.....yeah sorry i should leave now

anonymous asked:

You have no obligation to provide free entertainment and I don't want to fuss, but could you at least post a little note on the comic's status, even if to announce that real life piled on and the comic is too much to handle? I appreciate the free art you've already given us, but leaving us hanging is kind of mean.

Sorry about that dude! I’ve been working on this comic almost every day, i also work now so that’s pushed Sabers’ progress back, but it’s one page away from being completely finished (Also cover page). 

It’s more that I update Twitter and my main Art Blog with news about Sabers more than I do here (which is ironic cause this is the Sabers tumblr lol). I tend to forget that this account exists, (mainly because the comic hasn’t been updating;;) The last page of chapter 5 is about to be colored, so that means in a week or two (hopefully), Sabers will update. I never intend to leave people hanging, and asking is ofc welcomed. I’m too passionate about this project to NOT say something, it’s just this account was forgotten in all this shit, and also I’ve been absent from Tumblr in general lately, but that’ll change when updates resume. 

If you want frequent updates from me, I strongly urge ya’ll to follow my Twitter, as I’m on it every day and I blabber about Sabers almost everyday. I even post comic wips whenever I’m working on it, so yeah. Sometimes I forget I do have other accounts that need to be updated and not everyone follows all the other accounts. So very sorry about that yall! 

Have some wips tho: 

Take a Chance

The gifset of Dean giving himself that little pep talk from 7x04 inspired me to write this. Dean x Reader, Dean’s POV. Hope you like :)

For fuck’s sake, Dean, you’ve done this a thousand times. You can charm a woman without even breaking a sweat. Why are you so damn nervous?

Because, dumbass, it’s Y/N. This time it’s not some random bar chick that I’ll probably never lay eyes on again. And I don’t want to mess things up. I don’t want to do something that’ll make everything all awkward.

I just want… I just want to be with her. Whatever that means. And I don’t even know how to say that without making things all fucking weird.

Just tell her the truth. Well, the surface truth. Say you’re bored. Take a chance.

She doesn’t need to know you hate being in a separate room from her, that you miss being around her. That you feel not all there when she’s not around, like a piece is missing. That you’re dying to touch her. Like really touch her.

Okay. Here’s her door. Just heard a noise, so you know she’s awake. So knock already.

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Essays in Existentialism: Rivals

Clarke and Lexa are rival cheerleading captains with a little too much sexual tension. They both stay in the same hotel with their teams for a competition.

“I want absolutely no fraternization,” the coach said as he placed his hands on his hips and moved up and down the sidewalk in front of the hotel. “There will be no pranking, no fighting, no yelling, no touching, no post cards, no letters, no hugging, no anything, with the opposing team. Am I understood?”

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1. Iwatobi Swim Club Appreciation Party
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Asahi: There! Alright, gonna swim to our heart’s content again today!

Makoto: Asahi, you really are spirited. Aren’t you tired from the time trial yesterday?

Asahi: What are you talking about!? I was so excited since yesterday I couldn’t contain myself the whole night at home, it was awful! Like Sis was totally yelling at me for being loud and stuff.

Ikuya: You’re such a muscle-brain.

Asahi: What the hell!? Didn’t you also say “I’ll definitely swim faster!” yesterday!?

Ikua: …! I did say that, but…

Asahi: And anyway, you’re good at long distance swimming, right? Isn’t it a little too soon for you to be exhausted?

Ikuya: They are different things.

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she-is-made-of-outer-space  asked:

We live next door to each other and I can see you through the window while you’re dancing to your iPod in your flannel pajamas and disheveled hair and God you’re a dork” AU. Please! Your bellarke fics are positively wonderful!

Thanks for the prompt! Hope you like it! AO3

Living in college apartments is… not glamorous. Walls are thin, pipes are thinner, and working air conditioning is a luxury. But it’s not terrible, Clarke finds, as long as you have excellent roommates to share in how much it objectively sucks. Raven and Anya fit that bill, so she considers herself lucky.

Plus, their windows open into an alleyway between their apartment building and the next. Which might not sound like a plus, but when the alternative is street facing windows that do nothing to stop the sounds of drunk college students when you’re trying to sleep the night before a midterm—the difference is staggering.

So, suffice it to say, Clarke largely likes her apartment. It’s great, for what it is.

Until it betrays her.

The first thing Bellamy Blake says when he comes in for his shift at the bookstore—the Monday morning shift, that, unfortunately, she shares—is, “Nice moves last night, Princess.”

Most of the time, Bellamy is full of shit, but as he shucks off his jacket the smirk on his face says he’s getting away with something, so she quickly runs through the events of the previous night, searching for any instances of embarrassment he might have been privy to.

…and comes up with nothing. She didn’t go out after she’d come back from class, and she and Raven didn’t get drunk, precluding any chance that she’d sent out some drunken snapchats he might have seen. (She has him on snapchat for bookstore-related emergencies, alright?) In fact, she spent most of the night working on her chem lab assignment, finally finishing around midnight, so really, there’s nothing for him to have seen.

So she scoffs, dismissive, and keeps working, only mildly interested in what kind of scheme he’s running.

“What are you talking about?” she asks, clicking through their schedule to see if they have any deliveries scheduled today.

He grins at her, wide, just when she spares him a glance, and she has to physically force it to not affect her. Because Bellamy Blake might be a snarky asshole, but that doesn’t make him any less… well, hot. Which is a whole other level of unfair.

“It’s nothing to be embarrassed about. Everyone needs to jam to Taylor Swift once in a while. It’s a good de-stressor. I’m not judging.”

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Fighting Panic

Requested: I was wondering if I could request a caring Shawn one where maybe you two get into a fight and you leave and then you have a panic attack or something and you call him and even though you two were fighting he still comes over and cares for you? Sorry if that didn’t make sense lol

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“Stop, y/n.” Shawn says, his voice full of anger. “You can’t keep holding it against me. It’s my career, my job, don’t you understand?”

You swallow hard, trying to keep your emotions in check. “I’m not holding it against you, Shawn. I just need to know you’re not forgetting about me!”

“I’m not, I don’t know why you would say that!” He says, his voice just as loud and terrifying as it was a minute ago. You can’t match his tone. You don’t know how to scream back at him, and you don’t want to.

“You’re always busy, and even when you’re not, you’re thinking about all the things you need to get done, which I get, but I feel like you don’t even remember that I’m here, that I’m your girlfriend.” You reply, honestly.

“How could I forget, y/n? I can’t forget, and I don’t.” He spits back.

You only wait a beat before replying, still trying to absorb his last words, “Do you want to?” You ask, your voice full of fear and sadness.

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anonymous asked:

How about the guys reacting to their partner, who's always had long hair, coming home with a stylish short cut? Who would panic at first? XD

Funny, I just got my hair cut today and it’s much shorter than I am used to hehe~ These scenarios aren’t all compliant to your exact request- but hair cuts have happened and the boys all have their own way of reacting. My personal favourite is Ignis because… *sighs dreamily* <3

Tagging: @blindbae, @itshaejinju, @hypaalicious, @rubyphilomela, and @the-lucian-archives :D <3


Noctis: Noctis had always liked your long hair. He liked to thread his fingers through your silky locks idly as he played on his phone or listened to you speak. It was a relaxing motion for him, and he absolutely loved the way your hair felt against his fingers. So when you arrived at his apartment one day with a short, stylish bob and a cute front-fringe, Noctis was a little upset.

“Why didn’t you… how could you… you didn’t even tell me!” Noctis cried out, his tone incredulous as he pointed at your new bob. You immediately teared up, thinking that Noctis absolutely hated your new look. You just wanted to try something different. You didn’t think Noctis would outright oppose your new look.

“I’m s-sorry!” you whimpered quietly, wringing your hands in front of you as your eyes misted over. Noctis immediately balked at your reaction to his questions and took a tentative step forward, his arms open and ready to bring you close. He stood apart from you for a few awkward moments as you stood in front of him, extremely upset about Noctis’ adverse reaction to your new haircut.

However, you suddenly felt his familiar touch on your head, threading through your hair pleasurably. Your eyes shot to his deep blue hues, wide in surprise.

“Huh?” you managed to ask, unintelligibly. Noctis blushed and averted his gaze from your face, still running his hand over your short hair.

“You look cute. And it feels nice. It really suits you… and stuff.”

You sniffled and managed to pull him in for a hug. He willingly conceded and you smiled against his chest.

Classic Noctis.


Prompto: Prompto’s been rallying you on about getting a haircut for the summer. He really liked the pixie cut look that he’d been seeing in all the photography and fashion magazines he was into lately. You, however, were comfortable hiding behind your long, wavy locks of hair.

Prompto didn’t really push you to make the change, but there were times he liked to talk about the possibility of having matching hair with you. He’d be really light hearted about it, but you would mostly feel bad for resisting his gentle prodding on the topic of your hair.

On your sunshine boy’s birthday, you decide to take the plunge and go to the hair salon and get your long locks cut into a stylish pixie cut. You ended up crying a little as huge chunks of your beautiful hair were being cut off. But then, you looked into the mirror with puffy red eyes at the end of the whole ordeal and found yourself breaking into a smile.

You looked pretty cute with short hair.

You met Prompto that afternoon, and insisted that he turn his back to you so that you could surprise him with your present. He was really excited, so he turned around immediately and submitted to your request. You carefully made your way towards him, suddenly feeling nervous about your hair and the way you looked. You weren’t quite so sure Prompto would like how it turned out. But you kept yourself moving forward until you stood directly behind your boyfriend. You tapped his shoulder tentatively.

“You can turn around now.”

He turned around, and for a moment, he didn’t seem to register that you were standing there in front of him. His clear blue eyes were clouded with slight confusion before they flew wide open in recognition.

“YOU LOOK AMAZING I LOVE YOU!” Prompto practically screamed into your face, wrapping you into a rather suffocating embrace. You grinned, happy that he was happy. You already missed your long hair, but you were overdue for a change. And besides, your hair would grow back in time.

The happiness Prompto exhibited with you on the day of his birthday: that was both timeless and priceless.


Gladio: You were livid when you realised that Gladio had accidentally chopped off more than half of your silky pony tail in the middle of one of his great sword manoeuvres during your training session. Gladio himself immediately dropped his weapon and quickly assumed a protective stance as he watched you tense up.

You were ready to pounce in anger- that much, he was sure of.

“You idiot! How many times do I have to tell you to watch where you swing that thing?!” you screeched, trying to bring whatever remained of your pony tail to the front of your face. There really wasn’t much left. You cried out in frustration and made a choking motion towards Gladio, who flinched away from your movements. “I could have been BEHEADED- we’re LUCKY it was only my hair!”

“Yeah babe, how lucky is that? We should be soooo happy about that-” Gladio tried to smile at you, but your glare was absolutely terrifying. Gladio gulped and stood in his spot, amber eyes averted to the ground, looking like a boy being scolded by his parents. The whole situation would have been comical to you if it hadn’t involved your favourite part of your body- your HAIR.

“SHUT UP AMICITIA! You… I can’t LOOK at you right now, Six… I’m out of here.” You stormed out of the training room, leaving Gladio behind looking extremely sorry, and slightly amused. He walked towards your beautiful locks which were simply lying on the training room floor, oblivious to their owner’s minor melt-down.

“Damn, I screwed up.”

That evening, you forced yourself up to the apartment you shared with Gladio, hoping that he wasn’t in. You timidly toyed with the ends of your very short, newly styled hair. You teared up a little bit- you had NEVER had short hair since you were called a tomboy back in pre-school for liking your father’s signature bowl cut. You liked being that girl with the nice, long, princess-like hair.

Gladio went and ruined that today with his macho moves in the training room. You heaved a loud sigh and pushed your front door open, slightly annoyed to find it unlocked. Gladio was already in.

“Babe, I made din- whoa…” Gladio trailed off as he walked into the room, carrying two steaming cup noodles in each hand. His mouth was agape and his beautiful face looked kind of stupid. You almost giggled, but you were feeling much too self-conscious to do so.

You gulped and glared at your boyfriend. “What the hell are you looking at, Gladio?” you said, peeved.

Gladio shrugged, placing the cup noodles onto the coffee table in the living room before approaching you slowly, eying you up and down. His eyes lingered on your face, and he reached out to cup his large palm on your cheek.

“You’re so beautiful. Damn… if I’d known you’d look this sexy with short hair, I would have shanked your hair off a long time ago…” Gladio trailed off, absolutely mystified with your new look. You flushed at his words and sharply tapped his hand away from your face.

“I… thanks Gladdy.” You relented with a sigh. Gladio smiled boyishly, warming your insides at the sight of his real smile, as he leaned down to press his lips gently against yours. You sighed into his chaste kiss before he pulled away and looped his hands around your waist securely.

“You’re gorgeous. Seriously. I’m gonna do the worst things to you tonight, but this time, you’ll be the one pulling my hair.”

You shivered in his hold and nodded, staring right into his hooded amber eyes.

“I look forward to it, Gladio.”


Ignis: You were in tears as Ignis tried to wash out the extremely sticky Crème Broulee remnants out of your loose, long hair. You whimpered as Ignis’ fingers tugged rather harshly on your strands. Ignis made soothing noises and sighed in a minor show of frustration.

“It’s no good dear, we’re going to have to-”

“NO!” you screamed, whirling on your boyfriend with upset tears in your eyes. “I can’t cut my hair! It’s my treasure!” you cry out emphatically, gesturing harshly at your ruined hair with your sticky fingers. Ignis merely offered you a sad look and shrugged his broad shoulders.

“I’m sorry sweet heart. It’s out of my hands now. Literally.” With that said, Ignis walked away to wash his hands, leaving you standing in front of the tent with your face fixed into a rather permanent looking pout. Noctis approached you, scissors in his hand.

You backed away from the prince, shaking your head slowly.

“No. Get the hell away from me, you psycho. You, of all people, are not to come anywhere NEAR my hair. My head, actually… DO YOU EVEN KNOW HOW TO USE THOSE?!” you cried out in surprise as Noctis drew even closer, his midnight blue eyes glinting at you in determination.

“I used to cut my own hair because I didn’t trust Ignis or the royal attendants to do it. They always cut it too short. Please, let me help you!” Noctis attempted to convince you, but his constantly apathetic tone didn’t do much to aid in that domain.

“Noct, no.”

“Y/n, yes.” Noctis replied back, still converging on you.

You felt a sudden surge of familiar magic envelope you and you tried to fight the headiness that took over. You attempted to keep your eyes open, but they slipped shut quickly, and you pitched forward into Noctis’ conveniently waiting arms.

The punk had used his ancient, royal magic to put you to sleep. So he could help cut your hair and fix your sticky predicament.

Wow. Just wow.

When you came to, you actually screamed when you ran your hand through your short locks. You jumped up and immediately went looking for Noctis, who was hiding behind an amused Gladio and equally scared Prompto.

“Shit, she’s awake Iggy!” Prompto squealed at the sight of you. You seethed, upset at the fact that you had your hair cut off without your consent. You turned towards Ignis, and stopped in your tracks at the soft look he was shooting your way. His moss green eyes blinked slowly at the sight of you, and you felt yourself begin to blush a little. You tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear and shrugged at Ignis.

“I look weird.”

“You look absolutely adorable, my darling cupcake.” Ignis said, his voice filled with adoration. You vaguely heard Gladio, Noctis and Prompto snigger at Ignis’ new term of endearment for you. Ignoring them, you stepped up towards Ignis and shyly looked up at him through your lashes, surprised to find your anger had quickly abated.

You had never seen Ignis’ gaze so soft before. You felt like you were about to melt into a puddle of goo right there and then in front of him.

“I do?” you questioned. Ignis nodded and brought his hands to gently cup your face in his glove-less palms. You sighed at the contact. You felt so loved that very moment.

He drew his face closer to yours and kissed you gently on the tip of your nose.

“You do. My precious cupcake.”

You ignored the giggles and chuckles erupting behind you and Ignis as you hugged your boyfriend, grateful for his positive reaction to your not-so-professionally cut short hair style.

You decided you’d let Noctis live. For now.

starry-paladin  asked:

SHIRO REVOKES KEITH'S DRIVING PRIVILAGES FOR A MONTH BECAUSE GOD DAMN IT SOMEONE WRAP HIM UP IN BUBBLE WRAP BEFORE ANOTHER INCIDENT OTL (Also they all become closer as a happy fam after this incident because I DEMAND FLUFF AFTER YOU RIP MY HEART OUT LIKE THAT SATAN OVERLORD 😂😂😂)

PREV: Keith and the kids got into an accident. (Satan’s and Satan Jr’s ask)

[The Voltron Family] Shiro drove his family back home and the whole time he was holding Keith’s hand, to which his husband found to be so extra. Their kids just giggled at the back. The kids recovered quickly and went back to school after a week. Keith was somehow still struggling to move in a first few weeks because of his broken ribs and Shiro took a month off to take care of him.

Keith: You didn’t have to do this, Shiro. Just go back to work. *groans*
Shiro: But who’s going to take care of you? Rejected.
Keith: It’s not like I’m going anywhere. *rolls eyes*
Shiro: Keith, please, let me… *rubs Keith’s hand* I just—
Keith: *cups Shiro’s face* Babe, I’ll still be here in this bed when you get home.
Shiro: *nuzzles Keith’s hand* But what if you need something and no one’s home? *looks sadly at Keith*
Keith: I’m a big boy, Takashi. *huffs* Don’t underestimate me. *smiles sadly* Hey, I’m not just gonna disappear and—
Shiro: *whispers* I almost lost you. *sobs*
Keith: *pulls Shiro into a hug* *starts rubbing his back for comfort* There, there. It’ll take a whole fleet of alien warships to kill me. *chuckles* Even then, I’ll keep coming back to life because there’s no way I’m going to let other people suffer from your stupid lame unfunny puns.
Shiro: Now you’re just being mean. 
Keith: *gives Shiro a peck on the lips* Go back to work on Monday, yeah?
Shiro: Only because you asked nicely. *slowly smiles*
Keith: Good. Now get out of here! *pushes Shiro away* Get the kids from school. I need to resume my one month of beauty rest.
Shiro: Fine. *smiles fondly* *stands up and then leans down to give Keith a kiss on the lips* I’ll be back, Sleeping Beauty. 

The whole time Keith was recovering, Lance, Pidge and Hunk spent a lot of time with him in bed. Mostly Hunk because he loved to cuddle his Daddy Keith the most and sometimes he would tell Keith a story he wrote on his own. 

Lance and Pidge would always help Shiro bring the trays that contained Keith’s food, until the day Keith can finally move and eat in the dining room, to which Lance would hold his Daddy Keith’s hand—in case he fell he’d gladly catch him. Shiro found it amusing but he knew Keith appreciated the sentiment anyway. Pidge kissed her Daddy Keith a lot recently and Shiro later soon found out that she read somewhere that kisses made people feel better, Shiro could’ve sworn his heart almost burst into extreme fondness towards his youngest daughter. 

One day, Keith was finally fully recovered. He grabbed his car keys when Shiro blocked him and snatched up the keys from him.

Shiro: Where do you think you’re going?
Keith: Uh, I’m going to do some groceries? We’re out of powdered milk and you know how the kids love their milk—
Shiro: Uh, no, sweet pea. I’ll do that for you. Just give me a list—
Keith: *glares* Shiro. Give me back my car keys.
Shiro: No.
Keith: Care to tell me why? *crosses arms*
Shiro: You’re not allowed to drive.
Keith: *shifts his weight* And why is that so?
Shiro: Just to refresh your memory… *looks pointedly at Keith* …in case you forgot, you just got into a car accident—
Keith: —which wasn’t really my fault—months ago. Give. Me. Back. My. Keys. Or so help me.
Shiro: *adamant* No. *hides the keys*
Keith: *groans* Nothing is going to happen to me, except get the powdered milk that we need.
Shiro: No.
Keith: I can drive myself to the store. It’s not even that far!
Shiro: I’ll drive you there. *grabs Keith’s wrist*

They were inside Shiro’s car on their way to the grocery store. Keith was in the passenger seat, brooding, arms crossed in annoyance.

Shiro: Keith…
Keith: When are you going to let me drive, Takashi? *grumpy*
Shiro: …when you get your license back.
Keith: What? *shakes his head in confusion* But I have—

Keith quickly fished out his wallet and lo and behold, his driver’s license was missing! He looked back at his husband…

Keith: YOU TOOK MY LICENSE??!!! *gasping in disbelief*
Shiro: *guilty* I did, I did. I’m sorry, but I had to or else—
Keith: I’m not completely stupid and helpless, Shiro. You know that.
Shiro: I know, but like, I just want to prevent another car accident. *turns his head to look at Keith*
Keith: There will be another one if you can’t keep your eyes on the road.
Shiro: Sorry! *chuckles* I can’t help looking at you—
Keith: Stop flirting with me while you’re driving! Oh my god!
Shiro: I’ll stop now. *laughs harder*
Keith: So does this mean you’re going to drive me to work then? *raises an eyebrow*
Shiro: *turns his head again to look at Keith* YES.
Keith: *pushes Shiro’s face towards the front* Eyes on the road, sweet pea.

It had always been Shiro’s dream to drive his family to school and work. First they drop off the kids to their schools. The kids kissed them goodbye before they leave the car and Shiro saw how much that made Keith smile whenever someone said “Bye, Daddies! Love you two! See you later after school!” Keith was the last Shiro had to drop off.

Keith: *unfastens his seatbelt* Alright, thanks for—
Shiro: *pulls Keith into a deep kiss* 
Keith: *smiles and kisses back*
Shiro: *separates himself* *gives Keith one last peck* Okay, have a good day back at work.
Keith: Will try. *smiles* *opens the door*
Shiro: Keith, wait! *pulls Keith back again for another kiss* Sorry. *chuckles*
Keith: Sap. *rolls his eyes* I seriously need to go, babe. 
Shiro: Okay. *gives Keith what he swears is his last peck*
Keith: Shiro, I’m serious. 
Shiro: Okay, okay. Go now before I do something else. *laughs*
Keith: *leaves and closes the door* *leans down to the window* Pick me up at 4, yeah?
Shiro: Yeah. *smiles* *waves* Bye, love you. 
Keith: *smiles* Love you, too. Text me when you get to work. Drive safely!

Shiro just smiled as he saw Keith enter the tall building. He could honestly get used to this. Maybe he should just keep Keith’s driver’s license permanently?

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(Requested by Anon)

You frowned at the sight of the Quileutes at your family’s gradation party. You weren’t sure why they showed up in the first place. Last you heard Bella wasn’t on the best of terms with Jacob after she clocked him in the face.

Yet there she was, chatting away with Jacob and his friends. She didn’t seem too happy to see them, then again you never knew with Bella. She didn’t show much emotion on her face. Either way, I should go check on her or Edward will throw a hissy fit.

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The Note

Originally posted by jimiyoong

Pairing: Namjoon X Reader

Genre: Fluff


Coffee. I need coffee. Those were the only thoughts running through my mind as I made my way to the local coffee shop near my house. I dragged myself out the car, grabbed my laptop and keys, and shut the door to lock it. I shoved the door to the coffee shop open, a bell ringing to notify the workers. “Morning (Y/N)! You want the usual?” The worker said to me. I was one of their regulars here. “Yes’m…please…” I mumble. The worker laughs to herself, “You got it!” As they start to brew my order, I make my way to my usual spot. The same old table tucked in the very back of the shop, next to the same old window, with the same old and convenient outlet that I plug my laptop into. Same as usu- wait. Something is different. That person, that man. He’s… sitting in my spot? My initial reaction was to get upset. How dare he take my seat? I was about to march over there and give him an earful, but I remembered that it was the morning, and I can’t think straight without my coffee. So, like a toddler, I grumpily stomp my way to the table directly next to it. Wrong table, next to a bland beige wall, without an outlet. Thankfully my laptop is charged. The worker kindly serves me my coffee, “Thank you so much.” I say, smiling sweetly at them. She nods back, returning to the counter. I took a few sips and sighed with relief. Time to start working.

After about an hour or so of doing my work, I started to feel eyes on me. Like someone was watching me. I looked around around to see, but there was no one. Only the man who was sitting in my spot. But, he was fully immersed in his book. It must be nothing. I decided I wanted some water, so I go up to ask for a cup. “Whatcha need, hun?” I walked up to the counter. “Um, a cup of water and… how about a cookie?” She smiles at me. “No problem.” I look around as I waited, until she handed me my order. “There you go!” I smile, “Thank you!” “Uh, (Y/N), I think that man just passed you a note?” The worker said, slightly amused. “Huh, that’s weird. Do you know who he is?” I say, curious. “He took my spot! I mean, I know its not mine but what I mean is nobody really likes to sit there because of where it is.” She nods, “He actually comes here pretty often. He’s really quiet, though.” I bob head as she talks. The worker starts to grin smugly. I raise one of my eyebrows, confused. “What?” She giggles, “Between you and me, He’s been looking at you all day. Nonstop!” I scrunch my eyebrows, “No way!” I say, blushing. “I’m serious! It’s kind of cute.” She leans in and whispers, “I think he has a crush on you.” I roll my eyes, “Yeah, right.” She smirks, “How about you go back to your table and see. I’m sure that note will tell you the same thing I said.” I laugh at how ridiculous she was sounding. “Yeah, yeah.” I smile at her again, “Well, thanks again!” I say, holding my water and cookie up. She nods, smiling. “Go find out what that note says!” I laugh sarcastically and walk away.

I make my way back to my seat. I couldn’t help but stare at the man as I walked back. He was still completely engulfed in his book. There’s no way he would pay any attention to me. I sit back back down. And the worker was right, there was a note. I pick it up and look over to the man again, who hadn’t even moved an inch. Confused, I decide to open the note up. I expected it to be a creepy and stereotypical, “Here’s my number, babe” with an awkward winky face, but I was actually pleasantly surprised.

It was poetry

The note read, “ The world just stops to admire your beauty. Your eyes shine like the moon on cool night…” I smiled to myself, blushing furiously. I look over to my right, and this time I actually caught a glimpse of this face. It seemed as if he was looking over at me, but the second I turned my head he jerked his head back to face his book. I turn back to the note, smiling again. The man then stood up and made his way into the bathroom. I quickly turned the note over to the blank side. Pen. I need a pen, damn it. I scrambled through my bag, thankfully I found one. After scribbling it on my hand to get the pen to work, I wrote back, “ You locked up my heart, Displayed for me to see like art…” I quickly threw the note onto his table, and it landed right on his book. A minute or so after, he return and sits back down. I hear him open the note, and I smile. I didn’t look at him, but I can feel him looking at me. Then, I hear him grabbing another piece of paper and ripping off a piece. He writes something else. This time, he gently put it on my table while I was pretending to do stuff on my laptop. I looked up to meet his eyes, but he was already looking away before I could. I opened the note as my heart was racing, “ Your hair flows like majestic sea.. Smile shines bright like diamonds…” I let out a small giggle. This time I knew he was looking at me, so I looked back at him and smiled. He seemed a little frightened, I guess he didn’t expect me to look at him that time, but he smiled back sheepishly. I tapped my pen on my chin as I looked up, thinking of how I was going to respond. When I finally thought of something, I wrote it down, “Taking your words to heart? Truly…” I folded the paper, and turned to my right. He was looking at his book once again, but I decided to be brave and tap his shoulder. He looked and started to blush. I giggle, and hand him the note. He takes it in his hands and smiles. I look away and pretend to go back to my work.

We continue like this for a while, giggling and smiling at eachother. We haven’t spoken a word to each other, though. “I’m curious. Your name?…” I write to him. He writes back, “Namjoon. Will you allow me the pleasure of knowing yours?…” Smiling to myself once again, although I’ll be honest my smile never left the second we started passing notes, I mustered up all my courage and turned to him, “(Y/N). My name is (Y/N)” He looks up, slightly startled. But his surprised look quickly turns into a warm smile. “It’s nice to meet you, (Y/N).” He holds his hand out to me and we shake hands. “Do you come by here often?” I ask him. He nods, “Yeah, it’s nice and quiet here. And the coffee isn’t too bad either.” I giggle. I look down at my watch. My heart sank. Oh god, I really need to go, but… “Is everything alright?” Namjoon asks, a little worried. “Yeah, uh… I’m sorry I feel so bad for doing this but I really need to go now. I’m late actually.” I say, sighing. “Oh… I’m sorry, then you should go.” I look up at him sadly. His eyes wander back to his book that was now closed as his face is overcome with disappointment. I feel terrible, I really don’t want to leave… 

Suddenly, an idea popped into my head.

“Namjoon, you said you come here often right? Do you think you’ll be here tomorrow?” He looks at me, a smile spreading on his face once again. “Yeah, I was planning on coming back here around the same time.” I nod, smiling as I gathered my things. I walked up to him, “You think you can save me a seat tomorrow, then?” I say as I gently place a friendly on his shoulder. He looks up at me, “Y-yeah! Of course!” He laughs awkwardly. I laugh at his awkwardness, “Okay, Namjoon. I’ll see you tomorrow. I promise!” I begin to walk towards the door, “O-okay! See you then!” I look back at him and grin, “See you!” I approach the door. I manage to glance at the worker before I left, and she winked at me. I rolled my eyes and smiled as I walked out the door.

I unlocked my car, and plopped myself behind the wheel. I let out a long sigh followed by a big goofy grin on my face.

Man, I love coffee.


Hope you enjoyed and thanks for reading! ♡

-Kat ღ

anonymous asked:

44 with young!sirius please!!

Sirius Black x Reader
44. “Are you trying to flirt? Because you’re embarrassing yourself.”

Originally posted by nellaey

As Valentine’s Day draws closer, Sirius didn’t stop flirting with you. Well, he was always flirting with you anyway, but in the last few days there wasn’t a single hour when he stopped using one of his terrible pick up line. You were sure the 14th of February will be horrible in his company, and as the day come, you immediately saw you were right.

It was a Friday morning when you were standing in front of the wardrobe, only a big t-shirt and underwear on you when somebody knocked. Without waiting for permission, Sirius and James stepped in the dormitory.

„Those legs are too hot to be legal.” – Sirius said, his eyes wandering on you up and down.

You rolled your eyes, looking at James who shake his head with a grin on his face. „Lily is already downstairs, Prongs.”

„Okay, thanks.” – he already turned around to leave the room, but Sirius was in the same place.

„Maybe I should stay and help you.”

You walked closer, pushing him towards the door. „I think I can take my clothes on by myself, thank you.”

„I meant taking off the rest.” – he said with a smug smile as you slammed the door at him.

The rest of the day passed by you felt like you trapped inside a huge pink cotton candy, topped with strawberry syrup. Couples snogging in every corner, enchanted notes and roses at the corridors in the air, pink parchment flying accross the classrooms with cute poems on it. Even if you thought it’s disgusting, Sirius didn’t spare you and sent you filthy and awkward pick up lines all day. Some of them caused you to rolling your eyes as usual, but some of them made you feel a tingling sensation between your thighs.

By dinner, you were tired, frustrated and angry, and it doesn’t help that Sirius sat very close next to you. The others talked about the tonight’s Valentine’s Party at the Gryffindor common room.

„Will you be there Y/N, won’t you?” – Lily asked as you were too quiet at the whole dinner.

„I don’t think so. Not really in the mood.” – you said, poking your food with your fork.

Sirius turned to you, embracing your shoulders. „Well, there’ll be a party in my pants too, if you’re interested.”

The others let out tired moans and choked giggles, but you started to became seriously angry. „Are you trying to flirt? Because you’re embarassing yourself.”

„Oh, stop being so cruel, love.” – he smirked, placing a hand on your thigh.

That was way to much for today; you jumped up, shouting at him so probably the half of the Great Hall heard you. „Don’t call me love and don’t touch me again! Why can’t you understand I don’t want anything from you?”

„Look, I just…” – he started in a low voice and with an almost scared face, but you cut him off.

„I don’t care! Just do me a favour and leave me alone!” – you yelled, leaving your friends and running up to your dorm room.

A few hours passed, and you were lying on your bed, face buried on the pillow. You didn’t even try to sleep as the music was so loud, and the guilt stung your stomach stronger with every minute. Maybe you were too rough with Sirius… He was a jerk though, but you felt bad as you roared at him in front of the whole school. With a heavy sigh, you crawled out from your bed and went into the bathroom to fix your disheveled hair.

Meanwhile at the common room, Sirius sat on a couch with blank eyes, a goblet in his hand – which was unnecessary, since the whole bottle of firewhisky was in his other hand too. „I fucked up Moony. I really did. Just say it.”

Remus patted his shoulder. „You really fucked up.”

„Thanks for the support.” – he said with a same blank face, taking a sip from the bottle.

Grudgingly though, but you finally dragged yourself to the party, searching for Pads who looked more defeated than ever. You sat next to him as Remus left you alone to speak.

„You’re an ass, you know that?” – you asked while snatched the bottle out from his hand.

He stared the wall, not looking at you. „Yeah, you were quite clear earlier.”

With closed eyes, you tilted your head back. If he’ll start playing the victim now…

„I’m sorry, Y/N. I see I went too far. I won’t do it again.”

His voice was honest and so sad, you almost felt sorry for him. „You know, maybe you should just start being yourself around me and ask me out properly, instead of using those embarassing pick up lines.”

He turned his head to you quickly, his dark eyes brightened. „Wait, that could really work?”

You laughed at his honest surprise. „Well, we won’t know until you try.” – you winked, leaving him to process the information.

chemistry of an alpha - Derek Hale one shot *smut*

Originally posted by teamsciles

Summary: You didn’t avoid Derek Hale because you wanted to. But what else can you do when you’re falling for your Alpha? 

Pairing: Derek Hale x reader

Rating: Mature for heavy swearing, graphic sexual content 


“Ahem.”

You looked up from your Chemistry homework as you heard a cough behind you. Derek Hale was leaning against your doorway with his head cocked to the side, staring at you thoughtfully. You rolled your eyes and resumed your schoolwork, already knowing why he was here. 

“Go away,” you mumbled. 

“No, I’m good right here,” he announced. You ignored him.

A few beats of silence passed.

“[y/n],” he pressed. You gave him nothing, absentmindedly scanning your notes.

Suddenly, you felt yourself being jerked backwards and around, coming face to face with your intruder.

“What the hell?” you rebuked.

“That’s better,” Derek chimed. “Now, tell me what’s wrong.”

“I don’t know what you mean,” you deadpanned, somewhat surprised you could still deflect his questions, given his persistence. Then again, you were always good at avoiding things, a skill useful for dodging the rest of the pack’s investigation. You didn’t back down when Scott offered to give you a ride home just as an excuse to prod you, when Isaac cornered you at your locker with his sad puppy eyes, or even when Allison tried to literally hug information out of you. 

You crossed your arms over your chest and stared stonily at Derek, unimpressed by his interrogation tactics.

You couldn’t even process the next few seconds as he swiftly grabbed the arm of your swivel chair and abruptly pulled you towards him, backtracking to your bed. He sat down so you were eye-level. 

Your eyebrows nearly disappeared into your hairline.  

“Let’s try that again,” Derek enunciated slowly. You crinkled your nose at him because what the fuck is his problem?

“What the fuck is your problem?” 

“What the fuck is your problem?” Derek scoffed. “Even without the pack telling me you’ve been weird and distant lately, it’s obvious you’re not yourself.” 

You cursed inwardly. The pack had ratted you out. You shouldn’t be surprised since everyone basically flocked to Mommy Derek at the first sign of trouble. They were cute that way. 

“Still,” you huffed, shifting uncomfortably in your seat under Derek’s scrutiny. “You didn’t have to manhandle me–”

“Just tell me what’s up,” Derek continued nonchalantly, glossing over your complaint. “Your heart’s beating really fast and you’ve reeked of anxiety for days. If there’s a problem, you’re supposed to tell me. I’m your Alpha.” 

Goosebumps rose along your spine at his words. I’m your Alpha. The phrase echoed in your mind. It manifested in images of Derek whispering it in your ear while he fingered you from behind, rasping it out while he held your head down to fuck your mouth. You closed your eyes, frustrated by how much Derek’s authority affected you. Fucking Alpha. 

“Excuse me?” 

Your eyes shot open. You hadn’t meant to say that out loud. 

“No! I–that wasn’t, um…” you stuttered, fumbling for ways to reverse this conversation, reverse time itself. But there was nothing you could do. Your mind went blank, not granting your mouth any usable intelligence. You felt pressure in your brain, like a blood clot that would explode if you didn’t say something soon. 

In a surge of word vomit, you hurriedly blurted out, “IthinkI’minlovewithyou.” 

And that’s when things came to a screeching halt. So much for deflection. Smooth move, genius. 

Derek looked baffled as his shoulders elevated in tension, eyes the size of saucers. 

“You’re… what?” Derek brows furrowed, seemingly searching your face for any cues that you were joking or high. 

If only. Fuck it, nothing you say at this point could make this any worse. 

“I think I’m in love with you,” you enunciated carefully. “Or–it could be something else. I don’t know. I’ve never felt this way before and it’s really freaking me out. I didn’t know what to do, so I just avoided you. And the pack. And just all of it, in general,” you rambled, wringing your hands together. 

In response, Derek’s mouth parted slightly, his two front teeth peeking out like he was about to say something, but retreated again.

And then emerged the quintessential Derek frown. He was so adorable when he was mad, even when you were the reason.  

“Look, [y/n],” Derek coughed, continuing sternly. “You don’t have to… explain. It’s okay to be confused. I’m not–I’m not mad at you.”

It was comforting that he was also stuttering over his words. Meanwhile, you tried not to swoon at how young and boyish he sounded when he was frazzled. But why wasn’t he more freaked out. He should’ve at least been a little angry. It usually took less than this to set him off. 

“You should be mad!” you assured. “Get mad. I totally deserve it. For avoiding you, then lying about it. And for… being in love with you? Because I know what you’re thinking, these teenagers and their hormones,” you said gruffly, wincing as you accidentally did a poor impression of Derek. He raised his palm up incredulously, communicating that yes, you should indeed be embarrassed.

This was getting out of hand. You were all over the place and the more you tried to clarify, the more agitated Derek seemed to become. 

“This is ridiculous. I don’t know what I’m saying. I’m too young for you and I need to stop kidding myself. I know that… I know,” your voice strained. You weren’t sure what burned more, your cheeks or the stinging behind your eyes. 

The truth is, you did have feelings for Derek. And it was rather terrifying. 

Because it would be obvious to anyone that Derek Hale was the perfect human specimen, with his tall, burly frame and Greek God jawline, armored in leather jackets and boots. That was your first impression when you met him. You, on the other hand, must have looked disastrous.

Before the pack and Derek, you were in a foster care system that left you abused and broken. When you decided to run away, you had no prospects or money. It was Derek that had found you, lost and dying in the woods. All you saw were sharp teeth and red eyes before you blacked out. 

When you’d woken up, you were warm and safe. He had given you the bite, but also so much more. He had taken you under his wing and polished you off, given you guidance and shelter. It took a while to trust him, but when you did, he promised to turn you from a scared runaway into a warrior. And he delivered. 

He introduced you to the pack, the family you never had. He taught you how to defend yourself, showing you strength you only dreamed about. But he also told you to use the bite to help other people, that power didn’t have to be destructive.

When you were human, you cowered away from people, fading into the background. You couldn’t trust anyone, couldn’t even trust yourself. But with Derek’s help, you learned to fight, speak your mind, and trust your instincts.

And therein lies the problem. Every time you were around Derek, every instinct in your body told you to jump his bones. You physically ached for him, your body buzzing with anxiety whenever you tried to stifle your need. 

It wasn’t even just the physical stuff. Underneath his tough exterior, Derek had a heart of gold. You’d seen enough cruelty to know that Derek was the opposite. He was the most generous person you’d ever known, sharing his home with a bunch of misfit teenagers, nursing lost puppies back to health. 

Even though Derek had rescued you, he’d never indicated that he was remotely attracted to you. He just regarded you as another annoying Beta through lectures and demands. Every once in a while, if you reached a new milestone, socially or physically, he would pull you into an awkward hug or stiffly pat your head while you tried to cough away your laughter.

It was obvious he would never return your feelings, so you spent an embarrassingly large portion of day figuring out ways to avoid Derek, which led to avoiding the pack because they were always together. But attendance was required at pack meetings, so you sat as far away from everyone as possible and looked down the whole time, only speaking when directly addressed. 

Everyone was bound to notice your strange behavior eventually. You just didn’t expect Derek to confront you about it directly, assuming he wasn’t into pack drama. 

Once again, you’d underestimated his capacity to care. 

And judging from the way he was clenching his fists and gazing a hole into his jeans, apparently he’d underestimated your capacity to complicate his life. 

The last thing you wanted to was to make things harder for Derek, but this confrontation resulted in exactly that.

“Look, let’s just pretend this didn’t happen, alright? Everyone has psychotic episodes sometimes,” you laughed nervously. “I won’t avoid you anymore–unless you want me too. I’ll leave you alone. Or, should I move out? Yeah, I’m going to move out. I’ll just go now, sorry.” 

Without even looking at Derek, you rushed to your door, wiping the dew that had gathered at the corner of your eyes. You reached for your doorknob, but staggered backwards as you felt a hand close over your wrist. You yelped and closed your eyes as you gracelessly collided into something solid.

Your arms tucked into your chest, instinctively protecting you from the impact. You opened your eyes when you felt a breath fan over your forehead, and realized that Derek had you cradled against his chest with an arm locked around your back.  

“Derek, what–” 

“You’re not going anywhere,” he grunted as he slammed his lips to yours. 

Your went catatonic with shock, body rigid in Derek’s arms. 

You were in Derek’s arms. Derek Hale’s arms in that blue Henley shirt that felt so soft and warm against you and his mouth, full and moist, pressing against yours–

You were broken out of your trance when you felt Derek’s wet tongue graze your chapped bottom lip. Oh. 

You unfolded your arms and threw them around his neck, lunging forward to finally comply with his movements. Your tongue snaked out to meet his, eagerly applying pressure and then retreating again, battling then teasing. Derek signaled that your efforts were fruitful as he growled into the your mouth, the sound traveling from the back of his throat to your core. 

It was all dueling tongues and gnashing teeth. Of course this is how Derek would kiss, intense and ardent, almost clinical in the way he switched between squeezing your hip and biting your lip. 

And then oxygen was becoming an issue. Your body felt warm, too warm. Too much was happening too fast. You placed your palms against Derek’s chest, using all your strength to shove him away. 

He faltered backwards, a look of astonishment twisting his features. 

“What the hell?” he asked. He glared at you, but you could only focus on his chest as it heaved up and down, trying to calm your own breathing. 

“Are we doing this?” you asked, voice wavering with emotion. “Because you’re still my Alpha. And I’m still a teenager.”

“You’re 18,” Derek deadpanned.

“I’m still in high school!” Derek’s gaze softened as you raised your voice. 

You just couldn’t just rush into this. This was too important. You needed to know Derek’s intentions, because you didn’t just want a hurried groping session, a one night stand. You wanted all of it, all of him. Anything less would just cheapen your feelings. 

For once, you actually believed that you deserved better than a guy just using you and throwing you away. And this is what Derek taught you, to stand up for yourself. It’s not that you believed Derek would take advantage of you; you just needed some confirmation that this was real. 

“I know that,” Derek approached you again. You promptly straightened out your back, trying to hold your ground. 

But your voice betrayed you, folding under the weight of your next question, “Then, why did you kiss me?” 

“Because I don’t care anymore. I can’t keep pretending there’s nothing here,” he confessed, reaching up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear, delicately caressing your forehead in his path. You leaned into his palm. 

“Oh… wait, then, what are you saying?”

Derek exhaled.

“I mean… I don’t know. It wasn’t always like this. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I always knew you were strong, I knew it the moment I found you. Then one day, something changed. You changed. You weren’t that same girl anymore. All of a sudden, you became this intelligent, self-possessed, beautiful young woman. And I couldn’t just keep patting your head and pretending things were still normal between us.”

You bit your lip and looked down. 

“So, it’s not just me, then? You felt it too?” you asked shyly, too afraid to look at him. 

Derek nudged your chin upwards with his knuckle, using his thumb to stroke your jaw. 

“Definitely.” He granted you a small smirk, his eyes twinkling. 

That was all the confirmation you needed as you charged forward to press your lips against his and snaked your arms around his waist, pulling him flush against you. Derek responded immediately by fisting your hair and cupping your jaw, enveloping you into his warm embrace. 

You felt around for the hem of his shirt, lifting the edge of the material. Derek pulled away as you raised it over his head and threw it aside. You panted while you took him in, admiring the smattering of dark chest hair that decorated the hard planes of his chest. The rest of him was smooth, aside from a treasure trail that disappeared behind his jeans.

In a surge of confidence, you decided you wanted him to see you too. You stepped back and lifted your tank top over your head, leaving you only in a red bra. 

You heard Derek inhale a sharp breath. You were slightly disappointed when he maintained eye contact with you, the veins in his neck straining against his skin, like he was still trying to be respectful. 

You walked towards him and grabbed his wrist, guiding his palm between the valley of your breasts. You eyelids fluttered shut as Derek’s hand slowly drifted down your torso, fingertips grazing the sensitive skin just below your belly button. 

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” you admitted airily. “I finally have you.” 

“God, you’re so beautiful.” Derek’s said, voice gruff with earnestness. No one had every spoken to you this way. 

You felt your chest flush as you scoffed, whispering, “Not as beautiful as you.” 

When you opened your eyes, Derek was looking at you somberly. He reached forward and brushed your hair away from your face and kissed you tenderly, much softer than before. You were pliant against him, curving and arching into him every time he moved. Your hands found his hips, squeezing the defined flesh before you started to unbuckle his belt. 

You palmed Derek over his boxers, his hips bucking involuntarily into your hand as he groaned into your mouth. Pulling away, you trailed your mouth over his jaw and neck, sponging open mouthed kisses down his chest and abdomen until you were on your knees, eye-level with his erection. 

“[y/n], you don’t have to,” Derek protested. He palmed your jaw upwards to look at you. You grinned up at him. 

“I know,” you said, slowly stroking him. “I’ve just always wanted to know what it’s like to suck off Derek Hale.” 

You gave no warning before you took the head of his shaft fully into your mouth. You watched Derek throw his head back and hiss. 

“Fuck, [y/n],” Derek cursed. He reached down and placed a comforting hand on the back of your head, his fingers combing through your hair. 

Any sort of encouragement was highly appreciated at this point, because even looking at Derek’s cock was intimidating. You weren’t exactly surprised by his considerable size, especially since his bulge always gave him away. But nothing you’d imagined could’ve prepared you for the real thing.

Noticing the prominent vein underneath his shaft, you lifted his cock vertically. You satisfied your urge to kiss him along the feature, trailing your mouth up to his tip. 

“What are you doing? Are you… fuck, that’s so hot,” Derek complimented, his tone gravelly. You smirked, looking up at him through your lashes. 

“You’re too pretty not to kiss,” you teased, but it was completely true. You licked a stripe up his shaft. Taking a deep breath, you stretched your mouth open as far as you could, taking in all of him. Or really, as much as possible, which was about half. You pumped the remaining portion, palm twisting up and down. 

“Oh my god, [y/n], where the fuck did you learn to do that?” 

You giggled. “What, this?” 

Gripping Derek’s thighs to anchor you forward, you bobbed your head back and forth, sucking him off while you continued to stroke him.

Derek’s responded with a fist tangling in your hair, guiding your head against him. 

It was turning you on so much that you were affecting Derek that you slipped a hand into your shorts, rubbing yourself over your underwear.

You reminded yourself to breathe through your nose while Derek filled you. Derek Hale was inside of you and nothing else could ever be this important. 

You couldn’t help but moan against Derek’s cock as you pleasured yourself, using your other hand to fondle his balls. Profanities tumbled incoherently from his lips as your moans vibrated against him.

You stopped suddenly when you felt him tug your hair backwards. Derek fell out of your mouth with a little pop! as you pulled away. Derek grasped your shoulders and pulled you up to stand. 

“If you keep doing that, I’m not gonna be able to hold back,” Derek warned, pressing his forehead against yours. He affectionately stroked your cheek with him thumb. 

You felt giddy, beaming with delight and a twinge of pride. 

“Who says I want you to hold back?” 

You could’ve sworn you saw Derek’s eyes flash red. 

“Trust me, sweetheart. I could make you regret those words.” Derek’s voice was rough and scratchy, the tone sending shivers up your spine. 

“You sure about that? Let’s find out,” you challenged, the thought of Derek dominating you jolting your senses. 

Derek softly chuckled. “Let’s save that for next time.” 

Next time. Derek wanted a next time. 

“Right now, I want you to undress.” 

Your mouth went dry at his command. There was that authority you loved so much. 

Hooking your thumbs into your waistband, you bent over and slid the material down your legs, stepping out of them. You were now clad only in a pair of black panties and a red bra. You passively regretted your choice to forego matching underwear. 

But Derek didn’t seem to mind as he blatantly stared at your legs, giving you a once over. He walked towards you, staring directly into your eyes. 

You whimpered when Derek’s thumb pressed to your bottom lip, folding the flesh under, the gesture prompting you to part your mouth. 

“So beautiful,” he whispered. He leaned forward to kiss you, slowly and softly. This was a sharp contrast to the way he suddenly swooped down, still attached to your mouth. You yelped at his sudden movements, arms wrapping intuitively around his neck. He grabbed the back of your thighs to lift you up into his arms. 

He held you to him as he started walking, an arm locked around your waist, the other grasping your neck to keep you in place. You were ridiculously turned on that he could carry you so effortlessly. 

Derek descended and you felt your knees touch the mattress. He sat down with you in his lap. You continued exploring his mouth, your hands trailing his back. You scorched his shoulder blades with scratches you knew would heal seconds later. 

Your actions elicited a grunt from Derek, who was also engrossed with your back. You felt the rough pads of his calloused fingertips knead forcefully, his aggression causing you to arch away in bliss. With a tweak of his fingers, you felt him undo your bra. 

You broke away, observing Derek while you nervously slid your bra straps down your arms, your hands shaking. Derek’s tongue flicked out against his lips as he admired you, his immediate reaction easing your worries. He wasted no time, littering kisses down your chest, palming your breasts. You threw your head back and moaned.

“You’re so perfect, sweetheart,” Derek rasped as he nuzzled your neck. You felt over-stimulated with Derek rubbing you and kissing you simultaneously. Needing to relieve tension, you involuntarily started grinding on Derek’s lap, pressing your panty-covered sex over Derek’s thick erection. 

You moved together, Derek guiding you back and forth with his hands on your ass and lips on your collarbone. You clung to his broad shoulders for support. 

When Derek suddenly bit down on the juncture between your neck and shoulder, you gasped in pain and surprise. You were already healing. The gesture actually felt intimate and romantic instead of violent, a throwback to the first bite Derek ever gave you. Even now, when you were tangled in his limbs, he seemed afraid that you would slip away. 

“Mine,” he whispered into your neck.

He was trying to mark you. 

“All yours, always been,” you promised. 

You burrowed your face into his neck, returning his affection by lapping at his skin, not feeling brave enough to bite your Alpha. 

“Please, Derek,” you pleaded, trying to communicate your desire. 

“Shh,” he murmured. “Don’t worry, I got you.” 

Giving your ass one final squeeze, he slid his fingers into your underwear, spreading your wetness along your slit. In response, you dug your fingernails into his shoulders as you desperately rode his hand, your desire becoming frantic. 

Suddenly, he pulled his hand away. You whimpered at the loss of contact, but then cried out when Derek slipped your panties to the side and entered you in one swift motion. 

“Fuck!” you exclaimed as Derek filled you to the hilt. After letting you adjust, he moved slowly, holding onto your hips as he glided in and out. You felt his cock stretch your walls, clenching your thighs every time his tip grazed your g-spot. Derek was everywhere, around you and inside you. 

His hands were restless, alternating between gripping your hips and tugging at your hair. His teeth grazing against your nipple left you a squirming mess above him. You cradled his face and leaned forward to kiss him. Arching your back, you gave your hips leeway to meet Derek’s movements. 

“That’s it, baby. Ride me,” Derek urged.     

His command rang in your ears. It thrilled you that Derek was giving you control.

You braced some of your weight on your knees, ascending from Derek’s lap. Using his shoulder’s for leverage, you raised yourself just until you reached his tip, then slammed your hips back down. You picked up your pace, trying to match Derek’s earlier momentum.

“Is this how you want me?”

Derek growled his approval.

His encouragement made you feel sexy and wanted even in your fervid state. You could hear the distinct slap of your ass against Derek’s thighs reverberate through the expanse of your bedroom. The assault from Derek’s mouth left your chest decorated with red bruises. Your breasts bounced in rhythm with your exertions.

One of Derek’s hands gripped the flesh of your ass. The other reached behind you to clamp down on your shoulder, helping you descend down his enlarged shaft.

“Are you close to coming?” he asked. He reasoned with you so calmly that you were actually embarrassed by just how close you were. You felt a knot tighten just below your stomach and you knew you would burst soon.

You couldn’t even formulate an coherent response, resorting to just emphatically nodding your head.

He relinquished his hold, reaching down to rub your clit. His rough fingertips fervently moved against your sensitive nub, the stimulation breaking your rhythm. Derek took over again as he wrapped an arm around your waist to hold up your thrashing form as he pounded into you.

“Derek… Derek!”

You cried out as your walls contracted, your eyes screwing shut as you reached your orgasm. A few erratic pumps later, Derek was joining you at your peak. You climaxed together, him groaning into your chest while you hung on to his shoulders. 

Your body shook as you came down from your high, your head hung low on Derek’s shoulder. Your body felt so numb, you couldn’t even figure out where you ended and he began. Your sweat, breath, even skin seemed to melt together. Derek rocked you back and forth in his lap, combing his fingers through your hair and cooing mantras of “shhh” and “I’m here, baby” into your ear.

Derek did what he always does–he took care of you.

“So,” you mumbled, finally breaking the silence. “That just happened.”

Derek snorted. 

“Hey, [y/n]?” 

“Hmm?” 

You sat up to look at Derek. 

“I’m in love with you, too.” 

You merely blinked at Derek’s admission, completely caught off guard. Were you still delirious from your orgasm or did Derek Hale just say he loves you? 

What?” 

“You heard me,” Derek quipped, avoiding your gaze, opting instead to fiddle with a strand of your hair.

“But… you know you don’t have to say that, right?” you nudged his face to look at you. “I know we just had sex, but I didn’t put out to force you into saying ‘I love you’ back. Like I said, I don’t even know for sure if I love you–”

“That’s fine,” Derek interrupted you, cracking a smile. “Really, it’s okay. I still love you. And you can say it back when you’re ready. I can wait for that.”

“Really?” you asked shyly. 

“Of course,” he rolled your eyes, his attitude evoking a giggle from you. 

“Aww, what a sweet Alpha,” you playfully taunted as you ruffled his hair. 

Derek immediately stiffened, his hand lashing to grab your wrist mid-ruffle. 

“You know what? I take it back,” Derek heckled, smirking. “I don’t love you.” 

Your jaw dropped at his quip. You were sitting in Derek Hale’s lap, naked, while he made flirty banter. You faced murderous supernatural creatures on a daily basis and this was the most bizarre moment of your life.    

“Is that so?” You squinted your eyes at him. “Well then, I’ll just have to find myself new man. Actually, I think Scott just came home, and since he’s the true Alpha–”

Derek suddenly grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you forward, pressing his lips to yours in an impassioned kiss. You smiled against his mouth, slightly entertained by his possessive nature. Even though your favorite werewolf couldn’t take a joke, you wouldn’t change a thing. 

Derek Hale was finally yours.  

Spelling Fights

Originally posted by elennemigo

Word Count: 1,816

Authors: Deka & Ale

Warning: None, just fluffiness

Pairing: Benedict Cumberbatch x Wife!Reader

Summary: The little fight between an American and a British couple

Credits to this video for the awesome interview: https://youtu.be/eX2M6Lf8WKc

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When I wake up, I’m afraid...

Headcanon inspired by Afraid - The Neighbourhood. High school JiKook. Little angsty. I was convinced that this will take me like 1 - 2 pages. Nope. 5. Anyway. Here it is. Excuse any mistakes, will correct once again later (I always manage to miss something, somehow :<)

• Jungkook is the unofficial king of his high school. Sometimes he wonders how he even became one. He’s not mad rich, he doesn’t possess mind-blowing qualities, even his grades are just average.

• Nevertheless, there’s this thing about him that makes everyone fall into him; into his voice, his moves and even orders.

• Orders – that’s something he doesn’t like to give. But his group of friends, or, to use a better word, companions, are not letting him to just live without a single care. And he has a reputation to keep. That’s why everyone knows him – because they either respect him or fear him. There were people who didn’t belong in the first or the second group. Simply put, they ended badly.

• At first, Jungkook cared about other people, but as time passed he became immune. He wasn’t always a bad person, but he enjoyed power too much to just let it go, just so his weak heart would beat peacefully.

• He had everything he wanted at this point of teenage life. Still, there was something missing within him. It made Jungkook mad. He hated when he felt weak and now it’s been weeks he felt like there’s a wound in him, deep, bloody, getting wider every day. He felt unsatisfied.

• He never let himself to think about it for longer than just a glimpse of a moment, but under his demeanor of a leader dwells a universe full of insecurities. Aggression, sadness, anxiety – emotional cocktail of confused growing up man.

• With every day he starts to become more and more paranoid, clinging into high school like it was his whole world. But he realizes that this will end one day and he will be nothing again. Powerless. Loser.

• Maybe it’s karma, punishing him for all the people he ever bullied and humiliated. But on that Tuesday he suddenly breaks down. He and few of his classmates cornered this guy and beat him up really badly. Over the blood flowing from his nose, he just smiled. “You think this is real life? Wake up you prick. Once high school ends you’ll probably lose your mind, huh?” Jungkook flinches, but keeps his face stern. It was like this guy was reading out loud his recent fears. “And a little fun fact: no one likes you, anyway. I know you probably think they do. But everyone despise you. Even your friends.”

• Jungkook kicks the guy in his knee, causing him to drop down on the floor. He sees his classmates finishing him off as he turns over and with quick, large steps walks towards one of the less used bathrooms.

• He knocks the door to the stall open and throws up. He feels almost insane as he starts shaking, bile stinging on his tongue.

• He tries to recollect himself, but as he sees his pathetic face in the mirror, chopped lips, red teary eyes caused by all the vomiting and pale cheeks, he simply can’t. His hands turn into fists and he clenches them hard before punching dirty tiles on his left. Pain shots up his arm, knuckles protesting, but he doesn’t stop.

• All he sees is red and black, falling in and out of consciousness as he repeatedly hits those tiles with both hands. He doesn’t know how, but suddenly he lets his body slide by one of the stalls. Jungkook realizes he’s sobbing.

• God, if someone walked in right now, he would be so done. So, so done. But no one does, just…

• “Ehmm, sorry?” soft quiet voice suddenly enters Jungkook’s ears and he jolts. What the fuck? He was just looking at the door, nobody entered, so…

• “Are you ‘kay?” Jungkook looks over the second stall, the one that was closed when he stormed in. The voice is coming from there. Oh Jesus, how could he be so fucking stupid to not check it before all of this?

• “Looks like I’m okay?” He growls. “Did you enjoy all of this without saying a shit?”

• There’s shuffling in that stall and the person is quiet for a while before he responds.

• “Sorry. I didn’t want to interrupt you and then I was going to wait until you leave, but now I have a class and I should really go.”

• Jungkook can’t believe it. He’s angry, and at the same time exhausted. “Do you know who I am?” Maybe the person didn’t look or something, he hopes.

• Person in the stall coughs. “I think so, yeah.”

• “Well then fucking keep your mouth shout about this if you want to live.” Those words sound much stronger than Jungkook feels. As he hears the stall opening, he drops his head low, so he wouldn’t have to see stranger’s, probably amused, face. He hears footsteps and door opening. Jungkook sighs.

• Suddenly, he hears door closing and footsteps coming towards him. Before he realizes it, hands are cupping his cheeks and someone crouches in front of him. He flinches, trying to get away, but the person won’t let go. His touch is soft but steady. “What the fuck?!”

• Jungkook blinks and looks at the person in front of him. Kind, curious eyes are staring back at him, full lips glued together in worried expression. “What are you doing?” Jungkook’s voice is suddenly a whisper.

• That boy in front of him speaks with the same soft voice as before, when he talked to him out of the stall. “I think I can skip that class…” Jungkook stares at those brown eyes, trying to find sign of mockery in them. But he can’t find anything like that there. The boy in front of him frowns. “Or I don’t have to… I just thought you needed someone.”

• Jungkook doesn’t say a thing; he just closes his eyes and leans into the gentle touch of the other one’s palms and the unknown boy stays silent, too. After few minutes he pulls Jungkook into a hug, brushing his hair with his fingers. Jungkook just lets him, feeling his eyes getting wet again.

• When they say their goodbye hours later, Jungkook feels uneasy. “How can I trust you?” Other one just shrugs. “You can’t, probably. You just need to wait and see. Call me, if you want to talk.”

• Jungkook is a mess the few next days, just waiting to be publicly humiliated. Nothing like that happens, though.

• He never really trusted somebody, never believed that someone could be able to not betray him. But now, Jungkook finds himself trusting Jimin – that’s the name of the boy – more and more each day. He feels his guts shaking when he thinks about it – what if Jimin just waits for the right moment? He has no reason to be like this towards him.

• But Jungkook just cannot help himself. He started to trust Jimin the second he closed his eyes and held Jimin’s hand that rested on his face, in fear that he might let go (his hand was tender, warm and very calming).

• More trust was wrenching his insides just moments later – when Jimin went through his bag and found tissues, then soaked them in water and without a word gently cleared Jungkook’s wounded knuckles.

• And when Jimin hugged him, Jungkook almost lost his mind. Even days later he could smell scent of Jimin’s hair; he could feel Jimin’s warmth on his body. And every day, when he realized how vulnerable he is for Jimin, his chest threatened to burst.

• Jimin was always too understanding for his own good. He knew it. But when it came to Jungkook, he felt something radiating out of the younger boy. He could never explain it, he just felt Jungkook isn’t a bad kid and he needs him. Honestly, he had no idea why he reacted like that when he was supposed to leave those toilets with Jungkook sitting on the floor, looking desperate. Fear rushed through his body as he held Jungkook’s face, but it was quickly altered with calmness after Jungkook’s movements made it clear it’s okay.

• So Jimin never expected Jungkook to acknowledge him at the school halls. He knew Jungkook is not really confident about their friendship and fears any interaction with anyone outside his group. When they pass by each other, they just look briefly at each other and process in their ways.

• Jungkook reached out to Jimin on the second day after their bathroom encounter. He just wanted a friend. Despite his uneasiness, he wanted to trust someone so badly.

• Jimin always took Jungkook’s hand when he reached it towards him, pleading, yet without any expectations.

• They start to share things about their lives with each other. Little things at first, but as days pass, once Jungkook, once Jimin share their deeper thoughts.

• After just three weeks Jungkook knows more about Jimin than about anyone, besides his family members. And even when it wasn’t easy for Jungkook, he opened up to Jimin as he never did to anyone, before.

• They call, they text and hang out when they can. Jimin sometimes wondered about Jungkook, hurting him, too. What if one day Jungkook will be fed up with him and uses all of those things he knows against him?

• These doubts are definitely answered by Jungkook on one day. Jimin just told him he feels shitty after fighting both with his mother and brother, and he’d rather not talk with Jungkook now. An hour later Jungkook calls him from under Jimin’s window, holding some junk food and waving at Jimin.

• “How did you even know where I live?” Jungkook looks at him like he’s an idiot. “You told me once, don’t you remember?”

• They spend next five hours watching movies and eating. Meanwhile, Jimin tells Jungkook all about that fight. Jungkook doesn’t say anything; he just reaches out and hugs Jimin. Jimin never thought about it, but now he’s getting lost in scent of Jungkook’s hair the same way Jungkook did in his those months ago.

• They stay like that for the rest of night, too comfortable to let go.

• Jungkook realizes that his imaginary wound is almost gone, no more emptiness in his chest. He feels satisfied ever since he befriended Jimin.

• Slowly, he starts to drift away from his classmates and – so called – friends. Nobody understands what’s happening with him, but now, for change, Jungkook doesn’t care. He completely stops ignoring Jimin in school; now it’s almost impossible for Jimin to move without Jungkook by his side.

• Jimin’s not complaining. He introduced Jungkook to few of his senior friends and they slowly started to accept him.

• Towards the end of school year and Jimin’s graduation, Jungkook has real friends for a first time. They were skeptical at first, but after all, they trusted Jimin more than mistrusted Jungkook. Exceptionally Taehyung fell in love with Jungkook’s nature – his real nature, that kind one. As Jungkook lies in bed one night, he realizes he’s happy.

• Jimin’s graduation is coming in two weeks and he’s gonna leave for college after a month.

• Not only him, but all of his and now Jungkook’s friends, too. But they aren’t the problem. Jimin is.

• Jungkook starts to be anxious and nervous again. No longer was he calm when they ate ice cream with Jimin, watching some stupid anime. No longer had he let himself to smell Jimin’s hair when they hugged. He couldn’t. This will be gone, and while Jimin didn’t betray him, his heart feels terribly hurt.

• For whole three days he avoids Jimin. It’s honestly almost ridiculous. On top of this all, Jungkook was confused as fuck when he realized how different those feels towards Jimin are from those towards rest of their friends.

• He tried to reason with himself that it’s just the fact that Jimin didn’t give up on him on that Tuesday six months ago. “Jimin is just your first real friend after years, that’s it. Calm down.”  

• But, despite the fact he never loved someone in that way, he knows that’s not the reason he acts and feels like this. He’s in love with Jimin. That’s why this all hurts so much.

• Jimin’s not okay with all this, either. After Jungkook ignored him for days, he starts to wonder if he did something wrong. Maybe it was something he said? He hurts a little, too. Maybe Jungkook realized how much Jimin likes him and that’s the reason he avoids him? Jimin made sure to never reveal that he likes the younger one more than just a used-to-be-a-jerk friend. But…

• On fifth day Jimin has just enough and storms in Jungkook’s apartment after calling his brother to make sure someone will open him, because Jungkook probably wouldn’t.

• “What the fuck is going on, now?” Jimin stands in Jungkook’s door, staring down at Jungkook. He was laying in bed and something, really sounding like after break-up ballads, was playing in the background. When Jungkook notices Jimin, he sits straight up.

• “Who let you in?!” He demands, turning off the music.

• “Your brother. I called him because I knew you wouldn’t open. What the fuck, Jungkook?“

• “You can leave now. I’m not in a mood for this shit,” Jungkook almost pouts. Jimin’s having none of it. With two steps he’s near Jungkook, sitting down next to him on the bed.

• “Don’t you dare to be an ass to me now.” Jimin grabs Jungkook’s hand and he doesn’t pull away. “Kook… can you tell me what’s going on? Did I do something?”

• Jungkook shakes his head in disbelief. Of course Jimin didn’t do anything, how can he think something like that? It was all him, not being capable to control his freaking feelings and hurt.

• “It’s just that this ends… you know, you’ll leave. You will meet new people at college. And I… I’m gonna stay.” Not even for a second he looks over at Jimin. He just doesn’t want to see his reaction after this embarrassing and childish confession.

• Jimin’s grip on his hand strengthens. “This was it? This whole time?” He chuckles, but falls silent very quick after noticing Jungkook’s serious expression. With his free hand he makes Jungkook look at him. Younger one still tries to avoid his gaze. “We have another month. And my new college is just an hour by train or car. Not even mentioning you’ll be joining me in just a year.”

• “But…” Jungkook now looks Jimin in the eye. His cheeks are pink now, but Jimin thinks he’s probably just imagining it. “You won’t be at school. It won’t be the same. I… over those months,” Jungkook averts his gaze again, pink in his cheeks intensifying, “I changed. I owe you so much and… I’ve never met a person like you. I’ve never had a friend… well…”

• Jimin feels his heart beating a little faster, unsure. But, same way as he knew Jungkook is not a bad person, he somehow senses there’s more. He just needs to ask.  

• “Jungkook,” he stares in Jungkook’s eyes which are now locked with his. “I’m sorry if this is uncomfortable for you, but… is there a chance you like me?” Jungkook blinks and now Jimin’s almost sure he’s not imagining the redness in younger’s face. “You know… maybe, more than just a friend?”

• Jungkook focuses his gaze behind Jimin with shocked expression. That confuses Jimin. He looks over his shoulder to see what captured Jungkook’s attention, and just as he’s turning his head around, he feels touch of Jungkook’s lips on his. Jimin closes his eyes and lets his heart to try and burst out of his ribs. It’s a sweet kiss, gentle, almost shy. After a while, Jungkook pulls away.

• “Yes, there might be a chance. A huge one, actually,” he has no idea where he got the confidence to do and say this, but he doesn’t have a chance to feel nervous about it, because Jimin smiles with the most beautiful smile of his and his eyes are staring at Jungkook with the same amount of softness they did on the first day they met.

• “You have no idea how happy you just made me,” murmurs Jimin and tugs Jungkook in a tight hug at first, quickly pulling away and kissing him again. This time it’s not a shy kiss at all.

Bellamy Blake imagine: My Queen (Part 1)

Summary: It’s Unity Day and reader has been looking forward spending some time with Bellamy, but instead he is having fun with Clarke. Reader gets jealous and gets into the fight with him. Then she goes with him, Raven, hercbest friend, and Jasper on the mission as the backup for Clarke and she gets hurt.

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Word count: 3741


Originally posted by bobmorleypictures


For the first time since we came down here, I could see everyone having a good time. They finally got a chance to loosen up a little.

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mizjoely  asked:

Sherlolly prompt: Undercover sherlolly (or just sherlock) as an appliance repairman (bonus points for Molly admiring his plumber's crack if that's not too risque!)

I DIED when I got this ask! I have a husband in the construction field (yes I swoon over a tool belt just as much as a well tailored suit hehe) and he often works around the house so…yeah it’s not an unfamiliar concept lol. Had fun coming up with this CRACK fic muahaha…enjoy! ;D


Molly nearly jumped three feet in the air as she let herself and her date into her flat…and saw a man standing in her kitchen. And especially because it wasn’t just any man.

“My God, what are you doing here, Sh-”

“’At’s right, Miss,” he said, gesturing to his name tag. “Name’s Shawn. Ope you don’t mind your landlord let me in to work on that pesky dishwasher at’s been givin you troubles.”

Molly sighed heavily and glanced at her poor confused date standing next to her. “Um, sorry about this, Brent.”

“Not a problem,” he said with a smile. 

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PICKLE: *farts*

PICKLE: woah, do you smell that?! a ghost must’ve let one rip or something!! because it definitely wasn’t me… maybe we should get of here? it’s uh,, probably going to linger;;;

ELSA: ha ha… yeah, we should leave… like, now. so i can breathe. fresh air.

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This is Part Three in “Together”

Pairing: Jensen x Reader x Jared
Words:  1084

Read “Needy”
Read “Deserving”

A/N: The “Our Girl” series will be back after the first 6 parts of “Together,” so feel free to continue submitting ideas for it.
A/N2: If you want to be tagged in anything, just let me know.



         You were sitting in Jared’s trailer while the guys were doing late scenes. You had filmed all that you were needed for, but didn’t want to go home without the guys. So, you were waiting for the guys to get finished.

           “Well, that is the most beautiful thing to see when I get done working,” Jared said, coming into the trailer and seeing you curled up in his recliner while the TV played some random show.

           You smiled up at him, “Hi.”

           “Hey,” he leaned down and kissed you, “What are you doing?”

           “Watching TV. Trying not to fall asleep. You guys done filming?” you asked, not moving from where you were lounging.

           “Yeah. You wanna go home? Get some sleep?” he asked.

           You nodded, “Yeah. J too,” you said.

           Jared smiled, “I’ll call him. Tell him to meet us at your place for a sleepover,” he smirked.

           “Don’t make it weird, Jare,” you said.

           “Sorry, Babe,” he chuckled, getting his phone and hitting the button to call Jensen, “Hey, Man,” he said, “Meet us at Y/N’s. We’re leaving my trailer now. K. See ya then.”

           You stood up from the recliner, “Guess I should actually move then, huh?” you smirked at him.

           “I mean, if you just wanna stay here, we can,” he grinned.

           You shook your head, “Nah. I like sleeping in my bed. With my guys.”

           “Then who am I to disappoint?” 

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° ———– BLOODLINE SENTENCE STARTERS.

“ I always thought the greatest thing that happened to me was being born. ”
“ I’m gonna tell you everything. It’s not very pleasant. But it’s the truth. ”
“ Sometimes - you know something’s coming. ”
“ We’re not bad people, but we did a bad thing. ”
“ You supposed to be drinking? ”
“ I’m supposed to be dead. ”
“ The one who got away, you might say. ”
“ Your life’s not always gonna be this perfect. ”
“ Hey, how bad a thing are we doing here? ”
“ Don’t worry, bro. You ain’t Capone. ”
“ Well, if it isn’t the lesser of two evils. ”
“ They’ll be divorced by the time I’m through. ”
“ Are you seriously trying to threaten me? ”
“ No, baby. I’m not threatening you. ”
“ It’s never been our relationship, though, has it? ”
“ I could do the big-brother/sister thing. ”
“ Even when we were little kids, I felt sorry for you. ”
“ Now, I don’t care if you’re fucking around. ”
“ I got your back, Mister. I just hope you got mine. ”
“ Hey, I wanna tell you something. ”
“ Are you keeping secrets from me? ”
“ Oh, baby, I got a million of them. A million of them. ”
“ Okay. What are we talking about? ”
“ That little fucking game that you’re playing outside. ”
“ So you’re not having fun anymore? ”
“ What is it? You think you have something on me? ”
“ You think you can manipulate me because I cheated on my boyfriend? ”
“ It’s over. The game’s over. Do you understand me? ”
“ I don’t think now’s an appropriate time. ”
“ I don’t care. I’m not gonna live in fear of you. ”
“ What a fucking thrill for you to humiliate me. ”
“ Does this mean that I’m not gonna be doing the catering for the wedding? ”
“ Or what? What are you going to do? ”
“ You never protected me. I never felt safe in this house. ”
“ What the fuck is that supposed to mean, huh? ”
“ It’s good to have you home. ”
“ When is it going to end? ”
“ I’m taking you to the bus stop tonight. ”
“ Oh, that’s kinda sweet. Like a… a bit like a sailor’s ass. ”
“ I just gotta chill my family out. ”
“ It doesn’t end for me, why should it end for you? ”
“ Why don’t you ask your parents for the money? ”
“ The secret of life is knowing when to leave. ”
“ All right, now let’s think this through. ”
“ Shit, that would take balls. Even I’d be impressed by that. ”
“ Yeah, don’t worry about it. ”
“ Sorry to hear about what happened to you over at the boat. ”
“ I want you to make this investigation go away. ”
“ I want you to stay away from them. ”
“ What happens, is a bunch of rich people pay me to cook. ”
“ We all get the family that God dumps on us. ”
“ Yeah, fuck it. Just drive. ”
“ What does that mean? ”
“ I’ve got a few tricks. ”
“ So I’m gonna be around - for a while. ”
“ But if you confess, then everyone’s gonna know. ”
“ You’re not me, right? ”
“ If only there was another way through this. ”
“ You’re a fucking embarrassment to them. ”
“ No, you got it the wrong way around. ”
“ So, you’re ready to bet on yourself? ”
“ Wanna know when that happened? For real? ”
“ You know what? You’re no longer my fuckin’ problem! ”