#wanted to post this earlier but got caught up with the soft looks thingy

[theimpurelily]

“Yuan d-doesn’t want me to leave? Even- even though I’m- I’m a–”  “Of course not,” Shen Yuan says, and is surprised by how fierce it comes out, and he hugs as tight as he can, ignoring how it makes his hands ache because he needs to make sure that Binghe knows he would never ever let go, “Binghe is- there is no home without Binghe. If Binghe leaves, then I’m coming too. Didn’t Binghe promise that as well? I’m promising it right back! Demon or human, Binghe is Binghe. You’re not allowed to leave without me. You promised.”

From Chapter 41 of Shen Yuan of No Relation by @grubus

[wickedw3asleys]

THANKFUL FOR "US" (fluff)

(George Weasley x Reader)

AN: So this is the first "official" writing I post on here!!! I'm so excited to start and I hope you'll like it! I didn't want to start with the ✨nasty stuff✨ right away so I decided to just post a little fluff thingie... Hope you'll like it anyways!!! ❤️

ALSO SORRY ABOUT ANGIE I LOVE HER SO MUCH SHE'S NOT A BITCH AND I LOVE HER SORRY SORRY SORRY

The moment you saw George enter the Gryffindor common room, exhausted and looking like he had been crying, you knew only bad news were to come.

When he usually entered the room, he went straight towards you, his best friend, and sit on the couch with you, ready to tell you about his day and make you laugh with his stupid jokes; this time he didn't even look at you.

"George...?", you ask, starting to get worried.

No response, not even a look.

"George!", you continued calling him, following his steps towards his dorm. "Hey, what happened?"

When he finally turned to face you, you barely recognized him. He looked extremely tired, defeated, you'd say. Like he hadn't been sleeping in days.

"She did it. She fucking did it", he answered, his voice sounding weak.

"What? Who? W-what?", you took his hands in yours and slowly made your way to his bunk in front of his bed.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. It killed you, seeing him like that. George was literally the purest, nicest person on earth, and seeing him like that didn't seem fair.

"I caught Angelina...making out with that Hufflepuff boy I told you about... In McGonagall's classroom..."

Your jaw dropped to the floor. You have to admit that you never really liked Angelina. At least not for George. He was just too nice for her and she never seemed to appreciate it. And even thought you hated the thought that crossed your mind, you were totally expecting her cheating on him...

"Wow... Uhm...", you tried to compose yourself to comfort your friend, who obviously needed someone for him right now. "Okay... First of all, calm down... And breathe... I hate seeing you like this, Georgie..."

He looked at you deep in the eyes, sadness and pain written all over him. You didn't even know what to say, you just wanted to hug him until his pain faded away, and jinx Angelina for hurting the best human ever.

"Okay, so... George, don't ever think of blaming yourself for what she did-"

"But I do blame myself!", he exclaimed, "I was never enough for her! And I tried my best! You know I tried! And I failed her..."

"No, no, no...", you cupped his face and turned him towards you, "Don't ever think that! She was not worthy of you. At all! I've known you for years, honey. I've seen what you did for this girl, and I can tell you that nothing that you did was wrong. You always gave her your best. She just didn't know how to appreciate it..."

George ironically chuckled, now looking at his feet.

"Hey... I'm being serious. She was the one who failed you, you never did anything wrong. I promise. I'd be the first one to tell you if you ever did."

He didn't say anything else for the next ten minutes. He just leaned his head on your shoulder and let you stroke his hair slightly until he finally calmed down, something that you enjoyed doing for years.

"I really liked her, y'know?", he finally spoke.

"Aw... I know Georgie... I know...", you hugged him tighter. "Sometimes some people are not what we expect or what we deserve, and that's okay..."

"I really thought this would work with her..."

"Don't torture yourself with that, honey... You'll find someone way better than her, someone that will completely appreciate you and love you for who you are!"

He straightened himself and once again locked eyes with yours. "You love me for who I am...", he whispered.

Oh...

That was unexpected...

"George..."

"You do, right?", he insisted.

"O-of course I do. I'm your best friend. I love you with my whole life."

This time, he was the one to take your hand in his. Even after the events of earlier, his hands were as warm as always.

You started to get nervous about the situation, not really knowing what direction it was going to take. You loved George. You did it with your whole heart, soul and body. You wouldn't let anything happen to him and he was your best friend, as an older brother to you. But saying that you've never felt anything more than friendship towards him would be a lie.

You actually had a slight crush on him for the first year and a half of your friendship, but as time passed, you've ended up convincing yourself that it was just a stupid crush; not worthy enough to make you lose your friendship with him.

And having him like this, all vulnerable, in front of you, made some of your feelings slightly resurface...

"Y/N...", he started.

You could feel your heart bomb in your chest, ready to explode.

He tightened his grip on your hand and pushed a strand of your hair that was falling on your face. He didn't really say anything; you two had such a strong friendship by now that words weren't even needed sometimes, you always could see what the other was saying just by looking at the other's eyes.

And what you saw in his scared you, made you nervous, but damn it got you excited just to think about it.

George didn't let you time to react or say anything when he slowly leaned it and kissed you. You knew it was bad, but you felt your whole body shiver as you realized what was happening. His loft lips on yours and your hands in his. He softly tried to open your mouth with his tongue, surprisingly showing dominance in the kiss. And without resisting, you just felt yourself melting in him.

After what felt an eternity, you freed your hand from his grip and put it on his chest, pushing him away a little bit, regaining composure and reason.

"W-what's wrong? Was it bad?", George started to ask.

"No, no! It was good! Excellent!", you answered, more nervous than before. "I just think... after what happened with Angelina and your current state of mind... I'd feel like I'm taking advantage of your vulnerability, kind of...?", you chuckled.

George looked at you in confusion, "What?"

You sighed, taking once again his face between your hands, slowly caressing his right cheek with your thumb, "I love you. And I love us. I just don't want to ruin anything. And if something has to happen between us, I want to be sure that it's what you want..."

"Yeah... I understand, don't worry", he smiled. "Thanks, love", he placed a soft kiss on your forehead and took you in a warm hug. "I'm so thankful for you, you have no idea..."

"I'm starting to blush, Weasley..."

"Looks good on you, though..."

You softly hit his arm as you stood up with him.

"Mind to come to the Great Hall with me? I don't really want to face her alone and I don't know where Fred is..."

You agreed, and you slowly started to make your way to the Hall, trying to cheer up George a little bit more. Everything happened between laughs until Angelina appeared out of nowhere in front of you.

"George, please, can I-..."

You placed your hand in the air in front of her face, looking at her up and down and spat a "Not today, Johnson", before taking George with you and continuing your walk, leaving her speechless behind the both of you.

You saw your best friend's face darken a little bit after this encounter, and you hated that she had this effect on him.

And then, a lightbulb lights up.

"Uhm... George... I have something to do... C-can you wait for me here?", you quickly managed to say.

"Sure...", he suspiciously answered, and then, he realized... "Y/N! Y/N! What are you going to do?!"

"Me? Nothing!", you screamed, looking back at him.

You left him in the corridor for a moment, starting to run your way back to where you left Angelina.

You found her in the same spot where you left her a few seconds ago, talking with that Hufflepuff boy... You weren't about to do anything to hurt her, you weren't that kind of person. But you sure wanted to humiliate her. She deserved it for what she did to George.

So you hid yourself behind a statue, mumbled a few words towards her moving your wand, and left. Wanting to see the after effects of your spell.

You got back to George with a bright smile.

"Oh, you... I know that smile...", he chuckled, lifting your chin up. "What did you do to her?"

"Nothiiiiing... I told you I wasn't going to do anything! Now let's go eat! I'm starving!"

You took his hand and happily went to the Great Hall, sitting at the Gryffindor table, where Ron, Harry, Hermione and Neville were already sitting.

"Hey mate, you okay?", Harry asks, seeing George's still obvious state.

"Yeah... Don't worry about it, I'm fine", he sincerely smiled back.

You and the group exchanged a few words before starting to eat when suddenly a scream followed by a few laughs made you jump.

All of you turned your heads towards where the laughter started and when Hermione took her hand to her mouth, you saw it.

Angelina had taken the form of a weird cheetah the moment she entered the Great Hall, followed by her new "boyfriend".

You couldn't help but laugh when you saw George's shocked face.

"H-how did you do this?!", he asked.

"Well, I have more than a trick in my sleeves, Weasley..."

"That's... Brilliant!", he exclaimed, laughing.

Angelina looked so confused and embarrassed and when she saw you and George dying of laughter, she stormed out of the Hall.

"I'm a bloody cat!"

"You're supposed to be a cheetah by the way!", you yelled at her, hoping she'd hear it.

George continued laughing with you, when he suddenly stopped to watch you. You didn't really realized it, you were too busy laughing your ass off with the rest of the group, but little did you know that deep down, George was secretly admiring you and was repeating himself how much he loved you and how lucky he was to have you by his side.

[malexmalereader]

Jesse McCree x Male!Reader - Confess it, else I'll take it to my grave

A/N: it's here. Part 2 to a oneshot written quite some time ago, requested by @madeofunicorns111813 - sorry it took so long - I also took some liberties with the request, hope it's not too bad either way!

Part 1:

Part 2:

As you slowly open your eyes again, waking from your nap, it's pitch black outside - only a small lantern on the porch spending some light, that illuminates a few more bottles of whiskey and cans of beer standing around the porch swing, mainly where Jesse had sat earlier.

The amount of them made you shake your head in amusement - he must be drunk as balls by now, if he hasn't passed out somewhere else yet. 

Now there was no sign of him, not the gentle feeling of his arms around you, no indication where he might be gone - only his scent faintly lingering in the air.

You stretch and sit up straight, taking a deep, content breath. 

You check your wristwatch and let out an impressed whistle - you'd slept on that old, only mildly comfortable porch swing from what must've been 10 p.m. to somewhere around two in the morning.

You hear the front door open, Jesse's heavy steps a little uneven as he saunter back over to the porch swing, barely acknowledging you.

In his hand he has a glass of water, sighing deeply before downing it in one go. You fondly watch as he spills just a bit of water, that drips down his beard and stains his shirt. 

He sets down the glass and sighs once more, staring of into the vast emptiness of the seemingly never ending fields.

"I reckon, and please take my word on this one - it might just be bedtime for the two of us.", you chuckle as you watch him clumsily trying to get up, setting you swinging ever so slightly.

"You ain't the boss o' me-", he says, a few hiccups interrupting him as he stumbles his way forward.

You roll your eyes and get up as well, offering to be his arm rest and crutch, but instead of throwing an arm over your shoulder he wraps you up in a big hug.

"I'm really glad to be back here-", he slurs, headbutting into your neck with a little more force than he meant to.

You pat his back, letting out another chuckle. 

"I know man, I know. You've mentioned it a couple of times.", you calmly state, not too surprised by his emotional outburst - even way back when you were younger he had the habit of getting sappy when he let his guard down - either with the help of alcohol or not.

"Nah, you ain't hearing me Darlin'...", He mumbles against your neck, his beard tickling you, before lazily lifting his head to look into your face.

His right hand finds its way to gently cup your cheek and you feel your face grow a little warmer, as you realize how close he is to you. Granted, you were a little surprised and conflicted about whether it's just the alcohol getting the best of both of you.

But god damn it, if his face didn't look stupidly handsome in the low light of the lantern, making his eyes sparkle as he looks at you with such fondness.

"God, I love you so much…", He says, his voice low as his thumb strokes your cheek.

You swallow harshly, trying to avert your eyes away from him - though you had not completely slept the whiskey from your mind yet, you didn't want to get caught up in something that Jesse might not even mean. 

But there was just something so captivating about the way he was looking at you - something you had longed for for almost three decades.

"Y'know, back when we were kids my Ma would tease me 'bout how much I talked about you…", he chuckles as he slurs on "And I'd always tell 'er that she got it all wrong. (Y/N) ain't nothing but a friend, he's just real cool, just my ride or die guy for when times get tough."

A corner of your mouth twitches up into a slight smile at the mention of Jesse's Mother - she was a really sweet lady, always had apple pie ready when you and Jesse came back from a days adventure. 

It wasn't until she remarried back when Jesse was 17 that all went downhill.

"But I think she knew I was lyin'. Could see it in her eyes. I bet right now she's looking down at me from the heavens thinking to herself 'told ya so, boy.'", Jesse sighs, pulling you a little closer.

"For the longest time I thought I'd marry you. At some point I would've asked you out, real sweet, had it all planned.", as he keeps talking, you swear his voice is getting weaker and his eyes are getting watery - though you wouldn't bet on it.

You gently stroke his back as he keeps talking.

"I wanted to- I wanted to take you out to sit on that ol' abandoned truck at the very back of my Ma's farm. We would've sat down on the back, under that really ugly lookin' cherry tree. There- there was a meteor shower that night.", His eyes slowly drift away from you as he keeps talking, his hand finding its way down your arm, hesitantly lingering at your fingers.

"I had my whole life figured out - I'd tell you, and you'd tell me that you'd always liked me too, and we'd've kissed under the moonlight and all that. We'd've-", he chuckles slightly "We would've finished school, and gone to prom, and then we'd have gotten jobs and get married…"

He lets out a shaky breath.

"I wanted to- I wanted to have a big, sweet wedding on your Mommas' farm, and then we'd've settled down a little further out - but not too far away from our families. So that when we would have had children they could always celebrate their birthdays with their grandparents an' aunts an' uncles an' cousins."

You sigh and intertwine your fingers with his, bringing the hand that had previously stroked his back to his cheek.

You tenderly wipe a tear away with your thumb, guiding his head back to look at you again.

"I'm- I couldn't. I couldn't tell you. Thought you'd say no... I was too much of a coward. And then- the whole thing with my stepdad happened...Ma told me she was remarrying and I just- I just left- and left you, and her, and he got her and hurt her and I didn't even- I didn't even say goodbye to her I-", he chokes up, lowering his head, his eyes closed as he sobs just the slightest bit.

Unsure of what else to do, you squeeze his hand and wipe some stray hair from his face, encouraging him to look at you again.

He carefully opens his eyes, glancing into yours.

"And yesterday, when I came back you just...you welcomed me with open arms and just- you- I don't deserve you. I don't deserve any of your hospitality and all that…I've- Darlin', I'm the absolute worst.", Tears keeps spilling from his eyes as he rambles on.

You let go of his hand just to wrap your arm around his waist and pull him closer.

"I'm gonna have to disagree with that statement, cowboy.", you smile slightly as his expression changed from sad to slightly confused as you glance at his lips for a short moment, before looking back into his eyes.

His gaze flickers from your own lips, to your eyes and then back to your lips.

And as you pull him closer and closer, until your lips meet for a gentle kiss it feels as though time has stopped in its tracks.

His are slightly chapped, taste like all kinds of alcohol and he still reeks of smoke, but right now you couldn't care less as you close your eyes and melt into the kiss.

You can feel Jesse's shoulders relax as his hands roam around your back and up and down your arms.

And when you part he looks just a little more baffled than before. Though there's also a love struck glaze over his eyes.

"Sweetheart, I- I don't think I understand.", He says, almost breathless, a big, dumb grin on his face.

"And I thought that would get my point across just fine.", you giggle, pressing another soft kiss to his cheek.

"After all this time, I don't think there's a single thing in this world that could make me not love you, Jesse.", you confess.

Jesse's eyes widen and he practically tackles you with another kiss. You don't care about the bottles and cans you knock over with your feet as he makes the two of you stumble back on the porch, back down on the swing.

And it doesn't even bother you when the lantern loses its light - if you were afraid of the dark before, right in this moment it simply didn't matter. 

Jesse had you encased in his arms, and by what you could tell, you wouldn't ever have to worry about being alone again.

[nade2308]

For the Drabble thingy

5 Bruised - Jack Dalton

No pressure though

I think Nade and the concept of a drabble aren't on the same planet. I finished the thing. Hope you like this @starryhc. As for the inspiration for this story, awhile back I saw a post on Tumblr where there was a deleted scene from the 1x01 script where Jack worked as a stunt double on a movie set and we are blaming this fic on my dream brain requesting this as the reason for the bruises. Hope it's what you had in mind when you asked, Starry . The "drabble" is under the cut.

Jack let his kid take his fill by looking him up and down. Jack knew that he looked a little bit worse for wear, but that was normal in their line of work. This time however, it was from something else. And judging by the way Mac was eyeing him, he didn't manage to hide it well. 

(Next time, I'm asking for Boze and his special make up). 

It had been two months since they saw each other last. And Jack didn't know how he went two months without contact. But it was what Mac asked of him. Some time to rest and reflect. And Jack had so many objections to that... but he swallowed them and agreed. What else there was to be done? His kid needed time, and contrary to popular opinion, Jack wasn't going to push and hover. He knew when to back down when he wasn't needed. 

The ugly doubts reared their heads as soon as they touched down in the States, though. Why was Mac asking for some time to himself? He never did before, why now? Mac was also never been shot within an inch of his life and his girlfriend was killed in the same night so Jack reasoned with that. He knew about people and having to start over when they had a brush with death and some decisions they made in the aftermath of their near-death experience. Jack just learned to deal with it. As always. When Mac called him out of the blue at 1am and asked if he could come over, Jack was ecstatic to say in the least. He didn't even stop to think of the reason. Maybe Mac wasn't still coming back from his reflection phase and it was just something he needed Jack to do. 

Whatever it was, in hindsight he should have realized that Mac would notice. And he did. 

"Jack. What happened?" 

"Eh, it's nothing. Just... perks of the job is all." 

Jack tried for a smile, but it fell flat. 

"What job? Jack, were you in the field without me?" 

The question slammed like a freight train into Jack and he had to actually grab something to steady himself, which turned out to be Mac's forearm.  

"Whoa, Jack, easy there." 

The grip he had on Mac was strong and through the fog in his head Jack was thinking how it'd leave a bruise, the kid bruised so easily he was always having these small bruises from banging himself on doorknobs and table edges. But now these bruises were going to be from Jack, because Jack wasn't able to keep himself steady another way, and that was when Mac appeared in his line of sight and Jack realized he wasn't breathing right.  

"Jack, you've got to breathe. Just, follow my lead, okay?" 

Jack tried to nod, but he couldn't, he was so far gone in the panic that all he could do was squeeze Mac's arm harder. He couldn't move, he couldn't breathe, the phantom pain at the back of his head, the nasty concussion it left in its wake. 

He watched as Mac winced when he took a deep breath and suddenly Jack wasn't in his apartment, but at the edge of the lake, performing CPR on his partner, oh God, it's so cold... 

...

When Jack next came to, he was lying on his couch. He had no idea how he got there, but he realized Mac's thigh was under his head and he jumped with a startle. Then promptly fell back to the softness of his partner's body because his body seized in pain. The actor on that set that insisted on doing his own stunts did a number on him. His bruises had bruises. 

And judging by the way he stilled and didn't breathe for a few seconds, and Mac's gasp, Mac definitely noticed. 

"I'm going to assume that that did not come from a mission." 

"You know I'm off rota until you are back to the field, hoss. I ain't goin' out there unless it's with you. We had a deal, remember?" 

"I'm sorry. Sorry I shut you out." 

"It's okay. You needed time. I get it."

"I shouldn't have." 

"No hard feelings."

"I feel like you are hurt because I wasn't there to stop you from doing whatever reckless thing you did. Jack." 

"I was a stunt double on a movie set. Thank God tonight was the final scene and now I can rest." 

Jack groaned and any other time he'd be embarrassed that he buried his head in Mac's thigh to hide, but he was tired, hurting and if his mind wasn't playing tricks on him, he had a panic attack, which in his books was definitely something to warrant that kind of behavior. 

Besides, Mac could always kick him if he didn't want that.

"Where are you hurt?" Mac's small voice asked and Jack wanted to deflect, but he could detect the hint of worry in the kid's voice so he decided to be honest. 

"Where am I not hurt is the question you should be asking. That little punk ass kid that insists on filming his own stunts that we worked with did a number on me. I think I even have a bruise on my butt, dude." 

Mac chuckled above him and Jack fist pumped on the inside. He was carefully maneuvered into a sitting position next and - yep, that was definitely a big bruise on his butt. 

"Let me see?" 

Mac was asking him to see the bruises, that much was clear. And his voice brooked no arguments so Jack took off his t-shirt and realized just how stiff his shoulders were. 

God, I am getting old. 

Jack let Mac take his fill, he didn't have to see the way he looked to know he suffered a beating. He felt every bruise and every pull on the skin. If he was being honest... it kinda felt like he got what he deserved after what he let happen to Mac and Nikki in Italy. Finding Mac floating in lake Como was one of his worst nightmares come true. 

Cold fingers touched his skin and he recoiled, before he realized it was Mac and then he forced himself to relax. Mac needed to make sure that he was okay, and Jack was going to let him. 

"Jesus, Jack, this is a beating, not a stunt." 

"You should see the other guy." 

"Jack." 

"It's okay, Mac. I've had worse." 

"It doesn't make this hurt any less. C'mon, let's get you to bed. I'll get you some ice." 

Jack wanted to protest, how he was going to take care of himself on his own, but Mac needed to see to it that Jack was going to be okay and Jack was going to let him. 

"Okay." 

Mac, true to his word, settled him into bed and brought ice packs that he MacGyvered into sticking around so as to none of them should hold them in the hurt places. Jack groaned as the cold from the ice seeped into the bruises, but after a while it became a background sensation and he relaxed. 

"Thanks, Mac." 

"Don't mention it." 

They sat in silence for a few moments but Jack needed to know. 

"Mac, why are you here? Not that I don't want you here, I'm more than happy to have you here."

"I realized that I was hurting myself and you by keeping a distance. I was caught in the anger and grief about what happened with Nikki and me... being shot. On your watch. I realized that you are pretty much beating yourself up over what happened and decided to stop some of that train of that. 

"What I didn't anticipate is you literally beating yourself up. Now that's some quality punishment for things you are not guilty of." 

Jack didn't dare look up at Mac, it was enough that Mac knew what Jack was doing. 

Talk about self destruction... him and Mac had a lot in common in that department.

"It wasn't your fault. I should have said that before." 

"It's-"

"God help me if you say "it's okay". It's not, Jack. I pushed you away. It was as if I was telling you that you pulled the trigger." 

Jack winced. Was this kid going to expose all his inner thoughts tonight? 

"Sorry, that didn't come out right. Listen, Jack, I'm sorry. It wasn't okay that I pushed you away. It shouldn't be okay that you accept the guilt so easily. You were hurt, too. Remember?" 

Jack nodded. 

"I'm sorry, too." 

They were both dealing with a loss of a friend (lover in Mac's case) and what happened in Italy in different ways. But it looked like they weren't going to do it each by themselves after tonight. 

"Can I stay?" 

Jack was brought out of his musings and looked at Mac. Really looked at him. The kid looked pale, his cheeks gaunt and he was clutching his left shoulder. 

"Huh?" 

"Can I stay? I'm... My shoulder is hurting and I have some of my things here so... well I should probably text Bozer and tell him I'm-" 

"Of course you can stay." 

"Great, uh... let me just go and grab my phone, I left it on the table. And I'll take these now."

Jack shuddered as Mac removed the ice packs, now melted. 

"I'll get you a shirt." 

A moment later Mac left a shirt on the bed as he went to presumably text Bozer. And Jack smiled when he saw it was one of his old Army t-shirts, loose and comfy. Jack changed into a loose pair of sweatpants and got under the covers, careful not to press too much on the worst bruises. He was going to be sore in the morning. 

Mac re-entered Jack's room and Jack could tell he wanted to say something, but was kinda frozen in the middle of the room.

He raised the covers and tapped on the other half of the bed. 

"C'mere, hoss. Let's get some sleep." 

"I can... I can sleep in the guest room? I could roll over and hurt you, you know how I can get." 

"Nonsense. Come in here." 

"Okay." 

"I think we both need this, so it's a win-win situation." 

Mac smiled and as he settled in, he gravitated towards Jack that pulled him to his side. 

"I'm so sorry I worried you earlier." Jack could feel the tears prickle at the corners of his eyes. 

"It's okay, Jack. I'm just glad I was around." 

Jack nodded in agreement and closed his eyes. They could deal with everything else in the morning. He was wiped.  

"Good night, Mac." 

"Good night, Jack." 

[percabethfeelsfandom]

writing prompt: me as a demigod

HI so if you don’t know i’m primarily active on instagram @percabethfeelsfandom and I’ve decided to join this prompt thingy for the month of october except i’m super behind so i’m gonna be posting them in random sprints it’s hosted by @pickocha on insta (thank u for all the support on what i’ve been writing thus far :) 

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“I’m not leaving you,” I cried. The satyr smiled, blood coating their teeth as they gripped my hand tightly. 

“Yes, you will. You’re going to run. You’re going to keep running until you see the hill. You’ll know when you see it. Don’t stop, don’t stop till you see the tree.” I held on tight and lowered us to the base of a tree, hiding among the shrubs. I peeked above the leaves to check if the monsters had followed but the night was dark, the moon hidden behind the clouds. 

“Dylan it’s a forest! There are trees everywhere,” I said forcing sarcasm into my tone to keep it lighthearted but my heart felt like it was caving in on itself. Rain pelted down in sheets, and I could feel the cold in my bones. But the sickly warm feeling of Dylan’s blood was like fire in my hands and soaked down the front of my shirt. 

They’d gotten shot on a loose thorn of a monster, and I didn’t need to look down at their front to know that it was poisoned as well. 

“They’re catching up. The rain can only hide your scent for so long. Let them find me first. GO,” they began to cough, more blood coming out of their stomach in small spurts. 

I held back a sob and pressed my shirt against their front again trying to absorb it. Why wouldn’t it stop?

“You will be a powerful demigod. It was an honour finding you Caitlin. Please run.” 

I swallowed and finally nodded. I pressed a kiss to their forehead and thanked them for everything they had done for me these past few weeks. 

I helped them up and they walked off in the direction we’d come from, screaming for the monsters to come and get them. 

They turned to me once more and nodded in goodbye. I couldn’t bring myself to mirror them so I turned around and ran. 

My body seemed to go into autopilot. My mind shut off and every ounce of my energy went into dodging trees that seemed to appear out of nowhere, branched that had fallen in the storm and puddles of mud that made me sink into the ground. The ground seemed to tremble beneath my feet as I ran, thunder booming as I kept running. 

I craned my neck looking behind me but the moon had come out from behind the clouds and cast shadows along the trees so everything looked like a monster reaching out to me. I pushed myself to run faster, the voice of Dylan still echoing in my mind.

I’d left them. I had left them to die. 

I choked as I paused by a tree. Pushing my dark hair out of my face, trying to see the hill Dylan had described. The entire forest blurred together but in the distance, I could see a hill taller than the others I’d been on. I felt a pull on my gut, like a magnet pulling me and I knew that there was where I was meant to go. 

Even with the sounds of the storm crashing around me, I heard a roar pierce the night. White panic sparked through my entire body and I sprinted towards the tall hill. As I ran I tore at my shirt covered in Dylan’s blood and threw it as far as I could towards the right. I did the same to the left until I was only in my undershirt and the tattered remains of my jacket. My jeans stuck to my skin but I took precious moments to kneel into the ground and smother my face in mud and crushed fruit that I found beneath the shrubs. 

I didn’t know if it would mask my scent but it would have to do for now. My legs pumped, but I had no idea where on earth I was getting all this energy from but I knew it couldn’t last. My body was reaching its limit.

Another roar pierced through the forest but I finally broke through the edge, opening into a small clearing. The hill stood tall in front of me, a towering pine tree with a golden fleece glowing on its branches. Even from here, I had to blink at the bright light and the aura it was giving off. There was no other way to explain it but magic. 

I took off again but my body was spent. My legs felt like lead. I tripped over a branch I hadn’t seen and cried out as my hand caught all of the weight. Even under the cover of the rain, I slapped my hand over my mouth terrified the monster had heard me. 

I forced myself up and began crawling up the hill. 

Claws sunk into my ankle and I screamed as I was dragged from the hill. For a moment I was weightless as I fell. 

The impact of the fall should’ve killed me. But it didn’t. 

I pushed myself up and came face to face with the monster that had been hunting me and Dylan since they’d befriended me at school. 

The monster’s human face was contorted in anger. But whatever that thing looked like, was nothing in comparison to the sheer fury that was coursing through my veins. 

“You want to kill me! Well come on and do it!” I challenged. 

I had no weapon on me. Dylan had left me nothing but knowledge about the monster that was hunting me. The ancient manticore. 

The monster cracked its neck and began to shift. In moments, as its bones cracked it took the form of a lion, scorpion hybrid. Only it’s human face remained the same, its sleek body blood-red in the night, and it’s tail a dark whip. Seeing it in its true form only inflamed my anger. 

This had killed Dylan. My friend. 

It tilted its head at me, mocking my stance as I picked up a branch from the ground and held it up like I was wielding a sword. 

It roared and charged, but I was already moving. I dropped to the ground and heard it land behind me, its claws scraping against the bark of a tree. 

I got up and ran. My senses seemed to heighten as I focused on the area around me, my brain somehow both quiet but also completely aware of exactly where everything was in my immediate vicinity. 

It charged again but I grounded my feet, and threw the branch I was holding into the ground. The ground that was soft and supple because of the rain. It sunk deeply in the mud and stood straight like a spike.

The manticore realised too late and felt on the spike, the underneath of its armour pierced completely through. I stayed where I was and let it come to me. I gripped the ground for another weapon and threw gravel into its eyes. 

It’s teeth glinted in the moonlight as it cried in pain. 

This time I ran. I ignored the pain in my hand from my earlier fall. I ignored the heaviness of my heart at Dylan’s death. I ignored the freezing cold of the rain. 

And I ran. 

The monster was right behind me, but I knew I’d slowed it down because its footsteps were heavier as it followed. 

The pine tree was just out of reach when I turned back for one final look. 

“FIRE.” 

I looked for the source of the voice and saw a line of people just beyond the pine tree all armed with arrows and quivers. Dressed in an odd mix of orange shirts, armour and pyjamas their arrows loosed shooting towards the monster behind me. 

I cradled my head as the arrows whizzed past me but I kept moving. I reached the tree and leaned on it for support, a ripple of energy seemed to pass through me as I stepped past it. 

Two people in orange shirts, a blonde girl and a boy with dark hair held their hands out to me as I walked. 

My vision turned to static as I felt them grip my arms in support. Their voices blurred together and I pressed my hands to my ears. 

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” I whispered until my mind finally shut off, and everything turned black. 

~

“On her own? How is that possible?” A deep rumbly voice said as I twisted and turned in my sleep. My entire body screamed in protest but I kept moving, trying to stop the voices. It was too loud. 

“It’s not impossible. Percy did it barely.” A girls voice this time. 

“She’s a lot older than most campers don’t you think? She’s about our age Wise Girl.” A third voice, a guy this time, different from the first voice, younger. 

“Let her rest and then we will ask. What she did was no small feat. Have a small group camper look for her satyr. They have to be out there somewhere.” The older voice said, and I heard the sound of hooves? Before a door closed and shut. 

“I know you’re awake.” Even with my eyes still closed I froze, and held my breath. 

“We’re not going to hurt you,” the girl’s voice said, “I’m Annabeth.” 

I opened my eyes slowly and turned to her at my side. 

“Caitlin.” I offered. 

She smiled softly and held out a drink, the ice clinked softly in the glass and I sat up slowly, trying to hold it. She lightly batted my hand away and held it up to my lips. 

I took a sip and nearly spit it back out. I wiped at my lips and stared at the apple juice coloured drink. 

“What did you taste?”

“Nutella?” I whispered. 

She laughed and took the drink away. I stared at it still confused. 

“Nectar. The drink of the gods. How much has your satyr told you?”

I swallowed hard and looked at my bandaged hands, still trying to wrap my head around it. 

“Names have power,” I started off slowly. Annabeth nodded in encouragement. 

“The Gods of Olympus are real?”

“Yeah, that’s pretty much it. There’s tons more to it, but I’ll let you heal up more before I blow your mind up.” She got up to leave but my hand shot out and I grabbed her wrist with surprising speed. 

“Wait- no. You can’t just drop that on me, the gods can’t be real. I’m Catholic. There is only one God. I’m not a child of- What?” She was staring hard at me and frowning.

“Your eyes. I didn’t realise they were grey.” 

“Yeah, my mum said I got the genetic lottery. My ancestors had lighter eyes.” She nodded but didn’t add onto what was bothering her. 

“If you can walk I can give you a tour.” I agreed and let her help me out of bed. A pair of shoes had been left by my bedside my old shoes nowhere to be found so I slipped them on and followed Annabeth out. Someone had thankfully put me in a proper shirt and I was in a faded orange shirt that read Camp Half-Blood with a pegasus on the front. 

Annabeth began to lead me around her camp, pointing out cabins and areas for training. Training for what I wasn’t sure. 

My body was tired but it wasn’t on the same level that it had been when I’d woken up. Breathing was easier and the pain in my hand was gone almost numb. We stopped in front of a grey building with an owl carved over the doorway and plain white curtains. 

I felt a similar tug in my gut like I had down on the hill and started towards the building. 

“Hey wait you can’t!” Annabeth cried as I walked up the steps. The tug was so strong I thought I was going to drop to my knees. I touched the owl on the doorway, my fingertips grazing the wings and felt another ripple of energy like I’d just walked through a forcefield. 

“Caitlin.” I turned to Annabeth and she was staring at me hard again, except she was focused on something above my head. I frowned and looked up, the shape of a silvery owl hovered just above my head, it’s wings outstretched over me. 

“All hail, Caitlin, daughter of Athena, goddess of Wisdom,” she whispered with a grin and dropped to her knee. Other people around her applauded and sunk to their knee as well. 

[tremendoussaladtyrant]

Fall out - Marauders Era - Young Sirius Black x Reader

Hi, there might be some minor mistakes and I am sorry about that. I don't proof read because um I don't have the time with school work and everything else going on in my life.  I was nervous about posting this because of the drinking but I have provided a warning so please do not read if drinking is a touchy subject for you. Any how, here is another Sirius x reader thingy (I kind of wanted 2 do an imagine for someone else but I am getting a lot of inspiration revolving around Sirius and like building on James and Y/N’s friendship). Hope you enjoy x

Synopsis: Reader falls out with a friend and turns to alcohol, the readers friends and boyfriend take care of them. (This is gender neutral). Angst!

Warnings: one tiny whiney sexual reference and drinking (if I stage this in there last year of Hogwarts then as they would be around 18, it is not underaged in Britain where Harry Potter is set. To me this does not make it underage drinking).

Being a member of the Gryffindor Quidditch team has its perks; such as, the popularity that comes with being on the team, the friends and an assured invite to any after game soirées. It does, as well come with less than positive attributes, for instance practice can prove to be gruelling at times; however, despite the negatives, Quidditch is still a passion of yours.

You have just won a match, Gryffindor has just won a match; however, what should have been a time of celebration for you has morphed into a time of worry. Plastering a phoney smile upon your face, you pretend nothing is wrong so as not to bring down the elation of the rest of the team but the worry for your seemingly lost friendship still lingers.

It had been an accident, after all why would you purposely use your bat to knock the bludger aiming for James (Potter) straight into the front of another players broom stick. You had just picked an empty spot, raised your bat and brought it down upon the bludger effectively sending it souring away. Anne had just been in the wrong place at the wrong time, she had zoomed right into the once empty spot where you had aimed the bludger as you sent it hurtling away from you. It had just nicked her broom stick, the force taking most of the metal at the front of the broom off, ruining its clean polished look but not knocking Anne off or injuring her in any way. In your eyes this was an accident but she had not seen it that way though, this you had realised when she stormed off the pitch back to the Ravenclaw common rooms after giving you an ill-tempered look.

“Why so glum chum?” James says jokingly, poking you in the side and making your body jerk upwards in surprise. You exclaim slightly, proceeding to give James an evil stare; you squinting your eyes, pouting your lips almost comically. “We played great, you played great! What could possibly be spoiling this moment for you?”

You sigh, before relenting and explaining the cause of your somber mood. “It’s Anne, you saw what happened with her broom. I did not mean to do it though, you’ve got to believe me James!” you say, voice wavering slightly.

James grimaces knowing full well what had occurred between you and your friend around forty minutes earlier. “She will come around (Y/N)”, before James can say anything else you are greeted by your ecstatic boyfriend, Peter, and Remus. Sirius is belting out a slightly pitchy rendition of we are the champions which James, sending a last worried look at you, starts to join in on.

Arms wrap around your waist and you feel your back press against a strong chest, “Are you trying to break my eardrums?” You laugh half-heartedly, trying to again morph your expression into one of great gaiety rather than one of worry and an underlying guilt for the damage you had caused.

“Is this your way of telling me I can’t sing?” Sirius says bending down to your height and nipping slightly at your earlobe before bringing his lips up to your ear and gruffly whispering “because I already know my singing skill is non-existent, however my skills in the bedroom are far more advanced”.

You shriek and push away from him “Sirius Black!” you exclaim looking accusingly at him but he only grins.

“What doll? Is it not true?” he teases. You only hum in annoyance before entwining your fingers with his and pulling him forwards trying to catch up with the other Marauders who already started making their way up to the castle, your mood slightly lifted for the time being.

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By the time you had finished changing back into your robes and had headed down from your dorm room to the Gryffindor common room a party was in full swing. A confinement charm had been cast over the common room so that the music pumping out from two large speakers would not alert any of the teachers patrolling the corridors. As much as you would have liked to be, you really are not in the mood to party, all you wanted to do was sleep but seeing as the party was hosted to honour the success of the Quidditch team it would seem strange if you did not show up.

One thing that caught your eyes as you made your entrance to the common room was the two tables lining the room that seem to be full of food and drink, most likely either stolen from the kitchens or bought by one of the Marauders on one of their secret escapades to Hogsmeade under James invisibility coat. The drinks range from butter bear to alcoholic beverages, such as fire whiskey. The latter you knew from experience proved to be very strong. Going over to the table you pick up a bottle of fire whiskey and bring it up to your lips. Taking a rather large gulp you feel a warm sensation spreading first from your mouth, down your throat and to your stomach. Anne in mind, you drink more, making an attempt to drown out the sorrow brought by the loss of her friendship.

True to your expectations it did not take long to get you drunk, your head hammers and you feel slightly nauseated. Hands clasping another bottle of fire whiskey, you turn planning to find somewhere to sit down, but the sudden movement takes its tole on your balance and you fall only to be caught by none other than Remus Lupin.

“(Y/N) what on earth have you done?” Remus speaks slowly and sternly holding you at arm’s length and looking you straight in your eyes.

“I drunk some drinkies Reme” you reply, eyes glossy and on the verge of tears “I’m so sad, Anne hates me Rem and I broke her broom but I didn’t mean it, I didn’t mean it, I didn’t”. Your voice is slurring as you speak and Remus’s arms holding you tighten trying to stop you from swaying.

“You didn’t mean it, it’s all going to be okay, now let us go search for Sirius and we can have him bring you up to your bedroom” Remus’s voice in comforting and he looks at you almost sadly.

Tears begin to cascade down your face as you pull Remus into a hug, “You’re such a good friend, Reme” you murmur into his shirt. He grimaces at the nickname James had appointed him a couple weeks before but hugs you back nether the less before pulling away and spiriting you off to find Sirius.

You find both Sirius and James sprawled haphazardly on the couch, Sirius sipping on a fire whiskey of his own and James sticking to butter beer. “Well well well, what do we have here?” Sirius says smiling as he spots both you and Remus; the smile quickly falls from his face as he sees the grimace on Remus’s face and the sad, forlorn look on yours. He sits up on the couch before addressing you. “Doll, what’s wrong?”

“I love you” You cry out before throwing yourself at him and landing on his lap. You snuggle into his chest and start to sob quietly, meanwhile Sirius mouths to Remus the words ‘is she drunk’ while rubbing your back comfortingly. Remus’s only grimace deepens and that is enough to give Sirius his answer.

“Is it about Anne?” James says, sitting up properly. You nod your head before looking up at Sirius and pressing your lips to his in an open mouth kiss.

Sirius pulls away after a while to ask, “What is wrong with you and Anne, babe?”. You don’t answer and only bury your head into his chest father. “It’s okay, we can talk about this in the morning” he murmurs bringing his lips to the top of your head and pressing a kiss to it. It doesn’t take you long to fall asleep in his arms, against his soft shirt; even with the party music still blasting out for the speakers.

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Groggily, you awaken from your sleep, your hangover making itself known as your head pounds. You find yourself sprawled half upon Sirius, half upon the couch beneath you both. You are still in the Gryffindor common room; however, it appears now to be morning rather than night because a soft glow is radiating in through the curtains which had not been fully pulled closed the night before. Sirius is looking down at you and when he notices your awake state he hums in delight, reaching his hand up to stroke your hair lovingly.

“Morning, love” he says his voice slightly deeper and husky, like it always is when he wakes up in the morning.

“G’morning” you murmur dragging out the ‘ning’.  You reach your hand up to trace his jawline, letting your fingers run along the bumps of stubble that he had let grow there.

“(Y/N), what was last night about?” Sirius says, finally bringing up the elephant in the room.

“I’m so sorry, it was stupid, really” You begin to say before Sirius cuts you off-

“It is not stupid” he says, wrapping a strand of your hair around one of his fingers as if he is trying to curl it.

“Fine, it is not stupid, but you saw what happened with Anne and that bludger” you explain and Sirius hums in response, still attempting to curl your messy hair with his fingers. “She just gave me this look after the game and well, it just upset me” you finish.

“It is okay to be upset (Y/N), but what is not okay is to think that alcohol will wash your problems away. Been there done that, it didn’t work”

“I’m sorry”, you begin but he unwraps his finger from your hair and brings it up to your lips, pressing lightly.

“You do not need to be sorry to me doll, if anything its your body you need to be apologising to”

“That sounds like a classic mum line Sirius!”

“Well, I made it into a cute and concerned boyfriend line”

“And here you are, just assuming that your cute”, your voice is teasing and you prod him lightly in the chest.

“Are you going to deny it princess?” he retorts, a smirk working its way onto his face.

“humph” is all you reply with hugging your body closer to his.

“Just promise me you won’t do that again”, Sirius says quietly his arms that had wrapped themselves around you tighten ever so slightly.

“Promise”, is all you say before basking in the sweet moment being shared between you two.

[wildly-lost-lantern]

High Life

A/N: Hi guys! It’s Wildly here. I’m not ready to post the next chapter of SPS so I wrote a Mingi one shot thingy? Hope this is good lmao. This is my first shot at smut so please be nice 

Genre: Fluff, smut, pwp

Ateez Song Mingi x Female Reader

Word Count: 1566

Warning: marijuana usage, unprotected sex (BE SAFE KIDDOS), oral on a male, um this is just pwp yall. Idk man its not crazy rough?

It was a calm Saturday evening the first time your boyfriend caught you smoking weed. It was nothing new for you, but he didn’t expect to find you stoned when he decided to surprise you after his shift at the library ended. You two had been together for about a year, and he had a key to your apartment. So, when he walked in just to see you laying on your couch watching some stupid stand up special on Netflix, he wasn’t surprised. However, the powerful scent of marijuana hit him like a truck. He had smoked a few times in his earlier years of university, but it had been a while.

“Y/N? You okay?” He sounded concerned, but mostly amused at your relaxed state. The lopsided grin you gave him was intended to make you seem more sober, but he saw through you.

“Mingi! Why are you here? I didn’t think you’d be coming over babes,” was your slowed response. He simply laughed and picked your legs up, placing them on his lap.

“Are you high?” He raised his eyebrow at you, obviously knowing the answer. You simply giggled and went back to zoning out at the tv.

That was the first time he had seen you high, but eventually it became something you two both did to relax after midterms and finals. By the end of your college experience, just before you two were set to graduate, you two had officially become the schools ‘stoner couple’. Not that you were complaining. You lived in a state where it was legal, after all.

On the night of your graduation, after all the celebrations with each of your families, you had finally gotten to go home. Your beautiful boyfriend had a surprise for you.

“You didn’t!” You shouted as you opened the door to your apartment. The two of you had finally moved in together and sitting on the coffee table (the one he picked out) when you walked inside, was a pastel pink bong. One that you had been wanting for a while.

“Congratulations baby.” He said when you had turned around and hugged him tighter than should be possible for your small body. You simply kissed him, hoping that your gratitude was shown.

“I got you something too, Hun,” You said as you turned to go under the entertainment center. You picked up a small box, blushing as you turned to him. He opened the small box, and you watched with bated breath. When he pulled the small bracelet from the box, you looked away.

“Y/N…it’s beautiful,” his voice was just barely above a whisper. It was a cheesy little bracelet. “What does it say?” he asked, grabbing your soft hand in his larger one.

“Hakuna matata, as you usually say when I start to get too stressed. I hoped it would remind you to take a breath when you start to get stressed and overwhelmed,” you told him, a soft smile sitting on your painted lips. He put the beaded bracelet on his wrist, admiring the way Morse Code was done.

“I love it. And I love you. Why don’t we celebrate our way, babe?” he said with his signature smirk, nodding his head toward your new piece. You nodded happily.

Within ten minutes, the both of you were cuddled up on the couch, watching some new movie. You with your hair in a bun, make up wiped off, one of his soft t-shirts, and your favorite pair of sleep shorts. Him with his favorite pair of grey sweatpants, a loose white t-shirt, and his red hair pushed off his face. You passed the beautiful pink glass piece to him, slowly letting out the smoke from your lungs. Everything was hazy, and you felt wonderful. He tapped the edge of the bowl, mumbling something about it being cashed. You just shrugged.

“Fuck. Mingi, I love you.” You said, laying your head on his shoulder. You giggled softly, whispering, “We did it. We fucking graduated baby.” He simply rubbed your thigh, leaning his head back. When you glanced back up at his face, you saw the smooth expanse of his throat. Before you could stop yourself, you started kissing it, loving the way his skin felt on your lips.

“What do you think you’re doing, hmm?” He turned his head to look at you, his eyes slightly darkened. You shrugged.

“I miss the feeling of your skin, that’s all,” you muttered as you swung one leg on to the other side of his hips, effectively straddling his waist. All he did was groan lightly. You kissed him deeply, the fuzziness of the drugs making every feeling heightened. His fingers gripped your thighs tightly. Suddenly, you both were overcome with an intense hunger for each other.

“Bedroom, now,” He growled against your lips, and you didn’t hesitate to move off him and head upstairs to the bedroom you shared. With him right behind you, the excitement between your legs grew. The moment the door closed, you had dropped to your knees, silently begging him to let you taste him. “So eager tonight. Isn’t that right, doll?” he grabbed your face gently, smiling at you.

“Yes, please. Let me suck you off, please babe,” you whimpered at him, gripping the waist band of his sweats. He smiled at you, nodding once. Before you could even think about it, you had pulled his pants and boxers halfway down his thighs, grabbing his hard cock. You took the head past your hips, and in one motion you had it halfway in your mouth. His soft groan from above you made you look up at him, everything still fuzzy and warm around the edges. You could feel your slick gathering up in your panties, but you couldn’t care less. You stared up at his face as you started to bob your head up and down his cock. What you couldn’t fit in your mouth you stroked with your right hand. As you picked up speed, and became sloppier, he grabbed your hair in a tight handful.

“Fuck, babe. I can’t wait any longer,” He said as he pulled away from your mouth. A soft whine tore through your throat, and he just laughed. He helped you up and kissed you with so much hunger that your head started to spin. You reach up and started to take his top off, pulling away when you get him to cooperate. He took your (his) shirt off, kicking his pants and boxers away shortly after. You both met on the bed once more, locking lips as if you had been away from each other for years. As he pulled away from your lips, he pulled your shorts and panties down, a soft moan tumbling past your lips as his fingers trailed along your thighs.

“God, just please fuck me Mingi, I can’t wait any longer. Please!” You whined out, spreading your legs widely for him. He groaned at the sight of you laid out, begging for him to take you. Nonetheless, he did as you asked, using one hand to line up his delicious cock to your entrance. In one movement he was buried deep in your wet heat. He leaned down to kiss and bite along your collarbones, drawing whines and moans from you. You wrapped one leg around his hips, begging him to just pound into you hard and fast. And he did. He gripped your right hip in his hand, pulling back to slam into you. The headrest of your bed slammed into the wall, and you cried out his name. He set a brutal pace, fucking you into the bed as if he hadn’t just had sex with you three nights ago.

“Fuck, you feel so good baby. Always so good for me, Y/N” he says in your ear as you grip his shoulders. He wasn’t letting up his pace, not that you wanted him to. You whimpered and whined, looking at him with a fucked-out expression. This only egged him on. He used one hand to start playing with your clit, groaning loudly when your walls tightened on him. You could feel your orgasm quickly approaching, the knot in your belly getting tighter with every thrust.

“Mingi, I’m gonna come! Please, fuck, don’t stop,” You moaned out his name louder. He smiled at you and picked up the pace of his fingers.

“Yeah, come for me baby. I wanna feel you come on my dick,” He groaned lowly in your ear, resting his forehead on your shoulder. Before you even noticed, you were moaning out loudly, back arching off the bed as you came. He followed shortly after, the way your pussy clenched down on him too much for him to hold back any longer. The two of you stayed connected, a tangle of limbs, as you both tried to catch your breath. Mingi pulled out of you and rolled over, pulling you into his side.

“That was amazing, babe,” you said, nuzzling into his chest slightly. He rubbed your back, kissing the top of your head.

“I’ll go get a washcloth.” He said, getting out of bed. You heard the sink turning on, and then off, and he returned soon after. He cleaned you up, and himself, before returning to bed with you. Soon, you both slipped into a blissful sleep, tangled in each other’s arms.

[dreamingawaydolan]

Motorcycle Man {E.D}

Summary: What happens when Y/N gets caught up in a nasty protest and her options are run or go to jail and her only option to get away is a mysterious man and his motorcycle.

Authors Note: Wow two post in a couple days how’s that for being active. Anyway let me know if yall want a part 2 

Request: Open

Y/N Pov:

“Sooo” I say to the motorcycle man still not knowing his name even though he was my run away driver basically next to me “ sorry” I awkwardly laugh. He just looks over at me and shakes his head while letting up a small huff. I mean I don’t blame the dude I did get him arrested but it was for a good cause. Let me take you back to the beginning of this whole catastrophe.

“MAKE MEMORIES NOT MONEY” I yell while holding my sign up that says “playground are here to play not take down” I’m currently at a protest to keep my local park playground standing. I grew up going to the park, I had my first kiss here, I met my best friend Stef who is here with me here. This park in Long Valley New Jersey means so much to me.

And I will be damned if I let some rich assface come and take it down to put up apartment buildings like we already have enough places to live what the crap take it down a notch satan. I was about to yell but all the sudden there were police sirens coming our way. “ Shit” I say under my breath

“ Umm Y/N we aren’t breaking any laws right” Stef says asking since cops were coming to us “ Not that I know of we are just peacefully protesting” I smile while screaming “ Make memories not money” as loud as I could

The cops get out of the car and the protesters start to get angsty  and yell more which isn’t a good idea oh my god this isn’t going to end well

“ Miss what do you think your doing” An officer says to me while looking me up and down. “ Well Mr.officer I am simply enjoying the park I grew up in is there a problem” I sweetly say while holding my sign up

“ Y/N lets just go” Stef says tugging on my shirt “ No” I say standing my ground we aren’t breaking any laws so there’s no problem with us protesting. Stef and me are pretty opposite she’s one stand back and watch something happen while I am the complete opposite if I see something going down or something bad happening I will 100% say something. Despite being pretty small I can put up a good fight. My nana always said “ Stand up for those who can’t stand for themselves”

“ Yes quite a few miss you miss you and your hippie friends are being very noisy and people aren’t okay with that so you need to pack up you posters and peace signs and get outta here” The cops snickers at me.

Before I could respond Crazy Cameron as we like to call him tackles the cop. AHH no this was not part of the plan shit shit shit ahh crap were screwed ahh!!! I know the cops are gonna try to take all of us in with crazy cameron. This dude I swear we call him crazy for a reason. My first instinct is to run and well that’s what I do not the best idea but that’s what my body does.

As I’m running I hear the cops yelling telling everybody to stop running but no one listens. As I’m running I think about everything that just happened. I’m running from the cops would my nana be proud. Hell yeah she was doing this when she was 15 and here I am doing it at 19. I turn a corner still running from a random cop that started running after me. Luckly for me he was a little out of shape which was a plus for me.

As I turn the corner I see some dude on his motorcycle getting ready to leave. I jump on the back not even thinking and tell him to drive “ Who the- what the- Who the hell are you” He says abruptly standing up.

“ A girl who is in desperate need to get the hell out of here so like I said before DRIVE” I say putting my hands on his shoulder and pushing him on the seat. I’ve never been on a motorcycle this day keeps getting more and more exciting.

“Hey stop right there” The cops yells. I tell motorcycle man to not listen to him and drive he trys to objectify but it doesn’t work. He puts his hands on the two thingys and the roaring sound echoes through the alley.

We slowly but surely get out of the alley and take a back road somewhere. Was it a good idea to hop on the back of some randoms dude motorcycle no. For all I know he could be plotting my death or he could even worse take me to the cops oh shit I really did not think this through.

After losing the cop he pulls the motorcycle over and takes off his helmet “ Okay what the hell” He says standing up. I follow his action “ Protest gone wrong” I say while looking where we are. I kinda recognize the area this is where my nana lived.

“ So why are the cops running after you” He questions while looking me straight in the eye. Crap maybe going to jail would have been ever. This man was towering over me my 5’5 height had nothing on him.

His voice was low and raspy but with a hint of softness kinda like the fall leaves blowing with the wind. He was obviously muscular you could tell even though he his jacket engulfed him. He looked around my age maybe a couple years older than me. Looking at his sad scruff he couldn’t be over 24.

“ Because Crazy Cameron isn’t just called crazy for nothing” As he was about to open his mouth the cop car pulls up right beside us. I was about to run again but the cop caught me before I could. “ I did nothing” I scream before they put me in the car.

I hope they don’t take the dude in too he seemed like a nice person kinda apart from him being intimidating as hell. “Ay you aren’t gonna cuff me up” I asked confused “ I could pull out a knife or a firecracker” I add they just laugh at me and drive off to the jail. Oh man I hope stef is alright.

I was about to fall asleep but when I heard someone plop next to me on the bench. It was the motorcycle dude. Crap they took him in too, we really didn’t do anything wrong besides run from the cops. He surprisingly looked really calm considering we were handcuffed to a bench in the middle of a very run down jail.  

After awhile of silence I decided to say something “Sooo” I say to the motorcycle man still not knowing his name even though he was my run away driver basically next to me “ sorry” I awkwardly laugh. He just looks over at me and shakes his head while letting up a small huff. I mean I don’t blame the dude I did get him arrested but it was for a good cause. Save the playground!

“ Come on again it’s like you’re in here once a week” Bob the chief says while taking a bite of his apple. “ What can I say I have a passion for standing up for people” I remark. Bob and my dad are friends so he usually gets me out of things like this. If it weren’t for him I would be here a lot more than I already am.

Bob just laughs and walks away fixing his belt “ Ay you gonna get me out of these things I knew it was too good to be true about not being handcuffed” I mumble the last part under my breath. I sigh in defeat and lay my head back on the cold brock wall.

“ What was the protest about” Motorcycle man says in a nicer tone than before “ These ass wipes are trying to tear down the park by 21st street” I say he just laughs “ You got me arrested over a park?! Your kidding oh my god seriously? I had a date tonight you know? With a hot chic and I’m stuck here in cuffs because you held a protest over a park” He says with the same tone from earlier this guy is kinda a douche.

I was about to snap back at him and say it wasn’t just a park before Bob came over with the key. “ Listen if I see you in here one more time you’re done” And with that he unlocks me and douchebag mc.fart face. “Trust me you won’t I promise” I give him a kiss on the check and head out the main doors giving a high five to one of the tatted up man that was talking to the front desk lady.

As I walk outside I see the motorcycle dude walk past me “ It’s not just a park” I yell loud enough that he can hear me he turns his head in my direction for a second before putting on his helmet and driving off with his infamous motorcycle.

After everything that happened that night I still did not know motorcycles man name. “ Have fun on your date” I whisper to myself as I walk home

Part 2????

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Afternoon Pick Me Up

Okay so after my last drabble request for G’Anna, I felt like we all needed some holy water. So this is all fluff no smut sweetness.Drabble #12

It was your normal routine, every day at 12:45 you would walk the two blocks down to this amazing family run café that had been in business for over 50 years now. You loved it not only for the amazing food and beverages but for the historical significance of being one of the first black own business in your town post Civil Rights Movements. You absolutely loved the Clark family and what they did for the community, what they represented and comfort food that reminded you of the best parts of home. The family matriarch Alice Clark know affectionately as Alice the Great was 80 and still going strong but you like other regulars and family members had started to notice Alice The Great slowing down a bit. Still feisty as ever she insists on both working the front counter interacting with all of her customers and creating all the delicious treats that come out of the kitchen. Over the course of past weeks, you noticed a new face in the café. He was undeniably handsome. His face was round with full distinctive cheekbones that took over his whole face when he smiled. His eyes were bright, playful and mischievous. You could definitely see a hint of cockiness in him but for some reason on him, it attracted you to him just a little bit more. There was also something familiar about him that you couldn’t quite put your finger on. It was on the tip of your mental tongue but you just simply shrugged it off.  

You couldn’t help but steal the occasional glance at him while waiting for your order. Sometimes it felt as though he too was stealing glances when you accidentally made eye contact one day. The blush was imminent, and you felt it throughout your whole body. You quickly gathered up your order and left to go back to the office. Sitting at the cozy outdoor patio set you were so distracted by split-second eye contact you forgot about your slice of banana pecan bread and lemon hibiscus tea. It was just a few seconds but it felt like magic. You took a deep breath and sighed at the thought of the handsome stranger. “This is crazy, I don’t even know his name and already I’m wondering what that mouth do…” you gasped suddenly realizing you’d said your thoughts out loud while still at work as you alarm on your watch sounded alerting you your break was about over. It was also then than you looked at your neglected snack and drink and shook your head at yourself in disbelief that you were so wrapped up you’d forgotten to eat.

 That following weekend you had a girl’s trip planned so your normal daily trips to the café didn’t occur. On Monday afternoon you discovered that for some reason you seemed more excited to go into work that day. You got up a little earlier spent a little more time on hair and make up than you normally would followed by trying on different outfits before deciding on what to wear. Weren’t entirely sure why you just chalked it up to still feeling yourself from a fabulous girl’s weekend. Right before your break, you took a moment to give yourself a double check your make-up in the mirror. Touching up your foundation a little bit and reapplying your lippy while still at your desk. “All I want to know is what is his name and when are we meeting him?” You turned to look at friend and co-worker Jai giving her a quizzical look. “Oh don’t play dumb now. All weekend long I knew something was up with you. We were at KCon NYC, fine men as far as the eye could see. You had several flirting with you, offering to take us out for soju and you couldn’t have been more pre-occupied and not really interested. Now I didn’t say anything because I know you’re still kinda sensitive since you and Jooheon split up but that was a whole 8 months ago, but whats up?! There’s a change in you. I see it. I know that’s the ‘I’m scoping a man’ outfit you’re wearing, I just want to know who he is?!” “What. No. Listen I’m just feeling really good after our weekend and wanted to dress up a little bit more today that’s all. As for the random guys from KCon there were way to sketchy to go and have soju with in the mood I was in after all the bottles we had already consumed. And I checked my make-up because its kinda hot in here and I don’t want to go around looking like my face is melting. Now I’m heading over to The Corner Stone do you want me to bring you something back?” “Bring me back a slice of lemon pound cake and tell Alice The Great I said hi and I’ll see her soon.”

While making the short walk to the café you thought to yourself had you gotten dressed up for the handsome stranger? Was he the reason you weren’t really feeling anyone from the past weekend? As you approached the door you gave your reflection a quick once-over before you walked inside. You couldn’t deny the tinge of disappointment you felt as you looked to the left and didn’t see the handsome stranger sitting in his usual spot. “Hey Baby Girl! I got your favorite chocolate pound cake today!” You smiled brightly and laughed as Alice the Great greeted you herself from behind the counter. “Oh and you look so cute today all dressed up and glowing  “Thank you, Ms. Alice. Its so good to see you! I’ll have that along with a sweet ice coffee, oh and a slice of lemon pound cake and a lemon hibiscus tea please.” “Lemon pound cake and a lemon tea, I know Jai’s order anywhere and why is she not here with you today?” It always amazed you how she still remembered just about all of her customers by name as well as their favorite orders. “Yes ma’am that is for Jai and has lunch with a client but you know she’s can’t resist your pound cake Ms. Alice.” “I was hoping I would see you today. ATG, I’ve got this order.” The velvety baritone of the voice wrapped around you like a cloak. Turning slightly you came face to face with the handsome stranger who was smiling brightly at you while carrying on friendly banter with Alice The Great. You wanted to speak but being so up close to him, seeing just how handsome he was and how incredible he smelled you felt your mouth go dry and you brain became hazy as you tried to form words. “Oh oh no I couldn’t-“ “Hush child, yes you can. Thank you Kwon. Cash only I don’t trust you” Alice The Great said with a laugh. “Alice The Great! I caught you cheating at cards last night but I’m the one that can’t be trusted.” You looked back and forth confused at the conversation between the two not quite understanding what was going on. “G’Anna, have you met Kwon yet? He’s my assistant.” “I’m actually her nurse but she treats me like her assistant.” Kwon said with a big laugh. “Hi, I’m Kwon Hyuk-Woo or Loco. My friends call me Loco. Please call me Loco.” “You two go sit down, and I’ll have Cameron bring over your order.” Just as you’re about to protest Loco’s phone rang and he excused himself. “Its about time you two stopped making googly-eyes at each other and finally say hello. I mean it has been nearly two months if you young people are going to flirt at least use your words. Y’all spend so much time on those phones of yours I think sometimes y’all forget how to use your words. Your faces aren’t those little picture thingies yall send to each other” Alice The Great scolded you with a laugh and a playful smile. “Now I happened to know he’s got a crush on you because he asked me about you and when he didn’t see you this past weekend he was honestly a bit sad and I told him to be bold the next time he saw you and if he didn’t bust a move I would do it for him. Hmmph” “Ms. Alice!” You were honestly surprised by all the information octogenarian had just laid before you. “Now go sit down and have a nice conversation with him, he’s a nice young man and he raps, I didn’t understand it but he was having fun so go talk to him.”

Not one to argue with your elders you smiled, thanked Alice The Great once again and walked to take a seat outside under a patio umbrella. To your surprise, it wasn’t Cameron who brought out your order but Loco himself. The way he looked at you made you completely melt, you’re natural reaction was to simply blush and look off to the side as you try to gather up your thoughts. “Why are you so cute when you blush? Last week Thursday you had on this amazing green top with those grey pants and I couldn’t keep my eyes off of you and you caught me staring, and just when I thought I would be brave and speak to you, you got your order and ran out. I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable; that was never my intentions you are simply beautiful and I couldn’t resist taking you in. Ms. Alice also caught me looking and called me out on it.” He said with a huge laugh and smile causing you to laugh and breaking the nervousness that you had. Then it hit you, the thing that had been itching at the back of your mind since the first time you laid eyes on him you knew him, well not exactly knew him, but you knew of him. Your eyes went wide as your mouth dropped open and the realization fully set in. “Oh My God You’re LOCO!” You wished that you could have taken a picture of the shock on his face as you recognize him. “Oh my God, you’re Loco, you’re Da Da Da, Hold Me Tight, Movie Shoot Loco!!!!” Taking a long sip of his drink he flashed you a bright smile. “Oh, so you already know what my mouth can do. I’m sorry I’m just playing, I’m really kinda surprised you know my work.” “I’m surprised you’re moonlighting as a nurse.” He laughed at your remark clearly enjoying the banter “Well every up and coming has a regular hustle. Being a nurse is mine. I was really close to my grandparents growing up so I’ve got a bit of a soft spot for the elderly. I would pop in here from time to time whenever I was in the neighborhood and Cameron asked if I wouldn’t mind taking the job of looking after Alice The Great so of course I said yes.” The alarm on your watch sounded reminding you that your break was nearly over, his smile lightly waivered at the signal that your time together was up. “So I guess that means you’ve got to go back to work huh?” “Sadly it does but you know, I’ll see you tomorrow?” “Why not seeing me tonight. I’ve been wanting to ask you out to dinner for a few weeks now and I’m officially shooting my shot. I would love to take you out to dinner tonight.” You couldn’t hide the surprise and excitement in your voice as you quickly accepted the invitation quickly exchanging information and hurrying back off to make it to work. You practically floated into your chair as Jai sat with her head tilted giving you her best judging you quizzical expression. “So you going to tell me what happened so do I have to pry it out of you?” “Umm well, I may have a date… later tonight…” “I KNEW IT!!! Who is it and tell me everything!” Just as you were about to explain about your handsome mystery stranger the clearing of a throat gathered your attention. Loco was standing in front of your desk with a mixed bouquet of lovely spring flowers. “I couldn’t wait to see your face again and find out where you wanted to go to dinner tonight.” Before you could give a proper answer you couldn’t help but lower your eyes as a blush took over your whole being and an admiring chuckle from Loco. “Damn why are you so cute when you blush…”