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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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For Your Convenience (End)

Story Summary: To help you finally make a move on your long-time crush, you get assistance from your newly hired co-worker. (Retail/Department Store AU)

Word Count: 1,684

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A/N: After six long months, this series has finally come to a close! I want to thank every single one of you who reblogged/liked/commented on this fic. Your support means so much to me and your support kept this story going. I hope this was worth the wait :)

Originally posted by bucky-papichulo

“You can do this, Y/N. You can do this,” you assured yourself, pacing around the Fulfillment office before you confronted your fate. Despite your words of reinforcement, you felt anything but confident about what waited for you on the sales floor. You desired to profess your feelings, to finally put everything at ease. You couldn’t wait any longer. “You can do this, Y/N. You can do this.”

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Protector (Peter Parker x Reader)

Originally posted by sincerelysaraahh

*Not my GIF*

Word Count: 2236

*Please don’t plagiarize my work, thank you :3*

You were picked up your textbooks and notebooks, hugging them to your chest and walked briskly out of the classroom. It had been a long and terribly boring school day, as most school days were at the end of the year. The popular guys were pissing off the teachers and talking loudly, the more fashionable girls were Snap-chatting in class, and the teachers were fed up with everyone but still sane enough to give out detention slips. You balanced your binders on your knee while trying to open your locker as quickly as possible, eager to get on the bus to go home. It was Friday, and school was ending next week, much to everyone’s relief. A text from Peter just minutes before had left you in good spirits; he asked to come over like always for a Friday night movie marathon with Michelle and Ned, set with popcorn, ice cream and junk food of every kind. Stuffing things into your backpack and slamming the locker shut, you started down the hallway. The loud chatter from other students passing you gradually got more quiet as people in the very front of the school grew deadly still and began to crowd around something, blocking the entire hall. Whispers and muttering broke out, students everywhere desperate to get to the front where pushing and shoving your small form. Suddenly, a loud, collective gasp came from somewhere in front, followed by laughter and something being banged against what could only be a locker. You huffed loudly, just wanting to get to the buses until-

“Parker, Parker, Parker…” The students in the front chanted, jeering even louder now. Your eyes widened and the breath left your lungs. You shoved people aside, ignoring their grumbles and cursing to break into the inner circle. Another loud metal bang echoed, almost drowned by the loud laughter. Charging through row after row of high schoolers, you ignored the sharp jabs to your stomach from different restless kids. Maybe it isn’t him. You think, already knowing the answer. C’mon Peter, please don’t tell me it’s you out there. Reaching the inner circle, you desperately tried to squeeze between the line of tall guys that stood in front. You duck down, finding a little crack between the wall of jocks to look though. Sure enough, Peter’s beat up sneakers were just visible as he was pushed backwards against the line of lockers.

“How’s that Parker?” Flash Thompson’s voice rang out, angry and arrogant. “Wanted to taste the floor today, didn’t ya?” You hear Peter groan loudly, probably attempting to fight back.

“Hey, leave him alone!” Ned yelled, also trying to help his friend.

“Let me handle this Ned.” Michelle warned, and you calm down a bit. Michelle could help- she was very scary when needed. “Wait ‘till I get my hands on that son of a bitch.”

“What are you going to do?” One of Flash’s friends taunted. “Bore us to death with some nerd science?” Michelle snarled, losing her cool. Poor Ned had to grab both her wrists to hold her back.

“Hey Parker,” Flash announced, lifting Peter off the ground by the hem of his t-shirt. “Why are you so annoying, eh Parker?”

“A-all I did was tell you to s-shut up.” Peter retaliated, squirming. “Not my fault you have the temper of a bull with anger issues.” Flash grabbed Peter’s hair and slammed his head against the lockers. This made anger boiled in you like hot lava, making your head fill with thoughts of how to brutally murder Flash. You pushed even harder against the blockade Flash’s friends made, only managing to kick them in the heel. Fuck that. You think, absolutely enraged. The teachers just had to be in a meeting right now.

“Puny Parker,” Flash teased, cruel and unforgiving. “No wonder you hang out with the losers. D’you really think the Liz Allan would go out with you? Good thing you gave up on that, right? How does it feel to be such an epic loser that you hang around them!” He pointed to Ned restraining Michelle.

“And that other weird girl, what’s her name?” Flash asks. “Bet she only hangs around you ‘cuz she feels sorry for your ugly ass!”

“Leave them out of this! Leave her alone!” Peter yells, swinging his arms to punch Flash.

“Aww, does Puny Parker have a new crush?” Flash cooed, fake pouting. “Gonna go home and cry to your aunt and uncle? Oh wait-you can’t ‘cuz your uncle’s dead. Probably killed himself when he saw what a little bitch he had as a nephew-”

“ENOUGH!” You roared, finally forcing your way past Flash’s ogre friends. Stomping over to him, you let the backpack fall to the floor with a ‘thud’. The students became silent, watching the scene that was unraveling before them. Flash was so shocked he dropped Peter, who slumped against the lockers. You rush to him and drop to your knees, taking his face in your hands and inspecting it. Peter mumbled something about being fine, but his bleeding lip and bruised cheek said otherwise.

“You’ll be alright Peter.” You soothed, wiping the hair from his forehead. “Can you breathe okay? Not going to pass out, right?” He nodded weakly, face growing pink from embarrassment upon realizing that everyone was watching them.

“Okay-umm…” You glance at Ned and Michelle, then help Peter up, slinging his arm around your shoulder. “Y-you’re going to be okay. I’ll make it okay.”

Limping Peter over, you slip his arm off your shoulder and let Ned hold him up. “Take him to the storage closet.” You plead. “Stay there-I’ll be there in a bit.” Michelle nods solemnly and begins to shout at people to make a path. You slowly turn to Flash, a new fire in your eyes.

“What gave you the right?” You ask quietly, your voice a dangerous calm. “What gave you the right to treat him like that Flash?”

“Hey shorty, don’t start.” Flash says, smirking down at you. “Don’t even pretend you can hurt me.”

“Maybe I can’t hurt you, although rest assured that I really, really want to.” You hiss spitefully. “You envy Peter, don’t you?” Flash’s grin slips off of his face and he growls, cracking his knuckles.

You continue, not intimidated by his actions. “You envy Peter because he’s smart enough to be a damn nuclear physicist,” Your voice is rising steadily, reaching the point of near shouting. “And the only job you’ll ever get is serving food at FUCKING MCDONALDS!” Pinching the bridge of your nose, you calm down a bit, feeling about ready to physically explode.

Flash steps closer to you, his red face looking down at you menacingly. “Are you threatening me, you little-”

You cut him off almost immediately, standing on your toes to seem taller. “Am I threatening the great Flash Thompson?” You announce sarcastically. “Hell yeah I am. Don’t think I didn’t see the S.O.L. cheat paper in your backpack. Y’know how much trouble that can get you in? Forget detention, dumb-ass. That’s worth expulsion from school.” Flash paled visibly, stepping back from you.

“You wouldn’t-”

“Oh yes, I would!” You snapped, flailing your arms around wildly. “I can have you expelled faster than you can say your own name. So how about-” You walk up to him and jab an accusing finger at his chest.

“You leave Peter, Ned and Michelle alone-” You poke him a bit harder, taking another step forward. “Stop being such an asshole-” Another sharp prod to his chest.

“And if you ever hurt Peter again, I’ll make the rest of your high school years a living hell!” You shout, pushing Flash back forcefully. Then, picking up your backpack and spinning around on your heel, you stomp away, leaving the stunned highschoolers behind.

The hallways are a blur as you break into a run, sprinting to the famous storage closet that is often used as a hideout or meeting place. You skidded to a halt at the familiar grey plaque on the wall that read “Room 201: Storage”. It takes three quick knocks, a pause, and another two for Ned to open the locked door. You dart inside and take in the sight before you. Peter looked nothing short of terrible; his lip was still bleeding profusely and there was a nice sized cut on his head that made the hair stick to his forehead, staining it a dark red. It hurt you how utterly defeated he was. Remind me to kill Flash later. You think scathingly. Michelle elbows Ned in the side and stares pointedly at the door. When Ned gives her a confused look in return, she rolls her eyes and pushed him out of the storage closet, giving you a hopeful smile before shutting the door.

“Why didn’t you clean up?” You ask, keeping your voice calm.

“I was waiting for you to come.” Peter murmured faintly.

“Peter…” You trailed off, picking a roll of paper towels off a shelf.

“It’s pathetic, I know.” He said, hugging his knees to his chest. “Maybe-maybe you shouldn’t hang around me… You’ll just become another target for Flash.”

“Peter, you’re the smartest person I know…” You start, crumpling a paper towel into a ball. “-So why are you being such a dumb-ass?” Peter looks up, surprised at the change of tone.


“You heard me. Stop being stupid.” You dab gently at his forehead with the ball of paper towels, seeing him wince at every touch. “How could I ever want to stop being around you, hmm? You’re a freaking awesome guy, smarter than anyone else I know. You’re kind and funny and fucking amazing, okay? And Flash won’t even come near us any more unless he wants to be kicked out of school.”

Peter chuckled slightly. “Knowing how you get when angry he probably pissed his pants. Twice.”

“Don’t dodge the topic.” You said coolly, throwing the bloody towel away and getting a new one. “Why do you think you’re not enough? Why don’t you understand how much I-”

“Because-because I don’t know!” Peter said exasperatedly, throwing his hands up in defeat. He was trying to keep it together but the way his voice cracked when he spoke told you how he really was. “You’re you, and I’m just me! How could I possibly be enough for someone like you, huh? Spider-man is the hero, he’s the one who saves people and climbs walls! I’m Peter fucking Parker, the loser who couldn’t even save his-”

You wrap your arms around him, effectively shutting him up. Both of you stay still for a while and you refuse to let him go until his breathing evens out. After hours, or maybe just seconds, Peter sighs in content against your hair, slumping into your body and relaxing. Your hand weaves through his brown locks, gently tugging and pulling, making him whimper softly.

Before you could even think what you were doing, you pulled away for a second and brushed your lips against his jawline ever so lightly. Peter froze and his heart rate began to speed up again.

“Spider-man is great, really he is. But Spider-man’s no Peter Parker.” You say in a rushed whisper, placing his head on your shoulder. “Peter Parker is this fantastically nerdy guy with endless science jokes and big geek glasses and-and he never fails to make his friends laugh, and he may just be the dictionary definition of perfect! That’s how you are, Peter. Just a big ball of freaking adorable dorkiness and it should never be any other way.”

You could feel Peter smile against your shoulder, rubbing his nose against the fabric of your shirt.

“You’re amazing too y’know.” Came Peter’s muffled reply. He moved his head to speak clearly. “You scared Flash Thompson. That’s worth at least a Nobel Prize, being that bad-ass. And you’re better at science than me.”

“Wow Peter, no big speech for me?” You say, laughing slightly. “Fine then. We’re both pretty impressive, huh?”

Peter dug his face back into your shirt and hummed.

“D’you want to go to your place and just chill for awhile?” You ask hesitantly, scared he would freak out over the kiss and say no. Peter beamed brightly and nodded.

“Sure. Stay the night?” He replied, feeling a lot better now. The iPod in your pocket dinged and you saw a text from Michelle explaining that she and Ned were going to skip movie night just this once. You rolled your eyes at the wink emoji that she kept sending.


If anyone were to walk into the living room of the Parker residence at about 11:30 p.m., they would have seen a girl and a boy asleep soundly on the couch, the TV still playing old episodes of Teen Wolf. The two teens were, of course, a hopeless mess of tangled bodies. Both your hands were entwined in Peter’s hair and one leg was thrown over his hip while his arms were wrapped around your waist, his head against your chest, pulling you closer. At around 12:45 a.m. Peter’s hands would move lower to a less innocent place on your body and by 2:20 a.m. you had both rolled over so that you were now on top of him, your head in the crook of his neck. At 4:30 a.m. you sighed in your sleep, peaceful and happy.

Bellamy Blake imagine: Make me strong enough

Requested by anonymous 

Summary: Reader has feelings for Bellamy, but decided to let it for herself thinking he would reject her. When she gets into trouble with a grounder, he saves her. Back at the camp she finds him on the watch. They have heartfelt conversation which would lead to happy ending.

Word count: 2740

Originally posted by milfsthatarealive

As I was leaving the dropship, I saw another girl exiting Bellamy’s tent. It should had probably made me feel sad, but I had gotten used to it. 

Despite my feelings for him, I was happy with the state of our relationship. We were friends, he trusted me with the things he wouldn’t trust most of the people here.

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Shameless 07

Words: 4,583

Summary: This one I almost didn’t want to write, but it’s prevalent to the story and vital info in here, so it had to be included. There’s no warnings I can think of. Sam finds you in a bar after the incident in the gym and convinces you it might be time to talk to someone about what’s happening. That’s the best summary I can give right now.

Shameless Chapter 6

Shameless Series

The bar was surprisingly quiet for a Saturday evening. You’d been here for a couple hours now and the crowd hadn’t grown all that much as you watched from your worn out barstool. The amber liquid was burning less and less with every sip you took from the tumbler in front of you.

Was this your 7th?  Maybe 8th?  You’ve been here too long now and your drinks were starting to blur together.

It’s been a long time since you’ve drank this much. You’d made it a point since you’d left your early-twenties that you would be more mature, more responsible, less…drunk.

But tonight, oh boy, tonight you were going to do whatever you could to numb this agony residing deep in your chest. Bucky’s words were so fresh as they replayed in your ears over and over.

“…only one desperate enough to keep coming back…”

Well, if he hadn’t hit the nail right on the head with that one, huh?  You were desperate. You were pathetic. You were not worthy. You were weak.

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We Lost Them- Steve Rogers x Reader One Shot

Summary: (Y/N) and Steve have been married for a couple of years and have finally decided to take the next big step; having their first child. Everyone is supportive, knowing that it’s going to be a little hard because the father is Captain America for God’s sake. But not everything is so perfect.

Characters: Steve Rogers x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader (platonic), Sam Wilson x Reader (platonic), mentions of the other Avengers x reader (platonic)

Meanings: (Y/N)= Your name

Warnings: Miscarriage, sad, arguing, Tony but if swearing, only some fluff

My hand subconsciously rubbed my baby bump, a feeling of not still spreading through me. I had always wanted children, a family of my own. So many people had told me that being pregnant was a wonderful experience, despite the obvious pain at the end of it all. I totally agreed with them.

Steve and I had been married for three years. It had been tough seeing as he was an Avenger; I was constantly worried about him, fearing that he wouldn’t come home one day. But I knew I couldn’t think like that, how could you live a life like that? We shared so many wonderful memories together along with my second family, the other Avengers. When we finally decided to have a baby and were successful we received nothing but support and happiness from the others.

I was alone in the Avengers Tower, the others had gone on the mission but should have been back that night or possibly the next morning. Steve and I had our own place in Brooklyn but Tony insisted that we move into the tower whilst I was pregnant; Steve would have to go missions at times and he wanted me to be safe. I understood, thinking it was a good idea myself. At first Steve thought that it would be too claustrophobic, however t was totally the opposite. Having the baby’s aunties and uncles sound me Just brought more happiness.

I decided that it was time to finally get up. Although I was almost three months along I was already getting tired easily. It was a small bump but still a sign of life inside me. Forcing myself to stand, I felt a wetness between my legs. Had I wet myself in the night? Looking down at my sweatpants, my eyes widened at the realisation of what had happened.

There was blood everywhere.

I let out the most blood curdling scream I had ever heard in my life. This could not be happening. This had to be a nightmare! I felt frozen, I didn’t want to move. A series of urgent knocks sounded at my door but I couldn’t answer. My eyes bore into the red source spread all over my crotch and legs.

“(Y/N)?! Can I come in? Why are you screaming?” I heard Sam’s voice. Wasn’t he on the mission?

He waited a couple more seconds before barging into the room. I didn’t even blink as he ran up to me. I couldn’t breathe, tears were running down my cheeks but no more noise was coming out of me.

“Oh shit.” he whispered to himself.

“S-Sam…” I mumbled.

“Come on, we have to get you to the hospital ward.”

Sam helped me to my feet, holding me close to him. He alerted FRIDAY, instructing her to have the hospital staff ready for me. My steps were slow and small, I felt that every time I moved it would harm the baby even more. Was there when a baby left? Everything seemed rushed, I hadn’t even realised that we were in the hospital ward now. Nothing was processing in my mind, I couldn’t hear anything.

Sam held my hand throughout. He had become a close friend of mine and like a brother. He was always there for me, especially when Steve wasn’t.

“Why?” I blurted out as the doctor was trying to explain what was going to happen.

“I’m sorry Mrs Rogers, ‘why’ what?” The doctor questioned me.

“Why did this happen?”

“There isn’t always a reason, it just sometimes happens.”

“But why me?” I was starting to cry again.

“Again Mrs Rogers, there is no clear reason. One thing we do know is that it was not your fault, don’t ever blame yourself for this.”

After the appointment with the doctors and getting rid of the miscarriage, Sam just held me. I had only been able to get changed but after that I couldn’t bring myself to move. My loud wails of pain were echoing throughout the ward, tears soaking Sam’s shoulder. His arms were tightly wrapped around me and they never loosened.

“I came as fast as I could.” I heard Bucky come into the room.

“Bucky, what are you doing here?” I sobbed, pulling away from Sam.

He sat on the bed as well, holding my hands.“I was at training at headquarters when Sam called me. I had to come.”

“I just don’t understand.” my voice was croaky.“What did I do wrong? Did I do something to desrve this?”

“Of course you didn’t. These things happen but you just don’t think about them, who would?” Sam added.

“What about Steve?” I gasped. He was going to be so upset. Would he be mad at me?!

“They aren’t going to be back until tomorrow morning now. Do you think you can wait till then?”

“Let’s not get into that yet.” Bucky stopped us.“You need to rest, it’s been a long morning. Do you want some time alone?”

“Could you please stay? Or at least one of you? Just till I fall asleep.”

They both agreed to stay. Both of them sat in a chair either side of the hospital bed, patiently waiting for me to fall asleep. It was a horrible task. My arms wrapped around my stomach already missing the feeling of my baby. Steve and I were good people, we hadn’t done anything wrong. What if it was me? What if I couldn’t have children? My dreams of a family would be crushed.

I didn’t dream. Maybe it was a good thing, there was nothing reminding me of reality in that moment. When I woke I had hoped that it was all a horrible nightmare and I would be waking up with my baby still growing inside me. However I knew that it couldn’t be. As soon as my eyes opened I started to sob loudly again. Bucky and Sam jolted from their own naps, returning to my side to comfort me. It had been three hours meaning it was late afternoon. It was still so long until the others got back.

“I need him.” I wept.

Bucky started to think of ideas.“Maybe we could try to get him back-”

“We don’t know where they are right now.” Sam interrupted.“They may not even be able to take a simple phone call.”

I buried my face in my hands.“It hurts so bad. I literally feel like I’ve undergone a major operation to take my previous baby away from me.”

“Do you need a doctor? I’ll go get one!”

“No Bucky, my emotional ache has turned into a physical one. Ice never felt like this.”

“It’s a big loss, especially since it’s your first. But once Steve is back, he’ll be right by your side and so will the others.”


I hadn’t slept all night and it showed. The hospital let me go seeing as I was in the same building and FRIDAY could keep an eye on my vitals. Sam and Bucky were hesitant to leave me but I needed time by myself. It was now physically impossible for me to shed anymore tears, it had made me exhausted along with everything else that had happened today.

Steve was going to be so angry. What if he didn’t want to be with me anymore? What if he wanted someone to provide a child for him? All I needed to do was carry and protect this child growing inside me and I fucked up. But where had I gone wrong? It infuriated me, there was nothing I did wrong! It was still my fault though.

Seeing as there was no point going to sleep now, I got dressed into something a little more presentable. I still looked a mess. FRIDAY informed me that the team would be back in an hour; that was an hour for me to workout how I would tell Steve. I contemplated my words over the small breakfast I made, still not knowing what to say. I was emotionless. How the hell could I drop this bombshell on the man I love?

Standing on the landing bay, I felt Bucky and Sam come up behind me. They had been such good friends in the last couple of hours, I knew they weren’t fond of each other, but coming together for me was one of the reasons I loved them. Taking a deep breath, I watched as the jet landed, the door opening as soon as it hit the ground. Steve was first off, eager to see me. As soon as he dashed off I saw his smile and it crushed me.

I collapsed to my knees, hunching over as I started to cry. Bucky and Sam fell next to me though I could feel the familiar hands of my husband trying to pull me up. When that didn’t work he joined me on the floor.

“(Y/N)! (Y/N) what’s wrong?” he panicked.

“I LOST THEM! THEY’RE GONE BECAUSE OF ME!” I screamed. I could feel the rest of the team surrounding me.

“Who? What are you on about?”

I finally looked up at him through blurry eyes.“Our baby! I-I woke up and there w-was blood everywhere and-”

Judging by the look on Steve’s face I figured he knew what happened. He easily lifted me into my feet, taking me inside. I guessed that he wanted to be away from the team who respectfully stayed out of it. We made it all the way to our room in complete silence, except from the occasional sniffle from me. Steve locked the door, leaning back on it as he let out a shaky breath.

“Our baby….”

I couldn’t stand to see him broken.“I’m so sorry Steve. I understand if you hate me.”

His eyes widened as he marced over to me.“Don’t you ever think like that! It’s not your fault. I love you as much as I did when I first saw you, that will never change.”

He pulled me into his chest, embracing me with his huge arms.

“I….I can’t believe they’re gone though.”

“I just want to have a family with you, is that too much to ask!?”

“Shh, of course it isn’t.” he started to stroke my hair.“This will just make us more determined.”

“What if I can’t have children?”

“Have you seen a doctor?”

“Sam rushed me down to the hospital yesterday morning.”

“Did they mention anything about that?”

“No. I didn’t really ask.”

His voice was starting to get shaky and I could feel his tears dropping into the top of my head.“Then we’ll make an appointment and get us both checked. We are having a child (Y/N) and we’ll be the best parents there could ever be!”

He sounded so broken yet so confident.“I love you Steve. I promise that I’ll have our child.”

“I love you too. And I know that you’ll love up to that promise.”

Benevolence 2

2/20 I just so happened to read the first chapter and realized my dumb ass spelled ‘hear’ instead of ‘here’. Anyways here the second chapter 

Word Count: 2,198

    “When you create a piece of fashion don’t compare it to someone else. That’s the entire point of being unique, your pieces won’t stand out unless they’re unique.”

            I’m sitting in the middle of my lecture usually I was all up for paying attention in class but, I was more focused on the lecture I would be getting when I got home. If I recall correctly Baekhyun said “Family meeting as soon your class ends Y/N we have things to address.”       

                                                   It took everything in me not to start cackling at the word ‘family’. This was anything but a family this was pure bullshit. He wants me to get along with Taeyeon so damn bad yet, when he saw us in the shower he looked anything but happy. Baekhyun behaves like a child meaning he’s still upset about last night. I can’t focus on that right now these assignments are going to take ages. Then on top of all of that I still haven’t finished my birthday dress, I’ve been working on it for almost six weeks. I’m adding each individual diamond, it’s costing me thousands. The only reason I’m putting in so work is because, Baekhyun promised to spend the entire day just us on my birthday. Another thing he had decided to bribe me with when I tried to leave, again.       

 “Y/N and Lisa will be working on the designs for the school’s annual ballroom party. I expect no mistakes to be made.” Our Professor spoke sternly. 

I look over to my left and saw Lisa, I didn’t know much about her other than what she told the class. “I’m a trainee who will debut soon enough.”  I never really paid much attention to anyone in my fashion course honestly because there were too many people in the first place. If there was one thing that I’d always choose over Baekhyun it would be my job. 

“Hello Y/N, nice to see you again.”, Lisa whispered as she caught my gaze. 

“Same to you, Lisa” I gave her a small smile. “I’m thinking lace gowns with 1 and a half inch gold threading.”

Lisa looked taken aback, I hope she didn’t expect our project meant getting personal. However, she quickly masked the expression with a large small, my biggest pet peeve. When people gave me those big ass fake smiles.

“Once we get the stencils with the correct sizes we can start.”, She declared, grabbing a sheet of paper and jotting something down. “Here’s my number we could meet tomorrow maybe?” Gazing down at the paper with numbers on it, I tore a small piece of it off and wrote down my own number.

“Sorry tomorrow is actually my birthday but, we can meet the day after. Here’s my number give me a call if you need anything.”

“Sure, Happy early birthday.”, She spoke gathering her things once the bell rang.

Giving her a small nod I walked off preparing myself for what was going to  happen once I returned home. My mind soon wandered off to Baekhyun and the days we used to spend alone. Our relationship was never just about sex we used to actually spend still with each other enjoy each other’s company. It’s more than obvious that that’s all done with now. I scold myself sometimes for evening going back to those memories because, with the way things are now his love for me was always lust.

“Y/N you work too hard nowadays come on, let’s rest for a little while.”, Baekhyun whined from the sofa.

“You know how important it is for me to get this work done. If I miss making one design my entire career could be over. On top of all that I still have to make the outfit’s for your Lotto video.”, I ranted grabbing my hand sewer to hem the last part of the shirt. It’s sweet how much he wants to spend time with me but, this work has to be done.

“Do you at least want me to make you something to eat?” 

A chuckle escaped my lips before I could stop it, Baekhyun couldn’t cook. I knew this for a fact when he made me ramen instead of sweet and sour pork like he promised. I didn’t say anything because I honestly didn’t care the ramen was still delicious. But I did mutter a few mocking words toward him at the  end of the date. “I didn’t know sweet and sour pork came in ramen form. I guess I should tell the chief down at my favorite restaurant that he’s doing it wrong.”

            I’d never forget the way his smooth pale skin turned a light peach color. I’m guessing he just thought I didn’t notice the switched menu items. He quickly apologized and said he had forgotten that I requested a specific menu item. It was cute how embarrassed he had gotten. The next we had dinner I ended up making it myself. “You could’ve at least let me help you.”, He grumbled stuffing his mouth.

 “I like cooking Baekhyun, you don’t have to go through the trouble.”

Chuckling again at the memory I turned towards him. “Yeah can you make some of your ramen shaped sweet and sour pork?”

I scowl took over his usually happy looking face as he remember the night he tried to cook me sweet and sour pork but failed desperately so, he made ramen hopping I wouldn’t notice. He always tried to feed me little white lies to make me think he was great at anything and everything.

“At least I tried to make it for you, do you even realize how hard that shit is?”, He pouted.

“Baekhyun it took me twenty-five minutes to make it, it would’ve been fifteen if someone wasn’t kissing down my neck every five minutes.”, I giggled at his reaction.

“Well I’m used to watching the cooking not actually doing the cooking.”, He mumbled going into the kitchen.

 “I can make you the best ramen you’ll ever taste.” He declared snatching a pot down causing the rest to fall on top of him.

“You idiot.”, I laughed going over to get them off of him. “I don’t need you to cook for me because, I know you love me.”

“I’m still cooking the ramen.”, He muttered as he pressed his lips against mine.

Oh has the time gone by, what makes me feel even more stupid is the fact that he was lying. He knows how to cook a decent meal, he does it for Taeyeon all the time. He saw my reaction the first time I caught him making sweet and sour pork for her. He claimed to ‘just gotten the hang of it’ but, I smell bullshit all over that excuse.

           Walking into the apartment I could feel that something was off. Sprinting back out the door honestly seemed like a better option. I had no idea what to expect all I know is that Baekhyun was and still is angry. But over what? It’s not like he didn’t invite Taeyeon in the shower whenever I got in him with him. I mean shit it was a rare occasion when she wasn’t present whenever we took a shower. It had gotten to the point where I had to sneak him into the bathroom to be alone together.

“Y/N, come here.”

Shit.                                                                                                                       It was too late now, I couldn’t just run off. Taking a deep breath I walked further into the apartment only to see Baekhyun sitting on the couch. Where was Taeyeon? She was always here for shit like this, she used it as an excuse to speak to me.

“Where’s Taeyeon?”, I asked slipping some design stencils onto the coffee table.

“She’s at the studio trying to talk about a solo project.I already talked to her about it when you left for school. I wanted to speak to you alone, Y/N.”

Taeyeon working on a solo project is not my business. I guess she really is trying to ‘work hard’ again. Baekhyun however, I knew he wasn’t going to let this one go. I saw that look on Baekhyun’s face this morning it would’ve sent shivers down any man’s spine. I’m glad he isn’t pushing anything about last night.

“There’s nothing to talk about, at least I won’t do the talking you’ll just sit and yell at me.”, I remarked.

“Y/N, stop getting smart and just sit down.”, He barked smacking his hand on his thigh. Rolling my eyes I sat on the far end of the coach away from him. If I was being truthfully with myself I wanted to roll on his side and cuddle up to him but, I see no point in trying at this point.

“Now I want to you to tell me what happened this morning AND I want to talk about last night.”, He expressed firmly.

“I was going to take a shower when Taeyeon suggested she’d hop in. She slipped and fell on top of me right before you came in nothing else. I didn’t even want to take a shower with her I don’t even like her.”, I replied crossing my arms over my chest. It was true, only reason I even let her take a shower with me is because she asked so damn fast about it.

“There’s nothing to talk about last night either. You and Taeyeon didn’t care about the fact that I had to get up early today but decided to have sex while I was in bed. Don’t worry that’s not even the worst part you Baekhyun, had no problem with me leaving the room last night. Then you waited till after you got done fucking Taeyeon to come ‘check on me.’ “, I snapped at him

“First, I don’t like you or Taeyeon even touching yourselves let alone each other. Second, I was still hard Y/N what did you expect me to do?”, Baekhyun barked back at him.

Was he serious?

Was he fucking serious? I couldn’t stop the smart remark from rolling off of my tongue.

“I didn’t fucking want Taeyeon touching me and I really don’t see the problem with me touching myself since you never do.”

“Is this what’s this about sex? God Y/N, I could fuck you anytime you want me to you know that.”

“Really that wasn’t the case last night Baekhyun, you pushed me away!”, I shouted.

“Because, you had just got done complaining about not getting any sleep from having sex I wasn’t going to fuck you with your damn attitude.”, He snapped “While we’re on the topic I think I’ve had enough of your attitude towards Taeyeon. She’s trying her best to make this relationship work while you’ve been shitting all over it.”

“You both knew I never wanted this bullshit excuse for a relationship to even happen! I’m not going to sit around and be fake smiling in her face like I don’t want you to myself.”, I hissed at him. I was now getting up to walk away to finish some work upstairs.

“I’m not yours anymore Y/N, at least not completely. I think your being a little greedy and selfish by not even trying to make this work. Tomorrow as your punishment, Taeyeon will be coming with us for dinner.”

 She really just had to fucking ruin everything did she? I can’t completely blame her Baekhyun is taking this way too far as well. He knew how excited I was for my birthday this year. I wanted to spent the day alone with him.

       “Fine it’s just the dinner anyways.”, I mumbled getting ready to head back upstairs. 

“I’m not spending the day with you either I have practice tomorrow.”

I froze, no, no, no,no, he couldn’t be taking that away from me too. I’ve been working on this damn dress since forever because I was so excited to spend my birthday with him. He couldn’t take the day away from me fuck the dinner.

“Baekhyun, are you serious you told me you had cleared your schedule for this.”, I spoke this gritted teeth turning around to face him.

“Well, some things came up I’m sorry baby.” Liar he was lying he purposely filled his schedule so he didn’t have to spend my birthday with me.

“Baekhyun please, I just want to spend some time alone with you on my birthday. You know how excited I was for this.”

“Enough  Y/N, Taeyeon is coming with us or Taeyeon and I go to dinner alone.”, He snapped at me before going into the kitchen.

I dragged myself upstairs into master bathroom locking the door. I didn’t even want to seem weak for even a second in front of anyone. I just don’t understand why this was even happening. Why out of all the times for Taeyeon to come back into the picture is when I love him. I felt my eyes begin to water.

“No Y/N you will not cry over any man.”, I yelled at myself. Unlocking the door I tried to put myself together. 

“You have to go finish that dress to have dinner with Baekhyun and Taeyeon.”, I mumble to myself.

Next chapter is birthday chapter I’m going to honest there’s no happy moments. It’ll be some smut towards the end but pure angst. Thanks for reading.

anonymous asked:

Hello! So... since harry potter is on your fandom list thing, is there any way a huge fan of yours could get a slightly angsty and incredibly fluffy oneshot or more if you get inspired with that precious bb Remus Lupin? It can be HP era or marauders era, up to you. Thanks so much!! :)

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“Hey James!” you flagged down the boy as he walked.

“____, what’s up?”

“Have you seen Rem? I wanted to ask him about some homework.”

“He’s, uh, out. Y’know,” he nervously scans the other students passing the two of you.

“Full moon tonight?” you ask keeping your voice low. He nods slightly.

“Listen, I promised I’d meet Pads before dinner -” he awkwardly motioned towards the Gryffindor Common Room.

“No, no it’s alright,” you turn to walk back down the staircase, “I’ll catch up with you later, yeah?”


You took a seat in one of the chairs of the Common Room, glancing around at the decor.

“Never been in Gryffindor’s before…” you mumble to yourself.

You watch as three particular troublemakers made their way from the boy’s dormitory towards you.

Sirius was the first to notice you, “____? What are you doing -”

“Got the password a while ago from a friend. Listen, I wanted to ask you something.”

“We’re kinda busy, can it wait till tomorrow?”


“Listen, I know you guys usually spend the night with him, but -”

“How do you know that?”

“I’m his friend too, you know,” you sigh, “He tells me these kinds of things. Anyways, I was thinking…What if I went tonight?”

“I’m all for the fact that you wanna help a friend, ____, but you can’t come with us, it’s too dangerous.”

“I actually wanted to go alone.”

They all stared at you as if you were mad.

“Have you lost your damn mind?”

“James, listen, I’ve got a plan and -”

“No! It’s way too dangerous. Listen, ____, it’s nothing against you, but…It’s just…Too dangerous.”

“If you won’t let me go I’ll march right down to Dumbledore’s office and tell him about your little map you all use.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“Try me.”

James sighed, Sirius simply glared at you, and Peter stood behind them, clueless as always.

“When you get hurt don’t say we didn’t warn you.”

You get up from your seat and make your way towards the exit, “I’ll be fine.”

“How do you even know about the map anyways?” James calls after you.

“I told you, he tells me these kinds of things,” you smirk.

Your footsteps echoed off of the stone walls as you traversed the small passageway. You could still hear the thump of the Whomping Willow above you, and had it not been for the soft glow of your wand, you would’ve been left in complete darkness. After a few minutes of walking, you found yourself confronted with a small door above you, it reminded you of the entrance to a cellar. You pushed your way through it, being sure it was closed once you were through.

The house you stood in was dusty and decrepit, just standing in the hall you felt your anxiety levels rise. You slowly took your first step, and the floor under you creaked. You heard a shuffling from upstairs, and your eyes shot towards the ceiling, scanning it for any other signs of life. After a small period of silence, you took another step, this time towards the nearby staircase.

You heard the shuffling again, then a small thunk.

“Rem?” you whispered, hoping to hear him answer.

He didn’t.

You climbed the steps slowly, trying to make minimal noise. Your bag felt heavy on your shoulder despite its light weight.

At the top of the steps, you were faced with a door, half open already.

You reached out and pushed it, and watched as it slowly creaked open.

You saw him sat in the corner, his head buried in his knees, his breath rigid.


His head shot up at the sound of your voice.

“____, what are you doing here?” his face was overwhelmed with worry, making the dark circles under his eyes even more prominent.

“You’ve got to leave, you gotta go, it - It’s not safe, you know -”

“Does it hurt?”

He stopped speaking, though his expression was still overcome with concern.


“Does it hurt?”

He doesn’t acknowledge your question for a moment until he slowly nods, dropping his head back to his knees.

“Yeah,” his voice was muffled.

“I’m sorry.”

“You’ve got to leave, though,” he suddenly stands, “You know it’s not safe -”

“I’m staying.”

He shakes his head as he approaches you, “Please, I don’t…” He finally is close enough to touch, and you watch your friend stare down at your hand - god how much he wanted to take it in his own, grab it and never let go - “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t.”

“I might,” he meets your eyes, “I can’t exactly control myself when…When it happens.”

You reach into your bag, pulling out a small object. You look at it before placing it in his hand.

“I know it’s your favorite.” He looks at the small candy bar before glancing back up at you, he had such pretty eyes, didn’t he? You never noticed how the green sometimes turned to a sort of blue -

“Thank you,” a small smile crossed his face, “But…You really do have to go.”

“I’m not leaving.”


“At least let me stay for a little bit longer, then.”

He turned his head, looking out the window before glancing down at the chocolate, then to you.

“You can’t stay long.”

A smile spreads across your face.

“I don’t get how you stand me, really,” he leans his head back against the wall.


“I mean, all I really am is a hassle, aren’t I? I just cause problems and I’m not worth your time, and -”

“Rem, you’re worth all the time in the world.”

“What I am is a monster.”

“What you are is kind, and cute, and shy and -”

“I don’t get why you like someone like me. Someone with my condition.”

“Because you aren’t defined by it. It’s a small part of a much bigger whole.”

“It’s a pretty big part of my life, if you ask me.”

“I’m not saying it’s not. I’m saying everything else about you, all that good, isn’t defined by that single negative. You’re too hard on yourself, Remus. You’re really a wonderful guy.”

“That’s not how I see it.”

“Well it’s how everyone else does. I’ll just have to teach you to see it my way, eh?” you nudge him playfully. He flashes a small smile again, and the sight makes your heart melt.

You sit in silence for a few minutes, just sitting, enjoying each other’s company. You almost forget why you’re there until suddenly you see him tense up.


“You gotta go,” he breathes before letting out a grunt of pain and falling forward to the floor.

You felt your heart shatter at the sight of him in pain.

“Rem -” you reach out towards him, resting your hand on his shoulder. At your touch he jerks away.



He’s shaking as he meets your eyes. His pupils dilate as his head lowers again, and he lets out a scream of pain. You wince at the noise, but stand your ground. His nails dig into the floor and his breath quivers as he bites hard on his bottom lip, drawing blood.

“Please,” his voice is weak.

“I want to stay.”

He jerks backwards, slamming against the wall. You look away as you hear the sickening snap of bone.

You slowly back towards the bed that sat in the corner of the room, unsure of what to do. He let out another groan of pain, though as it went on it became less human. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at him.

There were a few more moments filled with the sounds of both bone and flesh contorting, and you hold your breath as the room becomes silent. You hear a small whimper, and you slowly open your eyes, and turn to face him.

You’d expected much worse, honestly.

He almost looked cute - his fur was shaggy, and the same shade as his hair. His robes were tattered but still clung to his body.

You let out the breath you held.

His amber eyes snapped up towards you, and you were struck with fear.

“Rem?” you whisper.

The wolf’s eyes softened for a moment, and he took a step towards you. You smiled and stepped away from the bed, towards him, and extended a hand to reach for him. He stopped walking, and you barely saw his pupils dilate once more before he let out a growl and leapt towards you.

You stumbled backwards, onto the bed and frantically grabbed around for your wand. Your fingers felt nothing but the cold and worn quilt of the bed as you heard another bark and the patter of nails against the hardwood floor. You barely rolled out of the way before you felt the pressure of another creature on the bed besides you. You clambered onto the floor, searching furiously for your wand. You spotted it a foot away, next to your bag. Crawling towards it, you barely making contact before you heard the howl of your friend beside you.

If you could even call it your friend - you knew it wasn’t really him.

“Rem, please,” you whimper, finally grabbing hold of your wand. You then pull yourself to your feet using the wall as support.

The wolf simply growled aggressively, and bounded towards you. He swiped at your arm, barely catching it and tearing your colored robes in the process. The action made you fall backwards, though you didn’t process the pain right away.

Your breathing quickened as the animal slowly approached you again, teeth bared.

“Remus, I know you’re in there somewhere. I know…I know…”

The beast paid no attention to your pleas and leaped towards you again, but before he made contact with you, your arm flew in front of you, wand in hand. You weren’t sure which spell you’d casted, as a thousand different ones had flown through your mind all at once, but whichever it was sent the wolf flying back into the wall. It landed on the ground, whimpering. You immediately felt a pang of regret and sadness, you had just hurt your best friend.

You slowly approached him, placing a hand on his soft fur.


The wolf responded slightly to the noise, trying to lift its head. It let out a deep huff before resting back on the ground.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry -” You placed your other hand onto its head, petting him. It seemed to lean into your touch, once again letting out a small whine.

Maybe it had hit its head too hard, or maybe you had somehow gotten through to him, but you knew then that you were safe. You sat down next to him, leaning against his torso, slowly stroking the fur of his neck. The scraps of robe that still stuck to him somehow only added to your comfort, reminding you of his true self.

You closed your eyes, and soon enough fell into a deep slumber, not even noticing that the wolf had adjusted its large body to somewhat wrap itself around you protectively.

It wasn’t the sunlight glaring through the window that woke you. It wasn’t even the cold. In fact, it was the lack of cold that had awoken you. You opened your eyes, still dazed from sleep. Your pillow rose and fell rhythmically, and you raised your head to look at it, confused.

Instead of the familiar four-poster you were used to sleeping in, you then realized that you lay on the hard-wood floor of a bedroom.

“Rem?” your voice was low and still veiled in slumber.

He lay below you, dark circles surrounding his eyes. Just the look of him made you exhausted, as though in some way you could share his burden of fatigue.

His arm is draped around your waist, and you make no attempt to move it as you lay back down against his chest, which is barely covered by his clothes.

The contact makes him shiver, and he opens his eyes, startled after being pulled from sleep.

He groans, taking a moment to asses the situation.

“____?” his voice is gravelly.

“Hm?” you snuggle closer to him, suddenly feeling the chill of the shack’s air.

“What are you…Oh god. Oh god, did I -”

“I’m fine, love.”

He stiffens at the name. You chuckle, then reach up to plant a kiss on his cheek.

“____, I don’t understand…”


“Why you’d risk your life for…Someone like me.”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“I…I just…”

You look up at him again and see a few stray strands of hair draped over his face. You grin, once again reaching up to kiss him, though this time you capture his lips, and your eyes flutter shut as you do so. Despite his exhaust, he eagerly kisses back, and after you part he sighs, turning his head to stare out the window.

“Have you got classes today?”


“Can we stay a while longer?”

“Of course, Rem.”

You hear an almost inaudible, “Yes!” from him.

You giggle as you cuddle closer to him, and he wraps his other arm around you, “Dork.”

Werewolf Pissing Contest

disclaimer: this imagine was inspired by a few lines from Buffy the vampire slayer and criminal minds let me know if you find them hehe. i haven’t seen ANY of season 6 so please be gentle with me but feedback would be much appreciated  

summary:theo and the reader are together and her ex comes into town

warnings: smut, anger, and cussing


gifs are never mine unless stated other wise

tagged: @wonderland-royalty @bremayesworld 

part 1

Theo and I were in my room at the Dunbar house studying, I was laying on my bed while he sat on the floor.

“ugh my head hurts I hate trig,” I said rubbing my temples.

“you know I know this great remedy for a headache,” he said while getting up and crawling over me. he started kissing my neck I giggle as his stubble tickled me.

“Oh way to kill the mood I was setting,” Theo said while pulling back and looking at me.

“What mood Casanova,” I said cocking my eyebrow.

“Oh you’ve got jokes now,” he said sarcastically.

“Uh-huh,” I said giggling again.

“Oh ok you want to giggle I’ll give you a giggle fest,” he said and started tickling me.

“Theo stop please hahaha please Theo,” I said while laughing and wriggling under him.

“Oh now you want me to stop,” he said while sitting up I just looked at him kind of confused.

“Because last night it was ‘oh god Theo yes right there don’t stop baby please don’t stop oh harder’” he said while throwing his head back and thrusting his hips in the air. I just slapped his chest and said: “Could you not Liam is just down the hall and I’d never hear the end of it if he heard you”. Liam poked his head in my bedroom door, “Oh I was here last night too when theo snuck in through the window and listening to you act like a pornstar has done irreparable damage to my mental state. I’m going to be in therapy till I’m 80. I mean your like a sister to me.” I covered my face in embarrassment and Theo just chuckled and pulled me to his chest.

“Oh, he fine, Y/N he’ll survive. if he’s old enough to be sleeping with Hayden he’s old enough to deal with it maturely.” Theo said and I uncovered my face and said,

“Did you need something Liam.”

“No, Scott text me saying he needs everyone to meet him at his place” Liam answered.

“Oh ok well be right down and we can head over” I retorted and Liam nodded his head.

We walked into Scott’s house and I immediately said: “Oh shit.” Theo looked at me and asked, “what’s wrong doll.”

“doll? that’s new wasn’t expecting that” Isaac said commenting on the nickname theo gave me when we first started dating then walking over to me, he leaned in to hug me I stepped back and grabbed Theo’s hand.

“What do you want Isaac,” I said the whole pack was staring at me now.

“I thought that was obvious, I wanted to come home to start over with my girlfriend to see if we could work things out,” he said. Theo stepped in front of me and said: “not gonna fucking happen.”

“And you are?” Isaac asked with a cocky attitude.

“Theo, her boyfriend” Theo said matching Isaac’s attitude.

“You mean her rebound,” Isaac said sizing Theo up.

“Maybe. But at least I know how to keep it in my pants” Theo said with anger, talking about Isaac cheating on me with my best friend Alison. let’s be clear Alison and I buried the hatchet a long time ago, she was actually the one I told about my feelings towards Theo.

“Wow, you told him about that” Isaac said, obviously irritated that I told Theo.

“HEY LEAVE HER ALONE,” Theo said, raising his voice and his eyes started to glow.

“Looks like you knew boy toy has some control issues babe, you might want to watch out.” Isaac was taunting Theo now so Theo pushed Isaac back.

“Oooh, and he violent! Did you actually fuck this guy princess?” Isaac questioned. Theo balled up his fist and punched Isaac in the mouth, causing his lip to start bleeding.

“ENOUGH I SEE ONE MORE DISPLAY OF TESTOSTERONE POISONING. I WILL PERSONALLY PUT YOU BOTH IN THE HOSPITAL” I screamed while putting a hand on their toned chests to try to separate them. neither testosterone fueled man backed down. “ARE YOU FORGETTING IM NOT A FUCKING WEREWOLF IM A NEPHALEM IM STRONGER THEN EVERYONE HERE EVEN SCOTT SO HOW ABOUT YOU DONT PISS ME OFF OR YOU’LL BE VISITING HIS MOM GOT IT” I continued while flashing my mismatched eyes. one was an iridescent blue and the other pitch black, representing the angle and demon sides of me.

“He hit me first,” Isaac said in his defense. I just put my hand in front of his face and walked to Theo I put my hands on his jaw-line making him look at me.

“Calm down Knight I’m still yours and always will be. But I need to talk to Isaac………alone” I said softly.

“Fuck no I don’t trust him,” Theo said.

“I know you don’t, but I think we need to talk about some things,” I replied. Scott added “especially if he’s going to be part of the pack again. I can’t have my strongest pack members at each other’s throats,”

“Well I’m not leaving this room,” Theo said. I looked over my shoulder and nodded my head towards the door, saying we would talk outside. Isaac just smirked at Theo making it look like I chose him over Theo, so I smacked the back of his head.

“Ow, what was that for,” Isaac said while closing the door.

“For being an ass now talk” I answered.

“He started it,” Issac said.

“No you did Isaac you were antagonizing him from the second we walk throw the door. you had to be a jackass about the situation. you could ease into the conversation. you had to have a werewolf size pissing contest didn’t you,” I said with anger.

“What was I supposed to do. I wasn’t expecting you to be draped over some guys arm. I couldn’t stand to see you like that. then to see that he has changed you so much, you look so different, with the hair, and tattoos not to mention the piercings. we used to laugh at girls like you,” he said.

“No. You laughed at girls like me, this is who I’ve always wanted to be. I was too scared to go for it, so when you left, that weekend I got the side cut and dyed my hair Purple. then got my first tattoo, piercing, and started stretching my ears a little while later. this is what caught his attention. that I’m willing to be exactly who I am regardless of what people think of me. he said he loved the fact that I wasn’t like every other girl, that I’m not a forever21 Barbie that I am more of a hot topic voodoo doll,” I explained.

“Didn’t take you long to move on from me if you waited for that weekend!” he said kind of hurt.

“What did you want me to do. you left I didn’t even get a goodbye, see you later, Or fuck you just poof gone. you didn’t call text write nothing till tonight,” I said.

“I had to figure some things out but I did love you, and I know you loved me” he defended.

“No. what we had wasn’t love it was infatuation and lust. the only time we weren’t fighting was when we were fucking, and that’s not a healthy relationship let alone love. Isaac love isn’t changing yourself for someone, it’s not trying to screw each other till someone falls in love, and it’s not obsessing over the other person. but what it is, Is being who you are, and being honest with not only your partner but yourself. it’s being able to sit and watch tv with them and being completely content. not expecting it to get sexual. it’s knowing your partner just as well as you know yourself, and that’s what I have with Theo. I can see myself growing old with him, I couldn’t with you. do you even know my favorite color Isaac” I questioned?

“Um purple,” he said while gesturing to my hair.

“No, it’s teal and that’s my point exactly,” I said.

“Your right, but it doesn’t change the fact that I think you could do better than him. I don’t like him, but if you’re that happy with him then I can try to behave,” Isaac said.

“Thank you and I’m fairly certain you’re not supposed to like him,” I said and we walked through the doorway. the whole pack was staring at me, Theo just walks up to me, put his hands in my hair and kissed me like his life depended on it. then rested his forehead on mine.

“I love you so fucking much, I heard what you said about us. I’ve never had someone talk about me that way,” he said in a whisper.

“I love you too Theo,” I whispered. my hands were at his waist, I pulled him closer to me not wanting to leave his embrace. his arms are home to me when he holds me everything else just melts away.

“Ahum” Scott cleared his throat pulling us back to reality. we separated and walked over to the table and sat down.

“so as you might have noticed Isaac is back to help with the dread doctors. and as we know theo used to work with them but has now left, and has told us what he knows. but they’re still here. there still experimenting on people, so be vigilant be careful. we’ve buried too many of our own already I refuse to do it again,” Scott stated. theo hung his head still ashamed of what he had done. I grabbed his hand under the table letting him know that I’m here for him. I rub my thumb over his as I intertwine out fingers together. Liam looked over at me without me noticing. He realized how much we care for each other. Although Liam HATED Theo in the beginning because of what the dread doctors did to Hayden. but after seeing how happy he makes me compared to how unhappy I was when I was with Isaac. he let up on the constant guilt tripping, and when that happened the rest of the pack followed. I don’t think they fully trust him yet. but they are giving him a second chance.

“Hey Scott you mind if I stay the night so we can chill,” Liam asked.

“sure Stiles Isaac and I were just gonna game tonight if you wanna join” Scott answered.

“Sure. so you can head back your place if Scott’s done,” Liam said looking at Scott, to see if he was ok with that. Scott nodded so everyone got up and left. we got in the car and I turned to Theo. “I know that was probably as much of a shock to you as it was for me and just to put this out there now I am completely and 150,000% over him, ” I explained.

“I know doll. that wasn’t even a question now let’s go home before I know his teeth down his throat,” he answered. A few minutes later we pulled into my driveway. I unlocked the front door we walked in and locked the door behind us. Then without warning, he pushed me against the door and kissed me, with so much love and passion it took my breath away. I pulled him closer to me wanting nothing more than him to envelop me with his love. I push his leather jacket off his shoulders and drop the keys on the floor. running my fingers through his hair. he pulls my beanie and shirt off, as we kick our shoes off and start walking down the hall. I start unbuckling my belt and push my jeans to the floor. he picked me up and I wrapped my legs around his now shirtless torso. he pushes our bedroom door open then closed with his foot. he lays us on my bed with him on top of me he reaches behind me and unclipped my bra and pulled my underwear down. “hey now I’m completely naked it’s time for you to play catch up,” I say looking up at him, and running my hand down his chest pushing it into his jeans making him grunt and growl. he quickly unbuttoned his jeans and crawled back over me and rolled his hips into mine, making me close my eyes and roll my head back. “Theo I want you” I moaned into his ear breathlessly. so he grabbed a hold of his member and slid into me once he was buried to his hilt he began to roll and thrust his hips. He started sucking purple marks on my neck, as his thrusts started getting sharper making louder moans escape my lips.

“Oh, Theo just like that” I moaned.

“Don’t worry love I know what you what” he grunted and lifted my knee higher up and over his arm so he could go deeper. I scratched down his back making him hiss in pain.

“Easy doll your part angel wounds from you take longer to heal and hurt more” he whispered in my ear.

“You can take it being the big bad wolf that you” I breathlessly said.

“Well you’re right about that,” he said thrusting again. all I could hear was the sound of skin slapping mixed with moans and animalistic growls. I wrapped my leg around his waist as he held my other leg up, loving the feeling but wanting something more. so I dropped my foot back to the mattress and rolled us over then straddled him and placed my hands on his chest riding him. his hands were on my thighs as I rode him. “Oh shit doll, I don’t know where that came from but I really like it,” he said chuckling while losing himself in the feeling of me riding him. I ride harder causing an amazing friction against me. my head flew back and Theo thrust up into me a few times. “Oh yes Theo don’t stop I’m so close,” I screamed. “good baby let go,” he moaned breathlessly and I did. his husky breathless voice sent a thrill through my body. it made me squirm and shake, my back arched, as the loudest moan of his name left my lips. after I came down Theo was staring at me. “what” I said confused. “that is the hottest thing I have ever seen a woman do while riding me. you give me a show that I’ll remember forever. I may be an atheist but you’ve convinced me you’re a goddess, not a Nephalem,” he said I smiled at him seductively, placed my hands on his chest so my breasts pushed together, and started rolling my hips while arching my back. his eyes started to glow as he was losing control of his heart rate so I moved faster. “Ooooh, Theo do you like it when I’m in control? You talk a big game, but what you really want is for me to fuck you as good as you fuck me, you want me to slip you inside me and take control huh?” I said while speeding up. him not knowing his claws have come out to play, digging into me slightly. I snap my hips forward sharply, his head flys back his jaw drops and he growls as he comes back down. I get up to go clean up then come back to bed and cuddle into his chest. I sigh in contentment, knowing I have nowhere to be but here. laying in my soulmates arms with the moonlight shining through my bedroom windows. this is peace this is true happiness for me. he’s my everything. despite what is happening in beacon hills, I know everything will be fine because I have him and he has me. and that is one thing that won’t change because we understand something about each other. we both have the darkness inside ourselves but also a light, and that is what makes us perfect together. because we understand what it feels like to be afraid of your own mind.

Babywearing Dad Niall.

This is partially inspired by Irish-nlessings love of Niall’s dad bod, partially inspired by the recent hiking pictures a few weeks ago and partially inspired by a conversation I had with horanstemporaryfix ( formerly lipssogoodlarry.) Also the time I had to carry both my kids in the rain for a long way and the person I was with was definitely not as good looking or helpful as Niall would be, and my actual husband did not help me nearly as much as I’d like Niall to have.

also,  This is an Ergo Baby Carrier. They are amazing for infants and toddlers up to 50 pounds. it can be worn in multiple ways, but here is how I’ve written it here. 

Okay. here.

“This was easier two kids ago, Niall” I yelled up to my husband who is currently on the path a little far ahead. Hiking is no joke, and while we used to do it all the time while we were dating and the early part of our marriage, now that we are both wearing children on our backs and the LA summer heat is bearing down on us, it was much harder. “Babe, its alright, we’re almost done. Its only a mile or two back to the car and then you can relax in the pool when we get home.” He yelled back to me.

Our oldest daughter was currently sleeping in the Ergo baby carrier on Niall’s back. She just turned four a few weeks ago and she was much heavier than the two year girl on my back in my matching carrier. They had both fallen asleep early on in the hike but they both looked so cute with their blonde locks plastered to their sweaty foreheads. This hike was a bit rough on me, since I was out of shape after the girls being born, touring with Niall, and motherhood in general kept me from my former routines. It seemed I was pregnant with the second before I had a chance to lose the baby weight of the first, but Niall still loves me despite my imperfections and insecurities. My boobs had gotten bigger, but so had my waist and salads are just not my thing. Stretch marks lined my stomach and my thighs rubbing a little closer than I’d like.

My husband on the other hand had the perfect combination of heartthrob and dad bod. His bum hasn’t changed in years, still perky as ever. His shoulders just getting broader and arms more muscular from carrying little girls around. But his little tummy, my favorite part has grown just a little bit with time, from eating ice cream and cookies with the girls on special daddy daughter date nights and general dad life. He’s simply put, perfect. “I’m just a little out of shape since the girls were born, that’s all. I appreciate you carrying her though because I’m pretty sore just from this little one.”

“We’ll get you back in shape and in no time the girls will be running along side of us and it will be easier than carrying them this long.“ He stands and waits for me to catch up and puts his hand on the back of my neck pulling me to him and kisses my forehead.

A little while down the trail and we are still pretty far from the car when both of the girls suddenly wake up and both want me to carry them. Niall tries to soothe the little one on his back to no avail, and then fails again to calm his youngest. “I’ll just carry both till they calm down, Ni and then you can take one back. Ill consider it my weight training for the day. Thanks for trying though.”

“Are you sure, love? It’s a good 80 pounds between the two. Do you want me to run ahead and get the car and see if I can bring it any closer to you?” I nod in agreement and with one girl in the carrier on my back and the other with her arms wrapped around my neck, I try to calm them both down.

Niall looks at his me in amazement and then leaves starts running down the path. I know that the last thing he wanted was to leave us, but I know he didn’t want photos of him failing to calm down his daughter from a tantrum to get out. I am not angry with him, but it’s definitely difficult to do this. It’s only a few minutes later it starts to rain, and not just a light sprinkle that will cool us off enough, but downpour. I didn’t think it was supposed to rain, but here we are. I start to walk faster but they are getting heavier the wetter we get and my muscles are aching.

By the time I gets to the car Niall hasn’t been able to make it much farther ahead of them, having to stop a few times for photos, but he sees me struggling and takes one of his crying daughters, who is now upset that she is wet, and loads her up into the Range Rover. I buckle her in before throwing the carriers in the back, and collapsing into the front seat.

“My chest hurts. Why did I think I could do that? I might be having a heart attack, Ni. Which arm hurts when you’re having a heart attack? Its definitely this one.” He silently smirks and hands me a bottle of water and I finish the whole thing, hoping it will help me body relax. I’m pretty sure I tell him I’m having a heart attack at least once every hiking trip.

“Feel any better?”

“I just gotta lay down when we get home.” He lays his hand on my thigh and rubs small circles with his thumb. "I knew you were strong babe, but I gotta admit, I’m pretty impressed you carried both of them that far, in the rain, no less.”

Its a short trip home, but its long enough that the patter of the rain on the roof of the car lulls the girls back to sleep, plus the acoustic lullaby CD he had made when our oldest was born, playing on the CD player. He said it was for all the nights he was away and she wanted him to sing her to sleep. I keep it in the car now because it always calms them down.

When Niall pulls into the garage of our home, he tells me to wait for him there and then carries one sleeping inside and lays her down in her bed before coming back for the other. “You need help to get out of the car, pet?“

"Yeah my legs are sore, I’ll just wait for you to come back.” and as I go to stand, my legs shake a little and so I slump back into the car and wait for him to finish laying both girls down. When he finally returns he puts his arm under mine and around my shoulder and helps me into the house.

“So, the pool is out, do you want me to draw you a bath?”

“I just want to lay down, can you help me shower instead so I can get all this sweat off?”

Niall had a pretty big shower. In fact the first time I saw it I swore he could throw a small dinner party in the shower, let alone the rest of the enormous bathroom. He laughed and told me to wait till I saw his closet.

He carefully helps me to the bathroom and gently takes off my shorts and workout top. He wraps his arms around my waist and lifts me on the counter top so I don’t fall, he lights some of my aromatherapy candles and then helps me take the rest of my sweaty clothes off before turning on the shower to the proper temperature.

Quickly taking his own clothes off, he picks me back up and we step into the stream of warm water. I immediately rest my head in his neck and mumble to him something about shampoo that he barely makes out, but he must have figured it out because he’s holding onto my waist to hold me up with one arm, and he uses his free hand to grab the bottle from the corner shelf and starts lathering my hair  and rinsing it, letting the soap slide down my body. “don forget the conditioner, my hair gets all grumpy without it” I mumble again.

He lightly laughs at my sleepiness and grabs the conditioner before massaging it into my hair. He sets me down on the tiled bench in the shower before grabbing the loofa and pouring entirely too much body wash into it, but I am entirely too tired and sore to say anything, and lathers the rose smelling soap all over my sweaty body. He quickly washes his own hair and body before rinsing us both off and turning the faucet off. He opens the door and wraps a towel around himself before wrapping a matching one around me.

Scooping me up in my arms, he carries me to the adjoining bedroom and lays me down in the center of the bed.

“Is it alright if I put some lotion on for you?” I sort of mumble a ‘mmhmm’ into the pillow and after slipping on some boxers he sits on the bed next to me and massages some lotion into my aching back before moving to my arms and shoulders. “Don’t fall asleep on me yet, I want you to take some aspirin too.” He finishes by lightly massaging my legs using the lotion and my feet, which are normally very ticklish.  He looks sort of surprised that he’s not getting any response other than a small groan.

He gets up and tells me again to not fall asleep yet but the next thing I know I’m waking up a few hours later.

I look around the room, not seeing my husband, but in the bedside table he has set out the aspirin and water he’s set out for me. Next to that he also set out one of his old shirts, and some clean undies and sleep shorts for me to put on. Its starting to get dark, but I put the clean clothes on and start walking down the hall, still a little sore but feeling much better after my nap. I start to hear giggles and silly voices coming from the girls bedroom.

Leaning on the door frame, I look in and there are two freshly bathed little girls in pajamas and a very tired Daddy sat between them all sitting on one bed reading to them from their favorite book.

I don’t want to interrupt such a cute moment of daddy and daughter time, so I  wander downstairs to see if there’s any dinner leftovers but I am met with Louis instead at my kitchen counter. “What are you doing here, Lou?”

He looks up from his phone, “Niall called when he was walking to the car saying he might need help entertaining the girls for a while. Something about how you weren’t feeling well and you’re his top priority. Wanted someone to be here in case the girls needed someone before he finished with you, but all I’ve done really is sit here and watched them play while he made them dinner. I wanted to stay to make sure you’re alright”

“Thank you for helping him. He can get a little stressed when its just him and the girls. He likes to have a second set of hands. Are there any leftovers?”

“Sure, have a seat, let me” and he gets up and moves so I can sit at the counter while he goes to the fridge to gather the noodles and chicken, the girls favorite meal.

Louis stays for a while keeping me company, claiming his better half will not be okay if he doesn’t come back with an update on how I’m doing. After he leaves I clean up the kitchen, and head back upstairs wondering where Niall got to, knowing the girls should be asleep, but maybe they are still wound up from earlier and from taking a nap so late in the day.

And when I reach the door frame of the now quiet room, I am met with a sight that warms my heart more than Niall tending to my every need, despite how tired he must have been, or anything else I’ve ever seen this wonderful man do for our family.

There on the tiny twin bed are three of the people I love the most, snuggled up together in their PJ’s, all asleep with the book thrown to the floor. The girls trying their best to cuddle their daddy with their tiny arms draped over his broad shoulders and chest and his arms reaching around holding both of them to him.

Pulling out my phone I snap a picture for Instagram.

I’ll just thank him in the morning.


So this fluffy Percabeth oneshot is for @percyyoulittleshit! I hope you like it Mari! :D

Honestly this was quite a lot of fun to write, so I hope everyone enjoys reading it! 

“It feels like we haven’t seen each other in ages,” Percy complained, as he walked through the cabin area of Camp Half-Blood. It was a sunny August day, and many campers were milling about.

“I know, Seaweed Brain, but you know I’ve been so busy helping with the New Athens plans. And you’ve been doing a lot of training sessions. Besides, that’s why we’re having our picnic today!” Annabeth said happily.

Percy nodded, his usual smile returning to his face. He grabbed her hand, ready to take her to the beach, where he had planned on having their picnic, when someone interrupted them.

“Percy! Annabeth!” Piper shouted from behind them, panting out of breath. “We need you.” She was dressed in shorts and a blue t-shirt, and Rachel was next to her, a small smile on her face, dressed in her usual paint-stained attire.

“For what?” Percy asked reluctantly. “We were just about to–”

“There’s a meeting in the Big House,” Rachel said, interrupting Percy. “Chiron says you guys need to be there. There’s no time for you to go to the beach–you need to come now.”

Percy looked at Annabeth, disappointment written on his face. “I guess we have to go.”

“It shouldn’t matter too much.” Annabeth smiled. “How about afternoon tea?”

“Who has sandwiches for tea?” Percy grumbled halfheartedly.

Annabeth rolled her eyes.

“Fine,” Percy turned to Rachel and Piper. “We’re coming.”

“Great,” Piper said, her eyes brightening. “Let’s go.”

Percy and Annabeth followed them, now focused fully on what this emergency meeting would be about.

“Well, that was a waste of time,” Percy said in annoyance, as he and Annabeth walked out of the Big House over an hour later.

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vampire!Vanderwood x Reader: so naive.

Vanderweek: Day 2 [02/07/2017]
Theme: Alternates
Subthemes: Vanderwood route, AU
Warnings: alcohol/drugs mention/use

Vanderweek is organized by @vanderweek. Bless them!

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„Hey, aren’t you going to help me…?” Seven whined, glancing at all his work.

“You’ve been doing literally nothing past few days. A few hours of working alone won’t kill you.”

“I wasn’t doing nothing. I was procrastinating.”

Vanderwood’s eyes glistened dangerously and the boy laughed sheepishly, getting to his work in an instant.

As long as he was at least a bit useful, Vanderwood didn’t consider punishing him for his actions.

But he was fully aware that the threat was real and – if anything happened – his associate wouldn’t hesitate to hurt him.

“I’ll be back tomorrow.”

“Where are you even going?”


Seven glanced at him, unwillingly shivering at the word itself, as if its hidden meaning was engraved deep in his subconsciousness.

“Be careful” he said rather quietly, but the door already closed behind the man.

It was a windy Friday evening. The sky was covered with dark clouds, the smell of upcoming rain was already hovering in the air.

The first few drops of water fell onto the ground and he entered a club located by the main street. No one even noticed as he walked into the hall and leaned against the wall for a few seconds, having a quick glance at the people inside.

Drunkards. Less drunk, covered with sweat dancers. Women and girls keeping together no matter what. Some men trying to talk to them. A few kids who surely shouldn’t have been let in.

People by the bar were usually the easiest targets. It was obvious whether they’re alone or not. They were usually drunk, so it was not a big deal to make them follow him. He’d usually talk to them a bit to find out whether they’d go with him or not. He would never pry. He would never take them against their will.

But he never denied the fact that he was the only one responsible for what happened to them later.

There was a woman sitting by the bar. She was definitely drunk.

…But he doubted she’d be able to even stand up on her own, let alone go anywhere with him.

A young boy was sitting a few seats later.

But he could see a small plastic bag sticking out from his pocket. Way too irresponsibly. He didn’t want to have to deal with druggies. Their blood smelt of rot.

By the end of the long counter though, there was a girl sitting. She didn’t look too drunk, but she was alone and her eyes glistened with slight fear.

It made him a bit interested and he creeped over, sitting on the bar chair next to her.

The girl glanced at him, but he didn’t look back, ordering something alcohol-free. She tilted her head to the side, but didn’t say anything.

She smelt nice. Of some herbals, only slightly mixed with alcohol.

But she wasn’t drunk. The alcohol was on her shirt. It already dried off, but the substance was still hovering in it. Someone must have spilled a drink onto her.

He rested his chin on his hand, sighing tiredly.

“Are you okay, sir?”

He looked at her. There was concern in her eyes.

“Why asking?”

“You look really pale…”

…I wonder, why.

“It was a long day” he admitted, smiling slightly.

“You shouldn’t overwork yourself” she said. “And I think you should rather go home and take a nap instead of coming to a place like this. It’s very loud. You’ll get a headache.”


He didn’t expect her being genuinely concerned about his wellbeing.

“And you? Are you okay?” he asked, observing her closely. A single bond of sweat ran down her throat and he had to remind himself not to lick over his lips, as he instinctively wanted to. Her heart skipped a bit and he couldn’t help but wheeze soundlessly in satisfaction. The sound was nice in his ears. His senses were so sharp right now, yet the music didn’t distract him. He was fully focused on her.

“I-I’m fine, I guess… But also tired.”

“Long day?”

“…I wouldn’t say. More like, a few bad moments.”

“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to” he stated calmly, chugging down his drink.

She mumbled quietly, resting her elbows on the counter.

“My boyfriend was drunk and he couldn’t… well, control himself. But it’s fine now, I guess.”

“Is it?”

“I bluntly told him to fuck off. Like, forever.”

“So it is.”

“But I’m alone here now and too scared to go back home on my own.”

“…Not that fine anymore.”

“Yeah, I guess so…” She sobbed dramatically, but quickly smiled, as if it didn’t matter anymore. “I’ll just wait till the morning.”

“Is it safe though?” He tilted his head to the side, showing concern. “There may be a lot of people you… probably wouldn’t want to meet. It’s evening yet, but it’ll get worse after the midnight…”

Was he actually concerned? Maybe a bit. Acting like a nice and caring person was unnatural. But necessary to gain her trust.

She frowned and sighed.

“I’m aware. But I can’t do anything with that.”

“You can buy a drink.”

“…It’s probably the best advice I can get now.”

She smiled and he smiled back. The bartender was just passing by, so she caught his sleeve. And asked for vodka.


As for someone who looks as if they don’t drink often… he was sure that three shots will be enough to make her go with him without a hesitation.

That would be all in the case of “not forcing anyone”. He indeed wasn’t forcing anyone. He just waited for them to be unable to resist.

“…I shouldn’t drink” she admitted suddenly, right after finishing two shots at once.

“Are you underage?”

“…Do I look like one?”

“It’s a bit too dark here to judge.”

“Right… No, I’m… technically an adult.” Her voice broke down and it took her a good few minutes to retreat. “Technically… I can’t even cook a damn dinner… I broke a toaster lately, like, it suddenly started to burn… I only tried to make a damn breakfast…” Her eyes glistened with tears.


“There, there” he said, patting her shoulder, a bit unsure what else could he do now. But it was good. He could get closer to her like this. She didn’t oppose.

“A-and… I plugged it off but… it was too late, I had to use the estinshiguer…”

“You mean, extinguisher…?”




“And the toasts were ruined…” Her voice broke down again. “I couldn’t eat them… And those were the last slices of bread… Can you understand it…? I’ve been so hungry… And exhausted… I wanted to die…!” She sobbed quietly and looked up at the bartender who was anything but interested in her talking. “…Can I…?” she slid the glasses towards him.

The bartender indifferently filled them up again.

Vanderwood groaned as she chugged them both down right away.

“But I don’t even like toasts that much… You know, it’s only bread, a burned bread… And bread, you know… it’s not too complicated… Have you ever baked a bread?”

“Yeah, I cook pretty often…”

She gasped.

“Like a… a magician…!” She swayed a bit and almost fell from the chair. He held her tightly in place.


She suddenly sobbed again.

“Hug me…” she mumbled, wrapping arms around him and nuzzling head in his chest.

Never in his life has he felt so awkward.

Never in his life has he met someone who would be as drunk as a skunk after four shots! He wanted her to be only a bit torpid…

…But he forced himself to stay still.

Even when her hair tickled his nose, along with the sweet scent of her body. He could hear her breath against his neck. It was pleasantly warm. Her heartbeat was calm now, the blood flowing through her veins – even hotter than before.

It took her a moment to retreat and pull away.

“…I can’t even… cook a dinner…” she mumbled childishly and he stroked her chin with his gloved hand in a calming, affectionate motion she seemed to like right away.

“It’s nothing bad. Really” he said, looking deep into her eyes. They were a bit red from crying and unfocused. She was already drunk enough for the things around her to blur.

“…I need another shot” she decided, shuffling towards the bartender.

“No. You’re not drinking anymore” he stated with slight annoyance. “You’re going home.”

“Make me” she dared, reaching towards the bottle of alcohol standing behind the bar.

He grasped her wrist.


Her face twisted in sadness.

“There, there… I’ll take you home” he said, wrapping arm around her waist and helping her up. The girl stumbled, but his grip was firm enough to help her steady.

He paid for her shots and leaded her to the exit. The bartender glanced at them briefly, but quickly returned to his own business.

The rain was heavy at this point. The rustling of trees being played with by the strong wind, the dense drops of water hitting against the streets, making a soft fog raise low above them. The street lights brightened everything around, but the buildings seemed as if they were empty.

The weather was their only observer.

Vanderwood took off his coat and wrapped around the girl’s form. She was shivering from the cold. After a few minutes, they were both soaking wet.

“Where do you live?” he asked as they reached a small bus stop. They hid under the shed.

“…Far away…” she mumbled, closing eyes and leaning against him.

He could feel the alcohol slowly leaving her body, but she still stayed close.

So trustful.

So naive.

“Which bus?” he asked, glancing at the timetable glued to the wall of the shed.


“How come?”

“My ex took me here by his car…” she whispered. She looked as if she could fall asleep like this.

He sighed.

“I’ll take you to my place” he decided and she didn’t oppose.

It was easy. Easier than he’d ever expect.

The small flat he rented for the time being was only a few hundred meters away. They passed through the widest street, then entered one of narrower ones. A thunder must have hit somewhere close, because the loud thud echoed around them along with the white light blinding them for a few seconds. The storm was getting worse.

He opened the door to the block and let her in. Then, into the lift. Silence surrounded them for a few seconds, before they went out of the lift and the thunder hit again.

“Aren’t you afraid of the lightnings?” she asked suddenly.

“There’s nothing to be afraid of.”

The next thunder, louder than before, made her jump in surprise.

“…You’re probably right.”

They entered the flat.

The thunderstorm could still be heard, but it was rather quiet here. With every thunder, all the glass would shake. But it was calm. Weak gleams of street lamps entered the space, lightening it a little.

“I’ll get you something to change into. Towels are in the drawer. Dry yourself” he said, pointing the bathroom.

She only nodded sleepily, going inside without a word.

And he couldn’t help, but wonder.

Would she wake up tomorrow and sneeze because of the cold she caught? Complain about the stuffed nose and headache? Call her friends and say that she won’t visit them today because she’s sick? Spill the hot tea onto her work?

Would she… ever wake up again after tonight?

He knocked to the door.

“I’m leaving the clothes on the floor. Put yours into the drier. Go to the kitchen when you’re done.”

He took off his own clothes, letting them soil his bedroom’s floor. He’d tidy it up later. His apparel was thicker so he wasn’t that wet. He changed into something else.

From the counter beside his bed, he took out a new pair of gloves and went into the kitchen.

The small fire on the stove contrasted with the darkness. He didn’t need any source of light to see everything well enough. He took out two cups and teabags. Sugar was always standing on the counter.

From the drawer, he took out a little bag with white powder inside and poured a bit less than half of it into one of the cups along with the water as it started to boil.

The floor creaked slightly as the girl went out of the bathroom and entered the kitchen, looking way better than before. Her hair was still a bit wet, but at least not as messy from the rain and wind as when he’s seen her previously. She probably used his own brush. His own, big shirt was sticking to her back, where she didn’t reach with the towel. Walking, she tripped over the hem of his sweatpants, way too big for her.

Adorably pathetic.

She sat on one of the chairs and mumbled something.

“Did you say something?” he asked, setting the cup of tea in front of her and leaning against the windowsill with his arms crossed.

Thank you” she said, a bit louder. “You’re a really nice person…” she added, reaching the sugar.

He watched her for a moment, his face indifferent.

“You’re so gullible.”

She raised her head and smiled softly.

“Yeah, I know. But I’m not stupid, if that’s what you think.”

“Aren’t you?”

She chuckled, raising the cup to her lips.

He watched.

“I just… don’t see the point of not trusting people.”

“What about your boyfriend?” he asked, his voice calm, but sincerely showing his curiosity.

“He… did a stupid thing. I can’t just forget it. But he’s not a bad person…”

“I see.”

“The tea is really good” she said with a smile, enjoying the taste.

He only nodded.

For a long moment, there was a soothing silence between the two of them. The thunderstorm went away, but the rain still pouring from the sky, rather quietly meeting with the ground.

“You shouldn’t do what strangers tell you to. You never know who you meet.”

“You’re probably right… But I just had that feeling.” She set the empty cup back on the table. “That you’re a good person.”


He looked away.

“Is that so.”

Her head must have spun, because she swayed on the chair, leaning against the table to keep steady. The drug must have started to kick in.


She slowly stood up.

“I’m a bit dizzy…” she admitted.

“I know” he responded quietly, not moving from his spot. His eyes must have shone with red, because she stared at them in awe for a few seconds, her own widening in shock.

That’s how the hunger showed itself like.

The fangs in his mouth stung, yearning to bite into the soft flesh.

His vision was focused on her, his mind filled with the imagination of her blood streaming down his throat.

His fingers dug into his shoulders, his body tense, his breathing – way faster than normally.

He pushed himself off the windowsill. In a second, he was hovering over her, his fangs bared and ready to bite in.

But she didn’t even blink, staring at him bluntly. Her own eyes gleamed with curiosity as she reached up to bravely touch his pale face.

But he didn’t let her, wrapping fingers around her wrist before she managed to. She flinched at the movement and he loosened the grip.

She looked so calm, yet her heart was racing. The smell of her blood reached his nostrils again, more intense than before.


He sighed deeply, letting go of her wrist. She didn’t back away, only kept staring.


“The bedroom is to the left. When you wake up, you’ll feel fine. Go back home as soon as you can.”

Not sparing her a single glance, he shoved her aside, passing by and straight to the door, taking the jacket off the hanger and putting it on in a hurry.

Without a word, he just left.

A single thunder echoed somewhere far away and the rain finally stopped.

˙·٠•●♥ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ♥●•٠·˙

Remember, children. Don’t drink alcohol if you’re underage and don’t fuckin drink the tea a stranger gives you. Just… don’t talk to strangers! They’re creepy af!

Vanderweek: Day 1


The Aftermath: Ch2 Some tender lovin' me Captain

So since people liked part one I’ve written two.

I do not own any of these characters.

(“Now darlin’, there is no need to attack me. I need ye to calm down, ‘k love?”
Uma blinked and said:)
“ H-h-harry, I’m so-o sorry that I failed you. I los-st, and doomed the crew. How can I ever look-k them in the eye again?” Harry reached for her hand. He was shocked by how cold she was. He waded until he was in front of the rock and picked her up. Uma always had been small and a lightweight but this time it was worse. She hadn’t been eating out of stress over her plan and while Harry carried her bridal style he could feel her ribcage pressed against his chest. Harry felt like pulling his hair out. His dear Uma was underweight and seeing the blood on her dress also wounded. Harry carried her all the way to his cabin. He saw that Uma knew that it wasn’t her cabin but she kept quiet and just clinged closer to Harry. Because as much as Uma kept him safe and sane, Harry meant the same to her. He made her feel home when she felt lost. Uma didn’t really understand love but she knew that was what she felt for Harry. When she imagined her future he was always in it.  Uma was so disappointed that she screwed up this chance for them, for her whole crew, for the innocent on the Isle that she didn’t even notice her physical injuries.

But that she hasn’t doesn’t mean anyone else hasn’t noticed them. Harry was worried sick. They had crossed one pedestrian on their way to the cabin and Harry vowed to himself that he would threaten the poor unfortunate soul who had seen them. But not now, no he would threaten the poor thing later. Because now Uma was all he could think about. They had reached his cabin. Harry put Uma down on his bed. Uma gave him a skeptical look. “You know I can still stand or even walk right? I’m not even injured so sure, it’s cute that you’re worried Hook, but you can tone it down a bit.” Uma stood up. Harry just shrugged. “Take yer dress off” he ordered. Uma was shocked. “Excuse me?!” she spat. “Ye can’t sleep in that and I ‘ave to clean yer injuries.” he said. After a bit of arguing Uma finally listened. Harry spared her modesty by turning around and giving her his last shirt. He’d just do it with the one he’s wearing then. He didn’t care. The only problem was that Uma did. Harry decided that he’d avoid the problem by telling her she could repay him later. “Just buy me a T-shirt when we reach Bore-adon, love. And no, we’re not talkin’ 'bout that now.” He was just in time. Uma had already opened her mouth to tell him how that would never happen because she failed but now she just closed it. She decided to put on the shirt. That’s when she finally saw all the wounds. It wasn’t nothing to bad, just some fleshwounds. Harry turned back around and tried not to notice that even though his shirt was a bit too big for him and even like a dress for Uma, it still showed a lot of skin that he usually didn’t see. He felt the heat rise to his cheeks but he ignored it. Uma had a very similar problem. She slowly gained a tomatoe like colour, especially when her first mate began patching up her legs. This was until he added the stinging alcohol from the first aid kit they stole a while again. Her embarrassment quickly dissapeared. After Uma was all patched up Harry stood up again. Uma suddenly pulled him close and hugged him. “Thank you Hook, for everything.” She tried to thank him like it meant nothing but they both knew that it in fact did mean something. Uma started tearing up, not caring that Harry could see it. Harry wanted to comfort her, but children of the isle never learned that kind of stuff.  So he just did the one thing that he knew might work. He kissed her.
And Uma kissed back. It felt like fireworks were exploding in Harry’s heart. Uma pulled away from the kiss. “Can I stay here tonight, Harry? I don’t feel like being alone.” She asked. He answered, a big smile plastered on his face. “I wouldn’t care if ye stayed forever, love”
“But we’re not going extra bases, Hook.”
“I wasn’t plannin’ on usin’ ye, Captain” he answered. “I’ll just wait 'till the next time ye knock on me door, love. 'Cuz we both know ye want to hit this so bad” “Hook! Behave yourself. You know my rule, no sailer talk when we’re not sailing.” Harry just grinned. “I’m sorry, love. Did I offend ye? Let me make it up to ye.” He kissed her hand. “Harry Hook, you’re lucky  you’re a pretty boy and a not too sucky first mate” Harry pretended to be offended when he answered. “Is that all ye like me for? I’m offended, darlin’.” Uma laughed. “Hmm, no Hook, you have more qualities I can live with. That’s why I love you.” Uma suddenly stopped laughing. She didn’t mean to say that. On the Isle emotions are a weakness. Giving into emotions is even worse. Confessing your love to someone could be a death sentence if the wrong person heard you.

Harry’s eyes widened after her accidental confession. “It’s a good thing I love ye too then, isn’t it?” Uma was relieved. She gave him a swift kiss. “I guess it is.” “Ye’re tired aren’t you?” And like that Harry picked her up again. If it was someone else Uma would have killed him. But this was Harry so a simple slap was good enough. Harry wasn’t bothered. He lay her down onto the bed and hopped in. He took of his hook and hat and put them next to the bed. He wrapped his arms around a very sleepy Uma and gave her a kiss. “Sleep tight my love.” They fell asleep, Harry shielding her from the cruel world that was outside their shared bed. And they got the best sleep they’ve had in a while.

So thank you that you’ve read this. I’ll write a part three. You can find this fic on Wattpad and FF. It’s called the Aftermath.


This was it. Island paradise. The pristine beaches and mysterious caves George saw as the plane touched down was just a teaser. With the resort bustling with activity at this time of the year, he was sure to never have a dull moment. This summer would be a good one.

Annoyed by the constant pressure at school, George had been looking forward to this vacation since he booked it in spring. College hadn’t treated him too kindly, his competitive classmates and constant tests draining him. Even working throughout the previous summer barely caught him up to his peers. Now in his final year, he vowed to enjoy his last summer before graduation.

“Here are your keys, room 121,” said the receptionist, handing George a little cardholder. He thanked her and followed the signs to his room, his luggage wheels squeaking all the way.

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Drunk (BTS Suga) prompt

Originally posted by tahyns

12. Are you drunk? 
29. Will you forgive me? 

Genre: not sure, fluff i guess, boyfriend!Suga
Pairing: Suga x reader

You were sitting in the living room watching TV, while you waited for your boyfriend to come home from studio. Even though he told you not to wait, you still waited for him. Suddenly you heard the door of your apartment being opened. After a while Suga’s figure walked into the living room with wobbling and unsteady steps. Then he flopped himself on the sofa beside you. “Oh! You waited for me again…” Suga said with a raspy voice. From his smell and the way he arrived you knew he was drinking. “Are you drunk?” You asked him.

“Of course not!” He exclaimed. “Bang PD took us on a drink so I drank one… then another… then another… and another one…” Suga mumbled as he counted on his fingers. “Yup, you are.” You sighed. Then you went to the kitchen to get something to make him feel better. But before you could go anywhere, Suga took your hand into his. 

“I’m such a bad boyfriend right?” He asked quietly. The question made you sit back down next to him. “What are you talking about?” You asked him, confused. “Just admit that you could find a much better boyfriend instead of me.” Suga grunted. “Of course not. That;s nonsense.” You replied. “I always make you wait for me till very late… You’re not getting enough sleep because of me… I always leave you all alone when I have to go abroad…” Suga said quietly. You were taken a bit back, since Suga is not a type to express his feelings. But now he was mumbling his concerns out. 

“Will you forgive me?” Suga said at the end. You took him carefully and laid his head on your lap. “Now listen to me carefully. I’m not waiting for you because I have to, but because I want to. It’s not your fault that you have schedules overseas, okay? And lastly, you’re the most amazing I ever had and will ever have. There’s no one, no one better than you are. I love you, Min Yoongi.” You reassured him as you stroke his soft hair. “I love you too, Y/N.” And with that he fell asleep on your lap. You softly kissed his forehead, smiling at how cute he actually is when he’s drunk.

Hope you like it! Have a wonderful day ^^ requests are OPEN!

One bus traveller said : I like nothing. Not the radio, not the morning papers, not the castles on the hills. I want to cry.

The driver said : Wait till the next stop and then cry alone as much as you can.

A lady said : Me too. I don’t like anything. I showed my grave to my son. He liked it, slept and didn’t tell me farewell.

The academic said : Neither do I. I don’t like anything. I studied archaeology without ever finding the identity in the rocks. Am I really me?

The soldier said : Me too. I don’t like anything. I always besiege a ghost besieging me.

The angry driver said : Here we are, close to the last stop, so, get ready to get off.

They all screamed : We want what lies beyond the stop.

For me, I said : Drop me off here. I am like them, I like nothing, but I am tired of the trip.

يقول مسافرٌ في الباصِ : لا شيءَ يُعْجبُني. لا الراديو ولا صُحُفُ الصباح  ولا القلاعُ على التلال. أُريد أن أبكي

يقول السائقُ : انتظرِ الوصولَ إلى المحطَّةِ وابْكِ وحدك ما استطعتَ

تقول سيّدةٌ : أَنا أَيضاً. أنا لا شيءَ يُعْجبُني. دَلَلْتُ اُبني على قبري’ فأعْجَبَهُ ونامَ’ ولم يُوَدِّعْني

يقول الجامعيُّ : ولا أَنا. لا شيءَ يعجبني. دَرَسْتُ الأركيولوجيا دون أَن أَجِدَ الهُوِيَّةَ في الحجارة. هل
أنا حقاً أَنا؟
ويقول جنديٌّ : أَنا أَيضاً. أَنا لا شيءَ يُعْجبُني. أُحاصِرُ دائماً شَبَحاً يُحاصِرُني

يقولُ السائقُ العصبيُّ : ها نحن اقتربنا من محطتنا الأخيرة’ فاستعدوا للنزول

فيصرخون : نريدُ ما بَعْدَ المحطَّةِ ..


أمَّا أنا فأقولُ : أنْزِلْني هنا. أنا مثلهم لا شيء يعجبني. ولكني تعبتُ من السِّفَرْ
—  Mahmoud Darwish
Pack Mom - Part 11

Originally posted by blogfandomimaginesstuff

Originally posted by futuroexnoivo

Request 1//  Derek and Y/n lets Liam babysit Talia and he’s nervous so she gives him a list to do with her. Once they come home from a movie they see Liam playing with her

Request 2//  Part 11 to pack mom where the pack find out that not only does Liam call the reader mom but he now calls Derek dad and they’re slightly weirded out and obviously Stiles is the one to say something against it but then Derek gets super protective over Liam saying he’s part of the family and later that night the couple surprise Liam with adoption papers wanting to make it official and Derek even tells him if he wants to change his last name to hale please

A/N// Sorry, But This Part Is A Bit Longer Than The Other Parts But I Hope You Don’t Mind

Part 1 Part 2  Part 3  Part 4 Part 5  Part 6 Part 7 Part 8  Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12  Part 13  Part 14

Well, I don’t believe that Liam didn’t know anything about looking after a baby because he was so good at it. When he and Talia were both together they were both laughing, smiling and having fun. Talia might only be 7 months old but I would always catch Liam reading books to her and play with toys to keep her entertained. But the one thing he has never done is look after Talia alone, Derek or I have been with him. So we had to put him to the test. Derek and I had the best Idea how we could do that too. When Liam was out one night having a games night around Masons house and Talia was fast asleep tucked into bed, we talked about adopting Liam. 

We both thought it was a great Idea he was part of the family and we both saw him as our son, so why not make it official. So we wanted to surprise him, so we planned for him to look after Talia for a few hours on his own and we would lie and tell him we would be going to the movies, but we were actually going to get the adoption forms.

The only problem was that we could have to get permission from his parents and they would have to sign the adoption forms. We had no idea of what they were going to say, but we kept our fingers crossed and hoped for the best.

We planned to go out around 6 pm so, in the meantime, the pack was around, just chilling out. The pack arrived around 11 o’clock, and as soon as Lydia stepped through the door she was straight over to Talia and picking her up cuddling her. Everyone took a seat and were chatting and having a good laugh. Everyone was in deep conversation when Liam came out of his room.

“Mom, Where’s Dad?” He asked making the room go silent. I could have heard a pin drop. 

“He’s in the kitchen, sweetie” Liam looked around the room, while everyone just stared at him. He just gave me a nod in return and went to find Derek. No one said a word, they just stared at each other,  not only that he called me mom but shocked that now Liam called Derek dad.

Derek and Liam came back into the living room. No one said a word, as they didn’t know what to say. The only noise that could be heard was from Talia. That’s only until Stiles had to say something. Come on it’s Stiles obviously he had to say something.

“Dad? You call Derek Dad? That is so weird!” Stiles exclaimed,  speaking what everyone was speaking. When I looked over at Liam, he was looking down at the floor avoiding eye contact with everyone in the room.

“Yes he does Stiles if you have a problem with that leave, he’s family so if he wants to call me dad, then he can,” Derek said getting super protective over Liam and putting his arm around his shoulder. “So do you have anything else to say?” Derek asked

“Nope,” Stiles said simply not wanting to get on the wrong side of Derek. Nothing else was said about the situation. The pack left around 5 o’clock so Derek and I could get ready to go to the “Movies”. 

When I finished getting ready I went down to Liam as Derek went to get ready. Liam had a nervous look on his face.

“You alright sweetheart?” I asked pulling him into a hug.

“What if something happens when you are out?” Liam said

“Just ring us, but nothing will happen, I have seen you look after your sister so many time and you do a great job of it. She is lucky to have a big brother like you” I told him hugging him tighter. 

“But I’m nervous, I don’t know what to do” Liam informed you.

“Would it make you feel better if I wrote you a list of what to do?” I asked. His smile grew wider and he gave me a nod. I let him go and went to get a piece of paper and a pen. 

   To Do List

 6:00// Keep her entertained

 6:30// Feed her. Food, bowls and spoons are in the cupboard

 7:00// Give her a bath, toys are all in the cupboard. Get everything you need before you put her in the bath. DO NOT LEAVE HER BY HERSELF!

 7:30// Play with her a bit, then get her settled for bed. You know her bottles are, fill it up with her milk and warm it up. MAKE SURE IT ISN’T TO HOT!

 8:00// Bedtime. Her not you

 P.S// You will be fine baby, you have nothing to worry about. Love you. Ring if you need anything.

I handed Liam the piece of paper. 

“I put where everything is in case you forgot where it was, I put till her bedtime but we might be back before that but if not you have everything you need to do” Liam looked up at you and smiled. Derek came downstairs ready to go. 

“Right, Talia is asleep so she will wake up soon, so have fun,“ Derek told Liam walking towards the door. I gave Liam one last hug before I left.

"If you need us just ring, I love you,” I said kissing him on his head.

“Okay I love you too and have fun,” Liam said and we headed out of the door, ready to make Liam officially our son.

Liam’s P.O.V

I was so nervous to look after Talia by myself. But before I could think of anything else I heard her crying. I went to her room and picked her up out of her crib. As soon as I did that she stopped. I rocked her a bit then I went downstairs and looked at the list what mom left me. “Keep her entertained” . I got out all her toys and placed them on the floor and I sat down with her. I loved her laughter so much. It was the cutest thing ever. We played with puzzles and teddy’s. 

It turned 6:30 and ready to feed Talia. I picked her up off the floor and took her into the kitchen and sat her in her high chair and got her some food. I sat down in front of her and started feeding her. She was defiantly a messy eat. Talia got it everywhere. She definitely needed a bath. So that is the thing I did next. 

When I read the list, mom told me not to leave her alone, so before I ran the bath, I got everything she would need and took her into the bathroom. I ran the bath and grabbed all her toys. I took all her clothes of ready to bath her. I made sure the bath wasn’t to hot then placed her in. She loved the bubbles so much. I gave her all her toys and kneeled down next to the bath not taking my eyes off her. She started splashing and getting water and bubbles everywhere.

“What do you think you are doing?” I said sweetly, causing her to laugh. I let her play with her toys for around 10  minutes they I got her washed then got her out and wrapped her in her pink fluffy towel. I got her dressed and took her back downstairs.

Y/N’s P.O.V

We had the adoption papers in our hands. We just need Liam’s parents to sign them. And that is where we are headed right now. When we pulled up outside I began to get really nervous. Derek grabbed my hand.

“Stop worrying, they will probably do it anyway, when have they ever called to see if he was okay? He as lived with us for over a year now” He told me, and it was true they never called to check on him.

I knocked on the door and Liam’s mom answered. 

“What do you two want?” She asked sounding rude

“We want to ask you something,” I told her

“Go ahead then,” She said sound annoyed. I couldn’t get the words out, but before I could say anything Derek spoke.

“We want you to sigh these papers" 

"What are they?” She asked snatching them off him.

“Adoption papers, We want to adopt Liam,” Derek told her.

“You want to adopt that little brat, the one who ruined this family because of his anger, go ahead I will be happy to sign them” How dare she talk about Liam like that. She hasn’t even spoke to him in ages. His anger has got a lot better. Derek could sense my anger and told me to go and wait in the car, and that is what I did. I couldn’t listen to her talk about my baby like that.

I watched her hand the papers back and practically slam the door into his face. He got into the car looking shocked.

“Did she sign them?” I question

“Yep, he is officially our son,” Derek told me. I hug him so tight, I couldn’t wait to tell Liam.

Getting Home//

When we got home we walked into the loft and Liam was sat with Talia on his knee, she was drinking her Milk and he was reading a book to her. 

“Hey, sweetie did everything go okay,” I asked kissing his head.

“Yeah she was good as gold,” He told me

“Come here princess,” Derek said and took Talia to bed. I wanted to wait till Derek to tell Liam.

I sat on the sofa and pulled Liam into my lap and hugged him tight. 

“So she was good?” I asked

“Yeah she was, we had fun, I fed her and she is such a messy eater,” Liam told me laughing. 

“Glad you had fun sweetie,” I said, then Derek came downstairs.

“I’m going to go bed and leave you to alone,” Liam told us, but I pulled him back into my lap.

“Liam we have something to tell you,” Derek said.

“Have I done something wrong?” Liam asked 

“No, Liam, we didn’t go to the movies tonight,” I said, earning a confused look.

“Where did you go?” He questioned. Derek handed him the papers. He opened them up and his smile grew wider and wider.

“Ar…Are they real?” Liam asked with his eyes filling up with tears

“Yeah they are, Liam you are officially our son now,” I told him with tears in my eyes. Liam didn’t know what to say he just hugged me then got up and hugged Derek.

“Thank you. Thank you so much. This is the best surprise ever” We ended up having a big family hug.

“And Liam if you want to you change your surname to Hale, only if you want to, You don’t have to,” Derek asked

“Liam Hale, I like it”

Part 12?

You’re staying? | Sirius Black.


You sat alone in the great hall watching everyone leave with their friends and family. You were the only Slytherin this year that had to stay behind for Christmas.

You had never spent Christmas alone before and the thought upset you.

You watched your friends Lily, James and Remus leave the hall with their cases, laughing together.

Then Regulus stood up from beside you, “They’re here” He sighed patting your shoulder.

“You know, Sirius would have sat with us but he just doesn’t want to give mum and dad the pleasure of seeing him at the Slytherin table” He chuckles and you nodded knowingly. “Tell him I said have a good Christmas?” You add quickly as he picks up his trunk. “Don’t worry (Y/N) I’ll give your boyfriend a kiss for you” He winks laughing causing you to roll your eyes.

You and Sirius had been dating in secret for a little over a month, nothing was serious yet but you hoped that soon it would be.

“He’ll probably spend most of the holidays writing to you” He shakes his head like he knows something you don’t. You watch as both the boys meet their parents at the big doors, Sirius looking at you with an apologetic expression on his face. You watched in agony as his mother picked on him already, probably telling him he ought to take Regulus as an example. You knew he didn’t want to go home for Christmas, that he would much rather spend it in the castle walls. He looked reluctant when his mother started to pull the Gryffindor scarf from his neck, you could almost hear her words. “Take this off before we get home, your aunt and uncle are visiting” and you could see him roll his eyes.

Sirius had spent barely 5 minutes with these people he was deemed to call family. He watched you, sat alone. It pained his heart to leave you behind. “(Y/N) want’s me to give you a kiss from her” Reg teased in his ear when his parents weren’t listening. Sirius’ cheeks tinged pink “Shut up Reg” Sirius chuckled scratching the back of his neck.

“Too bad she’ll have to wait till after Christmas” Regulus added knowing how bad Sirius had wanted to stay with you.

“Or will she?” Were the words that next left Sirius lips, his brother looking at him with wide eyes. “What are you talking about? Mum and dad are never going to let you”
“They won’t have a choice like they’re going to make a fuss in front of all the people” Sirius smirked before dumping his case by Gryffindor table.

“Sirius, what are you doing? We’re leaving now, come one get your things” His mother chimed
“I’m not coming” Sirius smirked before turning around, avoiding the sour look his parents were giving him as he made his way to the Slytherin table.

You looked at him with surprise as he walked away from his parents, standing up you give him a questioning look.

“You didn’t actually think I’d leave you did you?” He shouts a smile on his face.
“You’re staying!?” You exclaim brightly, running the rest of the way up to him and jumping into his arms, Sirius spinning you around.

“What made you change your mind?” You ask as he put you back down.
“I’d rather get that kiss from you than from Regulus” He smirks causing you to roll your eyes.
“That arse-” But before you could finish your sentence his lips were on yours, kissing you with all the love he had. His arms around your waist, resting his forehead on yours once you pull apart.
“Arent you scared?” You ask referring to his parents.
“Extremely…but, they’ll get over it” He smirks kissing you again.

By the time he looks back over at the door they’re gone.

The next few day’s had been pure bliss, you didn’t have to spend Christmas with your family and you didn’t have to spend it alone either.
It was Christmas eve and you and Sirius were cuddled up by the fire in the Gryffindor common room.

“This is the best Christmas I have ever had” He nuzzles his face in your hair causing out to giggle.

“Me too, thank you” You sigh turning to face him.

“(Y/N)?” He asks suddenly, looking nervous as he bit his lip. “I’m going to tell you something” He adds causing you to nod encouragingly.

“I stayed because I’m in love with you”

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