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justfangirlthingies · 4 years ago

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Caught my eye (Corpse Husband x reader)

Soulmate AU: In which everyone has one eye in their own eye colour and one in the colour of their soulmate. However, when you are close to meeting each other, your vision will change to the soulmate's one, letting you know you are close. When your eyes meet they will change their colour to their original eye colour.

Word count: 4189 words

Warnings: cursing because that is automatically given when writing about Corpse

Another Soulmate AU from my Wattpad account let's go!

Staring into the camera were a pair of, colourwise mismatched, eyes, one iris a deep brown and the other one a shimmering (e/c).

It was not unusual for someone to have two different eye colours in one set of eyes, it simply meant one had yet to find their significant other.

Pressing record on your camera you let your eyes stay right in front of the lens for a second before rolling backwards on your chair, your torso now in frame as well "Hello all of you beautiful individuals! I'm (y/yt/n) and as always I welcome you here!" You waved at your camera, a warm and welcoming smile gracing your lips. "In case this is your first time stumbling over this channel" you paused a second and giggled "Hi, welcome to this chaos!" Slowly you neared the camera again "Leave while you still can" you whisper shouted into your microphone.

"No hold on don't leave please! I was just kidding" You joked at your camera.

A happy sigh escaped your mouth as you leaned back in your chair "Today is q & a time isn't it?" You wiggled your eyebrows at the blinking light in front of you "Well let's get to it then...hmm...lemme see. Youtubetrash asks 'how old are you (Y/n)?' Do you always have to ask that question guys?" You scold playfully "I'm 19, but I really don't get why this is so important to you that I have to answer it in every video, like do you want to know the exact amount of days and minutes? Will you stop asking it every goddamn time then?" You chuckled as you ran a hand through your (h/l), (h/c) hair. "Right, next question! SusanIsAFish wants to know which eye colour my own is. I can easily answer that with either 'both are' or 'hell if I know' I've always had two eye colours like how am I supposed to know." A grin spread on your face as you continued to interact with your community's questions...

"Alright alright these are the last two questions guys. Nightmaresscareme...honestly same" you laughed as you read the users name out aloud. When you calmed down again you cleared your throat and continued "Ahem, anyways they wanna know if I found my soulmate already and who it is....Do I look like I found my soulmate?" You asked smiling as you approached the recording device once again and pointed a finger at each eye. "I have no Idea who it is but maybe you find whoever it is because all of you people are little Sherlock's I swear, you find out everything." Laughter erupted from your throat once again as you pointed at your camera.

"Last but not least, (y/n)stan asks 'when will you collab with Jack again? The two of you promised to make a video or something together?' Woah calm down, honestly I don't even think he remembers that, it was years ago. How do you even remember that (y/n)stan? I swear to god that's exactly what I meant with ya'll being Sherlock's." You wiggled your eyebrows again "But if you do remember, Seán and you magically happen to see this video. What happened to our collab plans dude?" You giggled "Alrighty guys that's it for today's video. Stay awesome my dudes, dudettes and in betweens and I'll see ya in the next one!" You winked and waved before stopping your recording and going straight to editing your video.

Just as you were about to upload your piece of work, your phone rang, scaring you in the process and causing you to delete your video. You groan in frustration holding your head in your palms.

"This better be important..." you mumbled to yourself as you went to check your phone. Seriously?! It was a Twitter notification. You sighed and ignored it for now, saving your video was a priority right now.

After hours of retrieving and re-editing your footage you finally uploaded the video to the worldwide known platform and picked up your phone to see what Twitter wanted from you.

As you opened the app you saw that it was a private message from none other than Jacksepticeye. What a freaking coincidence you thought, a smile now appearing on your face as you read the message. All your frustration was gone and instead replaced with confusion and laughter. "What kind of message is that?" You muttered as you shook your head laughing.

Jacksepticeye:

Hey (Y/n) what colours are your eyes again?

(Y/T/N):

What kinda question is that? Lmao

Jacksepticeye:

Just answer my question dum dum :)

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A raven haired male was on a discord call with his online friend that he had just revealed his face to. "Jack what are you doing now?" The young man laughed at his friend.

"Hold on, I'm texting someone."

The dark haired man sighed and waited "that's not very polite you know" he smiled.

"Pschh I'm finding your soulmate, what's impolite about that?" The Irish man looked up from his phone and back at his Computer screen. Only to start laughing at the other's reaction.

"Corpse? You good?" He kept on laughing at the dumbfounded expression on Corpse's face.

Who as a reaction turned off his camera, suddenly feeling very insecure towards his friend again.

"What do you mean?" His deep voice asked cautious.

"Don't worry man I'm not leaking your face or any info to anyone" he smiled reassuringly. "Your eyes just reminded me of someone else with the same or very similar ones. At least I hope I remember their eye colours correctly" He rambled on.

"Oh..." came from the other line, which was now more quiet than usual.

Seán noticed the change in his friend's behaviour and immediately stopped what he was doing. "I'm sorry Corpse..." the Irishman scratched bis neck awkwardly "I should've asked you first"

"I-it's fine. I just can't imagine anyone wanting to be my soulmate" the male sighed.

His friend flashed an encouraging smile at the screen "Dude! Anyone would be happy to be your soulmate. I know I would be! You are great, I know you probably don't believe me but I mean it bud. Besides, your soulmate is your other half, it's like they were made for you"

One could hear a sigh coming from the black screen as Corpse turned his camera back on, his pink tinted cheeks now showing up on screen as well. He had put his eye-patch on, leaving only his brown eye visible. "And you're really sure?" He asked quietly.

"100% sure! Anyone with half a brain would know how lovable you are" the blue eyed male grinned. "Besides, the person I'm thinking of also has a YouTube channel, I think I still owe them a collab, sooo I could maybe invite them to play some kind of-"

He cut himself off. "They answered!"

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(Y/T/N):

Well they're like brown and (e/c), it's such a weird mix though.

Jacksepticeye:

Interesting.

Hey (Y/n), how about we do that collab? You could fly out and we meet up

(Y/T/N):

You still remember that? XD

Yeah sure I'd love that, I just had someone ask me about that collab today.

But seriously dude why are my eyes interesting to you all of a sudden? You found my soulmate or smth 🧐😂

Jacksepticeye:

😏😌🤭🤫

Right....

So when are you coming?

(Y/T/N):

Dude!

You literally just asked me if I even wanna come! Like come on, you think I've booked a flight already? Just like 10 minutes after you asked me to travel there?

Jacksepticeye:

As a matter of fact I don't just think so, I know it ;)

So when do I have the honors of picking your jet-lagged ass up at the airport?

(Y/T/N):

...

This weekend

Time skip

A happy sigh escaped your lips as you felt the plane reaching the ground of its destination. You swiftly grabbed your bag and left the plane to get the rest of your luggage.

A yawn escaped your mouth as you grabbed your stuff, staying awake during the whole flight probably wasn't your best idea, but you couldn't help it. To you it was simply impossible to fall asleep on a journey by plane.

Your eyes skimmed the airport as you were searching for your friend.

After a few minutes of looking around you decided to sit down and wait, he was probably still on his way to the airport.

Just as you decided to open up your phone you got smacked in the face... With a balloon? "What the hell?" You whispered as you were pulled up from your seat and embraced. "(Y/N)! Hey! I haven't seen you in forever"

You looked up a little confused as you reciprocated the hug. "Well hello to you too Seán"

He chuckled and grabbed one of your bags before dragging you with him. "How can you be so motivated and energetic?" You giggled and tried to keep up with your Irish friend. "That (Y/n), is simply because I'm not sleep deprived like you"

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Setting up his stream was a curly haired nervous mess. He was always nervous when he had to stream. But today was somehow worse.

The half Mexican ran his fingers through his hair. It was just a game with friends right? However, he had never played this game before.

His nerves getting to him caused Corpse to cancel the idea of a stream. "I'll just be there and play along, that's fine too. I don't need to stream every time I'm playing a game with my friends..." he muttered to himself.

With a bottle of water beside him he started the game and went through the tutorial. "Man this game is fucking cute" he laughed before joining the discord call, just to be engulfed in a complete chaos of voices.

"Hey Corpse is here! Hi hi!" A Swedish voice boomed through his headphones along with the rest of the group greeting him. "Hey guys" he replied as he joined their server in the game. "So what are we doing? Why is no one starti-" the deep voice started but was cut of by someone else.

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"HOLY FUCKING- Who the hell was that?! Hello by the way" The whole call erupted in laughter at the reaction of the (h/c) haired individual.

"Uhh hi, that was me" Corpse answered laughing as he scratched his head nervously "and you also just answered my question for me thank you, whoever you are" Everyone laughed once again.

"Okay but seriously who are you?" Dave asked.

"Jack! You said you told em that I'd join" you huffed as you glanced At your friend next to you, you were sharing one discord account for this call as you sat right next to each other and didn't want the quality of the call to go down because of an echo. Both of you streamed online on twitch.

"Whoops! I thought I did" he chuckled once more as he introduced you to the party. "Well then..." he coughed in an attempt to clear his throat "Drum-roll please! this is (Y/n), they came to visit me this weekend. (Y/n), that's Dave, Felix, Joel, PJ and Corpse."

"Hi" you said suddenly a little nervous because you thought everyone knew you'd join.

Luckily no one seemed to mind that you were here as they greeted you. In fact, they seemed ecstatic to meet you.

"So have any of you not played this before?" Pewds asked the group. "Uh yeah, me" Yours and the deep voice said simultaneously. "But I did the tutorial" Corpse added. "Well I didn't" you laughed. "Great then we're all set, shame on you though (Y/n)!" Seán shouted.

"Jeez man, you told me to skip it and I can hear you! I'm right next to you and not deaf in case you didn't know" you sassed back, causing laughter to bounce through your headset once more.

"(Y/n) and Corpse you two haven't played before that means you count as one person for the group things cause both of you are noobs and if you count as one we have even team numbers" The swede joked.

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"We're the Meowfia" Jack laughed, starting off with his puns for this game.

(Y/n) snorted at that as everyone chose the animals of their teams. Corpse chose the cat with an eye-patch along with his team. "Maan this is peer pressure!" Your voice called out "lucky for me I like cats"

"That is the truth" the Irish voice boomed through the call once again, "I mean you should see, even their headphones have cat ears"

"I wanna see that!" Dave shouted.

"Can we see them in your cam Jack?" PJ asked.

"Not completely, they're streaming on Twitch though, its at (Y/YT/N) on Twitch and YouTube" Seán smiled as he pat your back.

"You can't just expose me like that!" The cute voice answered panicking.

"I gotta see that, hold on!" Felix shouted as he opened up your stream smirking as he followed you. "Corpse, they'll ruin your life" he continued as your cheeks flushed a bright red, suddenly feeling so exposed and put on the spot "why...why am I ruining his life?" You asked, cocking an eyebrow.

Corpse had also opened up your account as he stared in awe at the enchanting individual now on his computer screen. Were you the one Jack had meant? No it couldn't be.

"Well you see, he wrote a song about cat girls ruining his life. Right Corpse?" This statement made him come back to reality and quite flustered at that "Huh? What- ...ohhh uhm- uh- yeah" he responded in a stutter, the pale skin of his cheeks heating up and turning red.

"Corpse are you alright?" you asked, concern not only laced in your voice but also written all over your face, which he saw. This whole ordeal just made him blush more. There was a short pause "...Yeah.." the raven haired responded. But not even a second later a laugh erupted in the call "Did we just catch you right handed?" The voice belonged to Dave. "What do you mean?" Corpse asked confused. While he waited for a response from his friend, he started fiddling with his rings as he kept his eyes on (Y/N)'s stream which was still pulled up on his screen. "Well, did we catch you watching her stream?" Dave replied trying to hold in his laughter.

Your expression changed as your eyes went wide and you looked right at your camera "Is that true?" Your voice chimed in as a hint of pink spread across your cheeks, one of your eyebrows arched. "Well..." The man with the username 'CORPSE' cleared his throat "I had to see if Jack and Felix were speaking the truth..."

A smirk spread across your face "And? Were they honest?" you laughed as your Irish companion moved his face into the frame of your camera wiggling his eyebrows. The only answer you got to your question was silence before the deep voice continued "Alright let's start this game." Yet another laugh escaped your throat when you noticed the lack of a reply to your question. However, one could say that silence was an answer on its own.

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The young guy sighed loudly after the game had ended, rolling back, away from his table, in his gaming chair he ran his hands through his curly hair. The game was fun, but it was exhausting for the man to concentrate on a game this long. Just as he was about to get up, turn all devices off and leave, he heard a familiar sound coming from his computer screen.

A discord call and video call at that was incoming from none other that Jacksepticeye. So, Corpse rolled forward in his chair again as he checked if his camera was turned off and covered. After reassuring himself that his face was hidden he accepted the call. "Hey whaddup?" He greeted his loud friend who immediately responded with a "Hey my man". His mismatched eyes widened as he looked at the screen, it was not only Jack on the call...they were there as well, a shy smile plastered on their face as they kept their eyes closed "Hey Corpse, tell me when your camera is off. Sean told me it might be on and I don't want you to accidentally expose yourself to me." "Oh yeah, it's off. You can open your eyes it's fine." Just as he finished his sentence their eyelids slowly fluttered open as they stared at the black screen and waved. There was no way to describe the feeling that went through him as he admired you in awe. He seemed starstruck and without thinking he blurted out "You have to visit San Diego sometime, but like soon"

Your eyes widened slightly not knowing how to respond to that "Umm...yeah I dunno, maybe someday?" Jack gasped dramatically "You never invited me over even though I'm the one you trusted enough to show your face to!"

Yet another time today, the male behind the black screen felt a blush grow on his face. "Well i-it's your fault for introducing me to your friend. And umm sorry if I was a bit too blunt there" He stuttered. "No it's fine. I'm a very spontaneous person ya know." You replied an embarrassed smile gracing your lips once more "But you could be a killer for all I know...sorry you probably hear that one a lot haha. Also, would you even be comfortable enough to meet up..." slowly you started drifting off with what you were saying. As soon as you realized you were trailing off of the topic at hand, you tried to get back to the conversation "ahem.. yeah, anyways as I was saying...someday sure. I mean...I am traveling around at the moment because I flew to Brighton. Maybe you know, we could get to know each other a bit better first" you smiled nervously as you replied.

"Ah yes...of course. Though I do have a question for you Seán. Is (Y/n) the one we spoke of a few days ago?" came back as a reply. He had a plan to gain their trust if they really were his suspected soulmate. The man next to (Y/n) nodded and gave a wink to the camera they used for the call. This action just confused you even more and it must have shown on your face because your loud friend started laughing at you. "Don't worry it was nothing bad" Jack reassured. "Hold on, is this about the random-" there was a lot of shuffling coming from the black screen. The noise had startled you a bit, causing you to stop mid sentence. "the random question about my eyes?" You continued your question, looking at that Irish friend of yours, but you didn't get a reply for there was another loud noise coming from Corpse's side of the screen. You shifted your attention back to the screen in front of you again just to be met with more shuffling and a sudden colour change of the screen. Your eyes widened as you saw a face only briefly for a split second before your vision suddenly changed. You looked around to see an unfamiliar room and as you saw the sight before your eyes you felt as though they were going to pop out of their sockets at any moment.

No...

No fucking way...

"Holy shit" you heard the words leave both your mouths. You just stared at the screen in front of you to see yourself, who apparently sat on the other side of the screen next to Seán. And you also saw the live view of a young man with black curly hair, dressed in black in a small window of the computer. You felt really dizzy all of a sudden and the light before your eyes went black briefly before returning to more used surroundings again.

Realisation dawned on you as you blinked a few times and spoke aloud "I-I just imagined that right? There's no way. C-Corpse you didn't happen to experience that right now, did-did you?"

"Holy fuck..." you heard a low mutter coming from the speakers.

Jack looked at you, eyebrows raised in confusion for a second before realization dawned on him and a knowing smirk appeared on his face as he shouted "CALLED IT!"

The two of you could not yet comprehend what was happening, let alone listen and realize what your mutual friend had to say.

After a few minutes of complete silence you tore your eyes away from the pen on Jack's desk, which had become the most interesting thing and perfect staring partner for the past minutes and shifted your gaze back to the young raven-haired individual before you, a small smile and a huge blush grazing your facial features as you spoke up, voice quiet and soft, but also full of nervousness "soo...umm...Corpse, are you gonna give me that address in San Diego?"

The question stood in the room for a few moments as silence engulfed you once again. Corpse's expression on his bright red face however, showed he was pondering."Y-yeah of course...sure...I-I'll text it to you if you give me that number of yours..." Then there was a pause. "Whe-When can I expect you then?"

This time it was your turn to think. "How about directly when you leave Brighton?" Jack chimed in. "But th-that's like in two days..." you stuttered in response. It was a nice idea and you did feel a pull to meet this handsome stranger as soon as possible. "Well yeah, that's the point is it not? I already checked for flights while you two where staring off somewhere....Sooo? Should I buy the ticket real quick? You can thank me later." Your mismatching eyes kept switching your gaze from your friend who had made this crazy suggestion and your apparent soulmate who now wore an eyepatch and was watching you expectantly while patiently awaiting your answer. A small sigh left your lips as you made your decision. When you tried to verbally answer though, your voice had left you, so you made eye-contact with the man also known as Corpse Husband, who had trusted you enough to reveal his face to you, and just gave him a small nod. He seemed to understand and gave you a reassuring smile.

"It's final then?" Seán, who had watched this whole ordeal unfold asked smiling happily as you just nodded once again "Y-yeah"

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Two days later you found yourself on yet another plane ride, but this time it was not to England, nor was its destination your home. You sat on your seat in silence, music which you couldn't concentrate on, blasting through your headphones while you twiddled with your fingers, bouncing your leg up and down quickly. What were you gonna say? He would pick you up outside of the airport in order to avoid bumping into things when the view-switching-thing would happen.

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Meanwhile, the faceless YouTuber had finished tidying up his apartment and prepared everything for your arrival. He would be lying if he said he didn't look you up on the socials to learn more about you.

About half an hour before the plane would land he drove off to your designated meeting spot. He arrived there 10 minutes early so he could mentally prepare himself. About 5 minutes later he put on his black face mask and exited his car. At first he was gonna wait for you here, but his nerves and heart got the better of him, so he made his way closer inside the airport building to meet you halfway. What he didn't know was that your plane would land early. So, as he made his way through the people, which was way out of his comfort zone already, he started to see black dots clouding his view, but suddenly he came from the other side. Oh no. The body kept walking until he saw himself in the crowd.

Your eyes met as you tried to navigate through the crowd of people, it was hard as you had to control your own body somehow even though you could only see what your soulmate would usually see. Finally you had gotten somewhat closer to one another and as you came to a halt, your bodies mere inches apart as your eyesight returned to your own again. You looked up at the man in front of you in awe. Your eyes were fixated on his as you noticed the (e/c) in his one eye fade away, just to be replaced by this beautiful shade of brown that was in his other eye. The colour you knew so well because you had seen it in the mirror in one of your own eyes everyday. "Your eyes" you whispered. He smiled in return "yours too..it's nice to meet you (Y/n). My soulmate. You are even more dazzling in person" he complimented. "I can't say anything else besides the same applies to you" You smiled in return as your face went red. "Well then...Shall we?" he grinned as he took one of your backpacks and started walking. "Hey! Wait up!" You laughed as you ran to catch up to your soulmate...

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xtrashmammalstefx · 4 years ago

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Stubborn Asshole (A Zak Bagans x Reader SMUT)

WARNINGS: Smut, language, possession

Special Thanks: To @xcazzax for being an awsome reader and source of inspiration. I couldn’t do this without you girly. 🥰

I love Aaron like a brother, don’t get me wrong, but DAMN HIM FOR BRINGING SUCH AN ASSHOLE INTO MY LIFE!

Douchey McGee: Hey Aaron said to message u.

He said: Get the fuck up Y/N!

Me: Tell him I said thnx and

and 2 not have the douche do

his dirty work.

Douchey McGee: Well fuck u 2 Y/N.

I sighed and crawled out of my hotel bed. We’d flown in late the previous night and I was still exhausted. I showered and got dressed in my ripped black skinny jeans, my black GAC shirt, and combat boots. I grabbed my hoodie and purse on the way out. Downstairs in the attached restaurant the rest of the crew were gathered for breakfast and much needed coffee.

“Morning gorgeous,” Aaron greeted.

“Fuck off Goodwin, I haven’t even had my coffee yet,” I said taking my seat beside him. “And by the way since when is boss man your own personal secretary.”

“And here I thought you didn’t know me as anything but Douche McGee, douche, or my personal favorite: Stubborn asshole son of a bitch.” Zak chimed in.

“Good morning to you too Satan,” I rolled my eyes.

I swear ever since we met Zak has made it his life mission to push my buttons in any way he can. But unfortunately for this psychotic fuck, two can play that game.

“Huh that’s original,” Zak continued.

I rolled my eyes and ordered an omelet with coffee. “So you gonna tell me when you decided to make boss man your bitch?” I asked Aaron.

“Well I figured I’ve been the bitch long enough so…” Aaron said.

“Dude, since when have I ever treated you like a bitch?” Zak asked.

“Every time you forced him to stay in a fucked up room by himself during an investigation like a fucking sadist?” I pointed out.

“Oh...right…” Zak said looking like he felt a tinge of guilt.

“Does that mean I’m a bitch too since he’s been doing the same thing to me lately?” Billy chimed in.

“Unfortunately,” I said just as my breakfast arrived arrived. “Oh, thanks.” I said to the waitress.

“Only you can go from bitchy to bubbly in zero seconds flat,” Zak said.

“Fuck you too, Bagans,” I muttered taking a bite of my omelet.

“Not in this life babe,” Zak muttered taking a sip of his coffee.

It continued like that even in the car on the way to the days location: Bly Manor. According to our sources Bly Manor was built in the 1800’s by Charles Bly, an Irish immigrant who made a fortune selling liquor and tobacco. By the time of the Civil War he decided to try his hand at weapons manufacturing which earned him enough to break ground on his dream house. He lived in the manor with his family. His wife Athena, and his daughter Josephine.

It said that on a sunny afternoon while do work in the Manor’s yard a man by the name of Bishop Wiley showed up and shot him dead. Supposedly Wiley’s son Robert was a soldier in the war and was killed by the very guns Charles helped build.

Charles has since been purported sighted walking the manor grounds. His wife Athena has been seen playing the piano, and wandering the halls. As for Josephine well… she was the most famous spirit of all.

“Josephine has been seen on the balcony of the Red Room,” explained our tour guide as we interviewed her. “The story goes that Josephine had met and fallen in love with a man at a nearby farm. And just before they were due to be married he left to fight in the war. She promised to wait for him there until his return. Hopeful that they could still marry and have a family. Sadly the man lost his life in Gettysburg. Charles felt so horrible he felt the need to keep it from her. So she continued to wait. And continues to wait to this very day.”

My heart ached for Josephine. It’s a whole other level of hell to lose someone so dear… I damn near jumped when I felt his hand on my shoulder.

“Hey, you okay?” Zak asked.

“Y-Yeah, I’m fine,” I said before following the tour guide.

We eventually took a break for lunch and then got ready for the investigation. Unlike most of the crew I made it a habit of carrying a small black backpack. I was just stuffing a recorder, spirit box, and MEL Meter when someone pat my shoulder.

“Hey are you sure you’re feeling okay?” Zak asked again.

“Yeah,” I said. “I’m good, um, why the niceties?”

“I may be an asshole sometimes but I do feel for people now and then,” he said.

“Even me?” I arched an eyebrow at him. Before he could answer Aaron barged in needing to grab a spare lens for the camera.

We continued prepping in silence and then slowly but eventually the sun went down and moon shined bright.

Aaron, Zak, and I went in together. We worked together as a group for a while before (in true Zak Bagans fashion) we split up.

“Y/N I want you to stay up here for a while and see if Josephine will communicate with you,” Zak said.

“Alright,” I said stepping out onto Josephine’s balcony. Zak and Aaron disappeared through the Red Room door and I took out my recorder. “Josephine, are you here?” I started. “If so do you think you could answer a few questions for me? I promise you I mean no harm. Just speak into this little device for me.”

I felt a chill in the air but continued. “Why are you still waiting for him?” I asked. “Don’t you think he’s waiting for you on the other side?”

I suddenly felt an overwhelming feeling of sadness and anxiety. I slid down to the ground and then... He promised me. I kept thinking for some odd reason. He promised...he promised we’d go...he promised on the stars...he promised we’d be together.

The thoughts kept coming, and I don’t know when it started but I only realized I was crying when I felt someone shake me violently. “Y/N TALK TO ME DAMMIT!!!”

Zak knelt in front of me looking freaked. “D-Don’t ever leave me,” I cried. “Please don’t ever leave me.”

“Josephine leave her alone, please,” Zak asked. “I know what happened to you was cruel and unfair but that doesn’t mean she should suffer like this.” Call me crazy but Zak actually sounded kind of pissed. There was another chill and he knelt beside me again. “I’m here sweetheart…” He whispered brushing my cheek with his hand. “I’m here.”

I looked up at him and saw a face that was not his. His hair was chocolate brown and barely touched his shoulders, his eyes the same. My heart took off in joy and I threw my arms around him. He squeezed me before pulling back and taking my face in his hands. “Promise not to disappear on me again?” I asked.

“I promise,” he muttered before bringing his lips to mine. We kissed passionately as though it was a long time coming. After a while it felt like a weight lifted off me and my legs became limp. “WHOA!”

Zak caught me. It was for sure him this time. I was suddenly more aware of things...more awake. “Zak...what? What happened?”

“I dunno,” he said. “But I’m getting you the fuck out of here.”

He scooped me up in his arms and carried me all the way to the GAC van.

“You know you didn’t have to carry me right?”

“Says the girl who just nearly passed out on me,” Zak said setting me down in the back of the van.

“Um Zak did you want us to edit out the last bit of her footage or..?” Billy asked awkwardly.

“Edit it out? Why?” Zak asked. Blushing furiously Billy replayed the footage from the night vision cam we had facing the balcony. It showed me slowly crumbling and then…

“Oh sweet fucking Jesus,” I groaned as Zak and I started making out on screen.

“Uh...yeah I don’t think we need to uh-*cough*-show that,” Zak said turning back to me. “Are you, uh, gonna be okay?”

“Um...yeah I think so,” I said not entirely meeting his eye. “You-uh-you go ahead. I’m just gonna chill with Billy the rest of the night.”

“You sure?”

“Yes. Now go before I drag you back in by your balls,” I threatened.

“Oh yeah you’re gonna be fine,” he said turning his back on me.

“You know you two are actually kinda hot together,” Billy said.

“What? Are you high? Zak and I can barely stand each other,” I said.

“Bull-fucking-shit Y/N,” Billy laughed. “We all can see there is insane tension going on between you. We just don’t get why you guys haven’t done anything about it.”

“What are we the hot gossip going around the office or something?”

“I mean, if this almost-porno is anything to go by...then yeah.”

“Billy I swear to God if I catching you jerking off to that—.”

“You’ll cut my nuts off I know,” he finished for me. “Besides I would never in hell jerk off to my best friend and his girl. It’s too weird.”

“I’m not his girl,” I snapped at him.

“Whatever you say Y/N,” Billy laughed. “Now did you wanna review this evidence with me or..?”

And so I did.

Once the investigation ended we packed up, caught a few minutes sleep then made our way back to Vegas.

Billy, Jay, and Aaron were dropped off first. Then it was just me and Zak.

Aaron: Try not to kill Zak please.

Me: No promises.

Zak then pulled up to my place.

“Are we never gonna talk about it?” I asked as he parked.

“What’s there to say?” he asked. “It-It was a freak incident. We-we weren’t ourselves.”

“True you were actually nice for once,” I said sarcastically.

Zak glared at me. “Go fuck yourself, Y/N.”

“Fuck me yourself you coward,” I blurted out. “I mean...um...fuck!” I sighed and stepped out of the car. I had just unlocked my door when…

“Y/N!” I turned around and saw Zak running up to me.

“Wha―” I was cut off by Zak slamming his lips to mine.

He kissed me hard, as though he was relieving an ache deep within his heart. I kissed back and clumsily opened my door. Zak picked me up, wrapping my legs around his waist and carried me to my bedroom. He placed me on the bed and I reached up to pull his shirt off. I tossed it aside and eventually more articles of clothing followed.

Zak laid me back on the bed and started pecking a trail of kisses all the way down to my heat. A moan escaped my lips as he kissed and sucked on me. “HO-HOLY SHIT!”

To say Zak knew what he was doing would be an understatement. He didn’t stop eating me until I was writhing beneath him. “Z-ZAK!” My back arched and my toes curled up in the most powerful orgasm of my life.

He crawled back up to me, smirking. “Not much of an asshole anymore, am I?”

“Oh shut up,” I brought my lips back to his as I ran my hand up and down his length which like the rest of him was thick and hard. I suddenly felt him move my hand before he reached down and placed himself at my entrance. He kissed me once more before pushing in. “FUCK! How the fuck have you been single this long?”

“Demons tends to be excellent cock blocks,” Zak said as he started to thrust. “Lucky for us, they tend to stay away from you.”

“R-Really?”

He grunted then nodded. Despite his big, tough, persona Zak was actually really sensual and passionate in bed. He kept his thrusts gentle (probably because he knew his above average size could inflict some damage if he wasn’t careful) until I urged him to go faster and harder. After a while he flipped us over so that I was on top. I rode him hard, and Zak, being a gentleman, helped me out by thrusting up into me as I did.

The tension began building up inside me. “Fuck...Zak I-I think I’m gonna…” It hit me like a wave. I tightened around him, arching my back, and damn near screaming his name.

Zak flipped us over again and continued thrusting until he grew sloppy. I suddenly felt him twitch inside me as he cursed and groaned. His body shuttered as he painted my womb with his seed. Finally he collapsed beside me, both of us breathless.

“Wow,” I said.

“I know,” Zak said.

Once my breathing was under control I turned to him. “So...what now?”

He looked over at me.

“I guess we just be together,” he said. “It’s kind of what you do when you’re insanely in love with someone.”

“You’re in love with me?” I asked.

“I’ve always been in love with you,” he smiled. “Ever since we met...I just didn’t want the spirits in my life to hurt you so I decided to keep you away.”

“What changed?”

“Besides that they for some reason stay away from you?” I nodded. “I was tired of letting them get in the way of what I want. I was tired of being away from you.” He draped his arm over my waist. “I love you.” He muttered.

“I love you too,” I said pecking him on his swollen lips.

We spent almost every day together after that. It’s been a year and we are still together. Life was the same for the most part. We still investigated places, while not in bed or spending time with each other. The guys were relieved to see us together (at last) until our PDA became a little too much for them to handle. Oh and there was one other difference as well…

“Y/N BAGANS COME GET YOUR MAN HE’S BEING FUCKING TERRIFYING AGAIN!” Aaron shouted at me through the walkie.

“What happened to having the preggo investigator hang back all night?” I asked rubbing my stomach. Zak made everyone swear not to let me into the buildings with malicious spirits and demons.

“Y/N please,” Aaron begged.

I sighed and looked down. “Aaron Nicholas Bagans for the love of god don’t be a stubborn asshole like your daddy.”

With that I exited the van and went to save the love of my life.

#zak bagans #zak bagans x reader #zak bagans imagine #Smut

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elliethesuperfruitlover · 4 years ago

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How about some smutty angsty stuff that goes like: reader meets Rob at some exotic retreat and they hook up but after 2 weeks of bliss they have to decide what the future holds for their relationship. The sex is insanely good but they don't know if they can stay together and there is angst.

Good Things End (Not This Time) pt.1

A/N: This is going to be from one of the anon requests I’ve received. I am terribly sorry that I didn’t get to it earlier, sometimes I get distracted from requests with my own ideas, and I get backlogged. However, this is going to get done, and it will be done well. An AU!rob x reader one. Enjoy!

Warnings: angst, masturbation, unprotected sex, oral sex (fem!, male receiving), slow burn, (happy ending tho), sex on the beach, food

“Baby, oh please.” Rob said from below you, his hands above his head, back arching.

“Hold on, alright. I’m almost there. Just hold on for me.” you plead, going from bouncing on top of him, pert nipples bound to grinding your hips against his groin. Your moans were close to drowned out from the waves crashing just behind you two.

The tight knot in your stomach finally released, and you threw your head back, moaning to the stars and the sky above. His eyes closed, and you felt him cum and unleash himself into you. You collapsed on his chest, and caught your breath against him. Once your senses came to you though, you burst into tears, Rob following.

Two Weeks Earlier….

“You all looking forward to this little getaway or what?” one of your friends asks, pulling into the gate of the retreat, eyes switching to the mirror.

“HELL YEAH!!” you all reply, especially you. Your work had gotten you all caught up, and you rarely ever took breaks from your job. It was so stressful, and your friends had offered to take you on a little exotic retreat. You agreed, and here you were, Haribo packets and water bottles crowding the back seat where you were sitting.

You all checked into the little hotel, and it overlooked the most beautiful beach scene. Little beds lined the sand on one side, just like in Twilight. You were bubbling with excitement, and dropped your bags off, looking out onto your balcony. There were a few palm trees, and a pool. You had conjoined rooms with your friends, and you saw them peeping through into your room, as they promised to not have you working on the trip. You stuck a cheeky middle finger to the window, and they sent it back, laughing at your antics. You unpack your bags for the two week excursion, and went right across the door to your friends, ready to join them outside. They were talking about some person, and you were ever so curious as to what they were blabbering on about.

“This dude was MEGA hot, like fucking ripped muscles, short hair, he was so good-looking.” one of them said, the others nodding in agreement. You listened in, and laughed as they described him, followed by a group discussion about what your dream person would act/look like. One said they had to act like they had sense, with reason, and another mentioned them having at least ONE degree in something that wasn’t mechanics based.

“What about you?” they asked, looking in your direction.

“ I don’t really mind what someone looks like, as long as they treat me right, and aren’t an asshole. If I see a MAGA hat, or an American flag in their yard, it’s called off. I don’t care if they can cook everything in the world, I just can’t with it. Oh, and if they like capitalism, I'm gone. Fuck that shit.” you said, grabbing a Twizzler from the bag and dropping it into your mouth, shrugging your shoulders at the end of the sentence.

They giggled at your reply, then you all dropped down to dip by the pool (a trip to the spa), just to get used to all the water throughout the week. It was all fine, but suddenly, your vision was blinded by a man with long, curly hair, in a pair of blue trunks, if you could call them that. They were itty bitty, and his hip bones were poking out from them. You dared not to look any closer, so your eyes drifted back up, and they were looking at the most wonderful green eyes you’d ever seen.

“Hi, sorry if this is awkward, but uh, could you get my back please?” the guy asked.

You thought nothing of it, and obliged, and he tied his brown hair, golden in the sun, into a little man bun. You spread the sunscreen on his back, and even kneaded it in somewhat, trying to get everything. You were working on it, and suddenly, he started talking, sending the somewhat awkward air.

“What’s gotten you here? I mean, it’s not everyday you see someone so young in these places.” he said, turning his head just a little to acknowledge the question.

“I work a lot, and my friends want me to loosen up, and take a break from it. I appreciate it a lot from them, as my work can be quite draining, but I do love it. It’s a pain in the ass though.” you reply, finished with his back.

“That’s a fair point. Work can be draining. Trust me, I know. What’s your profession, if I may ask?” he asks, turning around to look you in the eye.

“I write, actually, but the deadlines are sometimes just insane. It’s a bit much, and it’s been so long since I’ve had fun. Wild to think all this is because of capitalism.” you reply, shaking your head.

“That’s a good one. Thank you for the sunscreen help though. My thirty-two year old body can’t do this shit sometimes.” he said, stretching his arms over his head. His pronunciation was slightly off, and the third of a brain cell you had in your noggin decided to work.

“You’re Irish, aren’t you?” you claim, looking at him with bewilderment.

“Yes, born and raised, where else could I get this lovely accent and grass-green eyes from.” he said, quickly fluttering his eyelashes in front of you.

You giggled at his actions, and asked for a name, giving yours beforehand. He replied with a shy “Robert”, and it sounded smooth along your mouth, and you shook his hand, promising to meet up later throughout the trip. Your friends asked where you were, and with no forethought whatsoever, you said that you were giving someone a buttery backrub. Your friends laughed their asses off at your wording, and you almost fell into the pool giggling at yourself as well. You saw Rob from the side of the pool, and he was watching you from one of the pool chairs, a smirk on his face. Your face grew warm, and you looked away, embarrassed.

You and your friends played together in the ocean when you headed on over, and after the sun started to kiss the world goodbye for another night, you all headed to the food hall, which was camp style, and you all grabbed your share of sandwiches and cold pickles. You ate your sandwich by the forming campfire, and you watched as Rob lit it, and clapped his hands when the flame successfully caught. You laughed, and he looked back, a blush forming, even through the campfire, you could see it. He also looked away, his lips pursing in a silent smile. Everyone talked over the campfire, sharing odd stories of how you met, and a few spooky encounters with paranormal activity. Soon enough, it was getting too dark, and you all headed outside, but while you were getting up from your wooden seat, Rob grabbed your wrist, and offered this question to you.

“Would you like to meet with me tomorrow, maybe around night time. I just want to spend some time with you.” he offered, a mischievous sparkle in his eyes. You obliged, and kissed his hand, walking off with your friends, who cheered you on as you all walked into the elevator.

They all retreated to their respective rooms, you to yours and you showered, washing the day’s dirt off of your skin. Your hand drifted to your pussy, which was pulsing under the hot water. You hadn’t masturbated in a while, you’d just been so busy with your writing, you never thought about pleasing yourself. A hand drifted down, and your fingers knew the right spots, from when you used to frequently touch yourself. The skilled tips of your fingers circled your clitoris, pressuring it to show up just a little bit. The hot water beating down on your body just felt so intense, you were bound to be pruned after you got done with yourself. A single finger slipped into your hole, and it moving even an inch inside of your body made you convulse, and you came, and hard. You couldn’t tell what was your own liquids, and what was water. You got out of the shower, not even caring to cover up, drying off and slipping on a nightgown and underwear, slipping into the bed. You grabbed your phone off of the nightstand, and turned on random notifications, vibrated on, and placed it face up on your underwear, as it pleasured you. Your hands kneaded your breasts, imagining they were someone else's. Your thought pattern drifted back to Robbie, and how wonderfully his swimsuit hugged him, and when your brain remembered the water against his skin, dripping down his chest, and you opened your eyes, finding that you almost drowned your phone in your cum, the sheets almost ruined.

“Shit.” you thought, because you had to clean up a lot of your juices from those sheets.

The next day, you awoke refreshed, but late for both breakfast and lunch. Your friends told you that they heard you last night, scrubbing away on those floors. If only they knew why you were cleaning them so heavily… Rob spotted you, and ran over to you, tank top slipping and showing his nipples, and even though you’d seen them the day before, they still made you think back to the night before.

“Hey there stranger. I was wondering where you were, I missed you this morning!” he said, hugging you full on, not even a side hug. You were shocked, but returned the hug, patting his back. You could’ve sworn you felt a small hum of content from him, but you kept that thought at the back of your head, only thinking of it as nothing special.

You two spent most of the entire day together, and your friends had no problem with it, they were encouraging you to go and hang out with him, get to know someone different. He was always full of wonderful stories, gesticulating wildly, and chuckling at your reactions. The night fell, and as you two ate by the sea, he asked you a question, one which you weren’t expecting.

“I know you mentioned that you were busy, but do you happen to have anyone at home keeping your other parts satisfied?” he asked, cheeks tinted a cute pink.

“Oh, no, not at all. I’m very fucking single, the only thing taking care of my pussy is this hand, the vibrator on my phone, and occasionally my showerhead.” you replied, feeling your nippes grow erect at the talk of such intimate actions.

“You lookin’ for anyone?” he asked again, looking hopeful.

“Only if you are.”

Robert smirked at your reply, and went over to you, near the forest, where he kissed you, tenderly, lips pillow soft. You kissed back, hand reaching up to toy with the wet curls on his head, wrapping them around your finger. The two of you breathed together for that moment, but the tides took a turn as he pulled back. He looked you in the eyes, and nothing but lust remained in them. He slowly led you to the base of a tree, you taking the pants of dominance.

You kissed down his body, but not without asking for consent first. He confirmed, and your hands drifted down to his bulge., now impossibly hard. You kissed it, and he reacted wonderfully, moaning into the frosty night. You smiled, and pulled it down, grabbing his length, jacking it with your hand. You leaned forward and licked the tip, making sharp eye contact with him. You slipped it into your mouth, lips welcoming the new intrusion. You traveled to the bottom of his length, hairs tickling your nose. You hummed along his length, and almost pulling completely off of it, paying special attention to the tip. Your tongue went around it, remembering how he felt, so vulnerable in your control. His hands went down to your head, pushing it onto his length, and you let him do so, taking him whole once more. Your head began to bob on his length, and you looked up, only to find his eyes rolled back, mouth open. You tucked that memory away, and slid his length down your throat, moaning around it as a wind picked up, and it made the wetness dripping from you oh-so evident. His hands got more rough on your head, and he began thrusting into your mouth, making you gag, the feeling setting him off even more.

“Fuck, I’m getting close. D-deepthroat me again, please. Do something.” he begged, eyes opening just a crack.

Your hands went down to his balls, and you slipped them into your mouth while his erection was pulsing there, ready to burst at any moment. And he did. He moaned into the night, for all of the creatures to hear, and you let his cum drip on your body, getting between your breasts, some dripping on the leaves below you. You gathered it all on a finger, and let it drip into your open mouth, tongue catching every last drop. He watched you intently, looking at a woman of pure sex and lust, like a goddess. You stood back up, and kissed his lips, leaving his own taste in his mouth. You kissed his hand once more, and walked away, hand already dipping into your pants, thinking of what you were going to do with Rob tomorrow.

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#robert sheehan smut #robert sheehan imagine

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letsnotdoanything · 5 years ago

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‘’Morning Coffee’’

Sorry I’m so late, I wasn’t home since friday and didn’t have much time to write...

However, I hope you’ll enjoy this late valentines day special!

Pairing: Bobby x Reader

Genre: Fluff (ofc, what else lol);

Song: iKON - My Type (if you want to request something similar, send me an ask with an idol and the name of their song!)

Words: 1.3K

You tied the strings of your light brown apron and started to grind the coffee beans immediately after. It was a Saturday morning, which meant that as soon as the clock would hit nine, customers would start coming in to begin their day with the best coffee in town and a side of freshly baked bagels or croissants.

You were working part-time in a caffé near the university you studied in. You thankfully didn't have anything scheduled for weekends, so you decided to allocate it to something useful for a change. This has led you to this small and cozy place ran by an adorable old lady named Susan. She was so sweet, the warmth radiating from her made you feel like a little girl visiting her loving grandma. You and all of your co-workers were calling her by name and fully trusted her; you knew that you can always turn to her with any issue.

You looked at the clock, which showed that it was 9:01 am, and smiled a little. You went to the front door to open it, letting in the warm spring breeze.

You could feel that it was going to be a good day, and nothing nor no one could ruin it. Even that annoying hipster Modern Art major who always ordered a half-sugar decaf latte with almond milk, whipped cream, and spices, and then rushed you because "he was already late". Especially not him.

A sound of the bell, which signalized that the first customer of that day just came, made you jump. However, you showed your professional (yet honest) smile and waved. "Good morning, what can I get for you?"

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After a long week of listening, writing, reading and studying, it was finally Saturday - time to take your mind of work and go out with friends, or, like Jiwon, sleep in and enjoy the free time by laying on the couch in your PJs.

Everything went as usual; after coming out of his bathroom he went straight to the kitchen to make himself a cup of hot, fragrant coffee to start his day. He poured filtered water into the coffee maker, put a pod inside and then clicked the power button.

Nothing happened, so he pressed it once more. And again.

"Why isn't it working?" He murmured under his breath, looking at the machine from different sides to see if everything was in place. "Ah, there it is," Jiwon said when he noticed the empty socket on the wall. He plugged in the cable and pushed the button again, happy that his weekend was saved and he could enjoy this sunny weekend morning.

Or at least that's what he thought.

"Oh, come on!" He slammed his hand on the wooden counter, what he immediately regretted after sharp pain spread through. He held it close to his chest and sighed, knowing that he had to go out if he wanted his morning coffee. Great.

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Going down the street, Jiwon kept wondering - why are all these people outside at this hour? Like, guys, it's Saturday.

"Maybe their coffee maker is broken too?" He thought. "That's a lesson for all of us - don't trust machines with important things, like coffee."

Luckily, there were a lot of restaurants and caffés near his campus, so it didn't take long until he stepped inside one of those. It warmly welcomed him with the smell of coffee beans and cinnamon, creamy walls and light brown sofas encouraged him to come further in. There were various kinds of coffee in the menu - black, Irish, flavored and more, so he decided to go a little fancier than the traditional flat white. "Let's go with a latte. But with caramel syrup? Or hazelnut? Oh, maybe-’’

"Hello, what can I get for you?"

He looked towards the source of this voice and almost let out a gasp when his gaze met with yours. Your green eyes were perfectly enhanced by your long, dark hair and subtle makeup while your pink lips formed a friendly smile, exposing a straight row of pearly white teeth.

Jiwon shook his head when he realized that he drifted away with his thoughts when one of the customers behind him tapped his arm, a little annoyed by his delaying.

"Uhm, y-yeah, can I get a... large caramel latte?" This sudden shyness got him surprised, he has always been a rather confident and bubbly person. He looked at you more closely when you typed the order on the cash register; you looked his age, were you studying at the same university? How come he's never seen you there? He sure would remember passing by someone so pretty.

"Is that all? Maybe you would want to try our banana bread? It's fresh out of the oven."

Jiwon's mind was still somewhere beyond the clouds when he responded, not really aware of the words coming out of his mouth - "Anything you want..."

He saw your confused expression and snapped back to reality, eyes wide open. "I-I mean, yeah, s-sure."

Seeing the other customer's impatient looks, you decided to let it go and quickly finish the order. After receiving the amount due you suggested for him to sit down beside the nearby table, where you would bring his order when it's ready.

"Dude, what's up with you?" Jiwon thought when he was already seated down. He's never been this awkward around anyone, even that girl he had a huge crush on in the 5th grade.

Well, maybe it was a sign that he should have gone outside instead of spending every Saturday watching documentaries in an old, dirty t-shirt?

He looked in your direction just when you picked up the tray filled with different beverages and started to give them out, walking around the little room.

Your sneakers under your thin ankles

A perfect harmony with your denim skinny jeans

Under your slightly big cardigan

Your falling, long, straight hair is so pretty

Jiwon's gaze drifted from your body to the window when you started to move towards him, only one glass and one plate left on the tray. He bit his lip nervously, trying to figure out how to rebuild from that poor first impression.

You soon approached him and placed the drink and food he ordered on the table, smiling politely.

Oh, oh, your delicate smile

Oh, oh, your eyes when you look at me

There is no flaw anywhere

There’s no time to be bored, you’re perfect

The boy smiled back, surprisingly confident, what encouraged him to take a step further and chat up. This time though, in order not to seem like a lost puppy, he thought over what he should say. He analyzed every pick-up line he learned during high school days and when he finally chose the right one, he looked up to see that you were not there.

Jiwon ran his eyes through the small caffé and spotted you standing back at the counter; a sight left his mouth as he placed his chin on his hand.

"You coward." He ridiculed his actions, feeling disappointed by his lack of confidence. He looked at the glass in front of him; he had already forgotten about the coffee he ordered and even the reason he came here - the broken coffee machine. His mood dropped even more when he realized that he would have to purchase a new one, which was a pretty big thing for an average student's wallet.

"If we're talking about money..." Jiwon thought and picked up the receipt from under the small plate with banana bread. He didn't even pay attention to the prices when the only thing on his mind was an adorable waitress, who ditched him in the end anyway. "5 bucks for coffee? Geez, are they making it from molten gold or something?"

Then, an odd shape shined through the thin paper he held in his hand. He turned it around and saw a short note written on its back.

‘‘If I only knew earlier, I would have broken that damn coffee machine a long time ago.”

You’re my type X

111-222-33

- Y/N

The translation is not mine!

#kpop #kpop reactions #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #kpop drabble #ikon #ikon scenarios #ikon drabble #ikon reactions #ikon imagines #ikon bobby #kim jiwon #ikon fluff #kpop fluff

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thirsttrapholland · 6 years ago

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Blood and Roses Part One

Requested? Yes

By: anonymous

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Anonymous said to thirsttrapholland:

I read that you're accepting requests... would u accept any request that tom is... idk, a vampire?

Warning(s):Brief mentions of blood, adult situations, cheesy vampire tropes because I just couldn’t help myself.

Word count: 1819

Pictures found on: Pinterest

A/N: The Tom Holland vampire AU I didn’t know I wanted to write. This is way outside of my usual so we’ll see.

Sorry it took me so long but I warned y’all that I was slow. Hope you like it, anon. Feedback is always appreciated.

“You know, I’ve never really done anything like this before.” You cringed inwardly at how cliched you sounded as soon as the words had left your mouth. Still though you felt as if you needed to justify what you were doing; if not to him, then definitely to yourself. What you were saying was true though, you really hadn’t ever done anything like this before.

What had you been thinking to leave a club with a total stranger? That’s the question your friend had asked you when you told her what you were about to do; the same question that kept fading in and out of your head since the second you’d agreed to bring this guy back to your place.

You couldn’t explain it, but you had been completely drawn to him since the second he approached you at the club.

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Once again, you’d let your friend Lindsey drag you out to a nightclub. According to her, she felt a duty to get you outside every once in a while otherwise you’d spend every waking second in the university library with your head stuck in a book. Which is exactly where you needed to be when you were prepping for the GRE. And exactly where you’d rather be than in the loud, sweaty club you were sitting in at that moment.

You were choking down a sip of your overpriced electric blue cocktail when Lindsey tapped you on the leg. “You’ve got an admirer.”

“What?”

“Guy in the corner over there has been checking you out since the second we sat down.”

You groaned. “See, this is why I didn’t want to come here in the first place. You can’t sit and enjoy a drink for even five seconds without some guy staring you down like you’re a piece of meat.”

“Don’t be like that. This one is actually kind of cute.”

“I’ll be the judge of that.”

“You don’t trust me?”

“Your taste is questionable, at best.” Lindsey, bless her heart, had never seen a backwards cap wearing frat bro that she didn’t think was ‘cute’. You didn’t even know if you had a type, but it most definitely wasn’t that. “Where is he?”

“Dark haired guy in the corner. The one in the leather coat.”

You took a discrete glance over your shoulder. Your eyes slowly adjusted to the dimly lit atmosphere until you finally zoomed in on the guy in question. For once, Lindsey may have been right. He was cute; at least from what you could see from where you were sitting. Even with the distance and lack of lighting you could also see how young he looked.

“I guess he’s attractive enough, but the dude looks twelve. Is he even old enough to be in here?”

“How should I know?” Lindsey grabbed her drink off the bar and took a sip. “You can ask him yourself though cause here he comes.” Lindsey picked up her clutch and slid off her barstool. “I’m just gonna leave you two to get acquainted.”

“You’re just going to leave me alone with this guy?” You were terrible at small talk and any attempts at flirting made you feel awkward and self-conscious. “What if he’s some kind of weirdo?”

“It’s not like you’re alone in the middle of nowhere. I’ll just be right out there on the dance floor. Just a shout away.”

You tried to make a grab for Lindsey’s wrist as you could see the guy approaching from the corner of your eye. “I’m sure you’ll be fine.” She threw one last smart assed comment over your shoulder as she eluded your grasp. “You’re good with kids anyway.”

“Lindsey,” you made one last effort to get your friend’s attention, but it was too late as you felt someone slide onto the barstool next to yours. The voice you heard was soft, kind and lightly accented.

“Sorry to bother you, but I was wondering if you might do me a favor.”

You braced yourself for the cheesy pickup line you were certain you were about to be assaulted with from your new, unwanted companion. You turned and found yourself looking into the biggest, prettiest brown eyes you had ever seen in your life. Eyes that had an odd depth to them. Eyes that were practically hypnotic.

“What can I do for you?” which was certainly not what you had been planning to say but was what had come out of your mouth nonetheless.

“Well, as you might have already guessed from my accent, I’m not from around here.”

“Irish, right?”

“That’s funny. Apparently, my UK license looks phony to the bartender and he is refusing to serve me. Told me if I showed it to him again, he was going to confiscate it and have me thrown out. So, I was wondering if you might be willing to buy me a drink?”

“You want me to buy you a drink? That’s a new one.”

“Normally, I wouldn’t ask such a thing, but with this baby face of mine, the bartender isn’t budging.”

“If the bartender is refusing to serve you, how do I even know if you’re old enough to be drinking? I don’t want to contribute to the corruption of a minor.”

“I can assure you that I’m a fair bit older than I appear.” He smiled then, and it was a beautiful smile, but there was a hint of sadness to it. “And I was corrupted long before we ever met.”

“Yeah, I don’t know.” The man standing next you was very handsome and you did feel a pull towards him but still you felt like something was holding you back.

“I��m just so thirsty. It’s been a long time since—” he paused as though he was struggling to finish his sentence. “It’s just been a long time since I’ve had a proper drink.” You heard him sigh and mutter under his breath. “I didn’t want to do it this way.”

“What?”

“Nothing.” He reached into the back pocket of his jeans and pulled out his wallet. He pressed a wad of bills into your hand and looked up into your eyes. “I want you to buy me a couple of shots of whiskey, get another of whatever you’re having and meet me at the table where I was sitting before. You can do that for me, can’t you love?”

“Of course.” The words had flowed from your mouth without even a cursory amount of input from your brain.

You took a second to watch as he made his way back to his corner table before you got the bartender’s attention and placed your order. You felt like you were operating on auto pilot as you picked up the drinks and dutifully made your way to the stranger’s table. You deposited the drinks on the table and slid into the booth beside him.

Your butt had barely touched the seat before he had already grabbed one of the shots and tossed it down his throat. Throwing back a shot of straight whiskey like that would have made the average person choke, but he didn’t even flinch.

“I guess you really were thirsty.”

“You have no idea.” For someone that had seemed so eager to have your company just moments before, he wasn’t making much effort at carrying on a conversation. As much as you loathed small talk, you tried to think of something to say to fill the awkward silence between you.

“So, are you here for school or visiting relatives or something?”

“Or something.”

“Okay.” Cute or not the guy was starting to weird you out a bit. “You’ve got your drinks. I think I’m going to go and catch up with my friend.”

You made to slide out of the booth but he laid his hand upon your forearm, stalling your movement. Goosebumps immediately sprang up when his cool, smooth skin came into contact with yours. “Don’t go. You’ll have to forgive me if my behavior seems a little strange. It’s just been a while since I’ve done this.”

“Done what?”

“Tried to chat up a beautiful woman. I’m a bit rusty.” The hesitation you felt must have been plainly written across your face. “Give me another chance.”

You ignored the nagging voice at the back of your head telling you to get up and walk away and settled back into your seat.

From that moment on, it was like a switch had been flipped. The guy sitting beside you turned from reticent and reserved into a charming chatterbox. He told you funny stories about his friends and family, doing voices and gesturing wildly with his hands all the while. He didn’t just talk about himself though. He asked questions about you as well and seemed genuinely interested in your answers; his eyes never strayed from yours as you spoke.

As the night wore on you found yourself getting more and more comfortable in his presence. Your natural guards lowered as you moved closer to him in the booth not minding at all when his thigh was pressed up against yours; when he put his arm around your shoulder and drew you closer to his side.

You were getting along so well that by the time he casually suggested that the two of you went to your place so you could be alone, it had seemed like the best idea you’d ever heard in your life.

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Standing there at your door with keys in hand and your back to him, it was like your senses had suddenly returned and you couldn’t even remember why you had thought this was a good idea in the first place. Letting this man into your apartment would be a huge mistake and you knew it. You had to put a stop to this. You would offer to get him an uber if necessary but some instinctual part of you knew that you needed to get him as far away from you as possible.

You turned to tell him that you had changed your mind but as soon as your eyes met his, the words died on your lips. You faltered, keys jingling in your now slightly trembling hand as your mind went totally blank.

Tom tilted his head, big brown eyes shining with light and brimming with concern. “Are you okay, darling?”

“I—I don’t know. I was just about to do something but now I can’t remember what it was.”

“That’s okay. You were going to open the door and invite me into your apartment.”

“Are you sure?” You knew the words were coming out of your mouth, but your voice sounded faint and far away to your own ears.

“Yes, I’m sure. Just open the door and invite me inside.” He gently stroked his thumb across your cheekbone, all the while never letting his eyes lose contact with yours. “It’ll be okay.”

#tom holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland au #vampire!tom #fic request #anon fic request

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 7 years ago

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A New Friend| Summoner!Shawn Flynn x Reader

Here it is, lovelies!! After 38584 years I finally have DF Shawn’s story here~!

Hope you guys enjoy it and ty so much for your patience :)

Shawn sighed softly, tracing small sigils in the ground, but the activity did little to keep his mind off the loneliness he was feeling.

Of course, being the one who was “most human” out of the group did make him crave some sort of companionship. He never talked to the others too much, and his Golems..well...he loved them like they were his children but they weren’t human beings.

A Youngling toddled in and saw its creator’s sad expression. Even it knew that he was quite lonesome given how often he talked about how he’d love to have a friend or even a partner like normal humans do.

It knew of the nearby town, and has seen so many kind and generous people who worshiped the Guardians. Surely the small Golem would find a friend for Shawn among them.

In its tiny, inky heart..it knew exactly what it had to do.

While he wasn’t looking, the Youngling tiptoed out of the den and began to make its way over to the town.

Normally this sort of quest would be a Searcher’s job, but it was determined to prove itself no matter what.

It’ll go great lengths for its beloved creator.

........

You sighed softly as you looked out into the dark forest, curious as to what creatures dwelled among the trees and bushes.

From the elders you’ve heard countless stories of Banshees, Sirens, Selkies, and even the Nachtkrapp himself. And even now you still believed those tales with all your heart.

As you turned back, you stopped when you heard the sound of..squishy footsteps?

Looking over your shoulder, your eyes widened when you saw a tiny, round ink creature come walking out of the woods. The Gaelic inscription on its chest told you that it belonged to a rabbi that your grandfather said had the power to control ink and mold golems out of it.

You’ve heard of the legendary Guardians and Searchers the town left offerings for...but these ones, the...Younglings was it?

They were the ones that often came near the forest edge and played with the local children for a little while before disappearing back into the woods.

Perhaps it was lost?

“Hey little guy,” you greeted, giggling as you knelt down in front of it.

The small golem stopped, letting out a few garbled sounds of joy. It then tugged on your sleeve, before using its arm to point back to the woods. You took the hint that it wanted you to follow it.

But..where would it take you?

Would you be able to get back?

“I...I’d love to follow you, buddy, but I don’t wanna get lost.”

It shook its head in response, before it tugged your sleeve once more.

Seeing as it wasn’t going to take “no” for an answer, you sighed softly and smiled. “Alright, alright. Are you...taking me to see the rabbi who made you?”

The ink creature nodded its head this time. You chuckled and stood up. “Okay, buddy. Lead the way~”

..........

Least to say, when the Youngling took you to see the rabbi, you were expecting it to be some wise, old dude with grayed hair.

Not a....handsome, brown-haired male that was around your age, with an ink-stained face and tattoos all over his legs, arms, and neck.

He tensed up as he heard your footsteps and spun around, his beautiful, bright blue eyes widening with shock. “Cad?!” He gawked for a few moments, before a slight frown appeared on his face. “Cén fáth ar thug tú an duine amach go léir-?!"

“Um..” Least to say you were unsure of what he was saying, although you knew that he was most likely scolding the little golem beside you.

Hopefully this guy knew at least some English or else this was going to be awkward...

After hearing you speak, though, his gaze shifted to yours and he calmed down a bit. “S-Sorry..” He huffed, running a hand through his hair. His voice had a thick Irish accent. “..I was worried ‘bout where he ran off to...I didn’t expect ‘im to bring a-a human..”

Then he gave you a tiny smile. “Name’s Shawn...Shawn Flynn. And you are...?”

“[Y/n],” you answered with a smile in return. “It’s...truly an honor to meet the guy who made all those golems.”

“Ehh don’t worry ‘bout a thing,” he chuckled softly. “At th’ end of th’ day I’m just a feller dressed in silly robes. But..I wonder..” Then he turned to the Youngling who brought you to him. “...why did this one bring ya here?”

The small golem motioned for him to come closer, and he did as he sat on the ground. It then walked up to him and started talking to him in that strange and odd language.

You could see Shawn’s expressions shift from focused, to shocked, and, finally, to.....sadness?

“Y-Ya..wanted to find me a..friend?”

Your heart sank a little after hearing that. “Shawn..is there...anyone else you talk to besides these golems of yours?”

“Some of th’ creatures up in th’ cavern a mile from here,” he murmured, standing up to look at you. “..but..even so I..ain’t th’ most social person and it gets...a lil’ lonely at times. I try to ignore it but...i-it’s just hard...b-bein’ all alone here w-with no real friends...”

His eyes began filling up with tears, which seemed to be purely black instead of clear.

“Hey, hey....don’t cry,” you spoke softly, walking over to hug him tight. “I’ll be your friend, okay?”

Shawn was stunned by your words, but he then smiled shakily and returned the hug, savoring this foreign, yet warm and caring, feeling. A few inky tears slipped from his eyes as he closed them.

For the first time in a long time, he felt...truly happy.

As you comforted him, you looked to see a Searcher enter the fray. Its hands were molded into axe weapons. At first you tensed as it glared at you warily, although upon seeing that its master wasn’t in any danger, it relaxed its posture.

You smiled softly at the creature, having a good feeling that you were going to get along with Shawn and all of his wondrous creations no problem.

#dark fantasy au #summoner shawn #reader insert

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mindflayedr-blog · 7 years ago

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5th Year // Hogwarts! Wyatt Oleff x Reader SERIES

Happy 800+ followers to me!! Thank you guys so much and I love you as always! I had a lot of fun writing this imagine 💓 I hope you guys enjoy is as much as I did writing it xx

This is kinda long whoops, sorry you guys. I might make a part two for this because I have so many ideas for this imagine that it won’t fit in one post! \

***I MIGHT MAKE THIS INTO A SERIES!!! SEND ME AN ASK IF YOU WOULD WANT THIS TO BE A SERIES!!!!***

Summary:

Warnings: Cursing as usual

Characters: It kids & female!reader

Pairing: Maybe romantic ;) Wyatt Oleff x reader, slight Scorpius Malfoy x reader (bc I love him), and platonic IT cast x reader

Some key: Sentence in italics means that the perspective changed.

Also I set this in the Curse Child era because it’s more realistic :~)

It was the most exciting time of the year for Y/N. It was time to go back to Hogwarts, her beloved school. Y/N couldn’t wait to leave your boring home and be back in the wizarding world. She also couldn’t wait to see what 5th Year has in store.

As soon as Y/N’s luggage were taken care of, Y/N quickly boarded the Hogwarts Express. Students were also trying to get in the train, so it was pretty hectic, but thankfully to Y/N, she managed to get in. The next challenge for her was to find a seat, each compartment seemed to be occupied. Hogwarts students seemed to have doubled this year. Last year there were a couple of empty compartments, but this year every single compartment seemed full.

Y/N ventured around the train’s hall trying to find a compartment, when suddenly compartment 3B slammed open.

“Where the fuck’s my chocolate frog, Jack? Did you eat it? I swear if you did you, owe me one.”

“Not if I run away!” A boy with dark brown hair zooms out of compartment 3B followed by a boy with curly hair. Y/N giggled at them and proceeded to check out the compartment.

Y/N looked in and saw a boy with light brown locks reading. Y/N knocked on the compartment door to get his attention.

“Hey um… Is this compartment full?” Y/N said as she stood by the door nervously. She didn’t really like talking to new people, it made her nervous.

“It kinda is, but we can squeeze one more person in.” The boy replied as he placed a bookmark on his book and closed it.

“Oh thanks I thought I was going to have to move to another coach.”

“No, no need. You can stay here.” The boy said as he scoot over closer to the window so she had room to sit.

“Thanks again.” Y/N smiled as she took a seat next to him.

The train’s whistle sounded loudly, indicating that the train would be moving soon.

“Where are those two idiots? The train’s about to move.” The boy commented following an eyeroll. Y/N laughed a little remembering the two boys who ran out the compartment minutes ago.

“They should be back soon, they’re probably going to be yelled at by Prefects.” Y/N said and gave the boy a reassuring smile.

“That’ll be funny, them getting in trouble and all.” The boy laughed a little making Y/N laugh slightly too, “Anyway, my name’s Wyatt. Nice to meet you…?”

“Y/N, my name’s Y/N.” Y/N replied in a friendly tone.

“Y/N… Nice to meet you, Y/N.” Wyatt said while giving you a rather cute half smile.

“Nice to meet you too, Wyatt.” Y/N said as she gave him a smile in return.

As soon as the train started moving, two boys entered the compartment.

“God damn Prefects, thinking they’re all great and shit. They’re such assholes.” Said a boy with dark brown hair as he entered the compartment. He then sat down on the empty seat in front of you and Wyatt.

“Well it was your fault for running around the train. What do you expect? We’re you like expecting for them to give you praise for running around? Like ‘Oh wow, Jack! Good job for running around the train even though you’re not supposed to! Here! Have a Fizzing Whizzbee!’” The other curly haired boy replied sarcastically which made the dark brown haired boy push him slightly.

“Fuck you, Finn.”

“Just laying the truth down.” The boy beside Jack said as he took a seat next to Jack.

“Woah who’s that?” The boy with dark brown hair said as he turned to face Y/N which caused the boy beside him to turn too.

“This is Y/N, I met her a couple of minutes ago.” Wyatt replied while giving Y/N a smile. Y/N then gave the two boys a small, shy wave.

“Hi Y/N!! I’m Jack and this is my idiot friend, Finn.” Jack said as he reached for Y/N’s hand to shake. Y/N took his hand and gave it a little shake, she also went to go shake Finn’s hand.

“I think it’s the other way around, Jack.” Finn said while shaking his head disapprovingly. “But anyway, I’m Finn and Jack’s the idiot one.”

“Honestly, fuck off.”

Y/N and Wyatt laughed at their banter, Y/N knew that she was going to get a long well with these boys.

“Well, nice to meet you guys.” Y/N said with a small smile. She were glad she finally made friends after four years of failed attempts. Y/N wasn’t really the social type. She preferred to be by herself, but this year was different. This year, she managed to make friends with three boys much to her surprise.

“So Y/N, you’re a fifth year too?” Finn asked Y/N as he looked at her attentively, he seemed really interested in getting to know Y/N. Jack seemed to be interested too, for he was also looking at her attentively.

“Uhm, yea I am. You guys too right?” Y/N replied trying to get the conversation going though she didn’t have to try that hard, the boys were extremely easy to talk to.

“Yea we are.” Jack replied, Finn and Wyatt nodded in agreement, “What house are you in? I’m in Gryffindor.”

“I’m in Gryffindor also.” Finn said with a smile.

“I’m in Ravenclaw.” Wyatt added while showing you his Ravenclaw pin that was pinned on his sweater.

“I…I’m in Slytherin.” Y/N said shyly, whenever she told people her house people would almost always suddenly look at her differently, like she some sort of monster. Like she was the most intimidating person in the planet.

Wyatt, Jack, and Finn were different though. The three boys were in complete awe. Jack’s mouth was wide open and Finn had to close it for him.

“That’s fucking awesome, we’ve never met a Slytherin before.” Finn said in complete admiration.

“Right? We’ve never been friends with one, you’re our first Slytherin friend!” Jack stared at Y/N like she was some sort of goddess, Wyatt didn’t even say a word for was speechless.

“It’s really a big deal, I’m just a regular student like you guys.” Y/N said with a shy smile, she didn’t really understand why they were making such a big deal about her house.

“It is a big deal! At least for us.” Finn let out a small laugh before he continued, “I bet you’re a fucking badass, dude.”

“Not really to be honest with you.”

“Bullshit! Of course you are.” Jack exclaimed as he slammed his hands on his thighs for emphasis. Wyatt nodded in agreement which caused you to smile.

“I’m reall-”

A prefect knocked on the compartment door, cutting Y/N off. Finn, who was closest to the door, opened it for the prefect.

“Put your robes on, we’re arriving in twenty minutes!” The prefect said in her thick Irish accent. Finn scratched the back of his head in confusion, he wasn’t sure what the prefect had just said, all four of them did not know what the prefect had just said . “Sorry, I… we completely missed that, what did you say again?” Finn timidly asked while looking down in embarrassment.

“I said, could you please put your robes on, we’re arriving in twenty minutes.” The girl said slowly, the four understood what she said this time.

“Alright, thank you so much!” Y/N replied to the prefect with a shy smile, she gave Y/N a smile in return before closing the compartment door.

“That was the same prefect that yelled at me when I was running around the train.” Jack said with a bit of bitterness in his voice which made the three of them laugh.

“Dude, it was your fault for running in the first place.”

“Fuck off, Finn I do what I want.” Jack’s remark made Y/N and Wyatt burst out laughing, Finn fell to the floor also laughing and pretty soon Jack joined the laughter.

It was crazy how fast the train ride was with Wyatt, Finn, and Jack. It was nothing compared to Y/N’s last four years before. In the past, train rides to Hogwarts felt like years, but with the boys it went by quick. Time does go by fast when having fun with friends.

The Welcoming Feast

Y/N sat in the Slytherin table with all the other Slytherins. She felt lonely without Wyatt, Finn, and Jack. She didn’t have anyone to talk to, she were alone in a table full of kids of her own house. She didn’t feel like talking to someone new either, Y/N didn’t have the courage that she had when she talked to Wyatt on the train.

As Y/N ate her meal, she scanned the Ravenclaw table for Wyatt. She found him in no time for his curly hair was hard to miss. Y/N saw him talking to a girl, though he looked like he wasn’t really interested in the conversation they were having, in fact, he looked bored. She stared at him some more, secretly hoping that he would catch her eye, but when he didn’t Y/N turned away, secretly disappointed.

Wyatt secretly hoped for the girl beside him to stop talking. She went on and on about this film that she watched over the summer and he sat there trying his best to act as if he was interested. He didn’t even know why this girl was talking to him the first place. He wondered if she was talking to the right person because she was talking as if he should know what she was talking about. Eventually, the girl stopped talking to him and Wyatt never felt so free.

Wyatt couldn’t get Y/N out of his head, something about her stuck with him and he didn’t know what it was. He began to scan the Slytherin table for Y/N and it didn’t take long for him to find her, for her (hair color) hair and her bright (eye color) stood out amongst the Slytherin crowd. As he ate his meal he found himself staring at her, he watch her toy with her food, looking bored. She didn’t have anyone to talk to, Wyatt secretly wanted to come over to her and speak to her so that she didn’t feel lonely. Sadly he couldn’t, so instead he stared at her hoping to her her attention, hoping that she somehow look at him and wave at him maybe. ‘This is creepy, I feel creepy. I should stop.’ Wyatt thought to himself after staring at Y/N for more than a minute. Deep down, Wyatt was disappointed that Y/N didn’t catch him staring at her.

After what seemed like forever, Headmistress McGonagall finally dismissed all the Hogwarts students to their common rooms to relax, for tomorrow morning classes would start.

Y/N followed her Slytherin peers to the Slytherin common room. Along the way, Y/N’s group bumped into a group of Ravenclaws. As soon as she noticed the Ravenclaw robe on one of the kids, Y/N immediately looked around for Wyatt and it didn’t take long for her to find him once again. Instead of just staring at him like in the Great Hall, she mustered up all her courage to yell out his name.

“Wyatt!” Y/N called out making Wyatt turn towards her rapidly. As soon as Wyatt saw Y/N, he couldn’t help but let out the biggest smile. Y/N, without thinking began to walk towards him. Wyatt also, without thinking began to walk towards Y/N. The two didn’t even notice their groups slowly leaving them.

“How was dinner?” Wyatt asked Y/N with the biggest smile.

“It was boring, I didn’t have anyone to talk to.” She said, giving Wyatt a half smile. “How was yours?”

“I was annoyed and kind of lonely. It was bad. My friend, Jeremy, sat far away from me and this random girl kept talking about this muggle movie that she watched over the summer. Gosh, I wanted to leave.” Wyatt said with an eyeroll which caused Y/N to laugh a little.

Y/N looked at her surroundings and saw that her group has left her, Wyatt also seemed to notice that his group has left him.

“Holy shit… my group! Fuck they left!” Wyatt exclaimed, panicking slightly. “Fuck, I have to solve that riddle all by myself now.” Wyatt ran his hand through his hair in frustration.

“Hey look at me, you can do it. Don’t panic. At least you only have to solve a riddle. I have to know which wall to whisper the password to. Shit, I don’t even know the password.” Y/N said trying to make Wyatt feel better. She managed to let out a laugh even though she was in deep shit. “You’ll be fine, Wyatt. Trust me. Now go okay? Goodnight, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Bye, Y/N. Thanks for making me feel slightly better.” Wyatt reached out to Y/N and hugged her without thinking which caught Y/N off guard. It didn’t take long for Y/N to return the hug however.

“Bye, Wyatt.” Y/N said as she pulled away from Wyatt. The two then hurriedly ran to their dormitories, Wyatt ended up solving the riddle and Y/N was lucky enough to have someone from the inside to let her in.

To be continued.

I AM SORRY THAT THIS REQUEST TOOK 24354657 YEARS TO BE POSTED OMF, I WAS BRAINSTORMING A LOT OF IDEAS FOR THIS AND I CAME UP WITH SO MUCH THAT I COULDNT FIT IT IN ONE POST!!

I MIGHT JUST TURN THIS INTO A SERIES MAN IDK, IT’S UP TO YOU GUYS

But anyway, this was requested by @dauntless-initiate-hola ! I hope you enjoy this!!

Also, I’m sorry that I havent been posting a lot of imagines/headcanons lately. School is beating my ass whOOp.

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discord-of-laughter · 7 years ago

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The OC challenge! - Phase 1

The sideblog isn’t ready, I [melody-of-scream] am not ready and the challange isn’t finished, but I just can’t hold back any longer, so I’ll just start by posting phase 1 only until I got phase 2 finished. Which takes forever with that many OCs.

The wonderful @cantankerousintrovertedpumpkin 💋 made this challenge up and tagge me. And how could I have resisted! 💛

Phase 1 – Introduction

How many are there?

21 – 5 male & 16 female – that are currently in use or in any way still present in my mind and used in my thoughts. There are more… trust me… Some are kind of @steverogershield’s fault because she keeps encouraging me instead of stopping me… fine Jason and Lou are just two but that’s 9.5% that could have been avoided! Just kidding dude ~

What are their names? [+ in my case which fandom are they from]

Allete “Alouette” Toupine [Man from U.N.C.L.E.], Belial “Bel” [Lucifer], Cardia Rose [Disney Descendants], Johanna “Jo” Jayne aka “Counter” [X-Men], Damian ? [Marvel’s Defenders], Deicida [Young Justice], Gabriele Hoffmann aka “Blueprint” [X-Men], Guinevere aka “Jennifer Elisabeth Kross” [Kingsman], Ophelia [...] Shilazar aka “Gust” [DCEU/Legends of Tomorrow], Aquila Pace [The Librarians], Kayleigh Fortuna Porter aka “Lady Luck” [Dr. Strange], Loreley [American Gods], Lucius “Lou” Kadin Perez Bowman aka “Voiceover” [DCEU/Flash], Phionee Esteria Usmin [Guardians of the Galaxy], Rachel Woods aka “Roads” & Daniel Weston aka “Danton” [Supernatural], Skandra Thorn aka “Skadi” [Thor/Avengers], Mariana Josefa Moraes Cardoso aka “Somnia” [X-Men], Jason Tiberius Green [Suicide Squad], Vanessa Lind [Harry Potter] and last but not least Cain Goldfin [Shadowhunters].

What’s one word you’d use to describe them?

Allete: determined

Bel: demonic

Cardia: burdened

Jo: restless

Damian: lying

Deicida: emotional

Gabriele: torn

Jennifer: loyal

Ophelia: fiercely

Aquila: sly

Kayleigh: cordial

Loreley: wary

Lou: controlled/sweet

Phionee: lost [formerly reasonable]

Rachel: unyielding

Daniel: bossy [formerly protective]

Skadi: sore/persistent

Mariana: disappointed

Jason: stubborn

Vanessa: kind

Cain: angry/proud

What do they look like?

Allete: A lot like Eva Green, light skin colour, dark hair, blue-green eyes, tall, slender, full lips, from France.

Bel: A lot like Mariette Valsan, middle dark brown/Indian skin tone, brown eyes, under the right circumstances insanely beautiful… but her appearance changes based on the attitude of people towards her or humanity in general, she’s missing the little finger of her left hand though. Originally from heaven, then hell.

Cardia: Pale, red and black dyed hair, very dark eyes, short, stocky, curvy (on her belly too!), small hands, scars on her arms. From the Isle of the Lost.

Jo: Slightly tanned, light brown eyes that seem to glow slightly, very long brown hair, small nose, chubby cheeks, short, with a bad posture, from the US.

Damian: Slightly ashen skin tone with a hint of olive hidden beneath it and a hint of yellow over it since he smokes quite a bit, black, short hair, blue eyes, not exactly tall for a guy, rather thin due to a certain lack of physical activity, leads a pretty unhealthy lifestyle in general, dark rings under the eyes, thin lips… despite everything he’s still kind of attractive though, from the US of unknown heritage.

Deicida: Grey skin… like really silvery-grey skin, looking like metal, dark grey lips, white hair and golden eyes, much heavier than she looks. Middle tall for a teenage girl, slender… the back of her legs is pointed like a blade and as sharp – yes blade legs and grey skin, she is weapon forged by Hephaestus and given a soul and can turn back into her original sword from if needed. From… well Hephaestus’s forge.

Gabriele: A lot like Sonja Gerhard. Short, blond, slightly curly hair, grey-blue eyes, like a perfect little white skinned angel. From East Germany (DDR) when the country was still divided into DDR and BRD.

Jennifer: Naturally red, curly hair, deep green eyes, rather tall for a woman, comparably skinny, small chest, prominent cheekbones, slightly bigger nose, in her late forties, early fifties, still considerably pretty. Of Irish descent.

Ophelia: Dark, Arabic skin tone. Long dark brown hair, with three green dyed strands of hair, eyes so green they seemed to glow and strange green marks running down from the middle of her lower lid to half of her cheek. Naturally rather red lips, but even brighter lipstick, hourglass figure, slender fingers, unfortunately creepy laughter but sweet smile, freckles on her chest, 6’7, in her end twenties. Of Iranian descent.

Aquila: Think of Kat Dennings dressed fancy. Brown wavy hair, blue eyes, large chest, 5’3… the whole package. Usually dressed unassuming but tidy. Wears glasses to read. From… that would be too much of a spoiler, so let’s say the UK. Also her names a made-up fake as well.

Kayleigh: Assumed the form of black girl, rather dark skin tone, attentive eyes so dark brown they appear black, long, really long bright orange hair – says it’s natural, no one believes her, sly smirk, surprisingly pinkish lips, not very tall with little curves but not petit. Looks nothing like either of her sisters. From a place that is too much of a spoiler.

Loreley: Like Diane Kruger, straight, thin light blond hair, light blue eyes, pale lips, would be considered petit if she wasn’t a bit too tall for it. So pale and thin it’s close to making people worry. Often either dark rings under her eyes or red, slightly swollen eyes. She has lost quite some of the beauty (and weight) songs sing about. From Germany but that was a long, long time ago.

Lou: Very mixed heritage reflected in his skin colour – Latin-Arabic and a bit of white. Black hair but buzz cut, grey eyes, unassuming, sweetest and brightest, toothy smile and perfectly straight teeth, slightly crooked toes, moderate height and weight. Tries to stay fit… but music and Aunt Isabella’s food are not helping. Long, slender fingers. Born in the US.

Phionee: White skin, not like a human white skin tone but white-white. Humanoid Alien. Dark pink, sharp eyes, slightly pointy ears and a long, slender tail that ends in a sharp point [kind of similar to Nightcrawler’s], feet that are a bit more claw like, white, straight hair usually worn in a pinned updo. Eyebrows that give her a snarky expression, light pink lipstick and pink eyeshadow, very cold skin and since she’s from an ice planet it’s usually to warm everywhere for her, so she wears short shorts and cropped tank tops when others are about to freeze off some parts. Still manages to make a point by wearing Ravenger red. Thin but athletic build. From the Usmin planet Sikon.

Rachel: A lot like Natalina Maggio. Caucasian but likely with a southern European heritage. Green eyes with golden speckles. Thin, straight, dark brown hair. Unassuming figure but well-trained and a bit muscular for a woman. Thin face, thin lips, piercing gaze. Always seems to show a slight frown. Huge ban tattoo on her left side since she was a baby. Not very tall. Often dark fingertips from old ink and such. Found on the doorstep of a hunter family – Westons – when she was still a baby.

Daniel: Light skinned but with a bit of a tan, short, curly, brown hair. Light blue eyes. Full lips, stubbles all the time. Tall, obviously well-toned and thoroughly fit body but a bunch of scares hidden beneath his clothes. Always seems to have an amused expression and sparkling eyes. Rachel sometimes calls him “Disney Prince” because he’s the pretty of the two of them. Youthful looks even though he is in his late thirties. From an hunter family which has been doing their job in the US for generations.

Skadi: A Jotun goddess and born frost giant. Very tall with a swirling intricate pattern on her skin. Pure white eyes and hair and whitish lips. Strong and sturdy but athletic build. Full lips… and with a human form magic and living among the gods of Asgard allowed her to take on. Still kind of tall, very pale with a bluish touch with slightly bluish lips, pale blue eyes and a lot of long, full-bodied, wavy hair that she dyes black to not stand out so much. There is something rough and wild about here that tends to draw people in and push them away at the same time. From Thrymheimr and/or Asgard.

Mariana: A lot like a slightly younger Morena Baccarin with half-short hair. Black hair, warm brown eyes, rather light skin tone but still noticeably a Latina. Thin lips, a bit bigger ears, 32 years old, with surprisingly long legs. Has a nice smile but a tendency to frown due to bad decision-making. From Brazil currently living in the US with a work visa.

Jason: Like Seth Green – just google him, like that. 5’3 short, green eyes, ginger hair and beard, mole under his left eye, the best and worst smirk, more buff than Seth Green though. Small/Short power package. From the US and of Scottish and Polish heritage.

Vanessa: Kind of shortish, with a pale skin with a golden undertone, slightly prominent nose and chin, small ears, bilious green eyes and ash brown hair. Kind eyes. Hints of being a bit stout but working against it constantly. Very small feet and rather small hands. An unsuitable mean smirk. Inside and outside of the school day she can usually been found barefooted. From Wales.

Cain: Soft facial features – a bit of a baby face – broad nose, narrow eyes the lightest blue imaginable. Round face, slightly tanned skin, short dark hair, full lips. Well-built but not very tall… in the form he got from one half of his parents. The other one granted him golden and black scales and rough golden and black skin, gills on the side of his cheeks, the same broad nose and narrow eyes of the lightest blue imaginable, but his features seem less soft like this. Oh and of course a golden fish tail. Lavish and to show off, he’s considered too flashy to be pretty by his mother’s people where he grew up.

Any illnesses/disorders/disabilities…?

Cain has BPD. Vanessa has a well-hidden but not specified anxiety disorder. Mariana is rather emotionally instable without an explanation so far… don’t know if that counts. Damian has a heart condition. Skadi is dyslexic but you can bet the goddess won’t tell anyone. Rachel has ADD and so has Lou. Bel is missing the little finger of her left hand. Cardia has gotten past self-harming tendencies and Mariana was thought to have narcolepsy for the longest time… until they found out it has to do with her mutation and an inability to control her power. And do Deicida’s blade legs count and the fact that human emotions confuse her? Not like on the autistic spectrum though just because she hasn’t had to do much with them before and is still learning.

Who’s your favourite?

That’s not fair *whines*, they are all my kids!! Skadi and Ophelia are always high on the list but always rivalled by the OC or one of the OCs from the fandom I’m just in the most.

Who is most like you?

??? There is a bit of me in every OC I make… but I try it to never be too much. However… Vanessa maybe? She’s probably the oldest of them and the most like I’m when it comes to looks. But personality vice… I’d like to think Jo maybe or Cardia.

Do you ship any of the characters you’re talking about here?

Yes. Some but very few with canon characters mostly it’s just a thought though nothing I would insist or necessarily talk about. And I ship Rachel and Daniel with each other ~ it’s difficult though.

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sweetnestor · 7 years ago

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12 Days | Chapter 5.2

Two guys that lowkey hate each other are forced to walk in each other’s shoes in order to learn a lesson.

***in collaboration with @themarkiplierexperience

lmao soz its not actually x reader we’re just desperate for attention haaaa

After a few slices of pizza, Tom was brought back to LA. The sun was already going down, an indication at how long he was gone, and probably how much trouble he'd get into once he was around friends again. He had been bracing himself as he walked up to Bella’s front door, for she had told him to meet her there. He had to come up with a damn good apology in about ten seconds.

Tom quickly stopped himself from knocking; Just before dropping him off, Ethan had showed him which keys were which. Obviously, the only pink key in the set was the one to Bella’s house. This couple seemed to really be into symbolism and the like. Tom shook his head at the thought as he unlocked the door and stepped inside.

To his surprise, he heard music blaring inside the premises. It was a song he recognized (Kiwi by Harry Styles), but it still threw him off guard. Tom took a slow step inside and closed the door behind him, confused. As he stepped further inside, he saw his lovely girlfriend jumping around the living room, her curled pink hair bouncing everywhere. She was with two other people, who were also jumping and head banging rhythmically. One was a guy with dark green hair and a manly beard and the other was a shorter girl with short, dark brown hair. The three of them turned when Tom walked into the living room, and they all cheered.

“C’mon, let's dance!” Bella said, holding her hands out as she continued doing just that.

“What?” he asked, laughing in disbelief.

“Dancing it out!” replied the guy with green hair. Sean, was it? Or, Jack, as he recalled Ethan telling him.

Tom shrugged and started moving to the beat of the upbeat pop song. He wasn't sure why this was happening, or if it happened regularly. Needless to say, this was not what he was expecting when he walked into this apartment.

After the song ended, proper greetings were in order. Sean came over and gave Tom a hug like he hadn't seen him in a long time. Then, Signe (“see-nuh” - he finally got the right pronunciation!) did the same. He had no idea how long these guys had been friends with Ethan. This whole switch thing was going to be a ‘figure it out as you go’ type of thing, wasn't it?

“I'm sorry I wasn't here sooner,” he began as he sat on the couch. “I had a meeting and a shoot I completely forgot about, and it took ages.”

“Hey, it's fine. Happens to all of us,” Sean told him. “We're spending the night here, anyway, so you can't avoid us forever!”

“You're stuck with us!” Signe jokingly added.

“Lit,” Tom replied with minor hesitation. Was that a thing Ethan would say? It felt like it.

“Anyway,” Bella spoke up, “me and Signe are gonna film a video right now, so…”

“I'll look after little E-tan,” Sean finished for her with a small laugh.

Tom did catch the small moment of tension. Bella was still upset about the previous day, and probably over the fact that her boyfriend basically ignored her all day. Of course she wouldn't want to be in the same room as him.

The two ladies stood and went into a room, probably Bella’s. They were making a video, were they? For YouTube, right? Did they all make videos in their own homes? Did they not have an office space like Mark? Tom had a lot to learn, and he didn't know how long he had.

“And then there were two,” he commented once he was alone with the Irish guy.

He chuckled. “Really, though, how are you? Heard you had a hard time the other day.”

Here we go again. This didn't feel any different to the interviews where Tom was asked the same damn questions over and over. He couldn't help the reluctance in his tone.

“I've had some anxiety lately, I'm fine, I took some time off work. It's nothing.”

“But you're taking time off work,” Sean repeated. “That doesn't seem like you.”

You’ve not the slightest clue, mate.

Tom shrugged, his stomach turning. This guy seemed to be seeing right through him. How long would it be until figured it out? “Yeah, I know. It's just… I think I'm overworking myself. I mean, I did crash and go mental for a bit. Definite sign I should slow down.”

Sean only nodded, watching him. “Yeah, it's always good to do that. You gotta take care of yourself, too. And just know, if you need someone to talk to, I'm here.”

It was something a lot of people said, but hearing it from this particular guy felt reassuring. It felt genuine, and Tom could only tell because he hadn't heard or felt something like that in a very long time. For the first time since the switch, he actually felt somewhat comfortable, and that's what made him say his next sentence.

“Ever since D23...” he began, and then he paused. How was he going to go about this without sounding insane? “I haven't really felt like myself.”

“How so?” Sean asked.

I literally switched bodies with your friend, but you would think I was mental if I said that.

“I… I don’t know. It’s probably nothing,” he said, waving it off.

“Maybe you’re burning yourself out?” Sean suggested. “I know that after a while of doing this, you get pretty exhausted.”

Was he talking about YouTube? Surely, it couldn’t be that hard. Tom was going to try his hand at it tomorrow, and he wasn’t all that worried. How hard could it possibly be?

“Yeah, it's probably that,” Tom said, now wanting to get away from this subject.

Thankfully, Sean did change topics, but it was still an awkward, uncomfortable one.

“Are things okay with you and Baller?”

Tom wanted to laugh at that nickname, but the mood still felt a little serious. He looked at Sean, who was watching him carefully. Almost like he was waiting for Tom to lash out or snap in some way. Again, he couldn’t help but wonder if it was always like this, or if it was just because of the switch.

“Uh…” he trailed off. “What did she say to you?”

“Nothing, she was just a little off when you showed up,” Sean said. “Maybe I’m reading too far into it. I think I’m quick to worry when it comes to Bella.”

Sounds like an ex-boyfriend. Or someone who had way too many feelings for someone else’s girlfriend. Upon his Wikipedia search, Tom learned that Bella and Sean (she prefers to call him Jack) were very close and there was plenty of speculation regarding their relationship. Maybe that was something he should have asked Ethan about before being dropped off.

“I don’t mean to overstep,” Sean continued, seeing the look on Tom’s face. “You know, you’re my friend and she’s my friend… I just wanna know if you guys are okay.”

Are they close enough to the point where Ethan can talk about something like the knife incident? Best to keep that to himself.

“We’re fine,” Tom finally answered. “Thank you, but everything’s fine with me and my girlfriend.”

Sean took the hint.

“You're dirty, disgusting But I can't get enough of your loving Boy I hate you, really hate you My momma said I shouldn't date you…”

The high, distinct voice was coming from the bathroom in Bella’s room, where the girl was currently showering. It was well after midnight, Sean and Signe had already gone to bed in the spare room, so the remaining couple followed suit. Tom was nervous about this, to say the least. He would have gone back Ethan’s apartment, but he didn't have a ride there, much less directions to get there.

He had been in the middle of typing out a message to Ethan asking for those directions, until he got distracted by Bella’s singing voice. He had never heard anything like it before, it was so captivating and pretty. He looked at the bathroom door, which was open just a crack, and he couldn't help but smile at the singing.

It moved him, he felt a million things at once. Just when he thought this woman couldn't get any better. She was beautiful, she was motivated and passionate. She was kinky as hell, a little weird, absolutely hilarious. She was also a fucking amazing singer. Very different from the quiet, anxious girl that interviewed Tom only a few days ago.

“You sweet talk me again, yo I don't wanna be friends, no Why am I such a fool When it comes to you A, B, C, D, E-E-E, F, U”

Once that song ended, Tom lost focus on what he had been doing before. He looked down at the phone in his hand, skimmed the text, and then deleted it. Maybe instead of just straight out asking for things, Tom would give Ethan something like a daily report. He was supposed to learn things on his own, right?

“Dude your girlfriend is really fucking talented,” he typed out. “And I'm gonna try to apologize to her about yesterday, I'll let you know how that goes.” Sent. “Oh and I don't know how to get back to your apartment.” Sent again. “Sean and Signe are really cool btw. Ok goodnight.”

Tom put the phone down just as he heard the shower turn off. All he could do was hope that Bella wouldn't try anything like she did the day before. He didn't want to have to reject her twice in a row. Besides, she had barely spoken to him since he arrived, and he really needed to fix that.

He looked around her room, taking in whatever he could in the short amount of time he had. Sure, he had to learn just about everything there is to know about Bella Santiago, but he wasn’t observing just because he had to. He took in the keyboard, obviously connecting it to the singing he heard in the bathroom. He saw the alarming amount of makeup brushes on top of the bureau and the piles of clothes on the floor. He actually had to Google what the large pink, purple, and blue flag hanging above her bed meant.

What was most interesting to him though, were the professional lights and the camera stored in the corner of the room. Was that all Bella needed to make her videos? Tom was overwhelmed at the amount of gadgets Ethan had in his own home. Honestly, it made him a bit more nervous to make videos of his own.

Eventually, the girl opened the door and turned off the bathroom light. Tom was pleasantly surprised to see her wearing a navy blue Midtown High t-shirt and black booty shorts. Her black and pink hair was damp, and she was running a towel through the long locks. But Tom was focused on the shirt. Bella really was a fan, not just an interviewer who pretended to know everything about the Marvel Cinematic Universe.

“Cool shirt,” he told her as he watched her approach the bed.

“I didn't know you were still here,” she replied, disregarding his words. “Thought you left.”

Here we go. Boyfriend time.

“Babe,” he started, sitting up on the mattress and looking directly at her. “Hey, I'm so sorry about yesterday. I'm so, so sorry. I don't know what happened…”

She didn't say anything at first. She busied herself by throwing the towel back into the bathroom and approaching the bed again. Then she returned the eye contact.

“Was it something I did? Brutal honesty.”

“No, of course not!”

“Ethan, come on!”

“I mean it!” He sat up on his knees, trying to get his point across. “You know I've been having a hard time lately. And I took it out on you at the literal worst time, and I'm so sorry.”

Bella looked down, picking at her fingernails. “What kind of a hard time?”

Tom tilted his head to the side. “I… you know. The panic attack.”

“Those last up to forty five minutes.”

“I'm not working right now, either,” he continued, knowing that work was a big thing for this guy. “I just haven't felt like… I don't feel like myself anymore.”

The pink haired girl now sat on the bed. “Do you wanna talk more about it?”

What else could he say? How could he not sound absolutely crazy?

“Maybe another time,” he said. “I just wanted to properly apologize for yesterday. I was out of line.”

“Okay,” Bella said, her tone changing to something more gentle and affectionate. She placed her hand on Tom’s. “Whenever you wanna talk, you know I'm here. If there's anyone who's going to understand the noise in your brain, it'll be me.”

Tom nodded, though he wasn't sure what she meant by noise. Did it have to do with the anxiety thing Ethan had mentioned?

He didn't really think about it that much because Bella leaned in to kiss him. Of course, he returned the gesture but quickly stopped at as he remembered the next point to bring up.

“By the way, is it okay if we… um…” he trailed off.

“What?” she asked as she sat up against the headboard.

Tom saw her shorts ride up, and for some reason he wasn't expecting to see pinkish scars going across her thighs. His heart nearly dropped at the sight, his mind threatening to go to the darkest place. However, he shook it off and continued his sentence.

“Can we… can we be… abstinent?” His voice went softer with every word, bracing himself for any backlash.

“How come?” Bella asked.

“Uh…”

“Oh!” she said in realization. “You're not feeling like yourself, not in the right mind. I get it. It's okay. We'll take as long as you need.”

Tom sighed in relief. That was so much easier than he expected. He smiled when Bella kissed him on the cheek.

“You're a really good girlfriend, you know that?” he told her as he took her hand.

“I just want you to be happy.”

Tom looked down at their intertwined fingers, mildly content. He couldn't help but think that Ethan was pretty lucky to have someone so understanding and empathetic. However, his mind went to the dark place when he saw the more pink scars on Bella’s wrist, eerily similar to the ones on her thighs. Clearly, he had missed a huge detail about this girl. He just wasn't sure if he was supposed to know about it, though.

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tag list: @marie-is-in-the-dark @beardedsteveslut

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#crankgameplays x oc #ethan nestor x reader #tom holland x oc #tom holland x reader #sweetheart writes #sweetheart collabs #twelve days #lmaaaoooooo this is where we fall a bit behind #one of us may post another 'behind the scenes thing' if we dont have our next chapters done #also dont worry tom aint gon fall for bellers #or maybe he does idek #hes all over the place when it comes to love and relationships and shit i just decided #anyway thats not the point of the story hahaha #also if u havent read my previous stories that have to do with bella and ethan then ur in for a surprise #kind of #i wonder how many ppl are reading this just for tom and dont know anything abt ethan/jack/signe haha #anyway imma shut the fuck up now thank u for reading

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just-one-string-in-a-silent-sea · 7 years ago

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Clubbing (Tyler Breeze x Reader) Requested by Anon

Requested by Anon: “Do you really think I would hurt you?” + Tyler Breeze

A/N: Slightly angsty, because it brought back memories of my own, so it should at least be very well written. First Tyler Breeze fic I’ve ever written, let me know how it is!

Warnings: Slight mentions of past abuse, slight angst, mostly fluff

Pairing: Tyler Breeze x Reader

Word Count: 1,262

Becky Lynch was a very impatient creature.

You were dealing with this and becoming more familiar with it as she bounced impatiently around your hotel room while you struggled to get your hair and makeup just the way you wanted it.

“(Y/N), come onnnnn!” Becky moaned, “You are taking absolutely forever this is killing me.”

“Becky,” You quipped, “Do I ever rush your perfection? No? Don’t rush mine.”

Becky rolled her eyes, “You sound just like Tyler,” and picked up her phone, allowing you to smile softly at the mirror.

Ah, Tyler. Your boyfriend of 6 months. Tyler Breeze had taken an instant liking to you when you had showed up to you in Prada shoes and a beautiful red velvet dress that hugged your curves.

At first, you had honestly thought Tyler was gay, until you realized he just really enjoyed fashion. The two of you had immediately struck up a friendship, and had been friends for about a year until Tyler finally got the guts to ask you out.

Now, she couldn’t be happier. Tyler was funny, relatable, intelligent, and his character on Smackdown was wonderfully entertaining, despite his weirdness.

You smiled again, thinking of your Tyler. Tonight was the very first time you would be going out to a club drinking with Tyler, and though you weren’t nervous, you knew you had to look bomb.

You stuck a finger in your mouth and pulled out, taking off any extra vibrant red lipstick, and snarling at the mirror to be sure there was no red on your teeth.

When she turned and picked up her Lois Viton purse, Becky had already left the room and was halfway down the hallway, and you had to run to catch up with the long legged Irish woman.

In the elevator, you pulled your navy blue dress a little bit lower, as it was riding up. Not that that would be a problem with Tyler around.

You smiled as you and Becky met up with Naomi, Carmella, and Natalya, and the five of you piled into a cab as Naomi shouted out the name of the club over your collective giggling.

When you arrived at the obviously high-dollar club, you knew immediately that tonight was going to be fun and would likely end up with Tyler carrying you back to the hotel while you were blackout drunk.

You and your four friends scampered towards the table in the back where you could see Tyler, the Usos, Big Cass, and Finn sitting, smiling and waving.

You sauntered to Tyler’s side of the table and sat next to him, giving him a welcome kiss.

“You look gorgeous, babe,” Tyler said, flashing you his million dollar smile.

Even after 6 months, he could still make you blush.

The two of you sat, visiting and catching up for a while, but as the night wore on, the drinks got stronger, the songs got louder, and the WWE superstars got rowdier.

Soon, you were dancing on the floor with Naomi, smiling and laughing, twirling and smiling. You had kicked off your shoes hours ago, as it was hard to balance in heels while drunk, and you were definitely past buzzed. You laughed, leaning on Naomi as much as she was leaning against you, and she laughed aloud.

“I’m gonna go get anotha’ drink, you wan’ anythin’?” The glowing girl slurred, and you shook your head.

“No thank you, N’omi, if ya see Ty, tell him to come dance with meee!” You squealed, sending both of you into giggles as Naomi stumbled away, and you continued dancing.

As the song ended and another started up, you felt hands on your waist, “Ty! You came!”

“Don’ know who Ty is, but he’s a dumb fuck if he left someone like you to dance alone,” Scoffed an unfamiliar voice, and you jerked away, whirling to face the stranger.

He was grinning, wearing ugly ripped up jeans and Jordans, obviously a douchebag based off of the haircut and the cheeky smile and brown eyes.

“Fuck off, I came with someone,” You tried to say strongly, but your voice was shaking. The guy had a good 100 pounds on you and at least a foot and a half in height.

The man smirked, “Really? Don’ see nobody.”

He took a step forward, and you tensed, where was Tyler?

“I-I’m warning you, dude, stay back.”

“You don’t sound like you really want that, Babe.” The scumbag said, backing you up against the wall, and you looked around frantically, where is Tyler?!

You gulped, but in a second, the man was gone from you line of vision.

Instead, he was on the floor, beneath a furious blonde who was pounding the stranger’s head off the floor.

“Tyler! Tyler stop! They’ll call the cops on you! Stop!” You said after a moment, rushing forward to grab at Tyler and fight him off the guy, not that it did any good.

Tyler didn’t stop until Big Cass lifted him off of the poor guy, who ran, and when he dropped Tyler, the blonde shot you a furious look before storming out.

After a moment, when people stopped staring, you ran out after him, finding him standing on the sidewalk in the drizzle of rain, glaring down at the street.

“T-Ty?” You murmured, reaching out to touch him, but Tyler just growled.

“Ty, are you okay?”

“Am I okay?” Tyler deadpanned, glaring at you, “Am I okay?! You were just in there parading yourself around like a slut with your dress rode up your ass and then you’re flirting with another man? Really? Am I okay?!”

He whirled on you, and you reflexively threw you r arms up to protect your head, and Tyler froze.

“B-baby?” He asked, and you gasped and dropped your arms.

“I-I Tyler I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to I swear I didn’t mean to do that-“

Tyler looked hurt, distraught, broken, even. You felt tears well up in your eyes.

Tyler cut you off, pressing a finger to your lips and looking you in the eyes, “Baby,” he said quietly, “do you really think I would hurt you?”

You gulped, looking away, “I-I’m sorry Tyler I was just scared, you know how my exes were. I wasn’t flirting with that guy, I swear, and I’m sorry my dress rode up, I didn’t notice, I am kinda drunk still but this conversation is definitely sobering me…I’m so sorry Tyler…I just got scared.”

Tyler enveloped you in his arms, and you wrapped your own around him, sighing at the feeling.

“Baby, I’m so sorry. I was angry. I’ll never scare you like that, and I will never, ever hurt you like that baby, never. You’re my everything darling, I need you. I’m so sorry this happened tonight.”

You smiled, running your hand through his hair and sighing, “How about we just not go to clubs anymore, okay?”

He chuckled, “Yeah, I like that idea.”

“I love you Tyler, I know you’ll never hurt me on purpose.”

“I love you too, (Y/N), and never. Not even on accident. I promise.”

You smiled as Tyler waved down a cab with the arm that wasn’t wrapped around you. For the first time ever, when Tyler said that, you believed it.

#wwe #wwe imagine #wwe imagines #wwe smackdown #tuesday night smackdown #Tyler Breeze #Tyler Breeze x reader #Tyler x reader #Tyler Breeze imagine #Tyler Breeze imagines

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hellotoomuchstuffinmyhead-blog · 6 years ago

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TWDG Final Season AU: Fortune Favours the Bold Ch1

Hey guys, I’m new to making and sharing fanfic content. The main character is my OC I have placed in Ericson’s School for Troubled Youth. This is leaning towards my OC being closer friends with minor characters and it is a Mitch x OC ship. Will probs continue this through so enjoy!

Word count: 1722

The late spring forests had a different atmosphere from all the bricks and concrete back home. Tristen looked out the car window thinking about what this new school is like and what the other kids are like. “Sweetie, I know I have told you this before,” Tristen’s mother says sternly but with some kindness, “the kids at this new school will probably be different from the ones back home. Be careful of who you make friends with for your own good. People judge you by how you look, what you’re good at and who your friends are. It’s for the good of your own wellbeing and future.”

“Uh-huh,” Tristen sighs, “when do I get to go back home?”

“When the teachers there make you all better.”

Tristen looks down at her feet feeling slightly despondent. The rest of the car ride is silent. They finally reach the gates of Ericson’s Boarding School for Troubled Youths. Her mother helps with getting her things to her assigned room. She is all alone, as her mother requested, in this colourless room. At least she gets a fair bit of light coming through when she draws the curtains open. She can see that her room catches the orange light from the sunset very well.

In the headmaster’s office, Tristen and her mother sat in front the man himself. Richard Ericson. His words were mostly reassurance that she’ll be ok. They walked around the school later after dinner. As they walked through, the other kids looked at Tristen as she walked on with the two adults. She ignored them. Then it was time. It was time to part with her mother. She was a busy woman and made her parting brief. Her mother left telling her to “be good.” She hears it all the time but won’t be hearing it for a while. She feels a little relief until she wonders if the adults here are like her mother.

The next day, Tristen had her first day at the school. She was mostly quiet during classes. During her free time for the day, she looked for a place to be alone to do her favourite things – baton twirling and gymnastics. It was nice to do it without her mother pushing her to be competitive and to aim to win. Some music would be nice, she thought, or maybe a proper baton rather than a stick. Her train of thought was interrupted as she spotted someone in the corner of her eye.

She turned to see who it was. It was just a small boy with light brown hair. His eyes are big and blueish-green. He stood and stared then walked closer, hands behind his back, to get a closer look. Tristen just stared back and blinked a few times. She smiled at him. “Hi…” the little boy said shyly before running away. Tristen looked a little confused then looks down a little sad. She tries to stay away from others so they wouldn’t ask her why she is here but she really does want friends. She shook the thought away and made way to her next class.

It was lunchtime now. Tristen didn’t eat much. She just wanted to walk around as she sat down so much during classes. “Ow! Don’t!” yelled a high pitched voice. She saw the small boy that was staring at her previously. He was being picked on by a much bigger boy. She was scared to interfere but couldn’t stand to ignore or walk away from the poor boy. She takes a big breath and marches to the boys. “Leave him alone you big, fat bully!” she cried shielding the small boy. He whimpered and hid behind her. The larger child just glared at her and reaches for her. Tristen is pulled away by the small boy behind her.

The larger child looks frustrated, lunges forward and quickly grabs one of Tristen pigtails. She yells in pain and falls to the ground. “Cut that out, asshole!” yelled a huskier voice. Tristen looks up at as a child the same size as herself leaps forward and punches the larger child. The bully fell back and the boy who threw the punch gritted his teeth angrily at him. He had side swept brown hair, freckles and light green eyes. The bully gets up, curses at the boy and continues the brawl. The freckled boy holds up well until the teachers came running to break the fight. The two rowdy boys were taken away. “Umm, thank you for saving me,” a small voice says. Tristen almost forgot about the small boy behind her. “Oh! You’re welcome,” she smiled, “Could you tell me your name?”

“Willy,” the small boy says shyly, “What about you?”

“I’m Tristen”

“Huh? I thought that’s a boy’s name,” Willy says confused. Tristen sighs and replies, “That’s what a lot of people say.”

When all of the classes for the day were done, Tristen headed for the library wanting to read something. Science? Nah too boring, she thought. Fairy tale? Yeah I love those, she thought. She liked reading the ones about the princesses falling in love. She read through Beauty and the Beast but thought it was a little too easy as she already read this story many times. “Too easy?” Tristen looked up to see a boy carrying books to the same desk she sat at. He is of Indian decent, had short black hair and looked a little older than the freckled boy from before. “Sorry, I don’t see others hanging around here often at this time,” he said, “You’re the new girl. I didn’t catch your name.”

“Tristen.”

“Ah, I knew it was something like that.”

“It is because it’s normally a boy’s name?” Tristen frowned.

“No,” Aasim replied, “It just reminded me of a book and now I can actually remember its name. Tristan and Iseult.”

“What kind of story is that?”

“It’s about a British knight who falls in love with an Irish princess.”

“Those are my favourite kinds of stories,” Tristen looks interested.

“Really? I thought so seeing that pile next to you. Cinderella. The Little Mermaid. Rapunzel. Hold on, let me go find it,” Aasim left briefly and returned with the book. Tristen has a bit of difficulty but Aasim helps her along as they enjoy the book. “Thank you for showing me that and helping me read better,” Tristen quietly exclaims.

“No problem. You should try reading the harder books. They are way more interesting.”

“Yeah, they are.”

“There you are!” exclaims a loud high pitched voice.

“Shush. It’s a library,” says another voice.

Tristen sees Willy running towards her. Behind him are two boys: the freckled one in the fight who now has a bruise on the side of his head and the other is a shorter, pudgier boy with frizzy hair and dark skin. Willy sits next to Tristen and tugs at her sleeve. “See! She’s the pretty one that saved me!” Willy says excitedly.

“Willy, don’t just grab people like that,” the pudgy boy tells Willy nicely. He stops and apologises whilst Tristen says it is okay and nervously smiles. “Thanks for helping Willy,” says the freckled boy who then turns to Aasim, “Back to business. Are you going to help us, nerd?” The pudgier boy shakes his head whilst Aasim rolls his eyes. “This is Mitch and I’m Omar,” he says to Tristen, “Nice to meet you and thanks for helping out Willy.”

They settled at the table and Aasim helps Mitch and Omar with their work. Tristen and Willy are reading Peter Pan together. When the boys finish up, Mitch finally looks directly at Tristen and say, “Hi, uh, can we all hang out together now?” he asks in a nervous manner. She nods happily.

The kids sit around the table and Mitch starts by asking, “How old are you? Where you from?”

“I’m going to be 9 tomorrow and I’m from Washington DC,” Tristen replies.

“Your birthday’s tomorrow?!” Willy chimes and looks at Mitch, “We gotta have a party for her, Mitch!”

“We’ll think of something, lil dude but not a party,” Mitch tells Willy kindly.

“You were left here just before your birthday? Your own mother would do that?” says Omar.

“It’s not a big deal. Just another day to my parents,” Tristen says with a sense of falsehood.

“What’s your family like?”

“They’re okay I guess. Mum is really concerned about when I grow up. She wants me to be competitive and be fussy with who I’m friends with. It isn’t fun. I have a step dad who doesn’t really talk to me much. My step brother is really nice to me though. When he isn’t helping my step dad with his food truck, he spends time with me. Sometimes he is with this other boy he is really close with, he’s lots of fun too. They are the only two that do fun stuff on birthdays,” Tristen recalls fondly.

“At least you’ve had SOME fun in your life,” says Mitch.

“Why are you here?” Willy asks excitedly. Tristen goes silent and looks sad again. “Come on you can tell us! I was sent here for chron-,” Willy was cut off by Aasim who told him to leave her alone and that she didn’t have to answer. Mitch got Willy to settle down. “I think I’ll go to my room now. I’m sleepy,” Tristen says as she get ups up and walks to the dorms.

At the dorms, Tristen was about to reach he room when she suddenly heard Mitch call out her name. “Hey, I’m sorry about Willy. He can say stupid things sometimes. Could we hang out more? You can have fun with us and not worry about the things that made you sad before,” he tells her in a friendly tone.

“Yeah, you guys are lots of fun! I’ve never really talked much to other kids because my mum wouldn’t let me,” Tristen says gleefully.

“She isn’t here so fuck being worried or being told what to do! We’re going to be partners in crime!”

“Hehe… I like how you’re really brave. Like the princes in the fairy tales but you’re kinda funnier,” Tristen giggles. Mitch blushes at her remark. “Well uh goodnight,’ he says with a little embarrassment.

“Good night, Mitch.”

#twdg #twdg au #twdg final season #twdg oc #twdg fanfic #twdg season 4 #twdg s4 #twdg willy #twdg mitch #twdg omar #twdg aasim #twdg ericsons

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nurseyydex · 8 years ago

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consider this: SMH & one direction

i just wanna talk about smh and 1d ok im so sorry this wasnt supposed to be this long i have no control

dex grew up with sisters (let me have this he has a bunch of sisters ok) so not only was he completely unable to escape one direction he was not allowed to get away with any sort of ‘bands that have mainly young female fanbases are not real music’ misogyny that lots of teen boys and adult males have

so he likes 1d he doesnt advertise but he had to listen to them a lot so he knows their entire discography and what they have some good songs ok bro

so yeah they find their way into his workout playlists so fucking what man they’re fucking hype songs

his fave is niall bc hes chill and just wants to drink beer and play his guitar and listen to dad rock and he’s irish (dex is irish and is grandma loves niall bc she’s irish and what a sweet young lad) he’s not like die hard niall stan but he knows all of the 1d discourse from his sisters debating (im willing to listen to other opinions my back up is louis bc hes a punk)

he save up one year (and got help from his fam) to get tickets for his sisters to see a wwa concert as a birthday/christmas/every holiday present bc theyre expensive and they dont have a lot of money

his mom technically bought the tickets he just helped pay for them and the girls surprised him with a ticket for him to come with (mama poindexter: well i cant let them go alone who’s gonna watch them you have to go make sure they dont get arrested for doing something stupid) dex played it cool but it was such a fun concert and so fun to hang out with his sisters tooo

nursey now is a goddamn hipster u cant tell me he isnt into a bunch of british alternative bands and bc of his brit music phase he knew about one direction from the very start at the x factor stage (he definitely mentions this all the goddamn time when they start becoming popular but he chills out through the years)

hes been to at least one concert for every tour (he even got tickets to the madison square garden show) - he went to every concert with his sister but it was his idea to go and she was just there to keep an eye on him

also a big reason he got into the band was zayn like heres a pakistani muslim boy who’s super talented with these white dudes and that representation is super important (i also hc nursey as muslim or at least partially but zayn is a brown muslim boy killing it so yeah its awesome)

but nurseys fave tho is harry especially when harry is a total hoe with long hair and jewelry and those red carpet looks like nursey is in love but also in awe bc those sparkly boots and that floral suit like those are iconic Looks™ and nursey loves it bc gender isnt real and he loves hoe looks (zayn is like 1.5 tho bc nursey is in love)

nursey tries to serenade dex with little things one day when they’re chilling by the pond on the grass and dex punches him bc nursey is making him emo even when he knows dex doesnt have emotions (in public in front of people who can see him cry)

bitty likes them they’re no beyonce but theyre fun and attractive and yeah hes gonna have some fun dancing to them he isn’t really up with all the drama and disc*urse until the boys have 1d nights and they watch this is us and the concert dvds bc he learns a lot

he loves 2013 era harry and all the time liam (that boy is thicc and bitty 100% does not swoon)

holster like come tf on holster loves them he unironically and passionately loves one direction completely unashamed he does not care for your opinions and no one makes fun of him bc he’s a 6′4 fucking big ass hockey player who could drop kick u across campus if he wanted to

he claims he doesnt have a fave but he would die for all of them

his fave rotates seasonally and he has a different fave for each era

he went to the tmh tour and he’s gone to every tour since - he goes with his sisters bc its a bonding topic for them he sits at the edge of the floor or at the end of a row on the sides bc hes so tall he feels so bad and he tries to stay out of the way of the little girls behind him but hes nice to them and talks to them and so they like him even if hes a giant

but really he and his sisters are so close bc they have a lot of similar interests and they talk about pop culture stuff and its hard to keep intouch when hes away so much but they have group chats about 1d and tv shows and stuff so its so nice for them to keep up a strong bonding time

ransom is a britney bitch and holster dragged him into 1d. he’s in it for the memes and the drama really. (he likes the songs and thinks its fun but he wouldnt have been a fan and gone to concerts if it wasnt for holtz)

holster takes him to the wwa concert and they have a blast

holster also drags his ass to see this is us opening night (they both cry)

chowder just loves everyone and he doesnt understand why people hate 1d (or other pop artists with majority young female fan bases that ppl hate bc misogyny) when theyre so fun he’s not an active /fan/ until smh has team bonding nights involving one direction jam sessions and concert dvd watching and drunk history

on such 1d nights they put on one of the dvds and it accidentally turns into a drinking game (mainly drinking bc this part of my god did u see that !!! THAT NOTE CHANGE !!!! and ZAYN WHY !!!! and other painful parts) and some of them *cough* nursey dex and holster *cough* get possibly the most drunk they ever get bc of this

theres loud awful drunk singing along and some sobbing (this is definitely not based off of any sort of personal experience whatsoever nope never done this before)

after the movie when everyone is so drunk they talk about 1d history which is how the veterans teach the others about the exciting drama and disc*urse

lardo is a bad bitch who is tough as fuck and manages a division I mens hockey team and every single one of them is afraid of her. AND she would not let any bro tease her for liking one direction bc why the fuck not.

she has plenty of their songs thrown in arting playlists and in pump up playlists

and she knows theres nothing better to cheer holster up when he’s having a rough day than a 1d dance sesh

dont forget where you belong is the first song on her team bonding playlist bc its a love song to ur bandmates which transfers very well to love songs to ur teammates

shitty unapologetically loves 1d and boy bands and girl bands and he supports all things that young girls love but are not taken seriously bc girls like them

he’s written at least 3 papers/projects on the misogyny surrounding young girls and their interests and involvement in fandom and also boybands (he tries to fight all guys who disrespect girls’ interests and the power of teenage girls)

he’ll randomly show up to a 1d night bc obvi he’s in that gc and he’s ready to party and express emotions and dance and talk drama

he loves harry bc “THAT FLOW MAN!!! HIS FLOW IS SO SICK!!!”

he cried when harry posted the pic of the hair he chopped off and cried when he saw the another man shoot where harry was defying all sorts of societal norms it was beautiful and his flow is still so nice even this short its ok it’ll grow back better than before

one friday night the lax bros sneak over to try to prank the haus and peak in the window and see half of the hockey team in the living room drunk off their ass singing loudly to a one direction concert on the tv - holster and nursey jumping around attempting to dance along, ransom clinging to bitty on the floor crying about a ‘hiatus’, bitty soothing ransom, dex forgetting about the drink in his one hand to drink rum from the bottle, shitty naked (not surprising) and slow dancing with a life sized cut-out of harry styles with tears streaming down his face (more surprising), and chowder lying on the couch singing through mouthfuls of pie

they walk back to the lax bro house without executing the prank and they never mention it again

#p #should I put this under a read more??? I didn't think about how long it was yikes #i am ??? so sorry ???? i odnt know what happpened i have So Many Thoughts ok #omgcp #omgcheckplease #i just have so many feelings about this i have so much more to talk about really #omgcpx1d #1domgcp #i need to like sort out an actual tag for this #nurseydex #im so sorry but also im not bc i needed to say this #mine #my hcs #omgcp headcanon

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fireflyeggs · 8 years ago

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I'm so vain

CHOOSE ONE! Then tag 10 of your followers! 1: hugs or kisses? Hugs 2: night or day? Night 3: internet or TV? Internet 4: sweet or sour? Sweet 5: red, white, or blue? blue 6: 1800s or 1900s? 1900 7: space or the ocean? Space 8: ice-cream or frozen yogurt? I'm not picky 9: reading or writing? Reading 10: raining or sunny? Sunny 11: winter or summer? Winter 12: spring or autumn/fall? Fall 13: too cold or too warm? Too cold 14: elevators or escalators? Escalators 15: apples or oranges? Apples 16: fire or ice? Ice 17: plane crash or car crash? Car crash 18: planes or boats? Boats 19: the sea or a pool? The sea is pretty but a pool is less likely to sting me 20: singing or dancing? Singing 21: long hair or short hair? Long 22: january or december? December 23: your first child - boy or girl? Girl 24: chocolate sauce or strawberry sauce? Chocolate 25: coffee or tea? Coffee but I like both 26: in your coffee/tea - sugar or no sugar? stevia 27: gif or jif? Gif 28: science or religion? Science but I feel like I've interwoven them in my own view of life 29: tornado or hurricane? Hurticane 30: black or white? Black 31: laptop or desktop? Laptop 32: cat or dog? BOTH 33: chicken or turkey? I mean I'm vegetarian but I like chickens more 34: shower or bath? Bath 35: disneyland or universal studios? Disney 36: potatoes - mashed or baked? Mashed 37: eggs - fried, boiled, scrambled or poached? Scrambled 38: cake or pie? CAKE 39: Ben and Jerry’s or häagen-dazs? AS I SAID I am not picky honestly both 40: christmas or halloween? Christmas 41: books or magazines? Books 42: inside or outside? Outside 43: movies or tv shows? Tv shows 44: McDonald’s or burger king? McDonald but like sheerly out of desperation 45: the past or the future? Future 46: superpowers - fly or read minds? fly. 47: piercings or tattoos? Piercings 48: end of the world - zombie apocalypse or world war 3? WW3? 49: Starbucks or subway? STARBUCKS AF 50: love or lust? Love 51: kitten, puppy or micropig? kitten 52: if you could, which would you stop - 9/11 or the holocaust? The holocaust 53: mermaids/mermen or unicorns? unicorns 54: america or Britain? I think I like Britain better but I'm American 55: dumbledore or gandalf? Dumbledore 56: ninjas or pirates? Pirates 57: Firefox, safari or chrome? Chrome 58: marvel or dc? Marvel 59: pepsi or coke? Coke 60: circus or amusement park? Circus where the animals aren't abused if such a thing exists 61: eBook or physical book? Ebook 62: Greek or roman? Greek 63: Thor or Loki? Neither 64: Sam or dean winchester? Neither 65: stefan or damon salvatore? Who that 66: brown or white bread? Wheat 67: sunrise or sunset? Sunset 68: drought or flood? Flood 69: trains or bus? Trains 70: kids or pets? Pets 71: poetry or song lyrics? Poetry 72: horror movie or chick flick? Horror movie 73: play video games on - pc or console (Xbox/playstation)? PC 74: cookies or donuts? BOTH but donuts 75: saturday or sunday? Saturday 76: lord of the rings or harry potter? HP 77: bands or solo artists? BandS 78: art or music? IM NOT PICKING I LOVE BOTH 79: get lost in - london or paris? Paris 80: new year’s eve or christmas eve? Christmas Eve 81: museums or nature parks? Nature parks 82: lightning or thunder? Lightning 83: lions, tigers or bears? LOVE BEARS 84: popcorn or candy floss/cotton candy? Cotton candy 85: be stuck in a room with - clowns or insects? Clowns I guess 86: soup or salad? Soup 87: asks or fanmail? Both 88: scottish accent or irish accent? Scottish 89: ‘friends or ‘the big bang theory’? Neither 90: ‘supernatural’ or ‘the vampire diaries’? why........ 91: ‘the simpsons’ or 'family guy’? The Simpsons 92: toothache or earache? Earache 93: 'x-men’ or 'guardians of the galaxy’? GotG 94: be stranded in antarctica or sahara desert? Sahara. I want to see sand cats. 95: penguins or polar bears? Polar bears 96: 'frozen’ or 'tangled’? Tangled 97: snowmen or icebergs? Icebergs 98: hand written letter or email? Hand written 99: apple or android? Apple 100: the end or the beggining? The beginning I tag anyone who wants to do this literally like go for it my dude

#about me #sorry #long post

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 7 years ago

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Afraid to Love|Selkie!Chase Brody x Reader

Ayyyyyyy the stories/imagines are coming back, lads and lassies~!! Tomorrow you guys can start requesting them again and I’ll start working on the ones in mah Inbox.

In the meantime, though, I hope you guys enjoy this story about my half-seal son whom I adore and love <3

"So what did you say this was, [y/n]?" "Chamomile tea. It's good for whenever you're stressed or anxious" You smiled as you handed the man sitting in front of you the steaming cup. "Just be careful 'cause it's hot." Nodding in response, Chase waited for the drink to cool down a bit before he took a tiny sip, his eyes widening at the taste. "Mmm..this is pretty good stuff!" He hummed, flashing you a grin. "Thanks." "Anytime. You wanna have fish for dinner?" At the mention of fish, he perked up, nearly spilling some of the tea. You giggled softly at how alert he became, considering that you knew Selkies absolutely loved fish. That's right...he, your very best friend, was one of the legendary Selkies you've heard many tales of as a child. But who knew you, of all the people in the town, would come across one? Although your first encounter with him was...very different from the stories that have been passed around: ~Flashback~ It was there along the shoreline of the beach that you saw someone just laying there, his face down in the muddy water. At first you believed it was some surfer, judging from his grass-green and brown hair and the fact that he was shirtless. But when you went over to investigate, that's when you could see the spotted seal pelt he was wrapped in, and that instead of legs, he had a tail. Your heart leaped in joy. This was not an ordinary human..but a Selkie! However, that spur of happiness went away when you realized the water around him was a pinkish color. Then on the side of his pelt you could see some kind of wound, as though a shark had bitten him or he was jabbed by a sharp rock. Looking around to make sure the coast was clear, you quickly grabbed a few towels and went over to the wounded Selkie. After rolling up your jeans you knelt down in the mud and carefully turned him over so he was facing upwards. His eyes were closed, his expression peaceful, although you noticed he was clutching some kind of hat. You gently wriggled it out of his grasp before you carefully wiped the mud off his face until it was almost clean. Then you got up and pulled him completely out of the water, sitting back down to press the other towel to his wound. After about a minute or so you mustered up all of your strength and managed to scoop up the Selkie, deciding that you were going to help him. And that's exactly what you did as you carried him all the way back home. By the time you returned, though, you could see that his pelt had turned into something soft and fuzzy, resembling a bathrobe. The moment you stepped inside your house, you heard a slight groan and felt him stir in your arms. Then, his eyes slowly opened, revealing to you their baby blue color. But once he realized what was happening, they widened immensely, his breaths quickening as he stared at you, panic-striken. He squirmed, trying to get free, only to stop and whine in pain. "Hey, shh..it's okay," you hushed, unsure of whether he knew English since many Selkies only spoke Irish. "I'm not gonna hurt you. My name's [y/n]. I found you on the beach with a pretty bad wound...so I'm gonna help you take care of that, okay?" Thankfully, he did calm down, thinking over your words. And then a tiny smile formed on his lips as he put his arms around you and rested his head on your shoulder. "Th-Thank you..." He murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "Do..you have a name as well?" "A-Ah..it's...Chase." A slight blush appeared on his cheeks. "My name's...Chase." ~End Flashback~ "......[y/n]? Dude?" "Wha..oh..sorry," your gaze returned to Chase's. "I was just..remembering the day I rescued you." "Oh, alright...bu damn. Has it really been almost a year?" He scratched the back of his head, looking at the calendar. "I will admit...I definitely would've been shark bait...h-had you not been there." You made a small "mhm" noise in understanding, before you got up and went over to the freezer to take out some frozen fish to eat. But while you were busy with that, your mind was occupied with a thought that’s...been nagging at you for quite some time now: The story goes that when someone takes the pelt of a Selkie, they would fall in love with them soon after. But it's been almost a whole year that Chase lived with you and...he hasn't really shown any signs of affection towards you. Either not all of the stories were true, male Selkies approached humans differently than females, or...he simply didn’t have an interest in you. Whatever the reason may be, though, you respected his wishes and you were more than happy to be simply best friends with a Selkie. Besides, even though his pelt was in plain sight, it didn't look like he wanted to leave you anytime soon as he made no effort to retrieve it. If he was content with staying on land and just being your friend, so be it. .......... The next morning, you had to go into town to pick up some more fish, as Chase practically scarfed it all down last night. He was still asleep, splayed out on the couch, but you figured by the time he woke up you'll be back home. Oh... If only you had known how wrong you were.. ..... When the Selkie opened his eyes, he sat up and looked around the living room, yawning a bit as he wondered where you were. "[Y/n]?" He got up, deciding to take a trip to your room to see if you were in there. But you weren't and only then did he start to worry. "[Y/n]? You here?" Once more, he was greeted by silence, and it made tears prick his eyes. For a few minutes he wandered throughout the house, calling your name and not getting a single response. And with each second that passed his panic grew. You've never left him alone like this, and even if you did you'd always leave him a note. He checked every nook and cranny, but found absolutely nothing. He had no idea what to do or where you went or- Then a horrible thought struck him... What if....you're not coming back? Did his worst fear really come true? Oh no...this is exactly why he was afraid to fall in love again. Through blurry vision, Chase spotted his pelt hung up on the coatrack. His hands trembled as he shakily reached for it, feeling the soft material and..... the compelling urge to return to the sea. His home...the one place where he'd never get hurt. You'd probably forget about him, right? You deserve to be with someone normal anyway. After stripping himself of his clothes he put his pelt back on, tying it together with some seaweed he had stored in the pocket, before he adjusted his cap. Then he looked out the window, seeing the seagulls and waves of the ocean calling out to him, beckoning for him to return and- "Hey Chase. They were all out of fish in the marketplace so I couldn't-" Tensing up, Chase glanced over to see you in the doorway, confusion written all over your face as you saw him wearing his pelt and his clothes on the floor. "...Chase?" "I-I....I have to g-go back. It was nice meeting ya, [y/n]." He went to head out the door, but you shut it and locked it, blocking him. "Wait, wait..." Your eyebrows furrowed. "I've only been gone for like ten minutes. Did you think I abandoned you or something?" "N-No..just.....I need to go, [y/n]." The Selkie reached for the doorknob, although you grabbed his hand gently, yet firmly. "Chase. We've been living together for a whole year. You haven't put on that pelt for a whole year because you wanted to stay with me. Why do you wanna leave all the sudden? I...didn't do anything to upset you, did I?" For some time, he stared at you, unsure of how to respond. Then he whimpered softly, looking down at the floor, his hat covering his eyes. He tried to take off his pelt, but you quickly put your hands on his shoulders to stop him. "J-Just..keep it on for now," you blushed a bit. "C'mon, let's sit and talk about this." Looking back up, Chase nodded slowly, his eyes growing red and wet, as though he was a dam that would burst at any minute. You took his hand once more and led him to your room, where none of the windows provided a view of the sea. Once you both sat down on the bed, that's when he broke down and started hiccuping, covering his mouth with his sleeves as he curled up. "I-I'm..sorry...I c-can't..." He was unable to form proper sentences. "I-I...didn't..w-wanna..." "Hey, shhhh. It's okay.." You moved closer and wrapped your arms around him. Almost immediately he returned the gesture, burying his face into your neck where you soon felt warm tears start to soak your skin. At that point he gave up trying to talk and just cried his heart out. It wasn't loud. Just shaky gasps, sniffles, and small hiccups, although it was nevertheless heart-wrenching to hear as you were comforting him. You had no idea where all of this was coming from. He couldn't possibly be this upset that you left him alone for a few minutes...right? It had to be something else. But it was only after Chase calmed down a little that he finally spilled everything he had kept hidden from you for so long: He was aware of the tale that Selkies usually shared a bond with humans the moment they take their pelt. But even though you have, he was scared to fall in love with you because....his heart had been broken once by a woman named "Stacy". For a few years they've been together, living a happy life with half-Selkie children. However, he couldn't bring himself to tell her or their kids he was a Selkie. And by extension, he never told his kids what they were either. One day he accidentally let it slip and she got angry with him..to the point where they divorced since she felt like she could no longer trust him. But she refused to give him back his pelt for weeks, keeping it out of spite, so one night he tried to sneak into their old house and get it. However her new boyfriend hunted seals for sport and chased him out. He managed to escape into the ocean, although not before he was struck by a harpoon. Now you understood where he got that injury from the day you rescued him, and, least to say, it made your blood boil with fury. After finishing his story, Chase admitted that he never wanted to leave you, as you've been so kind and patient, you saved him when you could've left him to die, and you didn't try to force him into a relationship. And in truth he did, in fact...love you. But he was just so...scared. Scared that you no longer had those feelings for him. Scared that you're angry with him considering how long he kept this hidden from you.... A few tears slipped out of his eyes, but you cupped his face and wiped them away with your thumbs. "Chase I...I love you, too," you told him, speaking with sincerity and honesty. "I have since the day I found you on that beach. And I'd never, ever want to see you suffer through something like that again. Someone as sweet as you didn't deserve any of that." "R-Really?" The Selkie mumbled, sniffling a bit. "B-But..I-" "Tell me this...you've been happy staying with me, right?" After a few moments, he nodded slowly in response. "And you really don't wanna leave, right?" This time he shook his head "no" without any hesitation. "Then it's settled." You smiled and tenderly kissed his cheek. "I promise I'll make sure no one ever breaks your heart like that again. And..maybe I could...sh-show you how to love again?" It was a statement of uncertainty, as you weren't sure if he understood. "You know what I mean?" "Y-Yeah," Chase nodded in understanding, flashing you a tiny smile in return. "I..I'll take up your offer." Then he tugged on the collar of his pelt. "But um..do you wanna keep my pelt locked away or burn it so I don't-?" "No. I trust you enough. Besides, I think now it's worth mentioning that I recently installed a really nice pool outback just for you." He did a double-take, his jaw dropping in disbelief. "R-Really?" "Yep. I had them fill it with the ocean water instead of the water that's got tons of chemicals in it. But...I-I mean..." You rubbed the back of your neck sheepishly. "I-I'm not saying that it's exactly like your home and I'm not trying to stop you from going back there either, but you've mentioned before how much you loved to swim and-" However, your rambling was cut off when he suddenly threw his arms around you, sobbing happily into your shirt. For a second you froze, but when you realized he wasn't sad at all, you smiled and hugged him close, running your hand up and down his soft pelt. "I-I feel like the luckiest goddamn S-Selkie in the world, man.." He sniffled after a few moments, sitting up and beaming at you, wiping his eyes with his sleeve. "Thank you....I just....God I love you so damn much, [y/n]. A-As cheesy as this sounds I don't know where I'd be without you." "I'm not sure where I would be, either, hun," you chuckled softly, giving him another kiss. "So..you wanna go check it out?" "Oh hell yeah!" The two of you got up and headed outback where, sure enough, there was a wide and deep green-blue pool with sunlight shimmering on the surface of the water. For a second he stood there, gawking at it, although you gave him a quick nudge. Shaking his head, Chase removed his hat, handing it to you, before he pulled his coat over him and dove into the water. You sighed and sat down on the edge of it, seeing the Selkie you've come to know and love pop his head up to greet you in his seal form. With a giggle you reached down and rubbed his head gently, watching his beady black eyes close. He seemed fairly content with your touch. "Y'know..meeting you has made me feel like the luckiest human in the world, Chase." Opening his eyes, he nodded his head in understanding. He managed to steal the hat right from your hands and sink back down with it, before he decided to show you a couple of tricks he's learned, such as balancing it on his nose. All the while, you laughed and smiled, believing that Chase was going to be a lot happier here.

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