you two are going to bone soon right

anonymous asked:

I️ can’t tell if you’re accepting requests or not. But in two months I’m going into chemo therapy for my bone marrow transplant and I️ thought about what if billy had a girlfriend going through the same thing as me and how he would talk her through it all. If you’re not taking requests I️ understand but if you are thank you 😊

I’m not right now! But I’m going to make an exception for this. Here’s a headcanon-type drabble for you, anon. I hope your recovery process is as painless as it can be and that you feel better soon. <3

  • Billy Hargrove knows three things in his life:
    • 1) He doesn’t take shit from anyone.
    • 2) He doesn’t cry, not since his mother died.
    • 3) He doesn’t fall for anyone.
  • You broke all three of those rules within the first week of him knowing you.
  • You see, Billy saw you for the first time in the grocery store. It was something simple, he was picking up a gallon of milk, you were looking longingly at some snacks. 
  • When your parents came around the corner to guide you away carefully, he noticed the way your skin was taut and the curves of your body were visible under a thin shirt. 
  • You reminded him of his mother.
  • It took him a whole twenty-four hours to track someone down who knew you. In that time he exhausted every single person he knew in Hawkins to find you and get your name.
  • Something haunted him - maybe it was you, maybe it was the memories of his mother - but he just had to know you.
  • The day he slid up to you in Benny’s with a grin on his face, you told him to get lost, having heard the stories over and over from friends at the high school.
    • He broke his first rule. You wanted him to scram? He left. Confused and hurt.
  • The next time he saw you in the park, you were crying into your hands, curled up on a bench and he faltered.
    • He broke his second rule. He dropped carefully into the spot beside you and reached out a hand, asking you quietly what was wrong. When you told him about the impending transplant, tears welled in his eyes.
  • Clutching flowers, he waited in the hospital waiting room for hours, knee bouncing continuously, no matter how many people complained at his jumpy habits and fidgeting.
    • He broke his third rule. The nurses finally let him back and he carefully placed the flowers on a side table, staring at you as you laid so small and fragile in the bed. He dropped into the seat next to you and took your hand and kissed it, everything smelling sterile except for you. You smelled like home.
  • Back and forth from chemotherapy was nothing to him.
  • It helped your parents and it helped you. So Billy took you there and back with a grin on his face, loud music, and screaming the lyrics at the top of his lungs to make you smile.
    • Sometimes he even messed the lyrics up purposefully to watch your nose crinkle as you rolled your eyes.
    • He was an idiot, but he was your idiot.
  • Needless to say, the summer was warm but the hospitals were always cold. He often lent you his jacket, leaning in and kissing your head and humming as he rubbed whatever part of you he could reach.
  • He was so touchy, but it didn’t really matter. It was how he showed time and time again there was only one person left in the world for him, and that was you.
  • You were his girl, his one and only.
  • Close to the end of the treatments, you were tired of it, you were sick of them, at your wit’s end that he had to suffer through it too.
    • The fight was brutal.
    • You sobbed and screamed and told him he could have any girl in Hawkins that wasn’t like this.
    • He just shouted back he didn’t want any girl but you. You were the one that had rooted into his bones, burrowed herself into his heart and wrapped around him so tightly he couldn’t breathe.
  • During rough patches, he was beside you constantly, fingers running over arms and light kisses to the temple. No one had ever seen Billy Hargrove so docile except when it concerned you. 
  • You wanted ice cream at midnight? He’d drive to the town over that had a 24-hour store just to get it.
  • You wanted to go see the water? A lake trip where Billy carefully parked and hoisted you up into his arms with a grin and kissed your head and carried you to the edge so you could run your fingers through the water.
  • You wanted a normal life? A normal experience?
  • He couldn’t give that. It was the one thing he knew that wasn’t in his power, but out of everything in life, he wanted to give you: happiness was it. So Billy just sat with you, he cared for you, he kissed you, he hugged you, he bought you whatever you needed, he watched your favorite movies until he could reenact them in the car with you on the way to appointments.
  • Forget the three things Billy Hargrove knew before.
  • He knew now only one thing:
    • That he loved you.
Inject yourself into my veins, as a matter of fact, let me help you. I don’t have much to lose, so when I fall, I fall quick. Tie your regrets onto my heart and let us float away like lost kites from a childhood that we couldn’t get right, can I just hold you tonight? I never want to lose you. Stitch my lips shut, I won’t tell you any lies. Strangle my flaws until they’re purple and blue– I’ll take you in the form of nightshade, kiss me under the night sky and explain each constellation to me. Don’t worry. I’ve got nothing but time. For you? I’ve got centuries of letters and they don’t have to be about love. They can be about you. And how you don’t exist, you’re just a figment of my imagination, you’re in my words, the freckles on the sun, the beauty marks of the moon, the reasons as to why I’d rather say I’ll see you soon than a heartbreaking goodbye, goodbye. Slip yourself into my bones, I cracked my heart on top of your worries, it’s summer time and I may have lost my mind, but it’s going to be alright. Sneak into my soul and dance your pain away, if you tell the secrets through silence and I keep digging us two graves, then there’s life after death and there’s love after heartache. Some days I’m a run-on sentence that doesn’t know how to get it right and that’s the thing that I hate the most no erasers no pens no pencils no paper no lovers no kissing no fucking no drugs no boozes no more pain no more sleep no more light no more darkness no more stress no more worries no money no wealth no poverty no home no windows no emotions no disconnection from reality no dreams no poetry no prose nothing just you and I lost in the middle of a sunrise trying to be alright before the sun sets into another reason as to why I’m still a mess and these things happen like this these words are not mine I did not write them first I am just a sinner trying to ask the greats about the how why what when and where do you think I can be happy if I choose to let things go some days I see myself smiling as I chase down light spring rain as it trickles down the window there’s not enough of my heart to go around and that’s the reason to my depression I can’t keep myself full I am the glass half empty and I’m the last star to the left with nothing left to lose but bags under my eyes and a phone full of alarms that don’t really work unless I’m sleeping unless I’m dreaming unless I’m loving you enough to let you go and you can take my hand and you can love me into tomorrow but worlds apart– still, I’m happy with my unhappiness. And that’s the saddest thing I’ve ever had to say. And that’s the realest thing about me. I don’t need love. I just need to find a way out and far from this place. Young man, poetry will take you there. Past the stars, past the pettiness, past the lost kites, past the sober lovers who left drunken hearts on doorsteps that just don’t get answered and yeah I’ve been calling your name while you turn the other way and yeah I’ve been loving you when I really should be sleeping, but there’s more to this life than a little broken heart. There’s more to me. There has to be. There has to be more. I have to believe in it.
—  Nightshade

George Orwell quotes

  • “Perhaps one did not want to be loved so much as to be understood.” 
  • “The most effective way to destroy people is to deny and obliterate their own understanding of their history.”
  • “We shall meet in the place where there is no darkness.”
  • “In the face of pain there are no heroes.”
  • “It’s a beautiful thing, the destruction of words.”
  • “I enjoy talking to you. Your mind appeals to me. It resembles my own mind except that you happen to be insane.”
  • “Confession is not betrayal. What you say or do doesn’t matter; only feelings matter. If they could make me stop loving you-that would be the real betrayal.”
  • “If you can feel that staying human is worth while, even when it can’t have any result whatever, you’ve beaten them.”
  • “If people cannot write well, they cannot think well, and if they cannot think well, others will do their thinking for them.”
  • “We are all capable of believing things which we know to be untrue, and then, when we are finally proved wrong, impudently twisting the facts so as to show that we were right.”
  • “It is curious how people take it for granted that they have a right to preach at you and pray over you as soon as your income falls below a certain level.”
  • “All men are enemies. All animals are comrades”
  • “If there really is such a thing as turning in one’s grave, Shakespeare must get a lot of exercise.”
  • “I hate purity, I hate goodness! I don’t want virtue to exist anywhere. I want everyone to be corrupt to the bones.”
  • “Windmill or no windmill,life would go on as it had always gone on–that is, badly.”
  • “Four legs good, two legs better! All Animals Are Equal. But Some Animals Are More Equal Than Others.”
  • “Man is the only real enemy we have. Remove Man from the scene, and the root cause of hunger and overwork is abolished forever.”
  • “Power is not a means; it is an end.”
  • “The stars are a free show; it don’t cost anything to use your eyes.”
  • “Some ideas are so stupid that only intellectuals believe them.”
  • “Progress is not an illusion; it happens, but it is slow and invariably disappointing.”
  • “To an ordinary human being, love means nothing if it does not mean loving some people more than others”
  • “Perhaps a man really dies when his brain stops, when he loses the power to take in a new idea.”
  • “Happiness can exist only in acceptance.”
  • “So long as human beings stay human, death and life are the same thing.”
  • “How could you make appeal to the future when not a trace of you, not even an anonymous word scribbled on a piece of paper, could physically survive?”
  • “Good novel are written by people who are not frightened.”
  • “I understand HOW: I do not understand WHY.”
  • “Beauty is meaningless until it is shared.”

anonymous asked:

Hi I recently found your blog and was wondering if you could do a reader insert? I've been struggling recently with nightmares and being jumpy/ on edge all the time due to being in a car accident a few years ago. I was wondering if you could do one of the readerxjohn and Sherlock where she has ptsd because of a car accident? It'd really help ty!

Originally posted by roadswewalk

Reader x John; Reader x Sherlock

You jumped up from your bed, sweat trickling down your face. Although the fan was running, the room felt as if it had been set on fire. Pushing yourself up, you walked into 221B’s kitchen and poured yourself an ice cold glass of water.

“Y/N?” You jumped at John’s voice. “What are you doing up? It’s two in the morning.”

“I needed water.” You croaked out, holding up the glass for him to see.

John tilted his head to the side. “Are you sure you’re alright?”

“Of course she’s not alright she’s sweating like a guilty man on trial.” Sherlock walked into the kitchen in his robe and opened the fridge.

“Sherlock,” John muttered in disbelief. “Where did you come from?”

“I just came back from my walk.” He shrugged.

“At two in the morning?” You asked.

“Yes, but at least I’m telling the truth.” Sherlock turned around and faced you, crossing his arms. “What aren’t you telling me?”

You saw his eyes scan your body, searching for any hint as to what you were hiding.

“Nightmare.” Sherlock blurted out after a few seconds.

You gulped, nodding. You prayed that he didn’t find out about the crash that still haunted you. It was as clear in your mind as a summer sky. The way the car skidded off of the road and fell down the hill was something you could never shake.

“You said everything was fine.” John crossed his arms.

“I don’t want to talk about it.” You turned to leave as Sherlock grabbed your wrist.


“No?” You asked.

“No.” Sherlock repeated. “I’m the one that never talks about stuff. I hold it inside of me until I go off the rails, but not you. You always talk about everything going on with you. That’s who you are, now talk.”

You took a deep breath. “A few years ago I got into a wreck. It was bad, really bad. Every night when I go to sleep I can still see everything so clearly. It-It haunts me and I don’t know how to stop it.”

“Why didn’t you tell us?” John muttered, pulling you into a protective embrace.

“I haven’t told anyone.” You whispered into his shoulder. “Well, until now.”

You felt Sherlock place a hand on your back as John let go. Without warning, the tall disconnected detective pulled you in for a bone crushing hug. As soon as you registered what was happening, you gratefully hugged him back.

In the softest whisper you had ever heard, Sherlock said, “You’re not alone in this. Not anymore. Whenever you think of the accident from now on, just know that I’ll be in the passenger’s seat next to you.”

“Thank you.” You gratefully told him as he pulled away.

“Right, well, let’s go watch a movie or something, yeah?” John asked.

“Y/N can make the popcorn.” Sherlock stalked off into the living room. You laughed, grateful to have these two in your life.

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Five Minute Ficlet (Blinded, Pt7)

Love-making with Leonard was like nothing you’d ever experienced before. Despite his inability to see, his hands were confident and steady, able to find and tease response from every intimate location on your body. You closed your own eyes, lost completely in the sensation of his skin against yours. His fingers lacing in yours, the hair of his chest against the sensitive flesh of your nipples, his knee against your inner thigh. His hands traced every plane of your flesh, following curves and arcs, swells and dips. His mouth followed the lines he drew with his hands, the tip of his tongue drawing gooseflesh as it danced, sending shocks through your very cells. Your joining was slow and languid, inciting low moans and heavy breaths as you both moved toward climax. The crash of your orgasm exploded out of you in a wave of pleasure, and Leonard moved harder against you, catching your cries with rough kisses, as he thickened within you, suddenly bucking harder against you. He collapsed against you, damp with sweat, and trailed kisses down your sternum before rolling off you and pulling you against him. He wrapped his arms around you, and pressed another kiss against your shoulder.

“Your skin is soft,” he murmured, his voice low.

“I exfoliated the hell out of myself in the bath,” you admitted with a soft chuckle.

“You still smell like sunshine and berries.” He pressed his nose against your back and inhaled.

“I should smell like bubble-gum and sweat,” you countered, thinking about the bubble bath Christine Chapel had given you.

“Mm, nope. Strawberries and sun,” he argued with a deep sigh of contentment. You were nearly asleep in his arms when you heard his voice again, soft with drowsiness. “Will you still read to me? After tomorrow, if my sight comes back?”

“As long as you want me to, Leonard,” you murmured in reply, your eyes drifting shut. He was warm against your back and you relaxed against him, succumbing to his head and the comfort of his bed.


You wakened with a start, momentarily disoriented by the warmth that seemed to be coming from under you. Somehow, during the night, Leonard had rolled onto his back, and you had followed the comfort of his warm skin, rolling first onto your stomach, and then stretching across him until your arm and leg were pinning him to the bed. His near arm was under you, and you could feel his hand playing in the loose hair on your back.

“Everything about you is softness,” he praised. You flushed and stretched against him, and his hand trailed to the hollow in your back. “Darlin’, I don’t want to get up, but I need to see Geoff.”

“Let me help you to the shower,” you offered.” When his lips turned up in a smirk you raised an eyebrow, despite him not being able to see it. “I’m not washing your back until you follow through on that promise to wash mine.”

“That’s cold,” he pouted as he pushed himself up at the side of the bed. You scooted out beside him, and rose to your feet, waiting until he was standing before taking his arm and leading him to the bathroom. He touched your shoulder, and then traced up your neck until he was cupping your cheek, leaning down to place a kiss on your lips. “I don’t want to chase you out, but Jim is planning on collecting me to take me down to MedBay.”

“I’ll slip out while you’re showering then,” you laughed, patting his naked backside as he stepped into the bathroom. You dressed quickly, and headed back to your own quarters, just a few doors down the hall, without being seen, and headed straight to your own shower. As you were towelling off, you heard the communicator you’d been given chirp, and checked the message. The captain wanted to see you in his ready room. You dressed and made your way there without haste, knowing he was likely going to be a few minutes helping Leonard. H

He was replicating a coffee when you entered the room. “Come, sit, Y/N.” You took the offered chair and smiled when he put the coffee in front of you. “I wanted to discuss your crew record with you.”

“Of course, Captain,” you nodded. He smiled and took a second coffee from the replicator and sat down across from you. He touched the screen of his PADD and slid it toward you.

“You didn’t mention you were a highly decorated Starfleet officer,” he accused. Your brow furrowed in surprise, and you pulled the PADD closer, looking at your record. You’d been awarded a number of commendations during the cruise that ended with you stranded that you weren’t aware of. You scrolled through the file, and raised an eyebrow when you came to your status.

“I’m not deceased,” you pointed out. “So perhaps a few of those will be revoked when my status is restored?”

“I can’t see that as being likely, and even if they are, you’ll receive another for caring for Bones,” he countered. “It’s my rather unfortunate burden to inform you that the reason your shuttle away team was not recovered by the Intrepid is that they came under attack shortly after your crash. They had retreat to a Starbase for repairs, with the full intention of returning for you. On their voyage back to rescue you, they were lost.”

“Lost?” You echoed.

“It is believed they may have been caught in a black hole, based on trace residue at their last known location,” he explained. You nodded mutely. “As such, I have requested your transfer to the Enterprise, effective immediately. As soon as Doctor M’Benga clears you for duty, you may report to Lieutenant Commander Scott in Engineering.”

“I’ll visit MedBay immediately,” you acknowledged, rising. The captain raised his hand to stop you, and you dropped back into your chair.

“I can’t tell you how much it means to me, to all of us, that you came to Doctor McCoy’s aid, Y/N,” he began. “He’s come to rely on you a great deal in the last few days. For the good of the ship, if his eyesight is not restored by this procedure Doctor M’Benga did, I’ll be assigning him to your continued companionship until we are able to get him treated at a different facility.”

“Is there a chance that it won’t succeed? Leonard seemed to think he’d be fine as soon as -”

“I have every faith in the Enterprise medical staff,” Jim interrupted. “But since Geoff seemed reluctant to clear you for duty until he saw Bones this morning, I made an assumption that your assistance might be needed elsewhere before Engineering.”

“I’d like to go check on him, Captain, if you’ll dismiss me?” You asked, feeling your cheeks flush. Jim grinned, satisfaction oozing from his pores.

“Feel free to check borrow a book or two, if you want,” he smiled gesturing to a small bookshelf groaning with books right behind you. “There’s a copy of Emma, or maybe Much Ado About Nothing?” You raised an eyebrow and turned, running a finger along the spines until you found what you were looking for.

“Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy.” You held up the tattered paperback. “Seems kind of appropriate, doesn’t it?”

The City Part 6

Genre: Angst

Summary: Your two year long relationship has ended. With a new apartment and job you’re ready to move on from your relationship. But The City seems to have other plans for you.

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings/Triggers: language? maybe?

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Final

Part 6

“Where the hell are you, Y/N? I’ve been calling you for like 12 fucking hoursI know you’re still alive because fans keep posting creepy ass photos of your apartment building. What the fuck in going on?” Y/B/F/N was practically screaming on the phone.

“I know” you groaned into the phone, “I’m the fucking worst. It’s not just you. I haven’t responded to anyone today. I’m just really overwhelmed and needed some time to myself. If you want to come over you can. I just ordered more takeout than I need and I opened that bottle of wine you got me for my birthday”

“How the hell did they even find out where you lived?”

You slumped further into your couch and sighed, “They’ve been following us all day. They were waiting for us to leave Big Hit and Namjoon had to work so we went our separate ways. They followed me home and I guess they’re still outside. I haven’t returned his calls and I feel like shit.”

“I’ll be over in 15 minutes”

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Types of Dere - BTS

I’m not completely confident in the sites I looked at to do research on this topic but I tried my best, lovely person who requested, please please don’t be afraid to correct me on any of this and I’m very sorry it took me so long.


For obvious reasons I’ve chosen the shy boys of the group to be Dandere. Seokjin and Jungkook fit the description perfectly; shy, awkward, and insecure character. They’re very cautious when getting close to a person they like, reserving off their closest secrets, but I can see them slowly, very slowly, opening themselves up and showing more of themselves to their love interest. Once a solid relationship is built, they’ll happily tear their walls down and reveal their true selves. They’ll be more affectionate, protective, talkative finally.

Next, I chose Hoseok, Jimin, and Taehyung as Yandere. Yandere characters are sweet and cute and perfect, everything you could ask for in a partner.. until you two get close and comfortable. As soon as they fall in love, their possessive trait levels shoot through the roof. The boys would turn mental to protect you, willing to go as far as necessary to keep their loves out of harms way. Of course they’d hide their dominating sides unless something happened to you right I front of them, otherwise, they’re giving out warnings, starting arguments and punching bone fractures into cheekbones behind your back.

Namjoon is without a doubt a Kuudere. Most cites said the kuudere girls and boys are careless and indifferent to their significant others. They’re cold, unemotional, cool around everyone you know. I feel like it would get bad with Namjoon in certain situations, he’d take things too far, call you too mean of names in front of the boys, push you too far, but he’s so deeply in love with you while having a reputation to keep up at the same time. Love is weakness and God forbid any man be weak in front of anyone who matters, but in the end you would be the only person that really does. Behind closed doors, he’s as sweet s sugar, kissing you, whispering his love, hugging you, apologizing for earlier antics, making sure you realize how special you are to him.

Lastly, Yoongi is, going with all the clichés, a Tsundere. Despite the fact that their characters are known to abuse their partners, Yoongi would never intentionally hurt you, physically at least. Emotionally maybe. He would be rude to you in the beginning, pretending like he doesn’t give a fuck when lowkey he’s already fallen so hard for you its actually scary. He’d make you think about why you’re with him, debate if you should continue trying even when it feels like he isn’t but then he’ll surprise you with all the love in the world and make sure you could never leave him. He’d suffocate without you and he’ll let you know that he’s scared of commitment, that he’s been hurt in the past, anything to assure you of how much he truly cares and wants to be with you.

theastronomer  asked:


It starts like this: two nations in a bitter conflict.

It ends like this: death.


Alexander knew right when they were going to die. He’d come close to it before, had felt it in his bones and saw it in the sky. He had tried to grab as many people as possible, had screamed himself hoarse for them to follow him, to go with him into the closest subway.

Only two had listened.

To be honest, it was out of pity for a raving “madman” and he could tell that they were planning to call the cops as soon as possible. However despite that, he had grabbed them and dragged them down to the deepest level, blocked off from the rest of the subway and ignored the looks the men gave each other. It had only been when they were all the way down that they heard the first rumble.

The screams that came after.

Later they would ask him how he knew.

He would tell them the truth.

Later they would ask his name: Alexander Hamilton.

Later he would ask theirs: John Laurens. Aaron Burr.


Once they made it out of the rubble, they had taken one look around before throwing up. Only Alexander had kept his stomach, a consequence of living through disaster once before. Aaron and John on the other hand had no such experience.

Alexander only felt pity.

The land was ruined. It was still smoking, the smell of corpses burning filled his nose and he could see the body of a baby there, what looked like a man there. Everything from East to West was ruined and the sky loomed overhead, witness to the whole tragedy.

He closed his eyes before grabbing John and Aaron.

“We need to go.”


They look for survivors.

There are none.


Alexander kindled the fire from the wood he had found, sitting on a pile of rocks. He had managed to scavenge a bit of food and was roasting it over the flames. John was sitting next to Aaron, eyes blank and wide.

Then: “How are you okay?”

Alexander closed his eyes. “It’s not my first time in a disaster like this.”

John swallowed. “But-”

“Eat,” Alexander said, cutting him off. He wasn’t ready to talk about this. “You must be hungry.”

Aaron thanked him with a murmur and John just looked empty. Aaron ate with unshed tears in his eyes and John didn’t eat at all.

Alexander ate John’s share. No need to waste it after all.


It takes John and Aaron a few months to get used to him. Takes Alexander a year to get used to them. After all, he wasn’t used to people sticking around. John and Aaron had each other after all. It would be so easy to leave Alexander behind and once when he had broken his leg, he thought they’d finally do it.

Instead John had looked for medical supplies while Aaron had tended to him. Had managed to save his leg and after that, he stopped doubting that they’d stay.

They wander through the smoked ruins together. They find a few survivors, a few friendly and some not. They separate ways in the end but they don’t forget the names: James, Thomas, Angelica, Eliza, Peggy, George, Martha, Reynolds-

They don’t forget.


Surprisingly, it’s Aaron that makes the first move.

Alexander thinks this with a bland type of shock as Aaron pressed his chapped lips against his, calloused hands on his hips. Suddenly he was kissing back and things were getting heated and then he remembers John.

John is standing uncomfortably away from them, his body curled up on itself. He looks sad, angry, frustrated, and Alexander thinks mildly, he must be jealous.

With that last thought in mind, he tugs himself away from Aaron to drag John over, giving him a chaste kiss. He knows for a sure fact that Aaron loves him. Loves John. that John loves Aaron and him too.

John kissed him back before switching to Aaron. Aaron looks happy for once, as happiest as he could be in a post-apocalyptic wasteland.

As they kiss each other, they think maybe things will be okay.

"Just smile, I really need to see you smile right now." - Cesaro

This is a prompt drabble requested by @helluvawriter

Warning: Angst, car accident (no death), Fluff

A/N: When I started to write this, it wasn’t suppose to turn out angsty. I’m sorry but I have shed a tear.

You can find my other writings here: Masterlist

“Schatz, bist du da?” Cesaro shouted out as soon as he set a foot into the front door.

You loved it when he speaks German. Calling you ‘Schatz’ is Cesaro’s thing and you were proud that you’re his treasure. You’ve been with him long enough to have picked up some German and you’re improving day by day, after all these years.
You called out to him from the bed room and you could hear that he bolted right up the stairs, bursting into the bedroom, panting heavily. This was the last thing you remember when suddenly all goes black.

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Just Say Yes|| Jack Avery|| Why Don’t We Imagine|| Part 2

You lay on the couch in your living room, curled up beside your little sister, Marina. It’s peaceful in your riverside house in Laughlin, Nevada. All the windows are open, allowing the morning breeze to waft through your house. You can hear your mom cooking in the kitchen, the smell of sauteed onions in the air. 

It’s been two weeks since you met the Why Don’t We boys for the BBMA’s -  two weeks since Jack confessed to you. Since then, the two of you have been texting none stop. You’ve grown accustom to him complimenting you every morning and every night. He says that you’re the first thing he thinks about when he wakes up and the last thing he thinks of before falling asleep.

Missing him, you scroll through your texts from last night. 

Jack: Hey beautiful

You: Hi :)

Jack: I miss you… a lot

You: Awww! I miss you too!

Jack: I can’t wait for our date

You: What are you talking about? It’ll be months til I can visit LA again

Jack: Don’t worry. I’m sure we’ll be seeing each other real soon ;)

You brushed off the comment, assuming he’d Facetime you or something. You smile at the thought of being able to talk to Jack, not through text, not through Facetime, but in real life.

You and Marina stay put on the couch for a long time, scrolling through Instagram and Snapchat together. Around noon, the doorbell rings. 

“Mom! The door!” You yell from the living room. “Mom!” You yell again with no response. You groan, knowing full well that your mother could hear you from the kitchen, but you reluctantly get up and answer the door. 

“Can I help y-” Your eyes widen in shock when you recognize the curly hair and the grin you opened the door to. “J-Jack?!” You laugh, covering your mouth with your hand. “Oh my God!” He smiles as you jump into his arms, hugging him tightly. 

“Hello to you too, Y/N.” He says into your hair which is pulled up in a messy bun. He pulls away enough to see your face. “Are you ready for our date?” 

You look down at your outfit, realizing you’re still in your PJ’s and sweatshirt. “Right now?” You raise an eyebrow at the boy in front of you. Jack nods his head, his curls bouncing up and down. “Give me a sec to change.” You step back inside the house. Noticing that Jack doesn’t follow you, you turn back around, giving him a quizzical look. 

“I’ll… uh. Wait in the car.” You look around, noticing that a crowd consisting of Marina, your mother, and your older brother, Tyler, had been watching the whole exchange between you and Jack. Tyler gives Jack a death stare, making him retreat to his car at a brisk pace. You race upstairs as giddy as a school, your smile growing wider by the second. 

You change into a casual yet nice outfit and style your hair. Your lace tank top leaves a little bit of skin exposed between it’s trim and your jeans, and your hair falls perfectly, actually cooperating for once. After pulling on your white converse, you say a quick goodbye to your family, and jump into Jack’s car. You plant a kiss on his cheek and he starts the car,pulling away from your house. 

Jack takes you for lunch at your favorite 80′s style diner not 10 minutes away from your house. You spend the day showing him around your home town, pointing out your old high school and all your favorite places to hang out. 

After running around town for hours, you and Jack decide to walk along the beach, the sun starting to disappear behind the river. You sit in the sand together, legs touching, your fingers interlaced. You rest your head on Jack’s shoulder, watching the sunset. 

“I had fun today.” Jack says and kisses the top of your head.

You inhale deeply and smile. “Me too.” The two of you sit there in silence for a long moment, the water lapping up on the sand giving a soothing effect. All of a sudden you hear the strum of a guitar. You look around in search of the source to find the rest of the Why Don’t We boys walking towards you, Daniel playing his guitar.

What would I do without your smart mouth?Drawing me in, and you kicking me out. You’ve got my head spinning, no kidding, I can’t pin you down.” Corbyn sings, all four of them stopping in front of you. Your hands go to your mouth, covering your smile. 

What’s going on in that beautiful mind. I’m on your magical mystery ride. And I’m so dizzy, don’t know what hit me, but I’ll be alright.”  Jonah continues the song as the rest of the boys hum the melody, their voices acting as instruments. Jack stands up and starts singing with the rest of his group. They sing All of Me by John Legend, one of your favorite artists. 

Somewhere in the middle of the song you start crying, and you don’t know why. You don’t even bother wiping away the tears until the end of the song.

“Y/N, why are you crying? Were we that bad?” Zach asks. You laugh with the rest of the boys. 

“No. I’m just really happy right now.”

Jack comes down on one knee in front of you and your hands immediately go back to covering your mouth as you gasp.

“Calm down. I’m not about to pull out a ring or anything.” He laughs, showing you his empty hands. You giggle, dropping your hands into your lap, only for Jack to take them both in his own.

“Y/N, I’ve never been as crazy about someone as I am about you. I think about you all the time. I just… I can’t get you out of my head! And I’m really hoping you feel the same… Will you be my girlfriend?”

You sit there, at a loss of words. You find yourself biting your lower lip, trying to stop the enormous smile wiggling its way loose. “Say yes!” Daniel shouts, followed by the rest of the boys chanting the same thing. You clear your throat, making everyone fall quiet. 

After a beat of silence, you shout, “Of course!” Jack sighs in relief, throwing his arms around, knocking you on your back in the sand. Corbyn, Daniel, Zach, and Jonah shriek hooray, jumping up and down. You giggle, still underneath Jack. You look into his eyes and find pure happiness. 

You smile up at him and kiss him on the lips. You pull away, opening your eyes and see shock written on his face. You laugh but are interrupted by him kissing you this time. The two of you sit up after he pulls away, and you rest your forehead against his.

Out of no where, Zach attacks you from behind, squashing you in a bone crushing hug. The rest of the boys join in on the group hug, all six of you laughing, reunited again. You hold on to these five boys that you love so much, knowing that you’ll have to let go far too soon. You remind yourself to live in the moment,and right now, life is really good. 

Originally posted by kyathariina

Prompt:  First I love your works! They are truely amazing! What about Bones watching the person he has had been in love with since the moment they walked onto the ship, dying, his legendary hands not able to do a thing. It’s slow and painful, but there is nothing he can do except tell them he loves them over and over hoping some how that lessens the pain. Thanks so much! :)
Word Count: 1433
Warnings: Bleeding, death
Author’s Note: I’m not crying, you’re crying. (We may both be crying)

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Preference #44: Eat Out

Warning: Contains Sexual Content, View At Your Own Risk!!!

Calum: You bit onto your bottom lip, silencing your moans. Calum smirked against your skin, lifting your leg up onto his shoulder. Out of all places to get horny it had to be here. A fancy restaurant. Luckily for you the table you, and Calum had was in a far corner with a cloth covering it. The table cloth was long enough to hide what Calum was doing. He pulled his fingers away from your heat, replacing it with his tongue. The sudden new sensation made you jump in your seat, a moan slipping past your lips. You cleared your throat, grabbing your glass of water, and taking a sip of it. Calum plunged his tongue deep into you, reaching up to circle his thumb over your clit. He smiled when he heard a squeak come from you. Putting more pressure on the bundle of nerves. Your face dropped when you saw the waiter come back to the table, making you lightly kick Calum to make him stop. “Ready to order?” the waiter asked, holding up his notepad with a pen pressed to it. At the moment Calum decided to bit at your clit, and you swallowed the moan that was about to come out. “Another minute, my boyfriend just went to the bathroom,” you managed to say. You felt your release approaching fast, wanting the waiter to leave. Fear of getting caught coursing through you. “Alright, I’ll give you another minute,” he said, walking off. You let out a small whine as Calum curled his tongue up, hitting a spot that made you wither in the chair, Once you finished cummming, he slurped up your juices. “I hate you,” you mumbled as Calum slid back up, laughing at what just occurred.

Ashton: Beads of sweat was scattered over your skin. One of your hands fisted the sheets, while the other ran through Ashton’s hair. Your ass was hanging halfway off the bed, and Ashton was on his knees. Your legs wrapped around his head, pulling him closer to your heat. “OH FUCK!” you screamed out, back arching off the bed. You felt him smile, his hands going under your ass to lift you up as he ate you out some more. He started doing the alphabet with his tongue, glancing up to look at you. You head was pushed back into the bed, hair sprawled out around you. A trail of hickeys led down to where Ashton was now. He loved to be between your legs. Giving you pleasure, and watching your reactions was what he loved the most. He nipped at your clit, and you yanked at his hair. Pulling away, Ashton blew cool air onto your clit making you jump in surprise. “You like that?” he asked in a seductive voice. You nodded rapidly, and he slapped your clit harshly making you yelp. “I can’t hear you,” he said, plunging two fingers into your heat. “YES!” you yelled moaning when he sucked on your clit. Ashton moaned at the smell of your aroma, starting to thrust his fingers. “So beautiful,” he whispered, staring at your soaking heat. You were dripping wet, your juices leaking out onto the sheets. Ashton could feel himself growing harder than he was, and he bit onto his bottom lip. He wanted you to cum first before doing anything else. 

Michael: Michael had been dying to try something knew in the bedroom, and it took a lot of convincing. Your hands gripped at the headboard of the bed, Michael’s hands rested on your hips. He was right you would enjoy this. You were sitting on his face, and he was tongue fucking you. You were squatting over him, so that not all your weight was on him. He pulled your down closer, starting to show attention to your clit. Whining in pleasure, you reached down to grip at Michael’s hair. “Feels so good,” you whimpered, feeling his tongue start to thrust in, and out of you. Michael pulled away, grinning at your words. “Don’t stop,” you whined. “What was that?” he asked, a smirk on his lips, knowing he was teasing you. “Mikey please,” you begged, squatting a bit more. Your legs hurt like hell, but it was worth it for the pleasure. He chuckled at your begging, lifting his head up to lick up from your entrance to your clit. A breathy moan left your lips. Michael bit onto your clit, slightly pulling at it. “Is that what you want?” he whispered, “Hmm?” You nodded, and he plunged his tongue deep within you once more. Michael moaned as you started to ride his tongue. You circled your hips down, letting out soft moans. Your release was close, and your body shook when he had hit your g-spot. A loud gasp came from you, and Michael sent a slap to your ass. From the way you were clenching around his tongue, he knew you were close. “Come for me,” Michael moaned. You didn’t need to be told twice, body shaking as you came.

Luke: Your giggle turned into a moan as Luke sucked on your clit. “Luke, we’re going to get caught,” you hissed, eyes closing in bliss as he continued the actions. “Live a little,” he said, licking from your clit to your entrance. He plunged his tongue into you, curling it up to hit your g-spot. The two of you were spending the day at the beach. You both had wandered around, and found yourselves in a semi-secluded spot. Seeking the opportunity, Luke took it. Deciding to check having sex on the beach off his bucket list. Your legs clamped up, and Luke pushed them back down. He nibbled at your clit, and your toes curled into the sand. There was no doubt that Luke had a way with his tongue. His lip ring cold against your bundle of nerves. Sand was all over your body now, getting in places you really didn’t want them to be. He moaned at the taste of your juices. Luke sucked at your labia minora, and pulled at it. Your back arched off the warm sand as he slipped his fingers inside of you. He began to slide his fingers in and out, blowing cool air onto your clit. You legs shook, and you let out another breathy moan. The two of you could get caught at any moment, every bone in your body screamed that. You didn’t stop him though, loving the pleasure. Luke added another finger, and you shifted uncomfortably for a few seconds until it turned to something more. This was the first time he’s had three fingers inside of you, and you kinda liked it. All too soon he pulled his fingers out, replacing it with his tongue once more. “Keep going,” you moaned out, reaching down to run your fingers through his hair. Luke smiled against your heat. He had you right where he wanted you.

It Had To Be You

Character: Captain Kirk

Request: Hello! You asked for Star Trek requests so here I go! Could you write a kirk x reader where they’re on a mission of some sorts and they both have feelings for each other but haven’t said anything, but then something happens to the reader and Kirk freaks out and confesses his feelings but the reader ends up okay and lots of fluff? Thanks so much!

Word Count: 1974

Warnings: Mild harm to reader

AN- My second Star Trek fic! More on the way and feedback is appreciated as always!

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“God damn it!” Luca said frustratedly. He had been attempting to carry groceries up to his apartment but with his left arm pinned in a brace and sling to his chest, thanks to his broken collar bone, it wasn’t going well. Using only his right arm, he’d managed to pick up all the bags but soon everything was too heavy and the milk and two other bags fell in the middle of the lobby. 

Attempting to pick it up with one arm would be too difficult, especially since bending his neck at all still hurt. The hockey player looked around and saw a familiar face. “Hey! Would you mind..” his eyes looked down to the bags. God he hated asking for help. “I uhm….I just…it’s kind of….hard,” the last words came out soft, barely audible. 

A Court of War and Starlight: Part 22

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Rhys’s nostrils flared and the skin around his mouth went pale. “Who turned my city into the damned Spring Court?” he demanded, though no one was there to answer him.

I for one couldn’t stop smiling, because I knew exactly what this was.

Elain had figured out just what the Cauldron had given her.

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Exo Scenario: Kidnapped by a Rival Pack Pt 2 ~

^ Do you like the gif? I decided since Kai was one of the main characters, I would put this here as a sort of introduction. 

Anyway…here is part two to your request! I’m sorry that it’s taken forever to complete (and I’m not sure if you want me to continue this further from here - if you do, just let me know and I’ll make it a mini-series). Hope you like it and let me know what you think! 

You can find the first part here.

Trying to be soundless and quick as your darted through the halls, you caught the scent of your mate in the air, even with the storm brewing outside, trying to hide anything but the scent of earth and rain. The electricity in the air only had you on higher alert, the hair on your arms standing up.

“Chanyeol?” you called for your mate, hoping that his advanced hearing would pick up the sound of your voice. Even if the two of you weren’t like normal mates, you were still able to sense when he was near and you hoped it was the same for him. His abilities were much stronger than yours, anyway.

You were taken by surprise when a force ran into you, lifting you up into his arms and placing kisses along your cheeks and nose. You tried not to make a sound because you knew it was Chanyeol, but couldn’t help the small yelp that escaped your mouth.

“I thought I lost you.” he murmured. And though you felt nothing for him except for a sense of protectiveness, you felt like kissing him then. 

When he set you down, you cradled his cheek in your hand and just thanked him for coming to get you. Then you realized that Kai was missing and you did’t know where your brother was. You locked eyes with Chanyeol and he didn’t need to hear you say it to know what you were thinking.

“Come on.” and he grabbed your hand, dragging you through the unfamiliar halls toward an exit. 

Finally outside, you weren’t expecting to see so many pack members. Kai and Chanyeol had brought the other four that brought up their small group within the pack, and you were more than surprised to see that the rival pack was outnumbered for once.

Your brother was being very careful not to damage them more than he could explain for, and you knew his fighting style enough that you knew he would try to distract them by phasing in and out, showing up halfway across the field, or right behind them, if only to distract or piss them off. While he was doing that, you saw Baekhyun grin wildly as he blinded Lu Han, who was in the process of picking up a large tree branch with his mind to throw it at the five of them. Chanyeol let out a growl of approval to see his pack brother debilitate a rival member.

“Let’s not worry about them.” you urged your mate, pulling on his arm. “We should just make our way back to the rest of the pack. We’re safe there. Mother and Father will protect us.” but Chanyeol just shook his head.

“They took you. That’s a violation of the treaty. They mustn’t harm any of our members, and look what they did to you.” he picked up one of your hands and pointed to the marks on your wrists from the restraints they had tied you with. 

“Chanyeol…” but you couldn’t say anything else to convince him or the others to leave with you. It only spurred them to fight even more. And you watched painfully from the sidelines, cringing every time your brother or mate got attacked. You were helpless and you didn’t like feeling that way.

You thought that they were winning and that you would be able to go home soon, until someone came up behind you, a sharpened talon at your neck and a chuckling voice that had you chilled to the bone. 

“Look’s like we have your little wolf right here.” the rival member said at your back, pulling you toward his chest and only making you want to fight him off even more. You didn’t recognize this voice, which meant that he was new. You noticed that there were two others standing at your sides, three more members coming to aid the previous three. It meant that they were matched now and you didn’t have anywhere to run to.

Chanyeol’s pained expression upon seeing you helpless like that had you wanting to cry. You didn’t like seeing him worried, and you felt more for him than you did for yourself, though you were the one at the talon’s edge. 

If only you could transform like the others…

Just as you thought that though, you felt a surge of energy in your veins. You looked up and could see that Chanyeol’s expression had changed just slightly. Was he giving you some of his strength through your mate bond? 

As if you had been able to all along, you ripped from the rival member’s grasp, darting away from his extended talons and let out a growl that could have rivaled any of your pack members. 

You had never been able to transform before, or use any of the gifts that your parents said you could - or would be able to. Until now, that is. The rival members all looked shocked to see your skin rippling in and out of time, getting ready for you to transform. But you wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of seeing you do that. Not yet, anyway. 

Instead, you reached for your mate’s hand and directed the others all to lock hands, Kai at one end while you were at the other. 

“Goodbye.” you said cruelly to the rival members before the seven of you blinked out of time, traveling back to your pack home.

When you were safe, you collapsed on the ground from using so much of your newfound energy. You weren’t even sure how you had been able to do it, really. But you were proud of yourself for doing it and using your ability on so many people at once, even with the help of your brother.

“You’re safe now.” your brother and mate whispered to you, pressing a cold press to your head and laying you down in bed to rest. “You’re safe.” they murmured.


No Me Guesta

The conquest of Hoshido was going swimmingly. Mostly. Sure, Corrin had not succumbed to despair, but Iago was certain it was a matter of time. In fact, he had a new idea that involved Faceless and the Eternal Stairway.

However, transporting King Garon had proved rather taxing. Then Garon had ordered him and Hans to stay back, by themselves. They could more easily torture Corrin from in the shadows. At least until Fort Jinya.

And while Iago had no concern for Hans’ temper, he grew tired of the general’s constant complaining. They had been marching for quite some time. Iago figured they could do without rest that day, but he was beginning to regret it.

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modernlifeofash  asked:

18- Everlark, please!

Tampon Emergency (“This is without a doubt the stupidest plan you’ve ever had. Of course I’m in.”)

Peeta had the windshield wipers on full blast and still couldn’t see the car in front of him. “This is so not smart, Katniss.”

“Well it’s not like I can help it, Peeta,” she snapped back. “I can’t make my uterus stop shedding it’s lining every month unless there’s a baby in it and that is so not happening.”

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