wish i was home sleeping still

6am : I was about to pick up my phone and answer your call.

11am : I was about to read a message—reminding that I should never starve myself.

3pm : I was about to tell you how stressed I am—how I wish that I was already at home.

7pm : I was about to see you. So we could eat our favorite dinner together. Sweet moments and bright smiles that could make me forget that I had a bad day.

11pm until midnight : We never have the chance to say goodbye because none of us wanted to cut our conversation, but we always ended up sleeping with a joyful soul.

And if today you’ll still want to know how my day went, I just wanted to tell you that in my heart, nothing has been the same.

—  ma.c.a // I miss the little things
Moving on After Fred Weasley Passes Away - Headcanon/Would Include

Warnings: This broke my heart to write):


  • You wouldn’t cry much towards the beginning. Of course when the news hit a barricade of tears fell freely but after that, you learned how to bottle it all up. Everything was so unreal you weren’t even sure if it what was real anymore.
  • Fred was your best friend, your other half, the love of your life.
  • After the Battle of Hogwarts you’d travel back to the Burrow with the Weasley’s.
  • He was buried shortly after the Battle. His casket was a sleek black color and shined in the rain that fell. You placed a flower on the top of his casket and choked on a shaky sob. George stood behind you and his hand found it’s way into yours, giving you a squeeze of reassurance as he cried with you. You had never felt more lost in your life. Your fingers twiddled with the diamond band wrapped around your finger. It felt more like a piece of mockery, there to remind you everyday of what you could now never have.
  • Molly spent an entire week in the twins’ bedroom. She didn’t talk, hardly ate, just stared blankly at the wall next to Fred’s bed. He had pictures of his Hogwarts adventures taped to the wall and she had memorized every prospect of the photos so much she couldn’t rid the image from her brain when she closed her eyes, but she didn’t want to forget.
  • At the end of the week George entered his and Fred’s bedroom for the first time since the Battle. He spent an hour talking to his mother. You never did find out what he said, but you remember the burning visual of Molly exiting the room with reddened eyes full of heartbreak.
  • Ginny spent the nights sleeping in her room with you and cuddled against your chest, silently weeping to herself. Your presence made her feel close to her late brother, like he had never actually left.
  • George, Molly, and you would clean out Fred’s half of the room. It was full of tears and once happy now sad memories. Like the large maroon tie blanket you had made for Fred on your anniversary. Or the book on Magical Creatures that Fred had stolen on accident in Diagon Alley while he spied on you from behind a bookcase. You were shopping for all your school supplies and the redhead had torn from his family, catching glimpse of you in the robes shop and managed to follow you two stores later not wanting to leave you. You eventually caught him as he tripped over a pile of books, the binds of knowledge cascading to the floor with a crash. You smiled and helped him up while introducing yourself. The rest was history.
  • Arthur stood in the doorway of the room watching the three of you clean. Deep aging wrinkles indented his forehead making him appear older than he really was. His face was long, drowning in sorrow. He didn’t say a word, just watched.
  • Ginny cried alone in her room. Harry tried to comfort her but his success was no avail. She locked herself away for three days, lost in a sea of depression.
  • Ron turned to Harry and Hermione who welcomed him with open arms. He was the first to open up after his older brother’s death.
  • You stayed at the Burrow for a almost three weeks before flying to France. You choice was rash but you needed to get away. Molly understood and wished you well. You didn’t know how long you would be gone but you hoped it would give you some time to come to terms with the heartbreak you were experiencing.
  • Fred used to tell you when you were in school together that he always dreamed of going to France. He never knew why. He was rubbish at speaking French and had no idea how he’d survive, but it was a dream of his.
  • Percy, Bill, and Charlie all stayed at the Burrow for a month or so. Their hearts ached at the lose of their younger brother.
  • George… George no longer felt like himself. It was as if a part of himself was missing, torn from his soul. He dragged through the day’s, closing down the shop for a while. After spending two weeks at the Burrow he moved back to the apartment above Weasley Wizard Wheezes that Fred and him shared. The second he walked through the door he broke down. Tears splashed against his cheeks as he finally let all his emotions pour out. He called you, practically begging you to keep him company.
  • Of course you obliged and flew back home immediately. You lived with Fred in the apartment too. It was your home as well and you had been putting off going back to the apartment as much as possible. The home held so many items from your past involving Fred and you. Where he proposed to you, where you had you first blow up fight, where you had you first time together, where you had the million of talks about your future together, and so much more.  
  • This made Molly feel a little better when she heard you would be staying with George for a while. She hated the thought of George being all along right after losing his best friend, his twin, his other half.
  • You left France still clutching a box full of Fred’s belonging. A heavy feeling invaded your heart. You took a train to London after landing then joined George at the shop.
  • The minute the door swung open George’s arms were thrown around your frame as he pulled you into a tight embrace. The barrier you had been working so hard to uphold, crumbled at his touch. Not because you felt you could finally let go of all the emotions being kept inside. No, you cried because George’s embrace reminded you of Fred’s. The way his hold tighten as you sobbed mirrored Fred’s actions identically. Your chest ached as you came to realize you future with Fred was gone. George’s salty tears splashed on the crown of your head.
  • The first week barely any words at all were exchanged. You would mumble a small ‘good morning’ to each other during breakfast but that was usually it.
  • George spent the days in his room and the nights at a bar across the street. This continued on for a week until you confronted him. You waited up all night, worried sick. He stumbled in around three in the morning, eyes brimming red, breath stenching strong from alcohol.
  • “George Weasley, what the hell?” You would screeched. His eyes snapped up at you resembling a deer caught in headlights. His gazed quickly fell to the floor as he shut the house door and brushed past you. You yelled after him making him halt in his path,
  • “George pease just talk to me! I know this is hard for you, believe me I do. He was your brother. You two have never been apart so I can’t even begin to imagine what you’re going through. George I’m here for you and you can talk to me because I lost him too. You did everything with Fred, you two started this business together and we both know he just wants you to be happy again. Please… just try, George. Try for me, try for Fred. Please. I just want to be here for you. If there’s something I did. If you hate me-” Your voice broke at the end and your knees gave up. Crashing to the floor a echoing cry invaded the air. George stood motionless watching you fall apart before his eyes. He could almost hear Fred scolding him and urging him to act. Fred would want George to comfort you, Fred would want you two to be there for each other.
  • George hesitantly crossed the room and bent to your level. His hand reached out, brushing a strand of messy hair from your face. Glancing up at him you started in to question him but George beat you around the bush. He seemed half sobered up and shook his head.
  • “Y/n… it’s not you, I swear. You’re the most purest human being in the entirety of the world, please don’t think that way. Every moment you and Fred were together I could never shake that from my mind, how perfect you are. But god Y/n every time I see you I think of my brother. He loved you more than anything in this world and I know he would hate me right now for not being there for you. I feel like I’ve let him down and that hurts more than anything. I see Fred everytime I look in the mirror, everytime I see the pictures on the fridge, everytime I walk into the shop, everytime I come home and everytime I see you.”
  • His words took you by storm but for once, it made sense. You had been sleeping in Fred and your bed, helping start the shop back up (mainly by yourself), and it probably didn’t help that you had been stealing items of Fred’s clothing, just wanting to be close to him again. For the first time since the Battle, you admitted the burden you’d been holding inside.
  • “I wish I could’ve saved him. If I wasn’t distracted by the helping that student- if I would have been paying more attention to Fred… he’d still be here.” You quivered. George’s eye soften and he shook his head.
  • “Y/n you know no one could’ve stopped what happen. I’ve spent every night laying awake wondering if I could’ve changed something. I’m not sure what god planned this, or if there even is one, but Y/n we had no control over this.” His arms locked around you pulling you against his chest. His lips planted against your forehead sweetly covering you in a blanket of comfort.
  • You spent the rest of the night in George’s arm. You shared memories of Fred, some sweet, some funny, and some that made you cry again.
  • “Remember the time the two of you enchanted endless snowballs to pelt, well technically, Voldemort in the face and Quill in the back of the head?” You giggled into the glass of cherry red wine you held to your lips. George leaned into the cushion of the couch and shook his head with a smile. 
  • “Classic!”
  • George spent the night in Fred and your bed- to keep you company of course.
  • He kept you company for the rest of the nights to follow
  • The two of you began to drift into a weird zone
  • You had always lightly fancied George but it was Fred you loved.
  • He would randomly start bringing you home flowers and other small gifts
  • Some days George would come home to find a bundled up new sweater placed on his work desk. You always claimed the things you bought him were on sale so you just couldn’t resist but George knew better
  • A strong connection was growing and it confused you- George too. You wanted another shot at happiness but you weren’t sure if you were ready yet until another vacant Friday night rolled around and you found yourself laying on the couch in George’s arm talking about the week and before you knew it he was leaning forward.
  • The first time you kissed George you screwed your eyes shut tightly and imagined his lips as Fred’s. You knew it was horrible but you had no clue what else to do. It was like you were cheating on your fiance- your dead fiance, with his twin brother. But when you realized it was George, you didn’t entirely hate it. It was actually quite a fulfilling kiss. A part from inside of you warmed up for the first time in a long time.
  • George had a sickening vibe settling in the pit of his stomach after he pulled back. His heart sped up at the newfound affection the kiss brought although kissing you made him feel like he was betraying his brother. Fred planned to marry you for Merlin’s sake and there George was, making out with his dead twin’s girlfriend.
  • But you kissed him again the next day and he didn’t pull away
  • And the next
  • And the one after that too
  • Kissing you made George think of his brother. Fred loved you and George could understand why. Kissing you, sleeping beside you, comforting you, it all made George feel as if he was somehow growing closer to his twin.
  • At first your relationship with George was based solely on the fact that he was identical to your late lover but as time passed on George made you feel differently than Fred did. Despite you never thinking it was possible, George taught you how to laugh again. He would slowly crack back into his prankster self again. It took his almost a full year after Fred’s passing to invent a new product for the shop or even enter the store for more than passing to get to the apartment. He tested out the product on you during breakfast one morning. Pouring a lilac solution into the base of your black coffee and giving it a swirl, George carried on with breakfast as if nothing had happen. Dragging in, you hugged George from behind before taking a seat at the nook. You instantly sipped on the brewed mixture in front of you and spit it out in shock as the odd flavor set in.
  • George howled in laughed and bent over the kitchen stove pointing towards you. Furrowing your eyebrows you set the mug down and spoke up agitated,
  • “George what the hell did you put in- oh my god!”
  • You realized the change in tone quickly and covered your face in embarrassment. Your voice was as deep as a well making you sound similar to that of a male that had spent over half his life heavily smoking. George rushed over and planted a kiss to your cheek.
  • “It worked!” Although you were thoroughly ticked off at his choice of targeting you, you were happy he was back to his old ways. The bills were piling up by the second and the landlord wanted the shop either back up and running, or both of you to move out. Dumping your infected cup of coffee down the sink drain you started to make a new batch. Smiling to yourself you laughed softly,
  • “Well, I’m glad to have you back, George.”
  • That was only the beginning. George and you spent almost every moment inventing and creating new sale items. The first handful were absolute rubbish but it didn’t matter. Both of you were trying to get back in the swing of things and sometimes that took a while.
  • Within three months Weasley Wizard Wheezes was back up and running again.
  • Sales flooded in and shot straight through the roof steadily for a long term.
  • As a ‘thank you’ present for helping him get back on his feet George invited you out for a fancy meal out on the town.
  • You decided on a Muggle restaurant and dressed to the nines. George’s jaw skimmed the floor when you walked out of your room and slipped on your heels. He held your hand and escorted you out.
  • During dinner you had ntoiced how fidgety and nervous George was acting. You made the choice to question him on it over a glass of champagne right before the main course and he physically stiffened. Tilting his glass back, George chugged down the large intake and wiped his lips on the red amber napkin. His hands clasped together then unclasped at his side. His soft eyes found yours and he darted them back down to the tablecloth.
  • “It’s just- well, Y/n… what are we?”
  • It would get silent very fast and he would instantly fill it.
  • “What I mean is, I like you… I like you a lot but I know how you felt about my brother. I saw the glint in your eyes that would sparkle whenever you saw him and how happy you two were together and Y/n I want to be able to make you as happy as Fred did. With that being said I don’t want you to be with me because I remind you of him or because you can’t stop thinking about Fred. I’m not gonna lie at the start of our, uh, relationship I was hanging out with you because you made me think of Fred but all those late nights and million cups of coffee have made me realize the truth. I love you Y/n- and not because you dated my brother. I love you for you and I think I have for a very long time. What I’m asking is… Y/n would you um, like to be my girlfriend?”
  • You cried, a lot. George’s heart broke at the sight only confirming the love swelling in his heart. His feelings were genuine and it warmed your soul. You lunged across the table knocking over the bread bowl in the process and threw your arms around George’s frame.
  • “Of course I will! Oh my god, George. You’re making me cry like a bloody fool!”
  • George called his mother the second you got home. Molly was hit with a wave of shock at first. She gave both of you long speeches trying to inspect if the love was real or a mask to feign the hurt of bonding over the lose of Fred. She demanded both of you come home to the Burrow for the week so you did and the moment she looked into both of your eyes, it was clear as crystal.
  • “Good lord you are in love!”
  • It was hard for the rest of the Weasley family to accept at first. You understood completely since you had the same weary, unsure feeling as well but eventually they came to accept it. They were all happy to you and George happy once again.
  • But as happy as you were, small memories with Fred would constantly pop up.
  • Like one night when George and you were lying in bed together whispering softly realization would settle in and you’d comment,
  • “This is where he proposed. We were lying right here when Fred asked me to marry him.”
  • You knew how horrid it was to put this on George but you had no control. George thought about this all the time and was reminded of your relationship with his brother at every corner he turned.
  • You would then apologize feeling god awful for saying such a thing but George would hush you saying,
  • “It’s alright Y/n. Just because he’s not around anymore and because we’re together now doesn’t mean we have to pretend he was never alive or your relationship with him didn’t exist. He loved you, and I know how much you love him. I’m not upset- actually I’m more than thankful my brother managed to snag a girl like you. You two were perfect together and he will always love you just like how you will always love him. Fred… he is… was my brother and for a long time I thought he would hate me for me being with you and for a long time I thought my heart tricked me into loving you. That maybe it wasn’t love I was feeling but rather so the relationship my brother and I had and maybe because he loved you so much, being with you would make me feel less lonely about losing him but I know the truth. I love you, Y/n. Hell, maybe I always have but the important thing is I love you now and I will love you tomorrow and I will continue to love you years from now and that’s not because of Fred, it’s because of you and who you are. I love you.”
  • You two learned how to live your life no longer feeling guilty for the love you shared. Fred smiled down his heart warming at seeing his two favorite people in the world relying on each other and sharing a piece of their heart together.
  • He proposed to you in the middle of a busy work day right as you were restocking a shelf. The rest of his family were there to see. Molly, Hermione and Ginny cried a river while the boys patted George on the back. On your wedding day the tears were never ending, though happy ones.
  • You two eventually moved to London- kept the shop but decided you needed more room, well of course your growing stomach demanded that. One cold night in the middle of December George and you were blessed with the birth of your first son, Fred ll. He had a head of wicked red hair and a small mischievous smile toying on his face and you had never felt more complete in your life. George planted a kiss to your head muttering a string of ‘thank yous’. You knew in your heart this was exactly where you were meant to be.

- Daizy xx

Talk Dirty To Me - Dylan O’Brien

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Characters: Dylan O’Brien/Reader

Word Count: 4,134

Warnings: Pure Filth, NSFW, 18+, Masturbation, Oral (male receiving), dirty talk, teasing

Notes: Thanks @minhosmeanhoe. There is a LONG story behind this. Just enjoy the filth y’all. Formerly titled “The Results of Me Making Camile Horny”

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i spend time with my family,
you don’t text me.
i pretend I’m not checking my phone for your name.
i swallow back the tears
pretend I don’t mind that there’s no trace of you
trying to contact me.

i go for a drive,
and pretend i don’t know how to get to your house from any part of this damn city;
sunbleached asphalt paves the road to you.
i keep my eyes on the road and try to find ways to make things look like what they are,
rather than looking like you;
the city spot up the street from my best friends house
tastes like your skin and smells like your conditioner.

i drive home from work,
and pretend it doesn’t hurt
when you aren’t there waiting for me;
i avoid calling it home,
because you always told me
i was your home,
and without you,
my chest is an abandoned living room,
couches covered in white sheets,
layered with dust;
stifling.

i lie alone in bed,
and pretend I’m not wishing for your warmth.
i still sleep wrapped in the blanket you gave me.
i don’t try to pretend
that there is even a single version of my future
without you;
i pretend that the tears I shed are raindrops;
if that’s so, every night is a rainstorm.

—  how do you say “I love you, I miss you, come home” without sounding pathetic?
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“Marry someone who you love. Marry your soulmate, your lover, your best friend.” (x)

Happy (belated) birthday sweet newtongirl!!

As always, I’m very sorry about the delay (2015 must be the year I deliver birthday presents very late) but I hope you will still enjoy this married MakoHaru comic through their live because I know you appreciate domestic/married MH as much as I do (*ノωノ) 

I’d have loved to draw the whole poem but, too long, not for me ;_;

PLEASE DO NOT REPOST/EDIT/USE WITHOUT MY PERMISSION

BTS Reaction: Their crush (you) getting drunk and accidently confessing your love

@purplepokemons said: 

Bts reaction to their crush getting drunk and conffesing their love the the member thinking they’re talking to someone else


*gifs aren’t mine unless I say so*

*requests are open*


Jin:

“Y/N you really shouldn’t drink that much!” Jin scolded you and tried to take the drink from you. You looked at who you thought was Jimin and started to vent to him.

“I need to drink Jimin, I want to get my mind off of Jin with that other girl he was with earlier. I really like Jin and it hurts to see him with someone else. I’ve falled for Jin, I honestly have-”

“Y/N, come on you should get some sleep.” He would giggle at your drunken confession and lead you to your room so you could rest. Then in the morning he would ask you about it, and end up confessing to you as well.

Originally posted by jjilljj


Suga:

Suga would be a little drunk aswell, but not as drunk as you. You walked up to who you thought was Tae, and just started talking.

“Oh my god, have you seen Yoongi? Oh my gosh he’s so attractive, and I love how laid back he is. It honestly kind of turns me on. I really want to get to know him. He seems really cool.”

“Well you could start by realizing I’m not Taehyung.” He laughed a little. You looked up and realized it was Yoongi.

“Ohmygod” you said fastly.

“I’d like to get to know you to.” He said.

Originally posted by kuromel


Rap Monster:

“Y/N you should really go to bed, it’s really late. And you are extremely wasted.” Namjoon said.

“I don’t want to Yoongi, Namjoon is still here, I want to see him.” 

He furrowed his eyebrows as you said “yoongi” but he decided to play around with the situation.

“Why do you want to see him?”

“Because I really like him, he’s so nice to me and makes me feel happy when  I’m around him. I just wish he felt the same though.”

“Don’t worry, I think he like you too. Come on let’s sleep.” Namjoon said with a smile across his face.

Originally posted by bangthebae


J-Hope:

You were home alone, and completly drunk. Without thinking, you called you best friend-or who you thought was your best friend- and started talking about Hoseok.

“Y/F/N, you have no idea how crazy he makes me, he’s honestly the greatest person in the world. Wow, I really love him-”

“Y/N.”

“Are you sick? Your voice sounds really low?” You asked.

“Look at your contact name.” He laughed. You looked and it said Hoseok’s contact name. You froze as you heard him laugh.

“Ah you’re so cute Y/N!”

Originally posted by hoseokwhy


Jimin:

“Jin! Hi!” You said as you facetimes “Jin”. Jimin looked at you in confusion.

“Are you ok Y/N? You looked a little, you know, drunk.” Jimin said.

“Yeah Jin, I’m fine. Is Jimin around?” You asked. Jimin finally realized you thought he was Jin, but he was curious about what you had to say about him. So Jimin continued to be “Jin”.

“No, he’s not here right now.” He smirked.

“Good, do you know how Jimin feels about me? I really like him, but I want to know he feels the same before I tell him.

“He really likes you Y/N, he never shuts up about you.” Jimin laughed. “You’re talking to Jimin by the way.”

Originally posted by yoonmin


V:

It was your 20th birthday, so you could now legally drink in Korea. Taehyung took you to a bar along with some of yours and his friends.  You might have went a little overboard with the drinking and got completly wasted. You were sitting alone, and someone sat next to you.

“You look like someone I know.” You said while looking at him. He look at you with a puzzled expression.

“He’s someone I really love, he knows how to make me happy, and he’s just so perfect. I wish he felt the same.” You started to talk about him. 

“What’s his name?” Taehyung asked, with a bit of jealousy.

“Kim Taehyung.”  You smiled and sipped on your drink. He smiled and laughed a little.

“You really are drunk, Y/N I am Taehyung.”

Originally posted by bangtannoonas


Jungkook:

Jungkook told you he was going to be home late from practice today, so you invited your best friend over. Little did you know, she brought achohol and you couldn’t turn down the opportunity. 

A few hours later you both were wasted, and Y/F/N was in the bathroom probably throwing up. You heard footsteps, and you automatically assumed it was Y/F/N.

“I should have never drank that! If Jungkook finds out I drank underage, he’ll never love me back!” You cried.

“You love me?” You heard Jungkook’s voice.

“Oh my gosh, Kookie forgive me!” You ran to him and hugged. He hugged you back and patted the back you your head.

“Don’t worry, I’m not mad. But I do love you back.” He smiled.

Originally posted by donewithjeon


I hope you liked it! I tried my best :) Requests are open!

Beside You- Luke Hemmings Imagine

Summary: Luke and (Y/N) have always had feelings for one another, but were always to blind to see it. Thanks to some help from the other boys, and the music video producer for the boy’s latest song, the feelings between the two are easily discovered.

A/N: This is one of my longest imagines I have done, but I wanted to say thank you to all of those who have followed me, I have now reached over 100 in the short time that I have started this blog. It would really mean a lot if I could get some comments about my writings, so if you have a quick second, leave me a little note! 

P.S. Possible part 2?

“You want me to what” you asked incredulously.

“We want you to be in our new music video” Ashton said with a large grin.

“But aren’t you supposed to get super hot models for these sorts of things? Even with a make-up crew I won’t look half as good as those type of girls” you said with a frown.

“Will you stop (Y/n), you are one of the most beautiful girls we know.” It was Luke who spoke this time, his voice was soft, sincere, and possibly one of the most serious tones you have ever heard him use.

You tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear as you break your eye contact with the boys and look to the floor. The boys can tell that you’re thinking of other reasons why you shouldn’t do the music video, but for once your mind was blank.

“Fine, I’ll do it. I mean it’s mainly going to feature you guys anyways, right?” you said, mainly trying to convince yourself. “What song is it for anyways?”

“Now that’s a surprise. But don’t worry you’ll see tomorrow when we start filming.” Calum chimed in. Your mouth opens in protest but closes shortly after realizing there is no way the boys would give it up.

The rest of the day consisted or you just hanging out with the boys as they talked about how great their tour was. You watched carefully as each of their eyes lit up while talking about some of their favorite memories. As it grew darker, the boys started leaving one by one until it was just you and Luke.

Luke was undoubtedly your best friend. He has been there for you for every hard time. Whether it was when your dog died when you were 13, or when you were being bullied in high school. He was your rock, and dare you say, your knight in shining armor. However, you never told him how you felt, for fear that he doesn’t feel the same. Of course, all the guys knew, but they also knew something you didn’t: Luke felt the same.

Once all the guys were gone, you and Luke just sat next to one another in a comfortable silence. The warm summer breeze touched your skin as you gazed into the night sky.

“Hey Luke, since it’s almost tomorrow anyways, can you tell me what song the music video is for, or at least what we will be filming?” you ask giving the puppy dog eyes.

“You are so stubborn, you know that right?” he says through breathy laughs.

“Come on, pleaseeeeeee” you ask.

“Honestly I don’t know that much myself. I do know what song it is, but that’s about it.”

“Oh come on, you are totally holding out on me!” you insist. You sit so that you are facing Luke, each of your small hands on his shoulders so he can’t turn away from your gaze. “Just give me something to go off of.”

“Alright, well it’s for our new song called Beside You, and I think there are other three more females joining us on set. But that is about all I know” he confessed.

Your hands leave his shoulders as you try and think as to what you will be filming tomorrow. Unfortunately, you haven’t gotten to listen to all of the boy’s new album so you didn’t know the meaning behind Beside You.

“I can see the wheels turning, but I guarantee you it’s nothing to worry about. You’ll have a blast. Promise” he mentions while holding out his pinky. You intertwine your pinky with his and shake them, something you have always done ever since you were little.

“Okay Lucas, if you insist” you say with a laugh. “Well it’s getting late so I’m going to head off to bed, got to get my beauty sleep for my filming debut tomorrow.”

“Yeah, I should probably head out too. Don’t want the star of the video to look like crap” he says giving a wink.

Before even thinking, words left your lips that you wouldn’t usually say.

“Why don’t you just spend the night” you say quickly and quietly, hoping that Luke may not have heard you. But when your gaze met his, you can tell he heard your question. “I mean, it will just be like when we were younger. Just don’t hog all the blankets this time.”

“Alright, yeah if that’s alright with you. It would be nice to not have to wait for a cab to get here, and that way you and I can just drive to the studio together in the morning.”

The two of you walk up to your bed room, laughing and reminiscing in old times the whole way up. Sure, at first you’d be nervous that this would be awkward, but the moment you both were laying in your bed it felt like old times. You two stayed up for a few more hours just talking about everything that came to your minds. As your eyes grew heavy, you snuggled into Luke’s chest, while soft hums escaped his lips as you drifted off to sleep.

“She sleeps alone, my heart wants to come home. I wish I was, I wish I was, beside you” he lightly sings. This is exactly where Luke had longed to be, with you fast asleep in his arms. He never thought you looked more beautiful, even with a bit of eyeliner left on from earlier in the night, your hair fallen onto your face, and soft snores escaping your lips. All Luke wanted, was to be beside you.

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The loud beeping of your alarm woke you up. Bright light was shining through your curtains as you notice that your head is still on top of Luke’s chest. His eyes were still closed, typical Luke, not waking up easily.

“Hey, butt face, wake up.” You say while poking his nose. His face scrunches as his eyes flutter open trying to adjust to the brightness. “Come on sleepy head, get up!” A groan escapes Luke’s lips as he is adamant about staying in bed. “Alright you asked for it” you begin as you take a pillow and smack it onto his face.

“That’s not even fair!” he protests.

“Then get up sleeping beauty” you say while landing another hit on him.

The rest of the morning was pretty quiet between the two of you. You each quickly showered and then drove off to the studio. The entire ride over you kept insisting that Luke play the song for you, so you have an idea of what to expect, but the stubborn boy kept refusing.

As you walked into the studio you saw the other three boys standing next to three gorgeous girls. You immediately felt insecure and Luke could sense the shift in your attitude. His arm ran across your shoulder as he guided you to where the group was standing.

“There you guys are, you were supposed to be here nearly a half an hour ago” Ashton said.

“Sorry but princess Luke takes forever to wake up” you said while rubbing your hand through Luke’s hair. He playfully swats your hand away, all while still keeping his arm around your shoulder.

“Well since you guys are late, the director already assigned parts.” Michael mentioned.

“What do you mean” you question.

“Well, if you can’t tell there are four girls and four guys, so we are being divided into pairs. Calum is with Shelly, Michael is with Kristen, I’m with Morgan, and so Luke and (Y/n) you’re obviously together.” Ashton answered.

“Don’t worry, you’ll be filled in more while they are doing your hair and make-up” Michael said.

Shortly after talking with the boys, a crew came to take you and the other girls to hair and make-up. You got to know the other girls better and it turns out they weren’t uptight models and actresses that you expected them to be. All the girls were very down to earth and had their own hobbies and interesting life stories.

“Okay ladies, so here’s how today is going to work” the direct said as he entered the room. “You are going to hear the song a few times right now before we start filming, just so you can get a better feel for the song, and then you each will be taken to your own set with the boys and film your stuff there.” As he left the room music began to play. The lyrics were beautiful and you could tell they came for the heart.

“Miss (Y/n), are you alright?” the makeup technician asked you. You hadn’t even realized that the song has played 3 times already, and now here you were with tears falling down your cheeks.

“Oh yeah, sorry, the song just means a lot” you say with a weak smile.

After you were finally done getting ready for filming you were lead to a set of a kitchen. When you walked in you saw Luke in a similar outfit to you which consisted of plaid pajama pants and a black V-neck. Your outfit consisted of pajama shorts and a grey t-shirt.

“Wow (y/n) you look amazing” Luke says as he pulls you into a hug.

“Thanks” you answer shyly.

“Alright, Luke and (Y/n), so here’s what I’m thinking. So, all of you guys have your girlfriends and each pair has their own thing going on. Your scene is that you guys just woke up to make some breakfast with one another. But don’t just be boring and go through the motions, you aren’t just cooking. Basically, we are showing how each of the couples are before the life of fame and touring takes the guys away. So you two are supposed to be in love so that’s what we need to see. There’s going to be more to the video, but let’s just focus on the emotions in this part first. And just remember the cameras aren’t here, just be how you two normally are together, okay?”

“Sounds good” Luke chimed in.

To say everything felt awkward was an understatement. Neither of you two were entirely sure what to do, and it didn’t help that there was a crew of at least 10 people focused on you. Once the director said action, you each tried to act as naturally as possible. You went and grabbed a box of pancake mix and asked Luke to grab out a pan. You start reading the instructions and pay no attention to Luke who is standing right next to you.

“Alright umm let’s cut for a moment” the director said. “Luke, (Y/n), you guys are best friends, just act like you normally would, okay? Don’t be so dry and pretend none of us are here.” The two of you nod your heads in understanding. You don’t know why this was so hard for you and so awkward. You’ve literally known Luke your whole life and are best friends, so why can’t you just have fun with this scene.

“And action” the director says.

An awkward silence fills the room as you and Luke go through the motions for making breakfast for the two of you once again. You try and reach for a bowl on a shelf but come up just too short. Looking to Luke for assistance, he comes over with a small laugh, and is easily able to grab the bowl. When he sets it down on the counter in front of you, you become fully aware of how close he is to you now. His breath is hitting your neck as you stand there for what feels like an eternity.

“Cut” the director yells. “Alright team here’s what we are going to do. Let’s set up two cameras on tripods in separate corners, and then let’s place two more in other locations. Then we will step out, and you two can just be alone and do what you do best. I just feel like we aren’t getting anything from you guys and so I’m hoping this will help.” The camera team quickly moves around the room setting up multiple cameras in various locations.

“I’m sorry I suck” you say softly to Luke.

“You don’t suck. Trust me, my first music video was super awkward too. Don’t worry, by the end of filming it will look great, and soon every director will want to star you in their video” he says with a wink. The rest of the camera crew clears out so now it is just you and Luke on set. Before they left, the crew turned on some music to play softly in the back ground.

“Okay so I’m totally going to try and make pancakes, and so you better help me” you say with a smile.

“Sure just direct me around and we will make the best damn pancakes you’ve ever had” Luke replies.

“Okay so first we need two cups of flour” you say as you read the directions. Luke listens and scoops out two cups of flour and pours them into the bowl.

“Hey (y/n)” he asks.

“Yeah?” You turn around to face Luke only to be met with flour being sprinkled on your head.

“Oh, you are so dead” you say with fake anger. Taking your hand, you reach into the bag of flour only to smack your white hand across his clean black shirt. Luke let’s out a gasp of fake hurt as his face lights up with a smile.

To stop you from doing more damage he grabs each of your wrists and raises them above your head. You two just stand there for a moment, the only sound coming from the music the crew turned on. Before you had a chance to fight back, Luke’s lips crash to yours.  As the kiss grows deeper he removes his hands from your wrists and moves them to your waist. He carefully picks you up and places you on the counter, placing his body in between your legs. Your hands make their way through his hair as you two have yet to stop for air. A soft chuckle escapes from you as Luke’s fingers unknowingly tickled your side.

“We should still try and make some pancakes too” you say through kisses. This time it was Luke who laughed at your comment. After he nods his head in agreement he helps you off the counter, keeping his hands on your waist.

The two of you continue to make pancakes, sneaking kisses in every chance you get. Luke follows each of the instructions you give him, and is surprised when he sees that the finished result actually looks delicious. As you two sit and eat, Luke tells more embarrassing jokes of the boys from tour. Everything is perfect until you hear a loud voice that you didn’t expect to hear back so soon.

“There’s my two favorite love birds” the director jokes. “Well we definitely got the footage we needed from the two of you together, so now there is just a couple of individual things we need to get today, and then it should be all done. So (Y/n) why don’t you head back to hair and make-up so they can clean you up a bit. Luke you’re going to meet up with the guys. Once again great job, and Luke I had no idea you were such a great actor.”

“Thanks” Luke says with a laugh. “That’s what happens when you’re a Rockstar I guess.” The moment Luke finishes speaking you feel your heart break a little bit. Of course, Luke was just acting, he’d never be into you like that. You walk away, trying to contain yourself from crying, until you hear Luke call your name. You take a moment to compose yourself and put on a happy façade for when you speak to him.

“Hey (y/n) I just wanted to say you did a really great job.” Luke says while flashing a smile.

“Thanks, looks like you should consider acting more yourself” you say with a weak smile. Before either of you could say anything else a crew member comes and pulls on your arm to get you back into the dressing area. A small sigh escapes Luke’s lips as you leave, wishing he could have gotten to tell you what he has been trying to say.

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After you finished filming you went straight home, not bothering to talk to any of the guys. Today had been a long and trying day and all you wanted to do was curl up in a ball and cry. When you go and check your phone you see 8 missed calls from Luke and a handful of messages.

“Great” you mumble. What could he possibly want? Sure, you didn’t directly let him know that you were leaving, but you told Ashton to pass the word. You were drowning in your thoughts of the day’s actions until you heard a light knock on your door.

“Shit” you mutter. You didn’t really feel like answering the door, and had silently prayed that whoever was on the other end would just go away. But to your dismay, the knocks got increasingly louder and more adamant, as if that person needed to get inside right now. With shaky hands, you take a deep breath and open the door.

“Luke” his name comes out as more of a question from your lips as you’re surprised at his arrival.

“I’m really sorry” his shaky voice says. You make room for him to come inside but he just stays where he is. Your gaze keeps to the ground because you know if you look into his eyes your walls will come crumbling down. “(Y/N) I wasn’t acting” he stated plainly.

“What?”

“I wasn’t acting” he said. And with that said Luke closes the gap between your bodies and places his lips onto yours….

 

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Bon’s Play by Play (now that she’s had some time to recuperate)(marginally)

~Oh GOD the fact that Claire wakes up in the hospital not having Bree in her arms (if we don’t have direct parallel shots to the ‘where is my baby’ sequence from Faith, I will be SHOCKED) (and then I will DIE because THIS TIME SHE LIVES!!!!) (AND IF SHE SINGS THE BY THE SEASIDE SONG I WILL DIE FURTHER STILL) 

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~“You’re so beautiful”–more Faith feels over here

~Ugh, guys, Claire has (in my mind) spent this whole pregnancy in so much tension and guilt (to say nothing of grief) and is terrified of this life she doesn’t want to lead. And Frank gives her this tiny bit of hope that things can be okay, and that makes me so happy. 

~The scene as they’re walking around at Harvard, Claire darling you just look GLOWY and AMAZING. Samesies for strutting your stuff by that stream

~Shirtless Frank holding Bree….I am NOT a Frank hater but yikes that did make me cringe hardcore. So glad to see Claire’s unease with allowing Frank to call himself Bree’s dad. 

~The fight with Frank and Pregnant Claire cut with the scenes of YEARS YEARS YEARS later where things are STILL TENSE AND RAW is just everything. EVERYTHING GUYS. 

~In the church, Claire is holding Ellen’s pearls like she would a rosary, and this is so beautiful to me. 

~Frank sleeping on the sofa. Damn. 

~The tentative okay-ness between them talking about Bree’s grades. BREE IS THEIR ONE BRIDGE TO OKAY (it used to be sex, remember?)

~The Birthday Party. Frank: “Wish away”…. THE LOOK ON CLAIRE’S FACE! OH MY GOD THE TENSIONS!!!

~”You couldn’t look at Brianna without seeing him” 

~Jamie coming home to Lallybroch and Jenny turning him in!! (I confess the sneaky editing got me on first viewings) (JAMMF you look all kinds of cute tho)

~The way he’s in the cart and being led behind the horse like an ANIMAL. My god how low he’s been laid. 

~”You said she was dead.” ”I said she was GONE” (ONE OF MY FAVORITE EXCHANGES!!!” 

~Roger and his bulletin boards:

~Bree: “We WILL find him” OH MY GOD HOW MUCH OF A CHANGE FROM 2x13!!!!!!! SHE’S KEEPING HER MAMA STRONG!!! AND NOT ACCUSING HER OF SLEEPING AROUND/BEING A BORED HOUSEWIFE!!! 

~OH MY GOD GENEVA LOOKS SO MUCH LIKE CLAIRE I’M SCREAMING!!! ((i honestly didn’t realize at first that it wasn’t!!!!)

~Anyone know what the coins that Claire examines in the box might be? Just her cash stash for travel or something significant she’s seen before? 

~Anyone have any ideas over who’s the guy lurking in the trees right after the coins bit? 

~SURGEON CLAIRE!!!!!! THOSE EYES THAT MEAN BUSINESS OVER THE MASK!!!!

~”I can’t go through that again” Amazing delivery and posture and HAIRRRRRR 

~HIS NAME ON THE REGISTER!!!! SHE HOPED AND HOPED BUT SHE’S FINALLY SEEING PROOF!!!!

Originally posted by fraddit

~FUCK, SHE’S IN EDINBURGHHH!!!! SHE’S SO EXCITED TO SEE THE SIGN!!!! SHE’S SO NERVOUS AS SHE STRAIGHTENS HER HAIR!!!!SIEUNUBVWPRIUWBEPGIUWEBGPIUWBEGPIUWENGPOUWENG:VOWIEBVPIUOWEIHOUIBHOUGPIYHGUIYLHYFGIYFJHGYFJHVGYJH

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queenerzablue  asked:

Hello, I was wondering if you can do a Drarry with things you said when you thought I was asleep? Thank you!

FYI, this one is rated R! :) Nothing very explicit happens, but there’s sexual content ahead!

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The first time he saw them, he was too startled to even say anything. Well, and Malfoy’s mouth was immediately on his dick, so there was that, too. The second time he had already thought of something before they fell into bed, but a quelling look from Malfoy made his words die on his tongue.

The sweat had barely cooled the third time when Malfoy mumbled something about Harry casting Cleaning Charms before he rolled over and promptly fell asleep. Harry blinked, at a loss for whether he was meant to stay or if Malfoy would wake him up in the middle of the night to boot him from the bed.

They weren’t even supposed to be fucking; Auror partners weren’t allowed to fraternize, but it was happening anyway. They both said after the first time that it was just pent up tension—that it wouldn’t happen again. But it did. Twice more. Harry was helpless to Malfoy’s pull now that he knew what his cock tasted like and how it felt splitting him open. His arse clenched with the memory, the pleasant ache still fresh as he lay there listening to Malfoy’s even breaths.

When Malfoy shifted in his sleep, he ended up on his back and Harry had a perfect view of the marks marring his chest. The marks Harry’d put there himself. He swallowed thickly and let his fingertips ghost over the edge of one of the scars. They almost looked silver in the strip of moonlight pooling across the bed.

Harry held his breath as Malfoy stirred.

When Malfoy settled again, he took his time studying them, his eyes tracing the path of each faded scar.

“I thought he would have made you use dittany on them,” Harry murmured under his breath, making sure to keep quiet to keep Malfoy from waking up.

If Malfoy wouldn’t accept an apology when he was conscious, Harry would tell it to him when he was asleep.

“I didn’t mean to. You’d be thrilled to know I didn’t even know what that spell did,” Harry continued, sighing heavily.

He ran a hand through his hair and moved closer so that he could curl his arm around Malfoy, his fingers stroking his smooth skin. “I had to cast something, though. You tried to cast Cruciatus at me. But…well, I guess your heart wasn’t really in it. I could see how messed up you were. God, if I’d known, Draco…”

Harry trailed off and pressed a kiss to Malfoy’s temple. “I’m still sorry, all the same. I wish that hadn’t happened. I wish you weren’t scarred from it. I guess now I know why you always insist on showering at home instead of in the training center.”

“Well, that, and the facilities are appalling,” Malfoy muttered acidly.

Harry froze. He hadn’t realised Malfoy was awake.“I—oh, er, did I wake you?” Harry asked, trying to smooth over his gaffe. “I couldn’t…sleep,” he finished lamely. Christ, he sounded like an idiot.

“Yes, I gathered, what with you yapping my ear off about things that don’t matter,” Malfoy bit out.

He nudged at Harry’s shoulder until he was turned away so that Malfoy could curl around his back, his arm banding around his waist and his fingers splaying across his chest almost possessively. He stroked Harry’s chest, fingers playing with the sparse patch of curls.

“I’m still sorry,” Harry said after a moment. Malfoy grunted in response and mouthed at the back of his neck. He rocked his hips against Harry’s naked arse and Harry felt his renewed interest against his backside. “So does that mean you aren’t angry I managed to say something after all?”

“Shut up, Potter,” Malfoy muttered.

Harry grinned when he felt Malfoy’s hand trail down his belly to circle around his swelling prick.
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It’s Starting To Feel Like Home

Characters: Bucky x Reader 
Warnings: talks of miscarriage, blood, angst, swearing
Prompt Number(s): 06 - “I lost the baby.”, 113 - “Where did all these puppies come from?”
W/C: 1.3k+
A/N: I know that there is never really a replacement for something like this, like losing a child and the intention of this story is to bring hope and a smile. I hope I don’t offend anyone with this piece. Thank you for sending prompt numbers @stevette60 <3

Originally posted by coporolight

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Always Be the Same (Smut)

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Request: Could you do one where y/n can’t sleep because shawn is going back on tour soon so you try and wake him up and he gets kinda frustrated but you too end up having very gentle/sweet sex?

Word count: 2,231

Always Be the Same (Smut)

I tossed and turned around the bed, still not being able to sleep. I gazed over at the clock, four hours ago, Shawn had kissed my forehead lovingly goodnight, before slowly fading into his sleep.

Looking beside me, Shawn were lying on his stomach, drooling a bit on the pillow. I still hadn’t been able to sleep, not even for just a minute.

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Assist Me (Part 3)

Summary: With little to no experience and no approval, you are secretly trained to be an Avenger.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 1248

Warnings: none

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9

Originally posted by kingsebastian

You avoided Bucky, Sam, and Steve the next few days. Avoiding them was easier than you thought because Tony had asked you to help him with a multitude of tedious tasks. When you would finish with those tasks, you would stick around to see if he needed help with anything else.

Whenever Steve walked into a room you were in, you pretended to be occupied with something. It was so obvious you were and Steve felt bad. He never said anything though. He was just trying to protect you and follow the rules. After Bucky had reminded Steve of himself before the serum, he thought about a lot. If anything, Steve thought you could have a role like Maria. Maria was trained to fight and also helped with missions – she just was not able to contest the enemies unless they came to her. She was not an official avenger, but she worked for them as planetary defense and under intelligence service. Yet after reflecting on it, he still came to terms that it would be best if you just remained an assistant.

Sam finally caught you on your way to Tony’s office. Telling him you were busy, you walked faster.

“Y/n, I’m sorry that it didn’t turn out well,” Sam stood in his place. You stopped in your tracks and turned to face him. You had no valid reason to avoid Sam. Nor did you have a valid reason to avoid Bucky. They didn’t do anything wrong. In reality, they were helping you and putting themselves at risk. They should be avoiding you.

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anonymous asked:

an amnesia fic idea for a setting where sid and geno aren't together (yet): sid loses his memories but somehow no one knows. he just goes to practice like normal because he found his schedule and he knows what day it is. he remembers hockey, of course. he can figure out who his teammates are by watching them interact and call out each other's nicknames. then geno comes directly up to sid and BEAMS at him and sid instantly decides that this wonderful guy MUST be his boyfriend. (lol he's not)

lmao thats wild but how about 18-yo Sidney mind-traveled (just pretend it’s a Stanley Cup magic thing) to his 30 year old body, and he’s so pleased that he has a team who loves him and also a boyfriend too!!! until Geno shows up with a woman he introduces as his girlfriend during their team outings and Sidney is just…..heartbroken.

“Oh,” he says, looking at Geno and the blonde up and down. “I, uh, I’m–”

“Sid, you okay?” Flower asks.

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine,” Sidney says quickly, setting the drinks down and backing up. “I just, um, I just remembered something I had to do at home.”

“You not having dog, Sid,” Geno says.

“Well, maybe I do!” Sidney yells back, then lowers his voice when he realizes that his entire team is staring at him, and Geno looks taken aback. “I mean–I’m sorry. I’m going to go home. Sorry.”

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Sidney calls Taylor first. No dice. Then his mother, who picks up on the second ring.

“You alright, honey?” her voice asks warmly. Sidney feels the tears start to well up.

Mom,” he says. Then he just absolutely loses it. 

“Sidney,” his mom says, but he can barely hear her voice over the receiver and his own blubbering. 

“Mom, I want to go home,” he sobs. “Are you home? Can I come home?” 

“Sidney, shh, shh,” his mom says. “It’s alright, baby, you’re alright. Shh.” She keeps making these soothing noises and lets Sidney finish crying. 

(basically the following scene is just him explaining to his mom that he knows he’s 18, but somehow he time traveled to his 30 yo body, and let’s say they get his dad on the phone too and they believe him because this is like a hockey magic thing that happens when people get stressed, like getting deaged or something. Sidney can’t come home, but they do promise that he can call them again anytime until he’s back to normal, and that they love him very much.

Later, after Sidney has showered and is getting ready for bed, his doorbell rings. He really doesn’t want to open the door, but then his phone rings too. It’s Flower.)

“Took you long enough,” Flower begins, then takes in Sidney’s red-rimmed, puffy eyes. “Woah. You okay?”

“I’m okay,” Sidney sighs. “Just tired.”

“You left the bar so suddenly. Geno’s pissed. He’s been wanting to introduce his girlfriend to you for weeks.”

“Oh,” Sidney says, his voice small. “I’ll…I’ll apologize to him later. I’m sorry, Flower, this is a really bad time–”

(Flower eventually wrangles the truth out of him, and listens in shock as Sidney reveals that he’s not himself, that he’s time traveled.)

“I thought we were dating,” Sidney admits in shame, hating how dumb he sounds. “I just–he was so nice to me–I thought–after all these years, I’d finally…you know. Have someone. Be happy. But, um.” He looks up, bites his bottom lip, and tries to blink away tears. “I’m just. You know. The same.” 

“Oh, Sidney,” Flower says, and wraps him in a hug. “Fuck.”

“I really liked him, Flower,” Sidney whispers. “I really, really thought I finally had it all. But that’s really asking for too much. I’m just being stupid. Sorry.”

“I’m so fucking sorry,” Flower replies.

(He eventually tells the team the truth, that he can’t remember anything past age 18, and the team doctors eventually say he’ll be back to normal soon.)

“Yeah, well, that’s the good news, at least,” Sidney says, looking at the ground and trying to ignore the eyes on him. “That, and me still being able to play.”

(He pulls Geno aside before they head out for practice, even though his legs are shaking.)

“Hey,” Sidney says. “Geno. I’m–I’m really sorry…the other day. I shouldn’t have been so rude.”

“It’s okay,” Geno says gruffly, not looking at Sid. “You not know.”

“I didn’t know how to tell you.”

“You should have telling me. I’m best friend, I’m help,” Geno says.

“I know, I just–” Sidney sneaks a look behind him. “Look. I’m really sorry. I already told Flower this, but I think I have to say this. I thought we were dating.”

Geno stops moving. “What?”

“I thought we were together. I’m–” He sighs. “I didn’t know what was going on. You were so nice to me. And no one’s ever that nice to me unless they want something, but you never did, so I just assumed–” He wrings his hand helplessly. “I freaked out. I’m over it now. But I’m really, really sorry about what happened.”

Geno opens his mouth, then closes it again. “So…you think, at bar, I’m cheat?”

“No!” Sidney shakes his head, but purses his lips. “Well. A little bit, in the beginning. But after a few seconds I figured that we weren’t together in the first place. So I was just mad at myself, and I shouldn’t have taken it out on you.”

“You want date me?”

“I wish you’d stop rubbing it in,” Sidney grumbles. “I’m going to head out. We good?”

“No, we not good,” Geno says, pulling Sidney back. “What happen after? After you leave bar?”

“I…went home.” Geno is still staring at him, so Sidney admits, “I called my mom. Cried a bit. Went to sleep.” He shrugs. “I really don’t have a dog.”

“Sidney, I’m so sorry,” Geno says mournfully, which just breaks Sidney’s heart even more, because it means Geno’s confirming that there won’t ever be anything between them. Sidney wishes everyone could just stop apologizing. 

“You don’t have to be sorry,” Sidney says.

Then Geno kisses him, out of the blue. Sidney gasps a bit and nearly bites off his own tongue, but Geno is insistent, slotting a leg between Sidney’s thighs and tipping him back a little bit. 

“I’m sorry for make cry,” Geno says breathlessly, when he pulls back. 

(anyways it turns out that Geno is also sorry that he was too chicken to ask sidney out sooner, and the girl was just his friend visiting from home, and geno just brought her to make sid jealous etc etc. sidney is back to normal soon and they date and everything is roses the end)

Harbor In the Tempest (3/5)

After an attack by the Lost Boys, Emma and Killian find themselves in an impossible situation. Canon divergence from 3x07.

A/N: This chapter is the reason I wanted to write this fic in the first place. Please don’t kill me. Endless gratitude to @caprelloidea for letting me yell at you about this.

Rating: T

Word Count: 4272

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 4

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The sun slowly crawls across the sky, passing its zenith and giving way to soft late-afternoon light. Neither Killian nor Emma really know what to do with themselves, and they fall into an odd type of silence the likes of which he’s never felt before. It’s not exactly uncomfortable, not even sitting as closely as they are, not even with the full weight of what’s happening to her hanging between them. It’s not uncomfortable but defeated, like waiting for a ship to slowly sink on the open sea.   

Every time he’s lost someone it’s happened quickly, going far beyond just Liam and Milah. Crewmen lost in battle or knocked overboard in violent tempests, first mates taken down by a knife fight in a tavern, a father gone without warning in the middle of the night. Death and loss are abrupt, sudden things for him, a simple flick of a wrist and a severed hand.

This is new. He knows what’s happening as well as she, both of them helpless to do any more than listen to the cliff up above, hoping for the sound of her parents or Regina coming through the woods overhead and frightened that it will never come. That’s new for him too, the fear crawling up his spine, an emotion that hasn’t seized him so completely in centuries.

For awhile he contemplates taking her hand again, lacing his fingers with hers to keep them warm, give her something to hang onto. He eventually decides against it. She’d accepted his touch earlier, even seemed to welcome it when he placed his hand to her forehead. But a sort of grim acceptance seems to have come over her ever since Pan’s visit, and he’s reluctant to try and talk much - he knows the topic of conversation would likely drift into unpleasantness soon enough.

He doesn’t know how to be there for her, but he aches to try.

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Voltron Fic Rec (Sheith #1)

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Alright, this is the beginning of my fic rec for the Voltron Legendary Defender universe! And I’m going to be starting with my OTP: Sheith!

Pilot Error by inkfishie (AO3)

Small Heart, Made of Steel by inkfishie (AO3)

Falling by snofeey (AO3)

Crash and Burn by snofeey (AO3)

The Moon and The Stars by hoshi (aka @hoshiwrites who has some of the best fics I have ever read)

A Simmer and A Burn by hoshi (AO3)

Moment Of by unalignedant (AO3)

redshift by fuhllmetal (AO3) (Kind of team fic but has a lot of Sheith)

To Cry of Your Bones by awkwardCerberus (AO3)

The Sea That’s Painted Black by flyingwide (AO3)

Wake Up Call by gingayellow (AO3)

Bravery by gingayellow (AO3)

Surprise by gingayellow (AO3)

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faster-than-asparagus-is-cooked  asked:

Question: What are the top 10 herbs you'd recommend beginner witches start out with? I'm looking for easily-accessible, non-poisonous stuff.

This is a bit hard to answer because it highly depends on your purpose for the herbs (what you cook, what you’d like to make/cast, etc.). However, I can recommend some commonly used herbs that I use most of the time.

  1. Cinnamon. Boosts other spells, helps purify, focus, strengthen, energize–a very common herb in spells as well as cooking. You can buy the powder to start, unless the recipes you’re looking for require sticks. Cinnamon essential oil, cinnamon tea, and cinnamon incense are also very useful.
  2. Rosemary. You’ve probably seen this before as a potential substitute for any herb (only use it this way if you absolutely cannot get/use the herb in question; otherwise the spell just won’t be as powerful). A common ingredient in spells, it can be used to enhance memory, bring about peace, beauty, faithfulness, focus, good dreams, love, protection, communicating with the dead, and warding off illness. A flexible herb indeed. Do not use a lot if you are pregnant.
  3. Lavender. If you’re going to use this in cooking, make sure to use culinary lavender, as the other types just won’t taste good. It is used for cleansing, love, peace, friendship, protection, sleep, and luck. Not to mention it’s a great relaxant to smell in your room, and it’s also calming as incense or tea. It can also soothe cramped muscles and burns as a salve.
  4. Bay Leaf. I recommend buying these whole. In cooking, you usually put it in at the start and take it out afterwards, since it can be a little hard to digest (although it is still edible). In spells, it’s often included and burned for wish granting, luck, psychic powers, spirit communication, prosperity, and wealth.
  5. Thyme. A very common herb in cooking. Used for loyalty, purification, health, banishing, restful sleep and prophetic dreams (if placed under your pillow) and health in the home. It also protects your money and brings you abundance. Do not use a lot if you are pregnant.
  6. Chamomile. You’ve probably heard that the tea can help you relax and sleep: it also brings prosperity, attracts money and love, breaks curses, protects, and is wonderful for divination and dream work. You can use it not only as a tea, but in dream sachets, salves and baths. If you drink a cup of tea after a meal, it’ll help your digestion (fun fact).
  7. Basil. If you’re a fan of pastas and pizza, you’ve 100% tried this spice. Not only does it bring peace, happiness and love, but it also soothes animosity between people. It is commonly used to promote a happy family and a peaceful household. It can also protect the home, and burning it helps with divination, especially about love.
  8. Lemon Balm. Not often talked about here on tumblr. A member of the mint family, this leafy green smells like lemon and can be used as a substitute for lemon peel, in salves and oils, or tossed in a salad to add a lemony flavor. It is a great relaxant like chamomile, for it eases the stomach, depression, and menstrual cramps. As a result, this is a very powerful herb to use in magic: it boosts other spells, increases balance, health, cleansing, and success. Double-check that lemon balm is safe to take with your medication. This one may have some side effects when taken internally, as it is an anti-depressant. (Mint has similar properties though isn’t as powerful, just in case you’re uncomfortable with using lemon balm.)
  9. Turmeric. Why don’t more witches use turmeric? This spice is labelled as a “super food” as it is rich in many many health benefits. It’s great for health and beauty spells as well as purification, immunity, and longevity (especially in tea, although you may want to add milk/honey to improve the taste, as it is strong). It can be used in dyes, cooking, salves, soaps, tea, pickling, and many more. I usually buy the powder, as I mainly cook with it.
  10. Sea salt. Not an herb, but a must-have. As well as making black salt by combining charcoal with it, this salt has insane protective and cleansing properties. It is used in recipes, ritual cleanings, protection during casting, cleansing tools, and is a common symbol for earth. Very, very flexible and often used.

I’m sorry for the long post, but I hope this helps a bit. These are very commonly used herbs, but if you’re on certain medications it might be wise to see if any of them conflict. Good luck, lovely! 

anonymous asked:

Story prompt: a new homeowner is unaware that a demon summoning circle lives under the floorboards. One night, a creature dies on the circle, and the fresh blood summons....?

I hated my new apartment. You would have thought my ex-husband would let me keep my own fucking house - the one that I grew up in - but no, I was the one that had to move out. And I did. Without a fuss, apparently. I don’t know who was worse sometimes, me or him.

The pipes creaked, the hot tap in the kitchen didn’t work, and there was a crack in the plaster in the living room. It was always cold and I was still pretty sure I had mice living in the walls.

This wasn’t home. It wasn’t life.

I lay in bed shivering, curled in on myself and wishing for something…. I don’t know… more. My ex got the house, he got the new girlfriend, the promotion, even our cat, Blue. What did I get? Mice.

I could hear them now, scratching. The worst house guests ever. They didn’t pay rent, so couldn’t they at least shut the fuck up at this time of night?

The street light outside my window flickered and went out as I tried to get to sleep.  

The pipes gurgled.

The clock ticked.

The mice scratched.

And a voice spoke, right next to my ear.

“Who has summoned me?” It said simply.

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anonymous asked:

Stephen Strange + #119 & #137 please!!

Benedict Cumberbatch, yay!

119. “How long have you been standing there?”

137. “Why exactly do you need chloroform at 2 AM?”


“Okay, explain it again, Stephen… Why exactly do you need chloroform at 2 AM?” I was bleary-eyed and still half asleep as the doctor/sorcerer followed me around my house. I had been sleeping peacefully until my boyfriend had randomly portaled in.


I opened one eye, getting the strangest feeling that I wasn’t alone. It turns out I was right… Gasping sharply, I jumped nearly a foot in the air and fell out of bed.

“Stephen! How long have you been standing there? Why didn’t you just wake me like a normal person?”

“Aw, come on…” he said, smirking, “You’re cute when you sleep, I didn’t want to–”

“Yeah, yeah… Cut to the chase. It’s never good news when you appear unannounced.”

There was a pause, then…

“Did you happen to bring any chloroform home from your lab?”


“I told you, something about an ancient book Wong found. He says it’s got the right qualities of an ingredient for a certain spell and…” He paused at the look on my face. “What?”

“You’re doing something dangerous again?”

Stephen snorted and half rolled his eyes. “Pssh, no… Well, I mean, maybe. But it’ll be fine.”

I sighed. “Sometimes I wish you were still just making up excuses to visit me…”

“Ah, but I don’t need an excuse.”

A small smile managed to work its way onto my face as I handed him the bottle. “Just be careful, Stephen.”

Smirking, he turned and hopped through the golden circle of light. “You know me… I always am.”

anonymous asked:

Hello! Could you perhaps write something about Aaron getting his phone back after prison and finding a message (or messages) from Robert, maybe not really meant for him but that Robert needed to talk to someone and didn't think to delete? (I know you wrote a drabble of Robert leaving a message, this could follow that or not, as you choose) I've been reading through your stories, and they're wonderful! I love some of the domestic moments (Paddy pushing Aaron in the muddy river is a favorite!)

thank you lovely, thats so kind! and aaahh i love this idea, i hope you enjoy.

a sequel to this drabble.

It had been a long day, and Aaron was exhausted. He’d managed a quick, five minute shower, wanting to wash the last of prison from his skin before he went to bed, so his hair was damp against his forehead as he sat down on the edge of the bed, his heart racing as his felt the familiar softness of their mattress underneath his hands.

Six weeks. It had been six weeks since he’d been at home, since he’d slept in his own bed, since he’d had a good nights sleep. Aaron couldn’t wait to close his eyes, and just sleep - but he wanted to wait for Robert, to say goodnight to his husband properly.

He could hear Robert in the bathroom, their bedroom door cracked slightly open, the sound of the water running filling the upstairs hallway. Aaron turned his focus to his bedside locker, too tired to think too much about Robert, and the shower, and how gloriously naked his husband was right that minute.

Noticing his phone, Aaron realised he hadn’t so much as turned it on all day, having completely forgotten about it. He’d gotten used to not having it, he supposed.

Turning it on, Aaron couldn’t help but smile as he noticed Robert had charged it for him, the little battery sign in the corner flashing green. It took a few seconds for notifications to flood through, Facebook notifications and football scores, and a whole rake of phonecalls - from Robert?

Aaron raised an eyebrow, wondering why his husband had been calling his mobile while Aaron had been inside, knowing there was no way he’d hear the messages. He dialled the number for his voicemail, waiting patiently for the 47 unread messages he had to play.

“I miss you, Aaron. You’ve only been gone three days, and I miss you so much it hurts to think about it. I’ve spent nearly every day of this past year with you, and even when you were in France, I got to call you, see your face every single day. Not being near you, not being able to kiss you goodnight - it’s awful. I miss you, and I can’t wait for you to come home.”

Robert sounded absolutely devastated on the phone, an edge to his voice that Aaron recognised as the older man trying to hold back tears. 

“You’re going to think it was stupid, me ringing your voicemail just to feel like I have someone to talk to, but the truth is, without you around, I’m lonely. I don’t have any friends, besides you,” Robert said in his next message. “I’m sitting on the couch, watching Top Gear, and all I want, in this whole entire world, is for you to be here next to me, telling me to shut up so you can focus on the cars. I’ve recorded all the new episodes, by the way, so you can watch them when you’re out. I miss talking to you about stuff like this, whats on telly, how your day went. My days are getting pretty boring, without you.”

Aaron’s heart twisted at Robert’s words, his loneliness obvious now. Aaron didn’t often think about Robert having mates, but his message made Aaron realise just how few and far between those friends were. 

“I was in Tesco, and I saw your favourite chocolate was on offer, and I was halfway home before I realised you couldn’t eat it because you’re not here, you’re in prison. I’m pulled in at the side of the road between Hotten and home, and I feel like such an idiot for crying over something so small when you’re going through hell inside.”

“Aaron, I’m scared. I’m scared something is going to happen to you inside, and there’s nothing I’ll be able to do to help. I can fix a lot of things, you know? I can sort out a lot, but I just have to sit and wait for the solicitor to sort your appeal, and I hate it. I hate feeling helpless.”

Helpless. That was not a word he’d use to describe Robert Sugden.

“I miss you. Please come home to me soon, Aaron.”

Aaron wished he could have been home sooner.

“I haven’t slept in our bed since you went inside.” Robert admitted tearfully in his next message. “It’s too big, without you in it. I’ve been sleeping on the couch for weeks, but you come home tomorrow, and our lives can start again. God, Aaron, I love you, and I’ve missed you so much. I can’t wait to see you tomorrow.”

“You alright?”

Aaron looked up to see Robert walking into their bedroom, towel drying his hair as he kicked the door shut, blocking out the rest of the world. He was speechless, his phone still pressed to his ear. 

“Aaron, you okay?” Robert repeated, concerned now. His pyjama bottoms were slung low on his hips, drops of water running down his neck, and any other time, Aaron would probably have just jumped him there and then, but he noticed instead - noticed the dark circles under Robert’s eyes, the slump to his shoulders and the even more pale than usual complexion of his skin.

“I listened to your messages.” Aaron said, setting his phone down and standing up, unsure of what to say.

Robert flushed, clearly embarrassed. “Sorry, it was a weird thing to do. I just needed someone to talk to while you were inside, I guess.”

“Robert, I’m so sorry.”

“What have you got to be sorry for, you daft idiot? You did nothing! You were going through hell inside, don’t worry about me.”

“I do though, worry about ya.” Aaron wrapped his arms around Robert’s middle, hugging him tightly. “I’m sorry you didn’t have anyone to talk to.”

Robert held him close, pressing his lips to the side of Aaron’s head in a soft kiss. “Your voicemail did an okay job.”

“Well, I’m here now,” Aaron reassured, blinking back tears he hadn’t realised were welling in his eyes. “And I’m never leaving ya again.”

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The snowball part 11

hey! sorry for the late update, just started uni and things are getting hectic and stressful, thanks for everyone’s patience :) xx


Link to the rest of the chapters x

The remainder of dinner passed solemnly as everyone tried and failed to think of ideas that would allow the Illyrians to stay on their land.

Feyre could feel Rhy’s watchful eyes on her as she poked at her spaghetti, twirling it around on her fork and watching it slowly drip back into the bowl, over and over. She couldn’t understand how Tamlin was even considering helping such a vile company. Lucien had been against it but mentioned that Hybern was offering Tamlin a deal too good to refuse, but at what cost to the Illyrians?

When Feyre looked up Rhys was still watching her. He quirked an eyebrow at her. Tell me what you’re thinking. He seemed to ask. 

In response, Feyre downed the glass of wine Rhys had bought her, and turned to face the group, “I think I know who that single, wealthy investor is.”

Rhys and Mor looked at each other in silent agreement as if Feyre was confirming something they already had guessed, but it was Cassian who asked, “Well tell us.”

“A few weeks ago Tamlin grew… more agitated than usual-”

Mor snorted, “You mean he wasn’t always so delightful and charming?”

Feyre’s face burned in shame and Rhys shot Cassian and Azriel a warning glare as they snickered at Mor’s comment. Underneath the table, Rhys nudged his knee alongside Feyre’s gently, “Go on.” He urged. 

“Lucien said it was because he was working with a new business partner, later on I found out it was Hybern’s company.”

“You say that as if you’ve met the man.” Azriel said.

“I have.” Feyre said, shocking them all.

“When?” Rhys asked quietly.

“Not long ago, he was at our-” Feyre caught herself before quickly amending,  “Tamlin’s house.”

“Of course those two are best buds.” Cassian said.

“He didn’t seem like he wanted to take the deal. But Hybern was making it worth his while.” Feyre countered. 

“Well at least we know how to get to Hybern’s greatest investor.” Azriel was looking intently at Feyre.

“Az.” Mor warned before Rhys quickly interrupted.

“You want to use Feyre as leverage?” 

“Of course not Rhys, I just meant that Tamlin will listen to Feyre. She can try and convince him to withdraw from the plans.”

“But that would mean Feyre has to be near Tamlin again, and like that will happen any time soon.” Amren said. 

Rhys nodded his approval. Feyre could barely sit still while the others made plans about how to sway Tamlin without involving her.

“I’ll do it. If it means protecting these people.” Feyre interrupted quietly.

“Feyre-” Mor began before Rhys silenced her with a look.

“It’s your decision Feyre, but at least think it over first?”

“I have thought it over. I want to do this.”

“I don’t like this Rhys.” Mor said, crossing her arms.

“I never said we’d let her go alone. We can ask him to meet her in public. We can all be nearby just in case. She needs to talk with him anyway, we can’t go on hiding her forever.”

“I agree. Feyre should be able to go back to work, or anywhere in town for that matter, without having to look over her shoulder.” Azriel added.

Feyre nodded at them all, “I’ll ask him to meet me tomorrow.” When she saw Mor anxiously biting her nails across from her she leaned over to grip her hand. “I’ll be fine.” 

“Still. I wish Cassian had already taught you a few boxing lessons.” Mor grumbled.

“It’s not too late.” Cassian said with a devilish smile.

“Cassian it’s nearly 7, let the poor girl sleep.” Amren argued.

“I’ve had enough sleep. I want to learn.” Feyre said earnestly.

Rhys’ eyes twinkled with mischief. “Now this sounds fun.”


Amren and Mor went back home while Feyre once again climbed onto the back of Rhys’ motorcycle. Cassian and Azriel would meet them at the house for Feyre’s first lesson. 

Feyre strode up to the bike confidently and let no fear show on her face as Rhys revved the engine teasingly. 

“There was not nearly as much screaming last time, we may have to change that.”

“Don’t you dare.” Feyre warned, squeezing Rhys’s middle tightly to emphasize it.

“I think you secretly like it.”

“I think I’ve had enough of being scared to death recently, thank you.”

Feyre had meant it as a joke but she felt Rhys deflate as he hung his head low in front of her. Feyre lifted a hand to place it reassuringly on his shoulder, giving it a light squeeze to show she hadn’t really meant it. 

“You’d better hold on tight.” Was all Rhys said, a clear message to remove her hand.


Lights were already on at Rhys’ considerably large house when they arrived. Removing her helmet, Feyre gaped at the townhouse.

“There it goes.” Rhys interrupted.

“What?”

“Any hope that you would like me for my dashing looks and personality alone now.”

Feyre smiled and pushed his shoulder playfully as he showed her into the house.

Cassian and Azriel were waiting for them in a spare room which had been cleared out for Cassian’s boxing equipment.

“About time. Did you guys get lost?” Azriel asked.

“Probably best not to ask what those two get up to in their spare time.” Cassian joked, sending Feyre a wink.

“Are you just trying to anger Feyre enough so she’ll actually punch you Cassian?” Rhys replied.

“Oh don’t worry, I’m perfectly capable of punching him with no foreplay needed.” 

Cassian roared with laughter and even Rhys shot her a delighted grin. 

“You might want these first then.” Azriel said, tossing her a pair of obviously used gloves.

“You should really wrap your hands first. Here let me.” Rhys grabbed a roll of bandaging and held out an expectant hand.

Feyre noticed Cassian and Azriel suddenly finding other places in the room to be and averted their gazes as she placed her hand in Rhys’. He barely looked up at her as he silently bound her hands with surprising gentleness.

“Alright now try flexing them, can you move okay?” He asked when he finished.

Feyre tested out her mummified hands before nodding and slipping on a pair of gloves. Then Cassian approached her with a pair of punching pads on each hand, grinning wickedly at her.


Some agonizing hours later, Feyre was permitted to stop for the night. She slumped on the floor in the corner, gulping down water that Azriel had gotten for her. 

Cassian had been relentless, but a good teacher. Azriel and Rhys had stayed to call out encouragement and give advice when Cassian permitted them. Feyre’s punches had been sloppy and weak at first, but by the end of the session, Cassian actually winced a few times. Whether he was humoring her or not, Feyre didn’t care. 

She shook out her bruised and raw hands and Rhys was immediately there to remove the bandage and holding an ice pack.

“We’ve all been there.” He smiled when she noticed the ice.

They all moved to the living room as Cassian began to complain about his aching legs and feet. Azriel put the tv on as he and Cassian took the only armchairs available, leaving the small couch for Rhys and Feyre.

 Rhys shrugged as he moved to sit, a challenge on his face as Feyre hesitated. Steeling herself, Feyre sat next to him. The couch was so small that no matter what way Feyre sat, her thigh was always touching Rhys. 

It wasn’t long before Azriel went to bed claiming lack of sleep. Then the lolling of Cassian’s head and soft snoring announced he had fallen asleep in his chair. Feyre laughed while Rhys tried to quieten her.

“He gets grumpy if woken from a nap.” He explained grinning.

Rhys was so close she could practically hear his heart beating quickly as he seemed to take note of how close she also was to him. Feyre tried looking around to distract herself, and that was when she noticed faint scorch marks on the wall near the tv. 

“Did Tamlin do that?”

Rhys followed her gaze before sighing. “Yes. I would say he didn’t mean to but I think I would be lying.”

“I’ll get him to pay for any damages tomorrow.”

“I don’t need his money.” Rhys said, a faint look of disgust on his face. “I really wish you weren’t doing this.” He added, suddenly serious.

“Then why are you going along with it?”

“Because I believe you need to face him. Because we need your help. Because you’re the only one who may be able to convince him to stop all this.”

“And what if the only way to get him to agree is if I go back to him?”

Rhys went still. An icy rage settled over him but the hand that reached for Feyre’s hand remained gentle. As his fingers locked around hers she nearly flinched, remembering the last time Tamlin’s hand had closed over her wrist. 

“Do you want to go back?” Rhys asked, staring at her intently.

Feyre paused. Considered the question seriously. “No.”

Feyre loved Tamlin. Maybe a small part of her always would. But she could not forgive the way she had been treated. No matter the stress he was under, Tamlin should never have hurt her. Mor and Amren had helped her understand that. Azriel and Cassian had helped her to laugh and made her not feel so lonely when she had felt unhappy in Tamlin’s empty house. 

And Rhys. Rhys had taught her to read. Allowed her to work for him. Gotten her out of bed and exploring new places when she had felt like doing nothing but sleeping for a year. Not to mention given her a safe place to go when she needed to get away from Tamlin. 

Rhys studied her carefully. His gaze seeming to read all these thoughts racing through her head. “Why not?”

“I don’t think I can ever go back to how things were between us. You’ll be there tomorrow right? In case…” Feyre finished uncertainly.

“I’ll be there.” Rhys promised.

A bit of tension left Feyre as she prayed for everything to go right. 

“Feyre, if Tamli-” Rhys began but Feyre cut him off.

“I don’t want to talk about Tamlin anymore.”

Rhys appraised her sudden boldness. A purr crept into his voice as he asked, “What do you want to talk about then Feyre darling?”

“I don’t want to talk either.” 

And before she lost her nerve, Feyre leaned forward and removed all distance between her and Rhys. Her hands reached out to grip his face as her lips crashed into his. If Rhys was shocked he didn’t show it, his hands winding through Feyre’s hair and pulling her closer. 

Feyre slid one of her hands to the nape of Rhy’s neck, running her hands through the silky strands there. Rhys countered by extricating a hand from her hair and sliding it down and around her waist. A small gasp was elicited from Feyre as his hand gripped her, Rhy’s thumb sweeping in small circles up her side. 

A few minutes crept by, Feyre’s hand travelling to rest upon Rhys’s chest as he hummed contentedly, until an awful gurgling noise from Cassian had them springing apart. Cassian’s head snapped up as he woke. 

“What’d I miss?” He asked with a sleepy voice. 

His eyes widened as he noticed the flush on Feyre’s cheeks, both of their messed up hair, and how Feyre’s shirt had ridden up to show just a sliver of her stomach. A cheshire cat grin slowly spread across Cassian’s face.

“I was just about to take Feyre to bed- I MEAN HOME!” Rhys said, horrified.

Cassian only laughed and even Feyre couldn’t hold back her laughter at being caught. 

“Whatever Rhys, just maybe next time, ask for some privacy.” Cassian got up and strolled from the room, shoulders still silently shaking from laughter.

Rhys looked at Feyre sheepishly. “I really should be getting you home.”

“Only if we don’t take that bike.”

“So you’re saying if the bike is the only option you’ll just have to stay here?” Rhys said smirking.

Ferye flicked him on the nose. “No it means I’ll ask Azriel to drop me home instead, you prick.”

Rhys laughed. “Prick already is it? Why only a few minutes ago you-” 

Feyre silenced him straight away with a small peck on his lips. He looked down at her almost dazed.

“Just take me home please.”

“Of course.”