#idk if they have mess halls in jail but hey

[velvctmotel-a-blog]

@pvlchritudine​​ gets a starter! muses: jungcheol + naomi! connection: you’re a cop, you busted me for drugs, now i’m in jail for the first time. setting: blaine county jail, san andreas.

         naomi had been in here for a week now, and it just kept getting worse by the second. the inmates were disgusting and terrible, knocking naomi’s food from her hands in the mess hall, not letting her eat. pushing her down when they would walk in their lines back to their cells. luckily, naomi didn’t have a cell mate, she hoped that would last forever. she was getting skinnier by the day from not eating much, only eating what she could keep hidden in her cell which usually was a packet of fish crackers maybe once every few days. seeing the male police officer who had arrested her outside of her cell, she gets up from the uncomfortable bed and trudges towards the door. “hey-- uhm... can you help me? please?”

[whomst-art-thou-whomst-whomst]

Texts from the Lost Tomb part 6.1

🎶 Back on the bullshit I never got off🎶

Is this another unnecessary story arc?? With three sections??

Yes.

Wushanju Crew Chat

Wang Meng: You know, I’m someone who appreciates consistency in my day. My life is pleasant, very few issues indeed if you ignore the big ones. And yet. Yet here we are. With unresolved messes at the end of a day.

Wang Pangzi: SOMETHIN YOU NEED TO SAY MARY POPPINS

Wang Meng: We need to talk about Huo Daofu and the glittery bead curtain.

Wang Pangzi: MY FAVE TEEN WIZARD SERIES

Wu Xie: did you turn on that suggested word thingy lol

What glittery bead curtain

Wang Meng: I closed the shop at 6:00pm this evening on the dot. I locked all of the doors in and out of the shop very carefully, especially in light of recent events. The hall leading to the back office was empty. I filed the day’s paperwork, updated and sent emails, and then spent an extra hour organizing receipts and dusting. When I came back out, there were glittery iridescent bead curtains over the front entrance to the shop.

What could this mean?

Wu Xie: uh that you need to spend less time at work?

Wang Pangzi: LOOKS LIKE WE GOT ONE FOR THE DETECTIVES. THE MYSTERY OF THE BEDAZZLED THRESHOLD COMMENCES

Wu Xie: I think we can be relatively secure in thinking a glittery bead curtain isn’t a hostile threat

Wang Pangzi: SAYS YOU

I REMEMBER YE OLDE EXPLORATION TIMES HOW FAST THINGS GOT FURIOUS

BEANBAG CHAIRS SET AFLAME AND LEFT ON DOORSTEPS AS A WARNING

GLITTERBOMBS FOR DAYS

PANIC AT THE DISCO

Wang Meng: Ugh, forget it. I should have just taken them down, regardless of who they belong to.

Zhang Qiling: They are not mine.

Wang Pangzi: A BOLD STATEMENT COMING FROM OUR PRIME SUSPECT

SOMEONE QUICK GO DRAW CHALK AROUND THE DOORWAY TO MARK THE SCENE OF THE CRIME

Wang Meng: Do we know anyone who *would* sneak in and put those up? For whatever reason, legal or not? Even as a joke?

Wang Pangzi: ARE YOU SERIOUSLY ASKING WHETHER WE KNOW ANYONE WHO IS CHAOTIC, AN OUTLAW, A PRANKSTER AND/OR SNEAKS INTO PLACES

BECAUSE THAT WOULD MEAN OUR SUSPECT LIST IS LITERALLY EVERYONE WE KNOW EXCEPT FOR YOU.

Wu Xie: okay let’s think about this; for starters, I didn’t break into my own shop

Wang Meng: You would be in danger of doing some work in the process, that’s true.

Wang Pangzi: LOL

Wu Xie: ANYWAY let’s keep going. For example, Xiao Ge would only break in somewhere for a good reason. Xiao Ge, did you do this?

Zhang Qiling: No.

Wu Xie: okay who’s next

Wang Pangzi: YOU REALLY MISSED YOUR CALLING IN INTERROGATION TIANZHEN

REALLY PUT THE SCREWS TO HIM

IN MORE WAYS THAN ONE;)

Zhang Qiling: How can we be certain *you* didn’t do it?

Wang Meng: Admittedly that was my guess, too.

Wang Pangzi: WOW I SEE HOW IT IS

BLAME PANGZI AS USUAL

ANYWAY HOW DOES HUO DAOFU FIT INTO THIS

Wu Xie: Oh yeah him! Oops I got distracted

Wang Pangzi: UR ENTIRE HISTORY IN A NUTSHELL

Wu Xie: Ugh fuck off

Wang Meng what abt Huo Daofu??

Zhang Qiling: ?

Wu Xie: oh sorry xiaoge I didn’t realize you wouldn’t have spent much time around him last year

He and I go way back

Zhang Qiling: Way back where?

Babysitters Club Chat

Wang Pangzi: I CANNOT BELIEVE HE IS BUYING YOUR INNOCENT ACT

IF YOU EVER TURN TO EVIL WE ARE FUCKED

Zhang Qiling: ?

Wang Pangzi: YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHO HUO DAOFU IS

YOU WERE EXTREMELY POLITE AND BORDERLINE FRIENDLY TOWARDS HIM

Zhang Qiling: I wanted him to feel welcome. I wanted to be sure he understands he has a place here. A specific place.

Wang Pangzi: FOR A SILENT GUY YOU ARE A MASTER AT SUBTLE POWER PLAYS IM ALL TINGLY

LMAO THE IDEA OF WU XIE LEAVING YOU FOR HUO DAOFU IS HILARIOUS AND ALSO NOPE

Zhang Qiling: Rationally, I understand that.

Main Chat

Wang Meng: Huo Daofu is coming for the weekend—didn’t Wu Xie tell you? Wu Xie asked me to check in a week ahead so we could start getting ready for his arrival

Wu Xie: oh yeah I did do that

Wang Meng: Fortunately I know you and so I already went ahead and took care of everything.

Re: the trip

He made a deal with Wu Xie’s doctor that he would do periodic checkups on him here at Wushanju

Bc Wu Xie hates being in the hospital

And frankly the hospital hates him too

Wang Pangzi: FAMILIARITY BREEDS CONTEMPT LOL

I FORGOT HUO DAOFU WAS DOING THAT

A VERY CHIVALROUS GESTURE

WOULDNT YOU SAY

XIOAGE

Zhang Qiling: Is it safe for him to be here with a criminal loose on the premises?

Wu Xie: Right, back to the curtain! Let’s focus on the curtain, hmm?

Wang Pangzi: I AM SO LOOKING FORWARD TO THIS WEEKEND.

ALSO WE CAN RULE OUT XIAO BAI FOR THE CURTAIN SHE JUST SENT A SELFIE FROM NORWAY COVERED IN GREEN SLIME WITH ZERO CONTEXT, UR PROTEGE INDEED

Wu Xie: okay but who else would do something so oddly charming yet illegal and—wait.

Snake Eyes Chat

Wu Xie: hey, Glasses hasn’t been in touch lately right?

Li Cu: uh nope

Unless u count the outdated memes

Why, is money or Xie Yuchen missing

Or is this curtain related, I saw Wang Meng’s tweet

Wu Xie: haha no nothing to worry about really

(I mean maybe? but who knows)

Wang Meng is probably just getting a little paranoid in his old age

Li Cu: better than getting reckless and stupid as hell in ur old age

Wu Xie: …hey:(

Unknown Number: Li Cu, we discussed this.

Wu Xie: ????????

Li Cu: *sigh* fine, reckless and stupid as heck

Unknown Number: …close enough.

Wu Xie: EXCUSE who is that

Madame, Sir, Non-Binary Tree Spirit, etc—whomst the fuck

Are you

Li Cu is underage FYI

So Im staying on this chat

Li Cu: okay first of all, it’s not like that

Second of all I’m literally not underage I s2g

u threw the embarrassing surprise bday party, okay so u should remember

And C, that’s my counselor and I invited her. She wanted to meet u and I knew u wouldn’t agree to a visit so I added her to our chat

we have been discussing u

Wu Xie: Oh wow!!!!!!!

What a surprise:)

hi so nice to meet you:)

Main Chat:

Wu Xie: RED FUCKING ALERT

FUCK THE CURTAIN FUCK THE VISIT

IVE BEEN TRICKED INTO FAMILY THERAPY BY A SMUG TEENAGER WHO TEXTS UNKNOWN NUMBERS

Wang Meng: I assume that means something to someone here?

Not my problem? Good.

Wang Pangzi: AHAHAHA GOD I LOVE LI CU

HES LIKE ADORABLE KARMA FOR ALL THE SHIT YOUVE PUT ME THROUGH

IM RAISING HIS ALLOWANCE

Wu Xie: wait i give him an allowance

has he been collecting on two allowances??

Zhang Qiling: Three. I knew about both of yours.

Snake Eyes Chat

Wu Xie: so uh may I ask your name?

Unknown Number: you can call me Ms. Lee.

Now, if you’re comfortable talking in this format, why don’t you tell me how things have been going?

Wu Xie: oh everything is normal and fine and safe as usual, why do you ask:)

Li Cu: I heard about ur necklace thing. nice of you to NOT mention it.

another dangerous adventure. again. prick.

Ur lucky your cool boyfriend cares about you so much or you’d have already died like ten years ago

Wu Xie: lol try twenty years ago

Li Cu: That isn’t funny.

Unknown Number: …What?

Wu Xie: shit ur right, okay that was a bit glib, my apologies.

…I use humor as a coping mechanism?

Unknown Number: and Li Cu, how do you feel about that?

Li Cu: he doesn’t even know what that phrase means

He doesn’t cope, like ever

In fact

It’s kind of why we met

Which is a funny story in retrospect tbh

Wu Xie: haha what are you talking about sweetie hahaha need I remind you of certain anecdotes that could idk send me to jail maybe lmao

Unknown Number: …You know, perhaps an in-person meeting might be more effective?

Wu Xie: haha such a nice idea but why

Main Chat

Wu Xie: If I go to jail, I’ll have to create alliances for protection, right, that’s how it works on tv

Who do we know who spends time in jail

Other than Hei Yangjing, he’s only ever there for like 12 hours and i suspect he just gets himself arrested bc he enjoys the breaking out process

Also how’s the curtain case coming along

Zhang Qiling: Has someone threatened you?

Wu Xie: well not yet but soon I’m sure

Wang Pangzi: WHERE WAS THIS PARANOIA WHEN WE GOT TAKEN TO THE TEA HOUSE HUH

Snake Eyes Minus Your Fucking Therapist Chat

Li Cu: okay how tf did u pull off spy and undercover shit

u are sus as hell

Wu Xie: damn son is it pick on Wu Xie night

I missed the flyers or I would’ve invited my uncles

Also re: the curtain it’s been mostly solved

Li Cu: I’m not your son, idiot.

Wu Xie: …oh. Sorry, sorry, you’re right, bad choice of words, haha

Forget i said anything

Delete this chat even

Li Cu: shit I meant

Legally, biologically, I meant—

shit

…I turn into an asshole as a coping mechanism?

Wu Xie: oh that’s all okay! I have to go do something else now let me know if you need anything okay kid thanks!

Li Cu: goddamn it calm down who’s the kid here

lemme organize my thoughts so I can articulate my emotions fuckin healthily or w/e

Ugh maybe for like one afternoon we could go to Ms. Lee together? She knows how to word stuff

Wu Xie: uh…okay.

Li Cu: Anyway you don’t need to worry abt jail

As if you would survive prison for one day you’d piss off half the place in like an hour or less

I gave Ms. Lee the heavily edited version of the desert highway to hell roadtrip and i discussed it more in terms of like “nightmarish but still wouldn’t take any of it back”

Well maybe the sand

that shit was everywhere

Wu Xie: oh kiddo. It’s fine, really…You don’t have to explain yourself to me.

Li Cu: no, no it’s just

I do technically have a dad

who is an asshole. Being a son doesn’t really mean shit to me bc it sucked.

So you need to stop backing down just cuz ur guilty abt stuff. I’m really really glad ur not my dad in a good way. Do u get what I mean there

Where’s the mafia widower I followed into hell, huh

Wu Xie: Ur a good kid, despite my influence. I’m really glad you have someone to talk to after everything I…after everything. Wow this talking through feelings thing is kind of weird but nice ur right

Jfc no wonder it took me and xiaoge so long to—you know what, we won’t get into that

Li Cu: ew tmi

Also re: this week’s recent necklace fuckery

I moved my stuff here, I live here now

So you can’t die anymore

Or else…Idk I don’t have a threat planned

anyways abt the curtain

Wu Xie: oh my god, kid…kid you have no idea

I am in tears.

Li Cu: see this is why I can’t be nice to you I can sense the hallmark channel from here

Ugh don’t be sad in ur room that’s dumb

Go hug Pangzi or something

Maybe delete this chat

Or the curtain thing

Focus on the curtain thing

Just stfu and go away

Wu Xie: <3 screenshotting this <3

Li Cu: I take back everything I said. This is why Xiao Ge sleeps on the roof. I hope the ghosts of the Wangs put up that curtain to strangle you somehow. Go die in a stupid way, it’ll suit you.

Wu Xie: lol don’t worry I’m not gonna embarrass you with it or anything

Main Chat

Wu Xie: omg guys look how cute my kid is *sending screenshot*

Wang Pangzi: I MEAN

HE IS WISHING YOU DEATH

BUT SURE

CUTE I GUESS

Wu Xie: no but read the whole thing:):):)

Zhang Qiling: It is indeed very hard to remain angry with you. And you are welcome to join me on the roof.

Wang Pangzi: UH NOPE

NOT WHENI HAD TO BLEACH THE COUNTER IN THE KITCHEN

DONT TRAUMATIZE THE EARLY BIRDS THEYRE ALREADY FREAKED OUT BY U YA HOODIE CRYPTID

Wu Xie: ok true but babe ur like a sexy cryptid

Wang Meng: so, are we just accepting that there is a glittery curtain of unknown origin, and Huo Daofu is going to have to see it while he’s waiting for you at Wushanju bc you’re going to family therapy?

Wu Xie: right

Wang Pangzi: SHOULDA TAKEN EARLY RETIREMENT HUH

Wang Meng: I’m going to go dust something.

Unnamed Chat:

Unknown number: so the curtain…

Unknown number 2: yep, not my best work but I kinda panicked last minute u know

Unknown number: what is in the water at Wushanju that makes everyone dumb and attractive

Unknown number 2: relax they’ll figure it out

[openheart12]

Hi, yes, hello beautiful! Can you write a fic where MC accidentally sends Ethan her entire fanfic folder by mistake 😂🤣

How To Get Away With Fanfiction

I’m reliving my embarrassment 😭 but it is done and idk wtf happened with this lmao. This is also to make up for earlier kmjhygfd

Only tagging @ao719 @oofchoices @loveellamae @burnsoslow because no one else should have to read this unless they click on the read more and if they do... god bless. And thank you to Maroe for helping me come up with some of these ideas!

It had been a long day at work when Dr. Gertrude-Sue Claws made her way home to do the one thing that relaxed her; writing fanfiction.

She had thought of the perfect idea for Spirit and Rainbow Dash and her fingers flew across the keyboard.

There was something about the multi colors in his mane and tail that drew him to her. He lived by the phrase, “hump ‘em and dump ‘em,” which he planned on doing with Rainbow Dash, but not without consent because horse jail wasn’t fun. He had heard the horror stories from his human friends, Kurns and Bryce.

“Rainbow Dash,” he neighed.

“Spirit…” She neighed back in response, she knew all about his...extracurricular activities. He was the biggest fuck horse out of the herd. Ever since Rain had died from drowning, god bless, he hadn’t been the same. It was also why he paid more attention to Rainbow Dash because she had Rain in the first part of her name.

“Let’s do this,” he smirked with his horse mouth.

“Fine…” She turned her back to him as he reared on his hind legs and mounted her, letting out a series of neighs.

She laughed silently to herself before moving on her Owen Hunt fic and she knew how much she was going to enjoy this one especially.

Owen was walking through the halls when he saw five women stalking towards him like cats, one even had whiskers drawn on her face. “Anitah with the h, get him!” He heard one of them command and watched as she came up to him, kicking him in no man's land. He felt them drag him into an empty exam room.

“MAROE! You got the chainsaw?”

“Nah bruh, Bears and Rams were in charge of that,” she explained.

Anything but Krista, cocked her half shaved eyebrow at Burns and Ella. “Y’all got the chainsaw?”

“No, but I have the cream for the burn I’m about to inflict,” Burns snickered to herself at her own joke, the others joining in before getting back to business.

“Burns, Ella, go scope out the cafeteria for some good food because I can’t kill in good faith on an empty stomach and as me and Ella say, we always get food first,” Anything but Krista said, turning her attention to the two people left, throwing them both a knife. Then proceeded to stab Owen numerous times, but making sure not to hit any major organs yet.

“We need a blender,” Anitah with the h announced.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Anything but Krista and MAROE said at the same time, looking at each other and bursting into laughter at the jinx.

“If that was making a human smoothie, then yes. We’ll show him that no one messes with Derek Christopher Shepherd,” Anitah with the h said smugly, pulling a blender out from behind her back and plugging it into the wall.

“You...you pulled that out of your jacket?” MAROE asked in a surprising tone.

“Y’all don’t keep blenders in yours?” Anitah with the h asked as if that wasn’t common, but it was good to know that she was always prepared.

Suddenly, the walkie talkie came to life, “Team Bears/Rams to Team CA, what y’all want from here? Over and out.”

“Team CA to Team Bears/Rams, we want CookOut. Over and out.” Anything but Krista responded. “It’s about time y’all tried a little piece of heaven,” she looked at Anitah with the h and MAROE.

“That’s a negative ghost rider, the closest CookOut is on the other side of the country. Over and out.”

“Well you better get on your way because you two also need to try a little piece of heaven, we’ll save the good stuff for when you get back. Over and out.” The trio resumed their slice and dice game, taking a short break to play Choices because the latest chapter of The Nanny Affair had just been released and even Owen wasn’t going to keep them away from Sam Dalton.

A couple hours later, Burns and Ella arrived with the food, handing out their respective trays to their respective orderers, they were able to keep the milkshakes from melting by their cold hearts.

“Ahhh gimme my milkshake,” Anything but Krista snatched it from Burns’ hand, earning a slap on her hand from her adoptive mother and a threat of taking away her pony...again.

“Yooo this shake hits different,” Ella exclaimed.

“You could even say that it slaps,” MAROE added making her squeak.

“It’s the one good thing North Carolina has to offer for me,” Anything but Krista chimed in, fist bumping Anitah with the h because the struggle was real. The cows really did outnumber the people, they just hoped that there wouldn’t be a cow revolution because that would be awful except the yeehaw folk would probably survive since they did have a song called “A Country Boy Can Survive.” 

“Burns, we left you the honor of picking the perfect weather for us to dispose of the body which is more like liquid at this point. We need rain, thunder, and lightning to erase all of the evidence. Watching “Forensic Files” has finally come in handy. And Ella, we need you to pretend to be a nurse or something to help us get out of here. I’ll be honest, I haven’t thought that far ahead…” Anything but Krista admitted, but they expected that from her so they already had a plan in place.

“If anyone happens to see Derek Shepherd, I ask that you tell me,” MAROE added.

“Not if I find him first,” Anything but Krista said.

“He’s like fifty four years old…” Burns said being ever the good adoptive mother.

“Then I call Spencer Reid!” Anything but Krista exclaimed.

“I have Lucifer then,” MAROE challenged knowing that would get under her skin. 

“Children, calm yourselves.” Burns shook her head.

“Hey, I’ll be eighteen in like a number amount of months,” Anything but Krista said.

“I’ll be eighteen before you,” MAROE said, sticking out her tongue.

“I’Ll Be EiGhTeEn BeFoRe YoU,” she repeated, placing her hands on her hips and doing that Spongebob meme. After thinking of a better comeback, she grabbed her knife she used on Owen earlier and plunged it into MAROE’s back.

“Et tu, Brute?” MAROE said with shock in her voice before her body crumpled on the ground.

“Yes, bye bitch.”

The other three just stared as the blood drained from her body before turning their attention to Anything but Krista. They were the epitome of 👁👄👁.

“What? She wanted to “due” anyway. And at her funeral we can play “To Be So Lonely” because well she will be lol.”

“Anywaysss, we gonna get food or what?” Ella asked as she covered Owen’s body with a sheet.

“Wings?” Burns suggested and they all agreed. After arriving at the restaurant, they were very shocked to see MAROE sitting at a table waiting for them.

“It’s the trying to kill me for me,” she said upon taking their seats, glaring at Anything But Krista specifically.

“It’s the stealing my fictional husbands for me,” she retaliated.

“It’s the acting like children for me,” Burns' authoritative voice came.

“Sorry,” they both murmured as they looked over the menus to order their food. The rest of their lunch going smoothly, their victims already forgotten about. Don’t mess with hangry chicks who hate Owent Cunt.

“So who’s next?” Anitah with the h asked.

“Ahh you’ve gotten the first taste of blood and now you’re addicted,” Burns observed. She would make for a good profiler for the FBI at Quantico. She would have a cool nickname; Cunt Punter.

“Why not just kill everyone we hate?” Ella questioned.

“That’s a great idea! I say we kill Guy and Vanessa,” Anything but Krista suggested.

“And Landrat!” MAROE added, the whole group agreeing, finishing their lunch before getting to their killing spree.

Gertrude-Sue was laughing at her made up characters and story when she received an email from Ethonk Remy to send him a folder that she had. Goggle Drive was acting stupid so she didn’t realize that she had shared her fanfiction folder with her boss before it was too late. She saw a little giraffe pop up in the right hand corner telling her that he was already viewing what was inside the folder.

“Holy donkey claws,” she cried out loud, smacking her hands against her face.

Meanwhile, Ethonk was going through her folder when he came across a document and his eyes went wide. “What are they doing with the dog?” He said to himself.

Wonder pets, wonder pets

We're on our way

To help a friend and save the day

We're not too big

And we're not too tough

But when we work together, we've got the right stuff

Gooo wonder pets yaaaaay!

The phone

The phone is ringing

The phone

We'll be right there

The phone

The phone is ringing

There's an animal in trouble

There's an animal in trouble

There's an animal in trouble somewhere

“What the hell are Wonder Pets?” He continued inspecting the different documents ranging from murder of one Owen Cunt, horses having sexual intercourse, Wonder Pets stuff, four kids and a dog where they did questionable things with each other, a sponge and a starfish were high on marijuana, a game where Gertrude-Sue had made him and her a family that looked way too realistic for his liking, two bunnies who kept hopping around with one of their little brothers, and multiple documents about Matthew Gray Gubler, Tom Holland, Tom Ellis, Patrick Dempsey, and Harry Styles which were all quite disturbing.

He took out his phone to call her. “Hey uh, Gert, what is this?”

“Oh well you see, the funny thing is that I accidentally sent you the wrong folder so if you could just pretend like this never happened, that would be fantastic. Okay thanks bye. I’m sending you the right one this time.” And she hung up, ready to throw herself off a cliff at her stupidity.

One thing was for sure, she would never make this mistake again.

[baelllamyblake]

You’re My Everything. ( Bellamy Blake x Reader )

Request : Heyy! If you're still doing requests can you do a Bellamy x reader where they get into a fight and it kind of follows the quote "Since I'm not your everything, how about I'll be nothing at all to you?" And it ends in fluff? Sorry if that didn't make sense!! - ANON

Pairing : Bellamy Blake x Reader

Warnings : Angst, hinted smut, fluff,  like 4 curse words

Word Count : 2,452

A/N : woo second request ever & sorry if it doesn't really follow the quote my baaaad also a lot of sentences are random, imagine those as your thoughts? idk Keep requesting me though !! This is really fun !! love you !!

FEEDBACK IS GREATLY APPRECIATED SO PLEASE FCK ME UP WID IT <3

“ How’s the princess doing? “ Bellamy peeped in from the entrance of your room with a sweet tone and a happy. You shifted your glance from your leg brace to Bellamy, returning his grin with a smile of your own.

“ Just fine, king. Knee aches a little. “ You replied shortly after heaving your tired body off of your bed. Your balance faltered slightly under your bum knee. Bellamy’s hand instinctively shot out for you to grasp on. You regained your balance quickly and intertwined your hand in Bellamy’s, taking him by surprise.

“ Why, I’d love to hold hands with you, Bell. Thanks for asking. “ You playfully teased your freckle-face best friend with a tight grip on his hand and a self-satisfied smirk on your face.

“ You’re not funny. “ Bellamy groaned out, an adorable eye roll to go with his grumbling. This boy is too perfect; this has to be a dream.

“ Hey, I don’t see you letting go, handsome. “ You mentioned flirtily, your gaze flitting from your hands to Bellamy’s eyes. He breathed out a low chuckle before dragging you of your room into the Ark’s metal halls, fingers still connected.

“ You done, Y/N? I have something to show you. “ Bellamy abruptly halted your frisky advances, avoiding your sight so you wouldn’t see the growing blush on his cheeks. You laughed bubbly at how boyish Bellamy was acting; the polar opposite of his somewhat guarded personality. It was different, refreshing even. He maneuvered between the crowds and through the halls with ease, suddenly screeching to a standstill at a left turn.

“ Okay, I know for a fact that you don’t get see these often since you’re always working so close your eyes. “ Bellamy elaborated the reason why he lugged you across the Ark, his eyes twinkling happily. You furrowed your eyebrows in suspicion and hesitantly complied with his instruction, blanketing your eyes with your hands. Bellamy steadily guided you around the corner and slowed to a complete stop.

“ You can look now. “ You could hear the giddy smile Bellamy had on his face in his words. You lifted your hands and revealed a sight that took your breath away. The view of the moonrise left you speechless in awe. Bellamy contently watched you admired the marvelous spectacle of space.

“ This is fucking amazing, Bellamy! I’ve been dying to see one of these! “ You exclaimed joyfully, rapidly whipping around to tackle Bellamy in a bear hug. He wrapped his strong arms around your waist and twirled you around as you giggled radiantly. This was another of those countless moments that you wished would never end. However, all good things must come to an end.

“ Y/N Y/L/N? May we have a word with you? “ The guard politely interjected between you and the words on your clipboard. Your head shot up, eyebrows furrowed instantly. A whole team of guards with guns in hand loomed over you.

“ That’s me. What do you need? “ You replied, briefly scanning the faces of the guards with a perplexed expression.

“ Do you know the whereabouts of Bellamy Blake? Have you seen him at all recently? “ The guard queried sternly, maintaining a ardent yet monotone voice. He jutted out a digital pad with a picture of Bellamy to refresh your memory. Honestly, how could you forget a face like that?

“ No, I haven’t seen him all week, sir. What’s going on? “ You answered the guard truthfully, ripping your gaze from Bellamy’s picture to the stony-faced man. An anxious feeling grew exponentially in your chest, what happened to your best friend?

“ We’re suspecting that Bellamy may have shot the chancellor. Anyway, thank you for your time, Y/N. Let’s move out. “ The man respectfully dismissed himself and his team with a gesture of the hand. You were at a loss for words as you watched the retreating figures of security briskly jog out of the medical ward and around the corner. Why would Bellamy shoot the chancellor?

It took a few weeks but Camp Jaha was up and running like a fine-tuned machine. You operated along side Doctor Abby in the makeshift medical ward, treating limitless, superficial wounds of the Ark citizens. You sighed out exhaustedly, plopping onto one of the gurneys after clearing an Ark citizen to return to their normal duties after suffering a sprained wrist. Who knew that Earth would be such hard work?

Your mind wandered off to the well being of Bellamy. You haven’t seen him since the shooting incident and it was literal agony. You couldn’t recall how many days you spent cooped up in your room pouring your thoughts over Bellamy. You were shattered to pieces the second you found out he wasn’t on the Ark anymore but rather on a trip to the ground. You still haven’t figured out why Bellamy vanished into thin air. He avoided you completely the week before and left without a single goodbye. Bellamy left you stranded in space while he did only God knows what on the ground.

“ Y/N! Prepare for emergency surgery! “ Abby rushed in yelling, breaking you of your deep thought. A delinquent followed suit after the doctor, she was carried in on a stretcher while her lower back was a painting of dark purple with mixes of yellow and dark blue. You scrambled quickly for scalpels, bandages, and other resources; unable to get a look at who you were going to cut open.

You planted the materials in Abby’s hand as you dawdled to the other side of the gurney. You were in complete shock as the person you were operating on was none other than Raven herself. She became a good friend of yours after insisting she get another physical, even thought it was her fifth one. You envied Raven about how headstrong she was on becoming a Zero-G mechanic.

“ Raven? “ You questioned incredulously, she made it down here too? How? Why are you so out of the loop?

“ Y/N? “ Raven reflected the surprised look on your face before it twisted in what you assumed to be painful anguish. You couldn’t believe that Raven was risking her life to walk again by going through with this surgery. The guttural shrieks Raven emitted as she was sliced into was inhuman, something you thought was impossible. They echoed in every direction of the camp, even Bellamy heard them.

It was a bloody mess and it felt like eternity before the bullet was extracted from Raven’s spine. You were flabbergasted at how Raven miraculously didn’t die during the surgery. You spoke to Finn about the delinquent’s time on the ground as Raven snoozed peacefully facedown on the gurney.

Bellamy slept around with almost every girl in their camp. He never mentioned a word about you to anyone. Apparently, Bellamy has a secret sister named Octavia. You didn’t even know who he was at this point. It was absolute torture to listen to Finn about Bellamy but you maintained a cool exterior, playing it off as well as you could. You two weren’t as inseparable as you thought you were.

You thanked the security guard for allowing you passage into the improvised jail in the Ark. Abby had sent you on an assignment to bandage up the two prisoners before their questioning. It would be easy peasy, you thought nothing of it as you would be happy to do any for Abby. Little did you know that Bellamy would be one of the detainees.

Bellamy’s heart stopped altogether, he could recognize your voice anywhere. The thought of him abandoning you haunted Bellamy ever since he pulled the lever in the drop ship. He could barely sleep a wink without you showing up in his nightmares. The weight of your friendship came crashing down on him as Bellamy would fuck the heartache away and end up feeling emptier than ever before. He knew that you were going to despise him but you don’t know how much Bellamy would give up to hold hands with you one more time.

You crouched in front of Murphy and began tending to his scrapes, bruises and cuts. It’s amazing how much the human body can withstand and how it could repair itself on its own. Bellamy’s eyes tunneled holes into the back of your head before Murphy took notice of his dark and worried countenance.

“ Do you know her? “ Murphy quizzed Bellamy, a conceited smirk on his blood-splattered face. You peered up to Murphy looking over your shoulder with that odd smile. Naturally, you glanced over your shoulder and your heart instantly sank to your stomach like a heavy weight. Bellamy shamefully hung his head down low, averting his gaze from yours.

“ Bellamy? “ You managed to choke through the tears welling up on your waterline. The miserable image of your broken character would be forever burned into the back of Bellamy’s retinas.

“ Y/N, I-I can explain- “ Bellamy stuttered nervously, forcing himself to look into your intense gaze.

“ You just fucking left! You left me all alone in fucking space, Bellamy! You were everything to me and you just left! “ You interjected rapidly, shutting Bellamy down in the middle of his sentence. You raged on like a burning forest fire.

“ God, I was so in love with you, Bellamy. It was obvious that I was head over heels for you. I thought you felt the same way until I found out you slept around as soon as you landed and you didn’t even tell anyone about me. It’s like you wanted to forget all about what we had. “ You dejectedly spilled your guts out to Bellamy, painstakingly reminding him of his mistakes. The tears were refusing to stop falling and you felt defeated. It hurt to kick Bellamy while he was down but you wanted to give him a taste of his own medicine. You were sick of crying yourself to sleep and repeating it over and over again.

Bellamy was at a loss for words, he couldn’t believe he caused that much suffering to you. Bellamy couldn’t face the facts that he was falling in love with you as well. He tried his best to suppress the relentless emotions through other girls yet it never worked. He was deathly afraid, emotions were distractions and distractions got you killed on Earth.

You were sick of waiting for an answer from Bellamy so you left, leaving him in the dust. He called out to you but to no avail, you simply ignored it and kept walking without even looking back.

“ Okay Y/N, that is enough for you. It’s time to go to bed, honey. “ Raven shut down your drinking spree by snatching the tin cup out of your hands. She couldn’t help but laugh at how childish you were acting. Raven couldn’t believe how drunk you got trying to forget about Bellamy. You were practically falling out of your seat and rambling on about nonsensical topics to her.

“ No, stop! You’re not my mom! I can do what I want! “ You slurred drunkenly yet you didn’t attempt to resist against Raven throwing your arm around your neck. You stumbled on your feet like a dead weight and Raven’s leg wasn’t helping her in any way to support you.

“ Do you need some help? I can take it from here, Raven. “ Bellamy piped up from behind her, offering her a helping hand. Bellamy was truly a blessing from heaven.

“ Thank God, yes, please. Y/N’s quite the handful. “ Raven groaned in relief, briskly handing you off to Bellamy He swept you of your feet bridal style and carried you back to your room. You leaned your head on Bellamy’s shoulder and studied his strong features through hooded lids.

“ You’re the best and I don’t actually hate you. I love you so much, king. “ You unknowingly admitted your true feelings to the man you’re supposed to hate. Bellamy scoffed a chuckle, unsure if you actually meant it. After all, you couldn’t even walk since you were so shitfaced.

“ Alright, princess, time for bed. “ Bellamy pushed the door open with his boot and gently laid you down on your comfy bed. He tucked you neatly in bed, bringing the blanket up to your shoulders. Wait a minute, how’d you get here? Where are you? You silently thought to yourself before you saw Bellamy making a quick beeline for the door.

“ If you leave, I’ll start crying, king. “ You threatened in an unforgiving tone, forcing Bellamy to stay the night. You felt the bed dip and warmth radiating off of Bellamy. Something you haven’t felt in a long time. You snuggled right into his arms, further confusing him with your sudden affection. Just day before, you were working hard to avoid Bellamy and now you’re drunk, cuddling up to him. Oh, you’re out cold.

“ Y/N, I’ve loved you ever since I met you on the Ark and I never meant to ditch you out of the blue like that. I had to come down here to protect Octavia. I couldn’t bare to leave her alone. I never forgot you. I couldn’t, it was impossible no matter how hard I tried. I could never forget you, princess. I love you too much. I’m so sorry that I caused you so much pain and suffering but I promise that if you let me, I will fix everything even if it takes all of eternity. I love you, please, I can’t lose you. Not again. “ Bellamy was putting everything on the line by pouring his heart out to you. You were completely blindsided by his moving confession, tears dripped down your cheeks one by one.

Not knowing what to do or say, you just shot out of bed and crashed your lips onto Bellamy’s. He stumbled from the sudden momentum but was quick to welcome you in his loving embrace. The kiss was desperately needed and passion-filled. It left you both breathless and starving for more.

“ Did you know that you’re an huge asshole, king? “ You teased playfully as you drew shapes in Bellamy’s broad chest with your fingernails. The last hour consisted of possessive grabbing, sex growls, and muffled moans. Man, was it awesome though. 

“ Yeah, I know but you know you love me. Don’t lie, Y/N. “ Bellamy poked fun before rolling over you and peppering your face with quick pecks. “ You’re my everything, princess. Don’t ever forget it. “

Bellamy truly loved you with all his heart and soul.

[buckywintersoldierbarnes2017]

Soldier Boy

Request from @deanwinnchesterisbae​: Hey! Couple fic requests for you :D Was listening to Elvis the other day and thought that 2 of his songs would be perfect for some Bucky fics, idk if you've heard them. They're called Teddy Bear and Soldier Boy? Teddy Bear makes me think of Bucky being a huge cuddly mess with the reader and just total fluff, maybe a little steaminess? Soldier Boy kinda relates to Bucky being insecure and having to prove his love to reader, slightly angsty, mostly cute and fluffy, naughty toward the end?

Note: So as you can see from the above request two fics were requested but what I have decided to do, because of the idea that came to me, is post the second fic as a part 2 to this one so I hope this is okay with @deanwinnchesterisbae; also the ‘Soldier Boy’ one isn’t the one that ends with a little naughtiness....mainly because I forgot to add that in lol so the Teddy Bear part will instead (as well as having all the fluff of course ;) Lyrics of the songs are not used but I have put a link to them in the disclaimer if you want to read them.

Words: 1533

1940′s!Bucky x Reader (and a little bit of pre-serum Steve)

Disclaimer: None of the GIFs used are mine so all credit goes to their wonderful creators <3 ‘Soldier Boy’ Elvis Presley - Lyrics

“Buck I don’t know why you are so nervous. You know you got this.”

Steve’s petite frame moved about the small Brooklyn apartment he had been left after his mother had died while his best friend Bucky sat on the sofa with his head in his hands. He was in his Army uniform with his hat on the table before him. It rather amused the small blonde to see his friend in such a panic – he had always been quite the ‘Casanova’ when it came to the ladies and yet since he had met you he’d become some kind of nervous wreck.

“If [y/n] wasn’t interested do you really think she would have braved the scrutiny of your mom the other week?”

That was true. Although his mother was one of the sweetest ladies around she became very protective when it came to her son, you seemed to have passed her test though as she had been more than happy to give her blessing to the two of you.

“My mom did like her, in fact she hasn’t stopped talking about her since….even gone so far as to start on wedding talk!” He laughed disbelievingly, a laugh that Steve mirrored as he sat himself down onto the sofa next to his friend. His hand came to rest on one of the brunette’s broad shoulder where he gave it a reassuring squeeze. “But that doesn’t mean she won’t get bored. I am going to be away for a whole year and if she doubts how I feel even the smallest amount there will be nothing to stop her from straying.”

“Then take her dancing.”

“What?”

He removed his head from his hands and looked at Steve with a raised brow.

“Take her dancing. It was how you met and you know how much she enjoys it. Only don’t take her somewhere crowded; make it special….the park down the road is always deserted on a night.” He suggested as a small smirk tugged at his lips.

“Tell me again why it is you’re still single when you have romantic notions like that swirling around that little head of yours punk?”

Bucky may have been incredibly popular with the ladies of Brooklyn, knew how to sweep them off their feet long enough to have an enjoyable night with them, but when it came to the romance side of things it was Steve that had the knowledge.

“Because there’s jerks like you sauntering about the place that’s why.”

His comment earned him a playful punch to the shoulder – a move that despite how little force was put into it still managed to knock his small stature clean off the sofa.

“Well soon ‘jerks like me’ will be leaving this city so you will have no excuse then will you?”

Bucky threw Steve a playful wink but was met with a glare as he picked himself up onto his feet and dusted off his now creased trousers.

“Just go worry about your own love life yeah? I have things I need to be doing.”

“Ah, yes, lying your arse off to try and enlist again huh?” He stood himself up, reaching out for his hat as he did, and adjusted his military jacket before heading towards the door, a more serious expression appearing on his face. “Just be careful punk. I don’t want to have to be bailing your arse out of jail if you get found out.”

Steve waved him off, dismissing the little ‘father’ speech he had just been given and went about getting himself ready as Bucky left the apartment.

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The dim streetlights in the park were the only source of illumination for the soldier as he stood near a large oak tree waiting for you to arrive – that was if the messenger boy he had come across had actually delivered his message to you…..if not he was going to have some serious words wi-

“Bucky?”

Your voice broke him out of his angry thoughts and had him pushing himself off the trunk of the tree as he immediately made his way over to you.

“Hey doll. Was beginning to think you were going to stand me up.”

He tried to sound playful but you noticed the hint of panic in his voice straightaway and it brought a frown to your lips as one of your hands cupped his cheek gently.

“Now why would I do such a foolish thing? You are quite the catch Sergeant Barnes, if I was to let you go even for a few seconds I would find you swamped with a whole hoard of girls.” Your lips moved themselves out of the frown that had initially been on your face and transformed instead into the smile that always ignited a spark inside those sharp blue hues of his. “Are you okay? You don’t seem yourself….for example asking me to meet you in a park on a night….”

“Ah, yes, about that….” His hands snaked around your waist as you looked at him in a questioning manner and he pulled you into his body.”….I brought you here to dance.”

“Dance?” You looked at him now as though he had suddenly grown another head before glancing at your surroundings as though you were searching for something in particular. “You realise there is no music right?”

He nuzzled his face into your neck as a soft laugh escaped him and vibrated against the exposed skin before his lips placed a soft kiss onto it.

“I sense a lack of faith in you [y/n].” He smirked. “Just give it a few more seconds and you will hear the music.”

Was he delirious? Scared, maybe, about being deployed away? There had to be a logical explanation for his strange behaviour. Panic was beginning to set in when, lo and behold, you began to hear music playing in the air around you. As your jaw dropped in shock you could feel him smirking against your skin.

You were about to ask how he had done it when you realised that the City Hall wasn’t too far from here and tonight they were holding a dance for the men who were leaving for war in the morning; the fact that the majority of the neighbourhood were there meant that the streets were deserted enough for the music to be carried over to where the two of you were stood.

“Do you not want to be with your men tonight?”

“No. There’s only one person I want to be with tonight. That’s why I asked you to come here. So we could be alone. I wanted you to know how much I care for you.”

The grip his hands had on your hips tightened a little as his whole body seemed to tense up. It wasn’t like him to react in such a way at all and although it took a good few moments for your mind to cotton on to a couple of things; such as the fact that he had seemed scared at the prospect of you standing him up, he didn’t want to be celebrating his last night before going off to war with his men, it was something you should have noticed right away and you were already mentally cursing yourself for not having done so. Before you said a word to him though you moved his head away from your neck, making him look you dead in the eyes, before your lips connected with his in a passionate kiss.

He was tense at first but as you deepened the kiss his whole body relaxed, even his grip on your hips, and a satisfied groan escaped from him just as you broke from the kiss.

“You have nothing to worry about when it comes to me….I know you would never admit to your fears but I will be waiting here for you when you return. You are the only man I want in my life.”

“You sure about that doll? A year is a long time.”

“Maybe so but as they say….absence only makes the heart grow fonder and my heart belongs only to you.”

Tears lined his eyes as his usual knee-weakening smile appeared on his lips and he pulled you into him in a vice-tight embrace, gently beginning to sway your bodies to the slow tune of the song currently being played inside the City Hall.

“You have no idea how much that means to me. Knowing that you are going to be here when I get back makes me even more determined to kick arse out there so I can come home to my beautiful girlfriend.”

“Just make sure you come back in one piece alright?”

You were all for him helping his country, fighting for the better good, but the thought of him getting injured caused a sickening feeling to hit you.

“Yes ma’am.”

He mocked a salute before dipping you down in his arms and capturing your lips in his. He was the most important person in your life right now and you felt honoured to have him in your life….hopefully the war wouldn’t tear him away from you.

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[the--walking--daryl]

Concrete (pre-apocalypse!DarylxReader)

Thank you @dxsturbxa for the prompt!

Prompt- Hi!  can i request an imagine with Daryl based on the song Concrete from Tom Odell?<3

Summary:

Y/N and Daryl are hanging out in an old, abandoned hotel on the outskirts of Georgia and talk about their hopes for the future. One thing leads to another and Daryl ends up accidentally confessing his feelings for Y/N and… well you get it.

In this, I’ve made Daryl around late teens-early twenties?

Warning: fluff, not really smut but a lot of making out and clothes flying all over the damn place so its kind of implied??? idk im really uncomfortable with writing full on smut. strong language and mentions of abuse.

*NOT MY GIFS*

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“Daryl, come on!” I giggled, running up a ridiculous amount of stairs.

“Calm down, you’re gonna get us caught.” Daryl grumbled, despite slightly speeding up.

Daryl and I had been wandering around for hours, only to discover that we’d stumbled across a run down hotel that had been completely and utterly abandoned. The insides were derelict and messed up, but were still relatively intact. The wallpaper was peeling, the furniture in the lobby was damp and the rugs were worn to oblivion.

“Daryl, who’s gonna catch us? There’s nobody around for miles. Live a little, damn.” I chuckled, finally reaching a floor that didn’t look like the plague had hit it.

“Wow… this place must’ve been classy back in it’s day.” I panted, catching my breath.

“How’d you figure?”

“Because I don’t know about you, but I’ve never felt more out of place in my entire life.” I joked, still astounded by the decent condition of the halls.

Daryl and I became best friends when we were younger because we grew up on the same street. We’d go and hide in some park or woods whenever we got scared of our parents. Daryl’s father always beat up his brother Merle, but as soon as Merle left, it was Daryl’s turn. My Dad died when I was little and my Mama started drinking and beating me when she did. Occasionally, I’d get away before she could and find Daryl.

This was one of those times.

“So, what now? We just stay here for the rest of our lives instead of going back?” Daryl sighed.

“Obviously not, we have to go back at some point, but I figured we could just have some space for a little while.” I replied, then headed off to look inside some of the rooms

I found a large room that was surprisingly full. A bed with numerous amounts of pointless pillows, nightstands with decorative lamps, paintings of fields and ominous looking strangers, and near-mint condition rugs.

“Daryl! Come look at this- oh.” I yelled, only to find he’d been standing behind me this whole time.

“Not too bad,” Daryl sighed and jumped onto the bed.

“I’ve definitely seen worse.” I scoffed, shutting the door behind me and wandering around the room.

“We’ve fuckin’ lived in worse.” Daryl uttered, slinging the throw pillows across the room.

I came across a painting of a woman in a long robe-like dress, a glass of red wine adorning her hand and her hair trailing down her back. She had these amazing brown eyes, but they had absolutely no depth or warmth behind them. She looked soulless and quite frankly, a bit lonely.

“Pretty hot for a painting.” Daryl piped up.

“Shut up, Dixon. Keep in in your pants.” I laughed and hopped onto the bed, the oddly soft sheets sinking beneath me. 

We laid there for a little while before I propped myself up on my elbows and let out an elongated sigh. 

“Daryl, where do you think you’ll be in five years?” I asked.

“God knows. Either in jail or dead, probably.” I wanted to believe that he was joking but he genuinely thought that.

“Where do you want to be in five years?” I rephrased.

Daryl thought for a moment, as if he’d never actually considered it before.

“I don’t know. Maybe in a mechanics. Maybe just kind of riding around. Not back with my old man, that’s for damn sure,” He sighed. “What about you?”

“I don’t know either. I want to do something to help kids though. Don’t want anyone else to go through what we went through. Maybe a teacher?”

“You dropped out of high school.” Daryl chuckled.

“True. Maybe I could open a home for abused kids. Start a business.” I shrugged.

“It’s not a bad idea.” He nodded.

I fell back onto the bed again and tapped my stomach in an uneven beat. Daryl placed a hand over mine to stop me, but I continued over his hand. This went on for another five minutes before he grabbed me and pulled my body onto his and wrapped his arms around me, trapping my arms by my side.

“Daryl, come on! Let me go!” I squealed. He loosened his grip around me and I turned over to face him.

“You’re an ass, Dixon.” I laughed, sitting up and leaning back against his bent legs.

“Yeah, what’s new?” He smirked, not realizing he had his fingers intertwined with mine.

I smiled and let out a small giggle at his self-depreciating comment.

“I really do hope you open that home y’know. I hope you get out.” Daryl said.

“No, I hope we get out. We’ve had each other’s backs since day one and we’re not stopping anytime soon. When I go, I’m takin’ you with me Daryl.” I told him.

He smiled a little and then propped himself up on his elbows.

“You don’t want to drag me around.” 

“Yes I do. You’re my best friend. Even if you are the biggest pain in my ass.” I joked.

We both laughed hysterically, but it all came to a halt.

“God, I love you.” Daryl laughed.

I stopped almost immediately, taken aback by his words.

“I mean, uh… I meant… Forget that I said that,” He chuckled awkwardly.

“Let’s not forget it… You mean that?” I asked softly.

His eyes searched around the room, desperately trying to think of something to say, but he didn’t have to. 

I placed my hands on each side of his face and pressed my lips to his, and in response, his hands found their way to my waist. Daryl sat up properly and leaned back against the headboard, allowing him hold onto more of me. His hands traveled down to my hips and rested there, gently digging his fingers into my jeans every now and again. My hands switched from his face to the hem of his shirt, which he then fluently pulled off like it was nothing, only breaking the kiss momentarily before continuing. He tossed it across the room, exposing his sculpted, slightly bruised torso and well-placed tattoo. I ran my hands up his stomach and chest, his skin burning up with anticipation. He flipped us both over so his body was hovering above mine, his hips rolling against mine on occasion. I sat up and tore my shirt off, sending it flying in the opposite direction to Daryl’s. 

“You sure you want to?” He asked between kisses on my neck.

“Positive.” I confirmed, running my hands through his hair and across his shoulders as he made his marks over my neck and throat.

The next morning, the first thing I felt was Daryl’s warmth radiating onto me. My head was buried in the crook of his neck and his arm was protectively draped over me while he still slept peacefully. I gently placed his arm back by his side and got up slowly as to not disturb him. The first item of clothing I found is Daryl’s shirt, which was at least two sizes too big for me, but I threw it on anyway. I stepped outside onto the balcony and laid my eyes upon miles and miles of emptiness, bar two old women walking their dogs. One of them realized that I was in the abandoned hotel and laughed. She waved sweetly and continued walking, so I figure that she must’ve done the same sort of thing when she was my age. My legs trembled slightly due to the sore, yet oddly pleasing sensation in my core. Suddenly, Daryl joined me on the balcony, wrapping his arms around my waist and hugging me tightly. Glancing back, I noticed that all he was wearing was a sheet hung loosely around his hips.

“Hey, gorgeous.” He whispered in my ear.

“Hey.” I replied, grinning like an idiot.

“What you doin’?” He asked, resting his chin on the top of my head.

“Nothing, just… thinkin’.” I sighed.

I turned to face him and placed a long, lingering kiss against his lips.

“Thank you for last night, Daryl.” I smiled contently.

“It was beyond my pleasure, baby.” He laughed.

“Y’know, I get that this hotels nice, but… I would’ve spent last night with you on a bed made of concrete with no sheets.” He told me.

“Me too. Even though, the bed was kind of a bonus,” I chuckled. “I don’t want to go back…” I said sadly, resting my head against his chest.

“We don’t have to. Let’s just stay here. Or run away.”

I laugh at his outlandish proposal.

“I’m bein’ serious. Y/N… run away with me.”

I look up into his eyes and for the first time, I see genuine sincerity.

“Okay… Okay, lets do it. I love you.”

[ravkasqueen]

Everything was perfect

Harry x reader

A lovely anon requested: Imagine with Harry meeting a pureblood son of a Death Eater first instead of Ron and they becoming best friends? And even though he’s Slytherin he is like really cute and sweet and awkward and rather protective of Harry when Draco’s bullying him? And then like when Harry starts liking somebody he gets really jealous and he’s like really confused why? And then one night at astronomy tower he admits his feelings to Harry and they kiss.. idk, so much fluff- can he also have blue eyes and dark hair?

Note: This was written, intended, for male readers but in all honesty, I feel this can be enjoyed by everyone no matter your gender :) also - please note that I did not make the reader have dark hair etc. as I leave these blanks for each individual reader to fill in <3

Word count: 2759

Masterlist

Forever tagging: @crownofdaisies @drxgonflyblue

As the rain splattered against the window of the compartment you sat in, legs drawn together and book in hand, a grin overtook your face. The typical English weather was nothing to be happy about but the memories it conjured always gave you a reason to smile. It wasn’t all that long ago that you sat in this compartment, in this train, met a strange boy with a lightning scar and green eyes which shone like emeralds.

How different everything would have turned out, had you gotten to the train on time and found a compartment for yourself, as opposed to reality where you had to search for somewhere which wasn’t already full. One thing was certain; the infamous Harry Potter would have never become your best friend.

The second he mentioned his name and your eyes turned wide you knew that he didn’t have a clue just how widely known he was. Coming from a pureblood family had meant that you knew exactly who he was. Having a father who was a Death Eater meant that you knew exactly why the mere mention of his name in your house was a taboo of sorts.

Growing up, you had been told stories of the Potter boy the same as any other child of magic. However, when you were told the story Harry became the villain rather than the saviour. Only as you grew older did you begin to realise that this may not be the case but instead of arguing about it with your parents, you simply chose to keep quiet.

The day that you met the boy, you saw that he could never possibly be all that he was said to. His clothes were drowning him, his hair looked as though it had never been combed and his smile was too carefree as you told him more about yourself. He certainly didn’t look like someone who wanted to take away magic and destroy its purity. And, the more you thought about this, the easier it became to realise that everything your family had told you had been a load of rubbish. Who cares about the purity of blood when the half-blood who sat opposite you made you feel as happy as you were in that moment?

Those were the ideals you kept with you until today. You were sorted into Slytherin, which was no surprise but the only reason you wished you never were, was the fact Harry was sorted into Gryffindor. This didn’t mean that you couldn’t be friends, though, and you were determined to make Harry yours. Now, six years later, you could say that you succeeded in doing not only this but also in keeping the fact away from your family. The last thing you needed was to be bombarded with constant questions regarding your best friend’s status, which was something you were certain would happen. Putting Harry in any sort of danger just wasn’t an option for you to consider. The mere thought of doing so made your insides curl and churn uncomfortably.

Recently, however, things had become a lot more tense. Nearly two years ago, You Know Who returned and killed Cedric Diggory in a graveyard, making the battle once again very, very real for everyone. Last year, you and a group of others were caught in a fight at the Ministry, which resulted in the death of Harry’s godfather; his last remaining member of remaining family.

The decision between your family and the side you wanted to be on had been an easier one to make than you would have originally thought after you saw your father leading the chase that night in the Ministry. Though, a small part of you suspected that the choice had been made all along since you and the boy with messed up hair had shared an entire trolley of sweets together.

Over the years, your feelings for Harry had become a lot more complex and now, whenever you looked at him you could barely refrain from grinning. The mere spectacle of him set your chest alight with the burning of unanswered questions and his grin could flip your stomach upside down, causing the butterflies could escape their jail. Whenever he was near, your fingers twitched with the impulse to touch him and when he went away your smile grew cold

Though, you knew it was pointless. These feelings you kept chained up in your heart could never be shared. There was no way Harry could ever possibly feel the same; he certainly never made it seem like he could. Besides, what would people say? The Chosen One…with you. Poor, plain, always in the wrong place at the wrong time throughout the years, you.

A loud noise which came from your left went off with a bang and you jumped out of your reverie. Eyes wild and head-turning you searched for the source but relaxed when you almost immediately found a group of Slytherin guys messing around with a couple of the Weasley’s products. You rolled your eyes and turned away to face the Common Room fire which shone an eerie green colour. ‘So much for “never buying them and supporting their joke of a shop,”’ you thought to yourself as memories of these very words came to your head.

Biting your lip nervously, you checked the time on your watch and decided that it was close enough to dinner to begin walking up towards the Great Hall. You sighed as you reached forwards for your forgotten book, closing it with a snap and intending to take it with you on your way as you stood up from your chair.

“Hey! Y/N!” A voice called and your eyes closed involuntarily for a couple of seconds as you breathed a small sigh.

The main thing you hated about your house where the people you shared it with. You could now see how you had been brainwashed to think a certain way while growing up but it was clear no one else in your house had either come to the same realisation or felt brave enough to say it out loud. Even you kept quiet about how you disregarded everything your parents had taught you – with all except Harry, that is.

Turning on your foot, you found yourself coming face to face with Draco. “Y/N!” He cried, smiling falsely. “Running off to see the 'wittle Potter?” He asked scathingly.

Despite you loving and understanding your close relationship with Harry, not many others from Slytherin house did. Draco constantly droned on about how proud and vain Harry supposedly was and whenever you corrected him on his opinions and accusations the complaints turned against you.

“Yes, Draco.” You sighed once more. “I’m going to the Great Hall where everyone else, including Harry, will be so I’m sure I’ll see him.”

Draco faltered for a moment before contorting his face in irritation. “No need to become sarcastic.” He bit out. “I was only asking a question after all.

You huffed. “Well, you were asking a stupid question, weren’t you?”

“Potter’s a twat.” He said. “I don’t know how you, or anyone else for that matter, can stand him.”

“Well,” you said while moving past Draco and towards the door without another look in his direction. “I don’t know how anyone could ever possibly stand to be in the same room as you for more than a couple of minutes. You don’t ever shut up and your voice is grating.”

You had almost gotten to the Common Room door when you felt a hand grab around your bicep and halt you in your tracks. Swinging around, you saw that Draco was there, preventing you from moving away.

“What did you just say to me?” He asked in a tone which suggested you likely shouldn’t anger him or else he may tell his father about you.

“The truth.” Was all you replied with before pulling your arm out of his grip and walking through the portrait hole.

You forced yourself to walk all the way to the Great Hall without checking over your shoulder, thinking that it would likely take Draco a while to understand your insult of him, anyway.

Once you got to the Great Hall, however, you were more than ready to see your friend once more. It had been one of the rare days where your timetables just didn’t match up and you ended up not seeing one another much at all. It always saddened you to reach the morning of this day and took great effort to drag yourself up and out of bed when the knowledge that you wouldn’t be seeing Harry until Dinner, after breakfast, hit.

You strolled through the large doors and spotted the boy with messy hair almost immediately and on impulse, you smiled and made a move to walk towards him where he sat at the Gryffindor table. Although, you stopped short of the bench the moment you saw whom he was with.

Laughing and joking by Harry’s side was Ginny Weasley.

Your heart clenched painfully within your chest and the guilt that you knew that you had no right to be hurt – Harry was not yours after all – made the experience more devastating. Swallowing nervously, you bowed your head and without your customary greeting to Harry, you headed to your own table and joined the other Slytherin students.

You partially felt as though you were being overly dramatic but when you turned and saw the longing expression on Ginny’s face; you knew you had been right all along. Ginny Weasley, after all these years, indeed still liked Harry Potter.

The thought alone was enough to make your stomach twist itself into knots and your appetite to leave completely. The truth behind the thought made you want to curl yourself into a small ball and hide away forever.

“You alright?”

Startled by the sudden words, you jumped and looked up to see Blaise Zabini looking at you with concern flickering in the crevices between his eyebrows.

Eyes widening and cheeks reddening, you nodded quickly and hastily poured yourself a goblet before raising it to your lips delicately as if you hadn’t a care in the world when the reality was quite the opposite. You were being too obvious if Zabini of all people could tell there was something bothering you. If he could tell, then that meant Harry would be able to tell in a heartbeat.

Sighing once more you allowed yourself a final look at the pair tables behind you, barely able to prevent your eyes from straying in that direction any longer. You winced as you saw Ginny laughing and grinning widely at something Harry had said. When she leant forwards and playfully slapped his shoulder, however, you couldn’t stand it any longer and you were soon pushing away from the table and heading back towards the Slytherin Common Room for the day. You weren’t hungry anyway.

 ***

 It had been two days and you had barely ventured outside of your dorm, feigning illness whenever someone asked and pretending not to think it serious enough for Madam Pomfrey to attend to when someone offered to fetch her.

You thought yourself dramatic but your sorrow kept you from feeling utterly pathetic. Doubt had crept into your mind and reality had struck. How on earth had you ever even entertained the possibility that Potter could ever like you back? The knowledge that he likely never would knock the wind out of you and prevented you from feeling much of anything other than the despairing numbness which had spread from your mind, your heart and into your fingers and toes. 

However, everyone has to pick themselves up and get on with life eventually. Everybody was at the Great Hall and you were alone for it was dinner time and the silence helped you to collect your thoughts. You knew you couldn’t allow yourself the time to grieve over a petty trouble any longer so you were trying to come up with a plan to distance yourself from Harry but the idea alone was crushing to tend to.

You were sat on the edge of your bed, head on your hands when a small scuffling sound caught your attention. Your head snapped up but when you looked, there was no one there to see but instead of turning away your eyes narrowed and continued to look around the room. It wasn’t unlike your fellow Slytherin members to leave a few…surprises behind. Grabbing your wand, you stood up and held it out in front of you defensively, ready for even the slightest move.

“Hey, Y/N!” Harry said, making you jump and shoot red sparks from your wand without thinking as he revealed himself from the invisibility cloak he had obviously been wearing.

Your jaw dropped as you stared at him dumbfounded. “What are you doing here?” You demanded after a moment’s hesitation.

Harry grinned cheerfully and dropped himself down onto the edge of your bed. “Visiting my best mate, what else would I be doing?” He asked with a cocky tilt of the head as he bundled the cloak into his arms and patted the place next to him as if he owned the place.

You fumbled for a minute before asking; “But, how did you get in?”

“It was simple,” he said in a bored tone with a non-committal wave of the hand. “Now, how are you feeling?” He asked. “I was told you were sick but you seem rather fine to me.” 

Scowling, you stalked forwards and dropped back into the space where you had been, next to Harry. “I am ill.” You defended weakly.

“Really?” Harry asked. “Must be some new illness which has no side effects at all.” He said sarcastically. “Now what’s really up?” You opened your mouth but he cut you off. “And, I want the truth.”

You frowned and shut your mouth before opening it once more. “I just have a lot on my mind at the moment, alright?”

Harry nodded to himself. “Alright. And, this isn’t something you feel able to share with your best friend, right?”

You bowed your head, guilt flooding you as you realised you had never before kept anything from Harry and nor he, you. “I-”

“No, I get it,” Harry said. “It would just be nice to know so I don’t have to worry about you.”

The thought of Harry worrying about you made the butterflies flutter once again but you restrained their emotion. “Do you like Ginny?” You questioned after a moment without thinking before opening your mouth. After hearing the words you had spoken, your eyes widened and your heart started to beat rapidly. You couldn’t believe that you had been so blunt and obvious.

Harry’s eyes widened to and he blinked to himself for a while and swallowed nervously. “What?” He asked after a moment. 

You closed your eyes and turned away, trying to shrug and feign nonchalance – as if it were no big deal to ask your friend about their romantic status with a random girl. “I don’t know.” You said hastily, wishing there was a way to take back what you had said. “It doesn’t matter, I don’t-”

“Nah, I don’t.” He said. “She’s not really my type in all honesty.”

You blinked and blushed. “Oh.”

“Why’d you ask?” Harry questioned with a hint of amusement in his tone.

He laughed nervously and scratched the back of your neck. “Oh nothing, I was just-”

“Jealous?”

“Yes.” You nodded without thinking before your eyes shot out of your head and you began to shake it frantically from side to side. “No!” You shouted. “No that’s not what I meant! I don’t, I-” 

When you turned back to face Harry, your words got caught up in your throat due to how close he was and you froze for a moment as your eyes stared directly into his. “Do you like me?” He asked.

“W-what?” Your voice trembled as your eyes betrayed you and strayed towards his lips. 

“Do you like me?” He repeated with a glint in his eye.

You sighed and bowed your head. “Yes,” You never got to finish your sentence as, as soon as the one word you had been dreading saying left your lips; a grin the size of the world sprung into place on Harry’s mouth and before you knew it his hand was caressing your cheek and he was lifting your head and pressing his lips against yours.

And, in that moment, everything was absolutely perfect.

[khaleesimaka]

SoMa & OFFICE. sorry :'v i need office au (?

I’m sure you’ve probably read these, but I’ll still mention them. Meisterful has an office au titled Snowfall Never Lies and Odat does as well titled Office Shenanigans that are both super cute and adorable. I totally recommend them.

I hope you enjoy this little drabble, though. Thank you for the prompt ^u^

sevans: I found the problem. My number is missing from your phone

malbarn: smooth, Soul, but it’s still there under DO NOT TALK TO, WORST BOYFRIEND EVER!

sevans: that’s a little harsh isn’t it?

malbarn: you ditched me on date night. I think you deserve it for at least a day or two

sevans: you’ve been giving me the silent treatment for three days now

malbarn: I said at least a day or two so that warrants it can go on for longer

sevans: you’re talking to me now

malbarn: because Blake told me you’ve been moping around over in your cubicle and Stein is starting to notice. I’m taking pity on you so you don’t end up one of his science experiments

sevans: you think those rumors are true?

malbarn: Idk, but I’d rather not risk it

sevans: glad to hear you still care about me

malbarn: that doesn’t mean anything. I’m still mad at you

sevans: Maka, can’t you forgive me?

malbarn: go down to the gift shop, get me my favorite chips and a sandwich and a Starbucks coffee. maybe I’ll think about it

sevans: be over there in twenty

Maka closes out of the work approved chat box, a small smile gracing her face, and she gets back to work sorting through the different case their firm has encountered over the years. She’s working on their biggest account yet; some top dollar, high-end celebrity and her sister who are being charged with murdering her husband. The tabloids have been calling it ‘the story Hollywood can’t make up’, and supposedly this isn’t the first husband of hers who mysteriously died either. At least, that’s what Maka gathered from the rumors her co-workers liked to spread.

All she knows is that Liz Thompson and Kid are good friends, and he’ll do anything to prevent her from going to jail. Which leaves Maka to do the dirty work of finding every case Morbid Dean Law Firm has stood behind over the years so they’ll know exactly how to enter the courtroom. Kid wants the perfect everything, and Maka is more than happy to assist.

Even if she doesn’t fully approve with the case or defendant themselves.

“What’s that smile for?” Tsubaki asks as she leans on Maka’s door. “Did something happen with Soul?”

Her friend’s voice is too giddy for Maka to not acknowledge the obvious.

“It hasn’t happened yet,” Maka says. “He had to cancel our date night because Wes dragged him to some concert or whatever.” She pauses to save a file to her folder and for dramatic effect. “But he is bringing me lunch so maybe?”

Tsu’s face pulls from a frown to a grin in a matter of seconds, and she stands to her full height as she claps her hands together. “Are you going to ask him? Today? Here?”

“Maybe,” Maka shrugs.

Honestly, she isn’t so sure how confident she is to ask Soul. It’s such a big step for them. Given her parents history and short lived marriage, she isn’t entirely positive if they’ll do well after the fact. What if she finds out Soul is a pig behind closed doors? Or that he leaves his boxers in the bathroom?

That last one she knows is true, though, and it’s an adorable habit of his albeit gross. She really is madly in love with him.

“Oh, I know he’ll say yes!” Tsubaki squeals. “He has to say yes. Soul is so in love with you, I’m sure he’ll be more than happy to–”

Her words are cut short when she waves to someone in the hall.

“Hey, Soul. Is that for Maka?”

“Yeah,” comes his gruff voice. “She’s blackmailing me ‘cause I wouldn’t have brought it otherwise.”

Tsubaki moves to the side to let him take her place, and Maka’s heart skips a few beats. He’s wearing the usual suit and tie getup that’s part of dress code for the office, except his tie rests around his neck loose, hair a matted mess because Stein hardly pays any attention to his department’s dress. It’s no wonder Blake still walks around the law firm with dyed blue hair. If Kid were to ever see him, Maka’s sure he’d fire him on the spot. Or give him change because he mistook Blake for one of the homeless.

Maka secretly hopes Kid never sees how Soul dresses because there’s something about the laidback feel of his attire that Maka loves. The lazy, don’t give a fuck attitude is so inherently Soul. Her Soul. Soul who waltzes around his or her apartment in his boxers and no shirt, drinking the milk straight out of the carton no matter how many times she asks him not to, and let’s her cuddle up against him while they watch Netflix. It’s home.

“Thank you, Soul,” Maka says as she stands to grab her lunch from him.

She peeks inside the bag to find hot Cheetos and one of the sandwiches the gift shop has in their fridge and smiles. When she smells the coffee, her senses are bombarded with the smell of caramel and sugar. All three are exactly what she wanted. Maka kisses his cheek in way of telling him her appreciation without any words.

“I’m going back to my office,” Tsubaki hums. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t.”

“We won’t,” Maka tells her before shutting the door.

After setting her lunch down, Maka pulls Soul into a kiss and interrupts whatever he had opened his mouth to tell her. He doesn’t protest, though. His hands find her hips and he chastely returns the kiss, humming his approval when she bites his lip. A content sigh leaves her as she wraps her arms around his neck and threads her fingers through his hair. She missed the softness of it against her fingertips along with how well they bury themselves in it, and she definitely missed the small groan she draw from him when she gently tugs on the white tufts.

They both breathe heavily when they break away from the kiss. Neither of them untwine themselves from the other, though, and instead, Soul rests his forehead on hers, giving the space above her nose and between her brows a small peck.

“Does that mean I’m forgiven?”

“You’re forgiven.”

He’d been forgiven the night he cancelled their date night, but Maka likes to draw out her hatred for moments like this. Moments where she can kiss her boyfriend behind closed doors in the comfort of her office.

“I actually wanted to talk to you about something I think will help us with date night,” she says, sliding her hands from his hair and down the front of his suit. She doesn’t make eye contact as she fiddles with his tie. “I know it’s a bit sudden, but you’re apartment lease is almost up and I remember you were talking about moving in with Wes, but I was wondering if maybe you wanted to move in with me? My space is smaller than yours, but we can upgrade in march if you want. I won’t mind. I thought maybe if we lived together we won’t–”

Soul cuts her off with a kiss, and she feels him smile against her.

“Stop rambling. You know I’m gonna say yes,” he teases. “Does Blair approve of me moving in?”

“She’ll probably have to change where she sleeps on the bed, but I’m sure she won’t mind.”

“So long as I don’t wake up to a cat’s ass in my face.”

Maka winces. It was one time she had done that, back when they first decided to sleep together, but Blair did have a preference for men.

“I can’t make any promises.”

He groans, but it’s half-hearted. “So long as it means I get to wake up next to you every morning, I can handle it.”

“You’re such a cheeseball.”

“Cheeseball? I haven’t heard that since elementary. You need to upgrade your insults, Albarn,” he teases.

She lightly slaps his chest and pouts, but it doesn’t last long as he cups her cheeks and kisses her once again. The sigh from her is purely involuntarily as she melts beneath his touch, and he her pout forms into a smile.