwhelming rage and deep friendship.

The two of them went through the day glaring at each other at every possibility. The tension between them had seemingly reached a breaking point, the two of them tip-toeing around each other while still making no effort to settle things down between them. After school they both turned in their projects for the contest that they’d been preparing for weeks, photography may have been an extracurricular but that meant very little in regards to how much it matter to both YN and Harry.

“Hope you brought tissues for when my project wins, love,” Harry snipped at her on his way to the teacher’s desk to turn in his large paper covered in his hard work, rolled up like a scroll to protect it from any harm throughout the day. “I hope you brought a change of heart for when you’re begging me to at least pretend like you were any kind of competition for me,” YN snapped back.

The two of them went about their day until the end of photography club, when everyone packed up their bags, waving goodbye to each other and making their way from the room at a leisurely pace. Of course, YN and Harry were the only ones left in the room, both scrambling to get their things together so they could avoid seeing each other again for the day.

YN hiked her backpack up onto her shoulders and quickly made her way from the classroom, bidding the teacher at the desk a good afternoon before letting the door close behind her. It didn’t have a chance to close, however, as Harry was hot on her heels. “Hey- YN, stop,” Harry requested firmly, following her fast pace down the halls towards the front doors of the school.

“No, what do you want, Holland, make it quick,” YN spat back angrily, still sore from the comments she’d heard coming from his siblings that morning. “Just, just stop for a fucking second, YN, god,” Harry was growing tired physically and mentally of the chase they always seemed to be participating in. He was tired of chasing and being chased and tired of having YN constantly running through his head. “What do you want, Holland, just spit it out already, you’d think that if you could talk shit about me then you could at least say something to my face.”

YN whipped her body around in a tight pivot, so fast, that Harry crashed into her abrasively, the two of them knocking together like magnets that instantly rejected the other’s charge. They separated quickly, Harry nearly panting at the quick speed he’d had to maintain to keep up with YN mixed with their sudden run-in. “I-” suddenly, Harry went completely mute, unsure of what to say. YN looked at him expectantly.

“What, did my cold-blooded ice queen powers freeze up your vocal chords or something?” She snarled, letting her eyes roll dramatically with a shake of her head before beginning to walk away again. Harry caught her arm in his hand and clutched on for dear life. “No, I’m sorry, I didn’t put that phrase in his head on purpose of anything okay, I’m sorry,” Harry said, quietly at first but gaining volume when he thought of how ridiculous the whole situation was.

YN nodded, seeming a bit underwhelmed. This only fueled the fire that burned in Harry’s chest whenever he thought of YN, without thinking he grasped her face in his hands and brought their faces together suddenly. Their lips pushed together with a force Harry could have never imagined. He pushed her up against the wall, her backpack falling down her arms, allowing her back to become flush with the wall due to the pressure Harry’s body pushed on her. Her hands found his tee-shirt and grasped onto the hem in closed fists, pulling his hips to meet her own. She rolled her hips, applying pressure and didn’t need to do much investigating to figure out how hard Harry was beneath the tight jeans he was wearing.

Before they knew it, they were nipping at the other’s lips, and sucking on each other’s necks, both of them trying to keep in their moans and whimpers and praying that nobody would walk through the hallway and see them. YN’s legs now wrapped around Harry’s waist, her arms around his neck and her back still against the wall.

They stopped for a moment to catch their breath and before Harry could say anything, YN panted out: “If I was really cold blooded, I’d leave you hanging,” she reached down between his legs and applied just enough pressure to make Harry’s stomach drop and his head fall to her shoulder. “Your car or mine, Holland?”

And that was how the two of them found themselves with nearly no clothing on, in the back of Harry’s car. Harry had never been more grateful for his car coming out of the shop than he was now. His parents had dropped it off midday so his brothers wouldn’t have to wait for him after photography club, and he couldn’t believe his luck. YN had been on her knees for him in the cramped backseat, working magic on him with her mouth, her tongue and her lips.

Now, his hands were roaming YN’s body with a fervor he’d never felt before, their hips rolling into each other’s with a speed he barely thought possible, YN’s moans synonymous with music in his mind. They kissed and bit at each other, YN’s fingers leaving slight scratches on Harry’s back. She sank down on him and swiveled her hips around feverishly, bringing them to both finish quickly, with her legs quivering and her head thrown back, eyes shut, just like in his dream. This was the first time Harry had heard YN call him by his first name, it had never sounded so good in his ears before, he hoped he would never forget how his name sounded coming from her mouth in breathy moans.

As they pulled their clothes back on, Harry had never been more excited about the dull sting that his shirt brought to his back due to the new scratches he couldn’t wait to examine in the mirror when he got home. “Well, I guess that was an adequate apology,” YN said with a smirk, pulling her clothes on with great speed.

They both knew this was an understatement, YN had come at least twice in the time they’d shared together, her legs still a bit wobbly as she walked from Harry’s car to her own, getting in it and driving away before she could question their actions with Harry in such close proximity.

What the two of them knew without doubt, though, was that there was no way things could go back to the way they were before.

[ Imagine #30 ] Fear of making things awkward ~ Newt

Fandom. The Maze Runner

Pairing: Newt x reader

Word count: 2000 words

Request: Can you do a Newt x Reader where the girl jumps out of the box when she first comes up, and starts fighting the other gladers, then runs for the maze, and everyone thinks she’s so badass. But Newt manages to get to her before she gets to the maze because he’s a runner (this is before he tried to jump). You can take it wherever from there. Thanks so much!☺️☺️☺️ ~ by @fangirlsareawesome45

A/N: I really hope you like it and it’s what you had in mind? Also thanks for the request <3

A/N 2.0:a big thank you to @subjecta2-fanvergentfangirl​  for proofreading this and thinking of the title that is literally so much better than everything i could think of <3 

Enjoy reading, feedback is appreciated ^^



You opened your eyes to darkness, laying on your stomach, your face pressed at something that felt like a cold metal grid.
It was dark, not the comfortable darkness, but one that felt like a thick layer on your senses and caused you to shiver uncontrollably.

You pushed yourself up with your arms and got on your knees, carefully beginning to crawl forward, trying to figure out where the heck you were.

It seemed like the cage - at least you assumed it was a cage, since in every direction you would feel, you would meet the cold grid - you were into moved, but you couldn’t tell if upwards or downwards, the darkness definitely impaired your eyesight.

Some cases and boxes stood in one of the corners, which you had noticed after hitting your head painfully at one of them while crawling through the darkness. You weren’t able to open any of them, except one, which didn’t seem to have been closed properly by whoever had placed them here.

This one box contained some kind of knives or machetes, which you also had to learn the hard way, as you almost chopped off one of your fingers when you tried to find out what it was. But at least you had some kind of weapon now, for whatever waited for you when you got out of here.

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they thought he was a mystery

-but when Ryan first joins the crew, mask on and eyes sharp, it only takes a few days before they learn that he’s mute. he never says anything; he writes what he has to say if it needs to be written. he never asks anyone for help if he can help it– it takes too much paper, and he’d rather just go out and do it or get it himself.

- and of course nobody really thinks in-depth about this. why would they? they write it off as security reasons; speech is one less factor that’ll make it hard to erase yourself from the cop’s database, right?

- but it comes to a couple weeks when Ray notices that Ryan’s muteness might run deeper than that.

- because there have been times where Ryan would perk, sit up a bit straighter– almost like he were about to say something–, then stop.

- Ray finds it odd, and he thinks it may just be because he’s never met a mute killer before. However, he can’t help the tingle in the back of his brain. Someone who was mute their whole life would have learnt by now /not/ to speak up, right? They would know not to even try, right?

- Yet there would be times where Ryan /did/ go to speak. So he couldn’t have been mute for his whole life, or most of it.

- So Ray starts observing.

- He sees Ryan jumping every time someone raises their voice. He sees Ryan immediately snap to attention, shoulders rigid and eyes hard, every time Geoff gives an order. He sees Ryan /obey/.

- And that’s when Ray realizes that Ryan wasn’t born mute, or he didn’t go mute because of an injury.

- He was /trained/ to be mute.

- Ray should have expected this, given Ryan’s background. The Vagabond was an attack dog, and had been for many years for many other crews. His databases held the summaries; worked for so-and-so crew for blank amount of years, did this and that. Yet they never went deeper, never said what he /did/ or what happened to /him/.

- And previously, Ray would have compared Ryan to a broken piece of glass. Yet now he could see he was more of a beaten dog; ready to give up, to stop making noise and to follow. So broken that it had given up on trying to fight back.

- Ryan wasn’t mute from choice– far from it. He was mute from years of torture, of pain, of being afraid and prodded too many times.

- And suddenly the Vagabond wasn’t an attack dog to Ray anymore. He was no longer a sociopath, his voice being one less tie people could cut. The Vagabond was suddenly /Ryan/, a broken man who had been demoted to a monster.

- It became more evident as time went on; how he would flinch and shy at any touch. How he would almost go to fight for things he thought was right, but think better of it and stay where he was. How he would take half a step forward, then two steps back.

- Ray can see the man trying to light a fire, trying to have some spark light in himself, but failing every time.

- It’s past the second month when Ray speaks up.

- “Why don’t you speak?”

- It’s just four words spoken on a drive to nowhere, something said while Ray looks at his jagged nails. He doesn’t want to look at Ryan, doesn’t want to make it seem like this question mattered, even if it does. He wants it to be something said in passing, something that hopefully wouldn’t shut Ryan in further.

- A moment passes and Ray looks over. Ryan’s hands are on the steering wheel, and it’s a far cry from the loose one hand that Ryan usually has. He doesn’t look tense by normal standards, yet Ray can read him. He can see his tense shoulders, how he’s too focused on the road.

- But his head is also tilted. It’s in such a slight angle that only someone who had known him for long would have noticed. It’s a question.

- “You know how, I’m assuming.” Ray continues. There’s a lump in his throat, something that makes his voice uneven, that he can’t really explain.

- He looks back at his nails and he can hear Ryan sigh. It’s such an odd thing to hear; really /any/ sound from Ryan is an odd thing to hear. Yet this sigh seems a bit more deflated, more dead than Ray can pinpoint.

- Something lets Ray feel selfishly disappointed. It’s a dumb thing to feel, all things considered. He wasn’t sure what he was hoping for– some miraculous bit of speech, some little hum of agreement, /something/. But it’s obvious he wasn’t going to get anything; Ryan’s mute, and it’s not like he could have–

- Something moves out of the corner of Ray’s eye. Ryan nods. It’s a short, curt gesture, but it’s /there/ and it’s more than Ray expected to get.

- Ray looks over, amazed and starting to feel a bit light headed. “You know how to talk? But… /can/ you speak?”

- It takes another minute. Another long minute, where they pass trees and signs and wildlife. Where a million conversations could have been had, a million words could have been spoken.

- But instead, Ryan just nods again.

- And Ray wants to press; he wants to let Ryan know that it’s okay to talk– it’s okay to be /free/. He wants to let Ryan know that there are no blows here; no punches, no shouts, no whips. None of them would ever dare to do that to a Crew member, no matter what they did. They were all family, something close and tight and impenetrable. They were the shelter from the storm, the safe house in the middle of a desert.

- Yet a part of Ray knows, it just /knows/, that pressing Ryan would never change anything. It wouldn’t make Ryan realize what was happening, and it sure as hell wouldn’t correct years of psychological torture and pain. He knows that he wouldn’t be the first person to press, and he won’t be the last.

- So he keeps quiet, and he hopes that he can, at least, be the one that makes a change.

Imagine meeting the Originals-Part 5

Hi, hello, bonjour :)

Part 5

Please note that I am French so there might be some grammar mistakes here and there :)

Enjoy !

(Takes place in 2x14)

Originally posted by lifeofvampirediaries

You meet Caroline and help Bonnie with a spell.

Robert was gone for the week. It was a work thing he didn’t really explain but you didn’t mind. 

Bonnie was supposed to come over for the night but she called and canceled. Apparently, Caroline had been abducted by werewolves and got hurt in the process. Stefan and Damon rescued her but she was still shaken up. She and Elena were going to spend the night at the blonde’s.You didn’t really understand what was going on or why the werewolves took Caroline but you didn’t ask, figuring it was none of your business.

You had trouble falling asleep once again, you were scared of the nightmares. You woke up early. Actually, a nightmare woke you up. You got out of your bed quickly. You didn’t know what to do.

 After you got out of the shower you decided not to cook breakfast because you weren’t feeling like eating anything. 

You could remember the nightmare this time. You were back at the old dirty house were you first learn about the existence of vampires. You were alone in the house but you couldn’t get out. Every time you tried to leave you were entering the same room again. Then Trevor and Rose joined you followed by Elijah. Rose was screaming, in pain and Trevor’s head was falling on the ground. That’s when you woke up.

Rose… Bonnie told you she was dead because of a werewolf bite.

Your ringtone pulled you away from your thoughts. You looked at your phone and saw Bonnie’s name. You took a deep breath and shook your head before answering.

“Hello?” you say, trying to keep your voice steady.

“Y/N, hi! I didn’t wake you, did I?”

It was around 9 AM.

“No, not at all, what’s up?”

“I’m so sorry I canceled last night but Caroline needed me…”

“Don’t apologize I completely understand! How is she?”

“Caroline? She’s good! She says hi!”

You figure out, she is still at the blonde’s place.

“Elena’s leaving with Stefan for the week-end and Caroline and I were planning on having lunch at the Grill, we wondered if you wanted to come with us… You know… To make it up for last night?”

You didn’t know what to answer, her request surprised you.

“Hey Y/N!” you hear Caroline’s voice on the phone.

“Hello Caroline, how are you feeling?”

“I’m good, look, we’re having lunch at the Grill at noon, be there, we’re not asking! Bye”

You don’t have time to reply because she hung up on you. She sounded friendly and joyful. 

You sighed. It’s not like you had a choice anyway. It would be rude not to show up. Besides, you were curious to know why they wanted you there.

You arrived early at the Grill but they did too because they were already there.

“Y/N!” you hear Bonnie calling your name.

“Hi!” Caroline says with a bright smile on her face. She seemed okay, she didn’t seem hurt at all.

“Hello” you say, timidly.

“I have so many questions for you” the blonde tells you.

“You do?” you don’t believe her, she was going to be disappointed if she was expecting some great stories about your life.

You sat down at a table and ordered lunch.“I don’t know what to tell you, Caroline…”

“Tell me about you!” she says like it was obvious.

You stare at her.“Uh…Well… I’m Julie Jonhson” you weren’t sure they knew your last name. “I’m in last year of high school….”

“What do you like?” Caroline cuts you off.

“What do I like? Well…”

“She likes to draw” Bonnie answers for you.

“Really?” Caroline sounds interested. 

“What do you draw?”

“Pretty much anything…” you answer. “But, I had some inspiration problem recently…” you say, taking a bite of your meal.

“Really? Do you know why?” Bonnie asks

“I haven’t been sleeping much… And I just discovered about… the supernatural…My head’s a mess right now…”

“You’re having nightmares?” Bonnie asks, a worried look on her face.

You nod.

“Don’t worry, it gets better” Caroline says. You weren’t sure she meant that.

You keep talking. You learn that Caroline was dating Matt but they also talk about what was going on in this town. You hear about Tyler being a werewolf and that Luka’s dad had helped them escape the werewolves last night. Something that surprised all three of you.

“So, tell me about this big witchy plan you’ve been cooking up?” Caroline asks Bonnie.

You frown. A witchy plan?

“We still don’t know the extend on what’s Elijah’s up to”

“No we don’t” the blonde nods.

“So, I’m gonna ask Luka to tell me what he knows”

You raised your eyebrows while Caroline looked skeptical. “And, he’s not gonna tell you anything” she says.

“I didn’t say he was gonna have a choice” Bonnie replies with a smile.

Caroline looked up to wave at Matt who seemed pretty angry.

“What was that about?” Bonnie asks her friend.

“I don’t know, I thought that we…” she sighs, “I don’t know”.

You keep talking about random things, getting to know Caroline a little better. She was exactly like you assumed she would be. Optimistic, joyful, funny. Once you had finished lunch, Caroline went to talk to Matt. You stayed with Bonnie until Caroline came back. She seemed upset.

“Everything alright?” you ask her.

“It’s just… Tyler…” she says, throwing her hands in the air.

You don’t insist. 

“So, Y/N! Tell me, got any boyfriend wrapped up around your finger?”

You laugh, “Uh, no”

“Oh…” Caroline says, obviously disappointed, “not even a crush?” 

You laugh again “Sorry, no”

Bonnie went to buy coffee for Luka when she came back you decided it was time for you to go. “Well, I’m gonna leave you to your business then”

“What? No stay!” Bonnie says, grabbing your arm.“Did you need me to help?” you say, surprised.

“Don’t you wanna know what’s going on?” the witch asks you.

“Well… I just don’t want to get in your way…” you say, looking up at Caroline who looked hesitant.

“You won’t be, besides we could use some extra help”

You stare at her before you nod “okay, sure…”

You watch Bonnie walking her way to Luka with the coffee. You see Jeremy coming your way, he looks at you strange, surprised to see you there. You smile at him shyly.

“Hey, how is it going?” he asks Caroline.

“Hey, what are you doing here?” 

“Bonnie called, I wanted to help” he answers the blonde’s question. “How is it going?”

“She’s selling it and he’s buying it”Jeremy was obviously jealous and Caroline was obviously just realizing that the little Gilbert boy had a crush on her friend, which surprised you. Were you the only one who knew about it?

You see Luka struggling to stay on his feet and you follow Caroline and Jeremy who was helping him out of the Grill, to Caroline’s house.

Bonnie had put something in Luka’s coffee which made him pass out. 

You waited for the night to do the spell. You were in Caroline’s living room. Luka was laying on the floor. 

“Okay, we only have an hour or two before my mom gets home” the vampire said carrying lots of candles. “And these were all I could find”

“How does this work?” Jeremy asks. You had to admit that you were curious too.

“I’ll put him in a trance and ask him questions, it’s like hypnosis” the witch answers

“You’re sure you’re strong enough for this?” you hear Jeremy say. Now you start to worry. Could Bonnie get hurt doing this?

“That’s what the candles are for, I’ll draw power from the flames”

That does not reassure you.

“I’ll get the matches” Caroline says.

“I got it” Bonnie says before you see the candles light up.

“Wow” you say.

Bonnie laughs.

“I’m never gonna get used to that” Jeremy says

“Oh come on, that’s pretty hot and you know it” Caroline laughs

“I need a bowl of water” Bonnie says to Jeremy.

“Okay, what was that? It’s hot?” Bonnie says to Caroline after Jeremy had left the room

“He is so crushing on you” You smile at the blonde statement.


“So? You’d rather be with warlock traitor over here?”

“I’m not into Luka. It’s just…you know, he understood me and he was new and different”

“And you’ve known Jeremy since forever and you only see him one way, as Elena’s brother.”Bonnie nods before looking at you. You smile at her thinking back to the conversation you had in your bedroom the other night.

“And you’re a witch and I’m a vampire. You know it’s not like we’re in any position to…”

“To be picky.” Bonnie cuts her off

“No” Caroline laughs “To judge”

Jeremy comes back and Bonnie takes the bowl from him.“He’s waking up” you warn Bonnie.

You watch Bonnie put her fingers in the water before putting her hands on each sides of Luka’s head. The flames on the candles grow bigger and Luka starts panting.

“You’re not… hurting him, are you?” you ask

“No, it won’t hurt him, he won’t even remember it after I’m done”

You watch carefully moving your eyes from Bonnie to Luka but nothing happens. You all stay quiet for quite a while before Caroline finally speaks up.“How long is this gonna take?”

“I don’t know, he’s fighting me” Bonnie answers

“Please stop” you hear Luka say “Please”

Finally, something happens “Yeah. Alright” Bonnie says. “Why are you working with Elijah?” she asks first.

You thrill at the mention of the vampire’s name but nobody seems to notice it.

“Klaus.” We both want him dead” 

Caroline, Jeremy and Bonnie seemed surprised by his answer. But that doesn’t stop her.“You wanna kill Klaus too. Why?”

“Because he has her and we have to get her away from him.”

You see Bonnie shake her head, confused.“Who are you talking about?”

“My sister”

“His sister?” Jeremy says, surprised.

“Why does he have her?” Bonnie continues.

“He’s searching for a way to undo the curse without the doppelgänger. He’s forced generations of witches to help him for centuries.” 

You’re horrified by his answer. It was your understanding that Klaus wasn’t a nice person and you couldn’t but imagine what he’s done to all those witches who couldn’t figure out a way to give him what he wanted.

“What has Elijah promised you?” Bonnie asks and you were getting more and more curious.

“If we help Elijah kill Klaus, he’s promised to return her to us”

“And how do you kill Klaus? How do you kill an Original vampire?”

Now, you were getting worried. Did they want to kill Elijah? You knew Klaus was more dangerous than him but if they were able to kill Klaus, they could do the same with Elijah. Should you even be worry for him? Wasn’t he on your side?

Luka starts fighting back.“He’ll kill me if I tell you, don’t make me” he says, scared.

“It’s okay Bonnie, we can find another way” Jeremy says and you agreed with him.

“No” is all Bonnie says “How will you kill Klaus?”

“After the sacrifice, Klaus will be vulnerable, weak. It’s are only chance.”

You frown. “After the sacrifice?” you ask.

“What do you mean, “after?” Bonnie wants to know more.


“But Elena will be dead.” Bonnie says

“Yes, Elena has to die” are Luka’s last words.

“No” you hear Jeremy say.

Now you were scared. Elijah wanted to sacrifice Elena. You were wrong all along. But you felt something else too. Was it disappointment? That’s what happens when you don’t socialize with people, you don’t have that kind of feelings because people can’t disappoint you when you don’t expect anything from them… Wait… Since when were you expecting something from Elijah? Having friends and getting involve in other people’s life and problems were going to have an impact on your life. Not long ago your biggest worry was high school, today you were dealing with 1000 years old vampires and sacrifices. You weren’t sure you wanted to be a part of it. Who would? You weren’t too involved. You could just walk away and tell them you didn’t want to have anything to do with their problems. But you didn’t want to walk away. It felt wrong. You felt the need to help them. Maybe it was stupid but you were there. You had met Elijah, heard about Klaus… You were already involved.

Caroline said she was going to drive Luka back home. You went to the bathroom, still scared. You stared at yourself in the mirror for a while. You sigh and step out of the room. 

“You think I’m hot?” you hear Jeremy ask Bonnie.Your eyes grow bigger when you approach and see them kiss. You decide not to interrupt them.

After a while you hear Bonnie call your name.

“I’m here” you say

“Hey” Jeremy waves goodbye before stepping out of the house.

You walk Bonnie to her car before getting into yours. You don’t leave right away. You stare at nothing for a few minutes. Thinking about your day. Thinking back to the other day, when you saw Elijah again. You weren’t scared that day. Now, you weren’t sure you wanted to see him ever again…You take a deep breath, turn the key and drive back home.

I was thinking (ya, I do that from time to time) … was Bhallaladeva always distant with the rest of the family ? I mean, we know that he dislikes Amarendra and Sivagami (or he dislikes Sivagami favoring Amarendra) and it doesn’t seem as though he likes Bijjaladeva either, Bhalla just uses him to advance his own motives. 

So, even as a kid was he this distant to everyone, and nobody noticed anything odd about it ? Also, that moment when Amarendra says “When I become King, I’ll surely make you my commanding officer” it sounds like brotherly banter and Bhalla pretends to be unaffected by this which makes it seem like they were used to this sort of relationship. And they pretty close in age, which usually reflects in a close relation between siblings, either loving each other or trying to kill each other, it’s less likely that you’ll be indifferent to your sibling when they’re so close to your age. 

I have come to the conclusion that till some point in their childhood, probably in adolescence, they were pretty close and then Bhalla decided he didn’t have brother anymore. Since, adult Amarendra doesn’t seem to treat Bhalla any differently, I assume he never acted any differently. The question then arises, why did Bhalla develop a negative feeling towards his family, the only possible answer is Bijjaladeva’s influence, but even then, Bhalla doesn’t seem like someone who is easily manipulated. 

Anyway, I just found it pretty unbelievable that in family of such intelligent people, nobody had a clue about Bhalla’s intentions. I mean, I get that he was seriously good at lying and pretending, but he grew up in the palace, someone must’ve noticed something and addressed it. For goodness sake even the public noticed his evilness before he did anything !! 

rofa1309  asked:

Hi ^^ I love your "Candy best friend" post <3 And I was wondering if you could do it with side boy's? More precisely with Dake?

Hi honey ! Thanks for your request and for your kind words ♥ I am sorry for the late, I wanted to publish the part 2 of the main boys before making your request. Here some side boys for you, I actually only did Dake and Dajan, because I know absolutely nothing about Jade, he seems a little too much like a second Lysander to me ? Sorry for him, so. But I hope you will enjoy the others (I couldn’t stop writing, they are so inspiring and great OMG why can’t we date them)


  • In general ?

Being Dake’s best friend means having destroyed every trace of sexy he once thought you had. He knows to what you look after only two little hours of sleep, had hold your hair when you were sick, rubbed your nose when you cried in front of his house, drag you to your bed after a drunken party and took off your shoes. But he still calls you “pretty”, and he actually means it. He is not an assh*le, he will do everything he can to improve your self-esteem. Of all the boys, he will be the most diligent to point your strengths, and it’s a pretty rare quality these days. 

You would never go on holidays without him. He is the spirit of travels. You want to climb a mountain ? To say hello to fish ? To annoy old couples from the swimming pool ? Some surf lessons at the beach ? A road trip without any money ? He’s always ready, his philosophy is “say yes to everything”. He will probably propose you to make a volunteering summer in a foreign orphanage or a village, because yes, despite what everyone thinks of him, Dake is also someone really sensitive to what’s wrong in the world, and needs to speak about it with someone, to let it go. 

  • You are in couple ?

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Phone Call

Summary: After a year of being apart, you call you ex-boyfriend Bucky in the middle of the night.

Bucky x reader, SUPER ANGSTY/SOME FLUFF. Word count: 2,300

TW: nothing (I think…maybe some abandonment issue stuff?)

A/N: I may write an epilogue or part two to this at some point…

“Babe, it’s a little late to be calling, don’t you think?” whispered Bucky when he answered the phone.

“Sorry, Buck, I…I shouldn’t have called. I’m sorry. I’m just…sorry. Bye Bucky,” you stammered out between short breaths and quiet sniffles.

“Wait! Don’t hang up. It’s okay, Y/N. Now, what’s making you cry at 2:00 in the morning? Is it that new boyfriend of yours? If he laid a hand on you I swear to God—“

“It’s not that, Bucky. Wait, why are you whispering? Is Natasha over there?” you asked, trying to sound nonchalant but failing miserably.

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Vld4 Supporting the Kuron theory

I still believe in the Kuron theory, not only because Shiro has changed a lot, but also because watching him doesn’t feel the same way it used to … or maybe it’s just me, but still.


1. He lets Pidge go on her own.

Now, a lot of people will be like “He just trusts her a lot more now”, but I don’t think that’s the case.

Remember the first episode? Well, in that episode Shiro accompanies Pidge so they can find together the Green Lion and he follows her around and it almost feels as if he is babysitting her, protecting her, waiting for something to happen. Then, in episode 5? I think? I don’t remember the exact episode, but Pidge thinks she can find information about Matt inside a Galra ship and Keith needs to do something else (I don’t remember what), but ultimately Shiro chooses to go with Pidge rather than with Keith. While they are inside the Galra ship, something goes wrong and the place just starts collapsing. Pidge wants to keep looking, but Shiro is like “Nope. Nope nope” and he grabs her and gets out of there.

Do you think Shiro would let Pidge go on her own knowing that she will not stop looking even if her life is at stake? Do you honestly think Shiro wouldn’t have at least sent someone behind her? Like, to watch her from afar at the very least?

2. His relationship with Keith

Maybe it’s just me, but Shiro is not as supportive as he used to be regarding “Leader!Keith”. Shiro trusts Keith to be an awesome leader and he actually TRAINS him to be one in some scenes of season 2 (“patience yields focus” “if you are going to lead the team you can’t be this impulsive”), but in this season Shiro just expects him to excell at being the leader and accept the Black Paladin position just like that, which of course bothers Keith because he sees Shiro as the rightful leader of Voltron and he wants to be with the BladeoM as well. Another thing that irks me is the “I knew this would happen sooner or later” line, because Shiro doesn’t really say those things aloud? I mean, when have we heard him saying something like that? The worst part is that he just says it out loud, as if he wanted every paladin to listen to his words. One thing more: he let’s Keith join the BladeOM. How is this bad? Well, it’s bad because Shiro saw Keith going through The Trial™ and he was like “STOP THIS NONESENSE AND LEAVE MY SON ALONE”. I don’t think he would let Keith become part of the BladeOM after watching what they are capable of doing and listening to their polices (they are honest with what they do and they don’t let anyone interfere (Shiro wanted to approach Keith or something, but they stopped him, like … menacingly and everything)). One more thing: in episode 1 (04) he tells Keith to go with the others, although Allura could have gone with them? And he doesn’t analyze the weird quintessence with Keith which was TOP PRIORITY.

3. His psyche

He doesn’t mention anything regarding his memories (even in season 2 we got some flashbacks!)? No more PTSD? I mean, I would be happy if he fully recovered, but … PTSD doesn’t go away from one day to another (I think it’s permanent but can lessen? I don’t know much about this mental illness). Also: There is no focus on him … like NONE and that’s kind of suspicious since Shiro, Keith and Pidge are meant to be sort of the most involved in the story along with Allura (Shiro was kidnapped by Galra, Keith’s mentor was kidnapped by Galra and he is Galra, Pidge’s family was kidnapped by Galra and Allura’s people were murdered by Galra) whether we like it or not (but Lance, Hunk and Coran deserve some focus as well, but not as big as the “main 4”). This season, Shiro had no reactions to Galra, no character development and was VOID of emotion. He did hug Keith and Matt, but it felt so forced :/ not to mention he would have been ecstatic to know Matt was alive and would have gotten embarrassed and then asked “How is your leg?” if he were the real Takashi Shirogane and, since we didn’t get to see a brogane hug before, I will not say anything about THAT

scene other than it felt real when the others joined in.

But I could be wrong and the writers might have fucked up everything or I am just seeing things that aren’t there.

See you later!

Greek Week-Epilogue

A/N: Here you go! I  cannot thank you all enough for the love you’ve shown this series, and I hope this is a nice little ending for you all to enjoy!

Prologue, Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven, Part Eight, Part Nine, Part Ten, Part Eleven, Epilogue

word count: 730

Winter break was mere days away.

The whole campus was in high spirits; anticipation for the upcoming freedom lightening everyone’s moods. Various parties had already taken place, and tonight was Greek Row’s winter celebration, each fraternity or sorority hosting various activities for the evening, although everyone knew the majority of you would end up in the street. The rest of your sisters were almost as excited about Omega Chi’s part of the festivities as you were, all of you still basking in the glory that came from winning Greek Week for the fifth year in the row.

Apparently, Calum was joining O Chi instead of returning to Alpha Sigma Phi.

“Admiring the trophy again Hood?” You joke, walking into the lounge to find your boyfriend’s eyes on the mantel piece. “I know I said you could come and admire it occasionally but I’d have thought you had something else to make you want to visit.”

Calum snorted at your words, smirking as he reached out to pull you into his side, eyes not leaving the mantel piece. You follow his eye line, but instead of reaching the trophy, you find that he’s looking at a collage of photographs.

“This is you.” He states, reaching up to brush his fingers against the photo he was referring to. “In our, first year?”

“Yeah, right after I won the Maths Race.” The memory brings back a smile to your face, and you can’t help but feel pride over your since undefeated reign. “O Chi have a tradition of putting photos of their Presidents into a collage, but the picture has to be of them in their first year.”


“Nobody knows.” You shrug, eyes scanning the rest of the pictures you’d grown familiar with over the years. “You’ve not noticed this before?”

“The collage, yes. The picture of you, no.” He shrugs, turning his head to grin at you. “It’s cute though. Might change my phone screen to it.”

“I think I prefer the one you have.” You smile back, thinking of the picture of you in Calum’s Soccer jersey. Calum hums, leaning down to brush his lips against yours softly. “Don’t you have to get back to Alpha Sig?”

“Not if you don’t want me to.”

“I think they may need their president to get ready for tonight.” You sigh playfully, Calum’s grin widening. “Plus, I don’t want to get accused of kidnap.”

“I’ll tell them I came willingly.” He echoes the same words he said to you the first morning after he stayed the night, the memory causing both of you to beam at each other. “Suppose you’re right. I’ll see you later anyway.”

“You coming here or do you want me to come over to Alpha Sig?”

“What are Rox and Ash doing?”

“Planning on meeting in the street and going from there, I think.”

“Well in that case Angel, we shall rendezvous at eight in the street.”


“Don’t mock me.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

Calum smirks, capturing your lips again. Your fingers tangle in the curls at the nape of his neck as his hands pull your hips closer, your lips moving in a perfected rhythm until a cough causes the two of you to reluctantly break apart, your eyes moving to the doorway to find Roxana walking away trying to look innocent.

“That’s my cue.” Calum laughs, ducking his head to brush his lips to yours again momentarily. “Love you.”

“Love you too.” You mumble, capturing his lips one last time before stepping back. “See you later.”

You watch as he heads for the door, your mind already reeling off things you needed to do in order to prepare for the night. The list had you so preoccupied you missed the way Calum hesitated as he opened the front door, pausing in the door way to smirk back at you.

“Nice hat by the way Angel.”

You grinned as the door shut behind him, your hand subconsciously reaching up to adjust the placement of the snapback displaying AƩΦ. Since Greek Week, the item had barely been worn by Calum, more commonly being found on your head rather than the Alpha Sigma Phi’s leader. Not that he minded of course. Calum had always wanted you to wear his hat, to be his girlfriend, after all.

And Greek Week had only been a small price to pay for that.

anonymous asked:

Can I get young nicolas meeting his crush?

Style: Oneshot [Child!Nicolas x Child!Reader]

Notes: ANGST??? we all need a bit of smol nicu in our lives ((this was supposed to have a happy ending but idk how to write happy endings i am sorry))

Nicolas Brown is 10 when he first meets you. Nicolas Brown is 10 when his life changes.

He remembers it distinctively: that one gloomy day you’d showed up to help. In fact, his memories are so clear, he’s sure he could write a whole book retelling the tale, all in detail too.

He closes his eyes, reliving the experience.

Nicolas is 10 - the scrawny-looking, unkempt type of 10 year-old that has a thick layer of grime under his nails and is forever covered in bruises. He’s also lying face-down in the dirt with a scraped knee and bleeding knuckles (but that, of course, isn’t the main point). The young male makes no attempts to stand, only continuing to helplessly lie. He can feel it most intensely now - the stinging of his wounds as they meet with the surface of the hard, crumbling earth, and wonders if, by any chance, they’d become infected like many he’d seen. He hopes not - infected wounds make him uncomfortable, with their ever-oozing icky, sticky blood and clumps of contaminated looking flesh. Thinking about that becoming him is enough to make him forget how completely and utterly drained he is, and the boy hurriedly scrambles up into a sitting position.

That’s when you come along, dressed in your freshly washed and pressed white blouse, and a pair of very nice blue shorts (they had not only one tone of blue, but two, and being the simple-minded child you were, nothing in the world could be more glorious. You were proud of those shorts - so very proud). It seems as though your skin is glowing, and there’s a wide smile on your lips - you’d just taken a bath and washed your hair with that super-duper nice fruity shampoo you’d finally gotten Ma to buy. You couldn’t be happier. That smile of yours drops, however, the second your [e/c] eyes fall on him, and is immediately replaced by an expression of alarm.

You rush over to him as fast as your short little legs could carry.

“Oh my goodness, are you alright?” you exclaim (you’d tried to imitate Ma, wanting to sound like a grown-up, but weren’t sure how well that worked out). You quickly clasp your hand over your mouth, though, when you realise your mistake. Of course he isn’t alright. “Nevermind,” you drop down on your knees besides him, digging into your pocket to fish out a handkerchief. Also freshly washed and pressed. “Let me help you with that.”

“Hey, don’t touch it!” Nicolas Brown is shocked to have his hand smacked away. You point to injured knee. “Your hand’s dirty and you might get some bacter- bati- …germs in them!” you stumble over your speech, finding you’d forgotten that one word your father had previously used. You quickly brush it off, deciding to fill it up with something you did know. “It’ll hurt even more. Maybe even get infected.”

The ravenette knows nothing but to stare at you as you proceed to work, dabbing off the blood with the sleeve of your blouse (you’d explained that unlike his hand, it was clean - though after you’d finished, it most certainly was not) and carefully bandaging it up with a handkerchief. He finds himself wondering why you’re helping him. You were nicely dressed and squeaky clean, with tidy hair and a bright, happy aura. And then there was him - close to dressing in rags with grubby hands and unwashed hair that stuck out in all directions, almost like a toothbrush. You were the complete opposite of him. It’s strangely shocking, isn’t it? How you, a stranger he’d never met nor associated with, had rushed to his side, your expression laced with concern. It’s as though you actually cared for him. Nobody has ever cared for him before.

He continues to watch, and notices that there’s a small frown on your face. You’re biting your bottom lip in frustration as the handkerchief slips. Again.

“I messed up,” you say, removing the piece of cloth. He almost expects you to stand up and leave (that would make the most sense, would it not?), but finds himself being re-bandaged. Again. And again. And again.

You’ve been at it for a good ten minutes now, but the handkerchief still slips when he tries to move, and each time you’d take it off, and give it another go. Nicolas tilts his head. He wonders why you’re so persistent, why you even try this hard.

“It looks quite bad,” you comment, not bothering to look up. Your [h/c] hair is hanging down either sides of your face and beads of sweat dot your forehead. “What happened?”

I…fall…” the boy tries his best to speak, but it doesn’t end quite as well as he expects. You don’t seem too bothered, though, and that puts him at ease.

You shake your head, a sigh leaving your lips. “You should be more careful, y'know.” By now, you’d given up trying to talk like Ma. It’s more comfortable this way. “Why, what would your Ma and Pa say when they see you all hurt like this!” you scold.

Nicolas opens his mouth, wanting to tell you that his ‘Ma’ (as you’d called her) was dead and that his ‘Pa’… Well, he was the one who inflicted the wounds in the first place. He decides against it, though. It wouldn’t be wise to interrupt you - especially as it seems you were finally succeeding.

You look so gorgeously enchanting, your small, nimble fingers moving back and forth and a glimmer of determination in your eyes that he finds himself quite at loss at what to do. Of course, it’s not as though there’s much to do to begin with so the young male just sits patiently till you finish, his eyes wide in awe.

“There! All done!” you proudly announce, standing up and puffing out your chest. It seems as though all your hard work has paid off, and the bandage is finally secured. “You can borrow my handkerchief till it gets better!” you tell him, dusting yourself off (your knees were now brown from the mud and so were your shorts, but that didn’t matter). “My name is [Name], by the way! [Name] [Surname]!” There’s a short silence before you continue. “I have to go now, but please don’t get injured anymore. You have to clean it if it gets dirty, and wash the handkerchief, too. Do you promise?”

The boy hurriedly nods his head, and satisfied, you leave. “Bye, now!” you call over your shoulder, as you run back in the direction you came from. “We’ll meet again!”

Did you? Sadly, no.

That was the first and last time Nicolas saw you.

He never stopped hoping, of course, and even until now, a handkerchief lies neatly folded on his bedside table.

Someday, he promises, he’ll return it.