I Know Your Wife (She Wouldn’t Mind) - Part Six

Summary: You have to break the news to Jared and, later, Genevieve. At a convention, Jared lets slip some information that gets you into an uncomfortable situation.
Jared x Reader (mentioned Jared x Gen, Jared x Reader x Gen), Genevieve, Jensen, Kathryn Newton (brief Matt and Rich)
Words: 6.2k+
Warnings: pregnancy, hella drama/angst, self-deprecating reader, uncomfortable confrontations
Beta: @blacksiren

IKYW Masterpost

Your name: submit What is this?

You had to get through another four hours of filming before you would get a chance to talk to Jared alone.

You apologised to the make-up team when you went back into the trailer, your face blotchy from being sick and your make-up ruined from crying.

The whole time you were on set, your mind was elsewhere. Specifically, you were wondering how to tell Jared that you were carrying his illegitimate, unplanned child.

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I’ve been hiding since you left
I’m building my walls back up
like clockwork
I hide behind layers of mascara and
clouds of smoke
food pushed across a plate and
smiles that don’t reach

I pretend not to recognize you
when I see you
and I know it seems so fucking cold
but there’s a wall between us

graffitied across

I love your goddamn freckles but
now I look away
without trying to count them all
in the back of my head

Not sure what happened
to all my defenses
but it felt like time
to hide again

—  Things I Can’t Tell You Anymore - Part I

You all know that everyone left around the same time after Oliver’s party last night, but that Oliver was the last one to go, and that Felicity walked him to the door and they lingered, both of them wanting to say something but knowing that they didn’t have to, because they’re finally, finally finding the same page again, and it’s so, so significant and amazing. They stood at the door for a long moment, neither speaking, until Felicity reached for his hand. Oliver saw her moving, his hand already coming up to meet hers, like they’re goddamn magnets or something, and their fingers touched, oh so softly, gently… and then more, slowly, their fingers sliding against each other’s, against their palms, against the insides of their wrists. You know that they both watched their hands, amazed how such an innocent touch could mean so much more. You know their fingers tangled together, that they simply enjoyed each other’s touch, finally able to enjoy such a simple, tiny thing that they had denied themselves for so, so long. And then Oliver laced their fingers together, squeezing her hand before bringing their interlaced fingers up to his lips as he looked at her again. Her eyes were glued to their hands but she felt his gaze and she met his eyes right when he kissed the back of her hand. He whispered, “Thank you,” and they both knew it wasn’t just for the party, just as much as they both knew that if he kissed her right now, she wouldn’t stop him. But he didn’t, because while that would be so amazing, realizing everything that’s always existed between them, there’s an even stronger urge to do this the Right Way, starting with another first date.

(they’re gonna have another first date and i’m emotional as hell about it)


Rhea: The Greek Titan and mother of Zeus. She who represents motherhood and fertility.

accidents happen to everyone…

Originally posted by sunshinejhp

Part 1

pairing: jung hoseok x oc
genre: straight smut
word count: 2.7k

My back slammed against the wall of Hoseok’s room, a gasp passing my lips as the air left my lungs. The sound of blaring music with heavy bass could be heard right outside the door, a party happening just beyond the threshold. All of our friends, drinking, laughing and having a good time together, completely unaware that two of their friends had snuck off. Hoseok grabbed onto my wrist and pulled them above my head, pinning them there. His touch was practically scorching my skin or maybe that was the alcohol coursing through my veins, but I don’t think I’d had enough for it to be that. All I knew was that my best friends lips against my neck felt better than I ever could have admitted.

“Hobi,” I breathed out as his mouth moved back up to mine, covering it with a hungry kiss. He hummed in response, not wanting to leave the petals of my already kiss stung lips.

“do you think this is a good idea? We’ve both been drinking and we’re friends. We could fuck this whole thing up, all because we’re horny. There’s a ton of girls out there you could have, I saw at least three eye-fucking you.” I informed him after I had managed to get my hands back and pull his face to look at me. His eyes were filled with lust and determination. He was my sunshine, my hope, my best friend, the shining light in my darkest days. Never in my wildest dreams had I thought I’d be seeing this predatory side of him. His hands everywhere, lips trailing any skin he could find, eyes raking over me like he was going to devour me at any given moment.

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King of the Lost Boys - Anthony Ramos x Reader (Chapter 3)

Summary: There are some new encounters with the other members of the Lost Boys, as well as an introduction to the local villainous gang. Noses are broken. 

Warnings: Quite a bit of swearing, blood and bruising mention. 

Words: 7,176 (can you tell that i’ve just stopped trying)

A/N: It’s really late where I am but I’m so excited for this?? What the heck. Anyway, just a little reminder that @alexanderhamllton and I have made matching aesthetics and playlists for the Lost Boys…coming soon to a tumblr near you…anyway, enjoy. Tags: @daveedsbra @myself-and-the-madman @clamilton @robotic-space @attackonmikaelson @pearltheartist @itsjaynebird

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The Pirates were a venomous crew of reptilian proportions, who didn’t play by the rules. They were of the privileged class, people who didn’t bother to think about their repercussions or the damage caused. Boredom is their motivation. Lives where everything is given to you, where money is not an issue, are lives that are awfully mundane. With a craving for possibility and the fire of resources at their fingertips, the Pirates seem to think themselves wonderfully immortal. They are the good ones gone wrong, a budding flower bitten at the stem by a poison with no antidote. In their blind want for something of substance, they chose to take as a method of getting what they want, but do not need. The local gas station cowers after a history of hold-ups. The department stores have lists of clients who are not allowed in; the Pirates are at the top.

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dirk and john awake all night because they both can’t sleep thanks to Depression™ laying in bed and watching super monkey ball speedruns on dirks phone. they’re both phased out their goddamn minds, and every now and then dirk mumbles “Nice.” at the screen when a particularly righteous stunt is pulled.

both of them are reaching the stage where they are forgetting to blink. john keeps asking “how did they do that?” and dirk keeps replying “practice” consistently forgetting he’s already said that 10 times now bc he’s focusing all his mental capacities on this fucking super monkeyball savant and thinking constantly to himself “i could do that” (fun fact he can’t at least not without dedicating a good fuckint year to learning how the Fuck to master monkeyball it’s actual horse shit that game is fucked and has at one point resulted in john throwing his controller out the window of the apartment and somehow directly into the wall of the adjacent building bc he has very strong arms….)

john eventually passes out a bit into them watching the mario64 speed run shit but dirk remains awake staring dead at the phone for the next 8 hours until mental and physical exhaustion drags him to the depths of sleep hell

  • nico is Uncomfortable with pda when he and will first start dating
  • like holding hands and smol kisses here and there are the best he can do when not in private
  • cus u know hes still shy and still tryna get used to the fact that someone actually likes him
  • but flash forward a couple of years or smth when nicos much more comfortable with himself and his relationship…
  • he and will make it their LIFE MISSION to make everyone else uncomfortable with their own pda
  • LIKE… theyll purposefully be obnoxiously schmoopy at each other and ppl are just like (sweats)
  • or theyll toss innuendos around and shit
  • bc listen to me nico di angelo is a literal fucking troll on the inside
  • and he likes to see his guy friends squirm bc hes a sassy snarky lil shit
  • will always goes along with it bc he finds it hilarious
  • usually percy and leo are his victims but also jason (frank is spared bc he is too good, too pure)
  • their respective gfs are 100% Team Nico
  • GODDAMNIT DI ANGELO is frequently heard around the camp
  • also this happens regularly with him and will:
    • one of them says something super sappy
    • “gay”
    • “yes, i am”
  • they make kissy noises at jason and percy when their bromance reaches critical mass
  • and ofc they still bicker all the time like thats honestly the basis of their entire relationship tbh
  • sometimes it gets so heated that theyll do the thing where they just stare at each other for a moment before making out right then and there
  • nico is a sass machine
  • will is a sass machine
  • and they are goddamn perf i will fight every last one of you on this one
Captured By The Game p.3

AN: Another part of my Nessian Escort AU. Thank you for all the lovely messages about this fic! It definitely prompted me to write this faster ;)

In this one, Cassian and Nesta spend some time by the seaside. Less porny and more on the feels side this time. Hope you like it!

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Cassian can’t quite believe she’s here with him.

He’s not exactly sure what he expected when he invited Nesta to spend a week away with him but as always, she managed to surprise him.

She said yes.

The elevation he feels, this euphoric flutter in his stomach gets crushed as soon as he realizes it must’ve been an offer too lucrative to refuse.

But then again, why does he care?

He’s never been one for attachments, Rhys and Az the only family he’s ever needed - and those two are a handful already.

But then Nesta Archeron waltzed into his office, all heels and trench coat, and only bare skin underneath. In the most glorious cosmic mix-up to ever grace his life, she barged in and shrugged off her Burberry frock, rendering Cassian mute and his jaw dropped during an important business call. A strangled shriek escaped her mouth as she realized her mistake and she fled from his office as promptly as she appeared, a subtle scent of her exotic perfume lingering in the air.

Naturally, he went after her. And Nesta faced with him her head held high, her composure steel and unwavering as if he hadn’t just seen her naked. Unimpressed with his easy jokes and his confident (although she’d probably call it cocky) demeanor, she proved to be a worthy opponent right from the start.

No feelings, no strings attached, no sharing of their personal lives. The rules were simple enough - the deal was struck.

Only a few months have passed since that moment.

And instead of meeting Nesta in some fancy hotel room as per their rules, he’s taking her to his summerhouse in Maine.

Well, shit.

Perhaps he’s lost his goddamn mind.

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anonymous asked:

Okay before I request, I wanna say I love your writing so much and I was so excited when you said you'd be opening prompts, you are a god damn delight. <3 Okay, prompt time. Do you think you could write Kovic/Lawrence/reader? Maybe where the reader is feeling low about their appearance and the boys just focus on her? (Can be fluff or smut or fluffy smut, I trust your judgement!)

A/N - Aww, thanks for the kind words, friend! They were almost as sweet as your prompt itself! I tried to do my best on this one, since I know all too well that body image issues can be a real pain, so hopefully this is not too much for all of y’all. And writing poly smut is always an interesting challenge, especially when trying to make it fluffier, so I hope this is all fine by you!

Pairing - Adam x Lawrence x Reader

Warnings - Swearing, sex, some body image issue-stuff

Word Count - 1, 807

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anonymous asked:

Geeeting! If you want to, Could you write a Billy x Jason fic about their kind of slow build in realizing they might have feelings for each other? If easier for you, instead of both it could be on the POV of whoever you want it to be💕

Maybe it was when he stopped shifting away from the hands outreached to him.

Maybe it was when he started reaching for those very same hands.

At first it was rare. When he needed a grip, a help-up. Then it was infrequent. When he needed something to pull him back on course, someone steady to keep him still. Then it became a constant. When he needed solace. Comfort. When he needed contact, interaction without speaking.

And Jason always listened.

Not in the simple way everyone did but he listened. Deeply. Entrenched. Wanting to know, to understand, memorizing every decibel, every word, every phrase and being able to parrot it all back at a later date.

Inside jokes built out of trust and memory.

He remembered so much.

And just for Billy. And Billy… Billy wanted to give him the stars if he could find a way to do it. Give him the moon, the earth, the stars and the heavens, if he could find a way.

The sun too, if he could a find a way.

Maybe it was because Jason was a helping hand when he needed it most and reliable, steady and constant, like a sunrise, ready to brighten up any day. Maybe it was because Jason was the soft shift of silken fabric when it was warm and the thick wrap of wool on a cold day. Maybe it was because Jason was warmth in the dead of night. Maybe it was because he was the cold in the summer sun.

Maybe it was because Jason was the world and the stars that lingered above.

Maybe it was just because he was Jason.

And maybe that was enough.

“I love you.”

For Jason, it was the day they met. He knew it. It just took a while to sink in.

The day they met. Billy’s pretty eyes, pained and wide, turning soft and grateful even as his lip trembled and fingers shook, the smack still sounding in air. And he was so pretty. So warm. Billy was like a flame and Jason was the ever diligent moth, attracted by the bright, bright light and willing to burn alive for it.

And he knew it from the twist in his gut and the fluttering swarm of cool heat that basted in him every time Billy smiled and he knew it from the drop of his stomach like dead weight the moment he saw Billy’s unmoving face.

It just took a while to settle in.

Maybe because he’d been afraid of hurting Billy or getting hurt by him. Maybe because he wasn’t sure. Maybe because Billy meant so much to them all he couldn’t risk it. Maybe because Billy was already so lost, he didn’t want to confuse him more. 

Maybe because Billy was the goddamn moon and Jason was just the earthly tides. Far out of reach, unable to touch but compelled by the pull anyway.

It didn’t matter though.

Not with Billy’s eyes looking soft and scared but his voice humming proud and unwavering. Not with his skin so warm from the summer air, thin calloused fingers trapped in a tight grip.

Not when the world was colliding into itself and everything that walled him up, kept him blocked and silent, shattered.

Not anymore.

“I love you too.”

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Get Out Alive Part 2

Originally posted by be-your--own-hero

Summary: When the outbreak started, Y/N was only a teenager. Her eighteenth birthday was only a few days away when it all went to shit. She’d flown from her hometown down to Austin for cousin Millie’s wedding. On the night of the reception, infected crashed the party, changing everyone’s world forever. Y/N managed to escape and started the long road of survival in this new and dangerous time. In Houston, she met a smuggler named Joel and his brother. The three worked together, but can anyone stay together in the apocalypse?

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Five Years Later

The image of infected dragging her parents from their car awoke Y/N with a start. There was no light filtering through the ripped old curtains by the window, so it was clearly still dark outside. Her father’s watch on her wrist said 4:00 am.

“Happy Birthday to me.” She sighed, sitting up and getting out of bed.

The room she had claimed for the price of a few hundred ration cards was small and crappy. The Houston quarantine zone itself was pretty small and crappy. The rules were fairly simple, don’t leave, do what we say, and you won’t get infected. It seemed simple, sure, but the rations the soldiers were supposed to give out kept becoming ‘scarce’ at odd intervals. It was when the ration lines didn’t open at all three years ago back in the Austin QZ, that she snuck out for the first time to get supplies.


A clicker would have taken her out if it hadn’t been for Autumn. Autumn was a one woman force of nature. If you got in her way, you regretted it. Even the soldiers let her get away with leaving most days.

When the clicker had Y/N pinned to the ground with it’s teeth barely an inch away from her face, a gunshot rang out and the creature’s head exploded. Autumn had just strolled over with an expressionless face and helped Y/N up.

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Road Trip

s u m m a r y // based off the au  “We were on miniature road trip together when my car broke down in the middle of nowhere. The heater isn’t working now and we’re both freezing because it’s rainy out, so we’re forced to huddle under a blanket in the backseat and share body heat (and oh my god this wasn’t meant to be romantic but if you keep looking at me like that I am going to kiss the shit out of you).”

You slipped on your denim ripped shorts that came just an inch below your ass. You were wearing a color corset top and some black sandals, your toes painted a pretty peach color. You hair was in a big ponytail a few pieces left out to frame your face. You and your best friend Justin were going on a mini road trip to Arizona—don’t ask why because you really didn’t know either. He called you yesterday asking if you wanted to do something today and suggested you go on a little rode trip to the four corners. The four corners was the only play you could stand in four states all at once, it’s a point where Utah, New Mexico, Colorado, and Arizona meet. You would only be gone for about a day since Arizona was right next to California. You tightened your ponytail a little bit checking your outfit on last time when your phone started to vibrate.

From: J to the B

On my way are you ready?

To: J to the B


You grabbed your black studded backpack starting to stuff things in it. You put your laptop inside with some random movies, your charger, your portable charging Starbucks cup (it’s real I swear and they’re cute), some random lip gloss, ear phones, your wallet, your sunglasses, and your camera—leaving your phone out to carry. You pursed your lips together thinking of anything else you might need but you couldn’t think of anything else. You closed the bag hearing the doorbell ring already. You walked over to the door twisting the smooth knob to reveal Justin leaning against your cherry wood door.

“Hi,” You smiled, your eyes observing his outfit.

He was wearing one of his fedora hats, a white shirt, some jeans and sneakers. You couldn’t see his hair through his hat but knowing him, he only put it on because he didn’t feel like gelling it. He had sunglasses on, a watch and his Cartier bracelets as usual.

“Hey,” He said returning the smile and giving you a hug. Pulling away, he looked at your outfit, “Nice shorts.” He chuckled tugging on them a little bit.

“Thanks,” You replied, feeling your heart flutter at his small compliment. You stared into his hazel brown eyes for a moment seeing him lick his lips as you stood in silence with a smile on your face.

Justin cleared his throat a little awkwardly when he realized you were staring at each other for quite some time, “You ready?” He asked scratching the back his head.

“Uh, yeah just let me get my bag real quick.” You coughed, turning on your heal to go get your backpack.

You grabbed it off your bed and turned off the lamp grabbing your house keys; wouldn’t want to forget those again. Turning off the bedroom light, you turned off the rest of the lights in your house walking over to Justin and leaving shutting the door.

You walked to his car side by side and he walked over to the passenger side opening the door for you. You hummed a small thank you as you got in and he shut the door after you then went over to his side hopping into the car. You set your bag in the back seat behind you putting your phone in your lap as  he put on his seat belt then started the car.

You took the aux cord hooking it up to your phone then scrolled through trying to a song you felt like listening to. Justin backed out of your drive way his eyes on the road. Kicking your feet up onto his dash, you decided on Come My Way (feat. Drake) by Fetty Wap, your current obsession—drakes part especially made you hype. Justin’s turned up the song bobbing his head a little making you laugh, as he looked over at you all comfortable in his car.

“All I gotta do is put my mind to this shit

Cancel out my ex, I put a line through that bitch”

You and Justin rapped in unison making you burst into laughter. You weirdly danced in your seat, Justin glancing over to you every once and a while to chuckle at your horrible attempt at dancing.

“Put your seat belt on.” Justin stated looking at you with a little worry in his eyes.

You listened to him, buckling it across your body. Looking out the window of his car you admired the beautiful palm trees in your sight. Your unbuckled your seat belt for a moment reaching in the back to get you camera out of your bag. Your ass was kind of next to Justin’s face and your heard him cough awkwardly as you sat back down in your seat.

You put your seat belt on then snapped some pictures of the palm trees. You took a picture of your feet; the front of Justin’s car, the rearview mirror then looked over at Justin. Pointing the camera towards him, you took a picture of him with his one hand on the steering wheel and the other rested on his lap. Justin’s head snapped in your direction when the flash went off grinning you as you took another of him.

“Take your hat off.” You winked subtly. He shook his head at you no licking his chapped lips. “Please.” You pouted at him sticking you bottom lip out.

He playfully rolled his eyes at you moving his hand that was on his lap to take it off then placed it on your head. You shrugged your shoulders not really minding it. Pointing the camera towards him again, you snapped a few more picture as you came to a red light. Justin’s hand left the steering reel and he grabbed the camera from your hands.

“Pose,” He said, giving you a slow and sexy smile.

You giggled putting up a peace sign the flash going off, you stuck out your tongue and crossed your eyes making a silly face the flash going off again, you titled your head and smiling, Justin took one last picture. He brought the camera from his face looking at the picture he just took of you.

“Beautiful.” A smile dangled on the corner of his lips as he stared down at the photo. You bit on your bottom lip glancing away. Justin looked up at you then set the camera down on your lap as the light turned green.

You sat straight in your chair, your lips pressed together. You didn’t know why you always got so flushed when Justin complemented you, you two were best friends and have been for a very long time—things like this never used to bother you but now it made you feel something you didn’t really know how to explain.

Fumbling with your fingers you looked over at Justin his messy hair on his head as he tapped his fingers against his seat. You crossed your legs together tapping the air with your foot as leaned your head back on the car seat.

“You tired?” Justin asked, turning his head to look over at you.

“A little bit,” You responded, batting your eyes at him a yawn escaping your mouth.

“Go to sleep,” He replied, turning a sharp corner making you see sunset through his window.

“—but I need a pillow.” You whined, hoping he would stop the car and offer his shoulder for a moment.

Instead when stopped at a stop sign he unbuckled his seat belt tugging his shirt off his body balling it up and handing it to you. You hid the smile that was trying to creep on your face as your eyes stared down at his tone chest. You felt your mouth water wondering when the hell he started working out again. He looked good shirtless all the time but (Beyoncé voice) goddamn. You found yourself staring at his defined abs wanting to just reach your hand out and rub your hands down them—or kiss them—or both.

“Y/N, hey.” He said waving his hand in front of your face snapping you out of your daydream.

“Huh?” You muttered, looking up at his eyes making a small chuckle leave his lips.

“I said I’ll wake you up when we stop for gas.” He repeated and you nodded you head.

Justin put his seat belt on as you turned laying on your side and shutting your eyes drifting off to the sound of him humming the every song that played.

You felt someone shake your shoulder making you groan and wake up from your lovely dream. Your dream was about Justin and oddly it wasn’t the first time—this time it was about something that was not so appropriate but it felt so real.

“Y/N, wake up before I pour water on you.” You heard Justin groan and the sound of a door shutting.

You opened your eyes the bright lights of the gas station hitting your eyes making you cover them. You cleared your throat taking off your seat belt and sitting up to see Justin not in the car. You looked around seeing him stand there pumping gas into the car, shirtless. There wasn’t anyone really outside just one or two cars; they were parked though. You opened the car door stretching out your tired legs as Justin looked over at you putting the gas things bag where it belonged.

“Hey sleepy head.” He breathed in a husky voice.

“Yeah, do you want your shirt back? It’s kind of cold out here.” You pressed, shivering yourself starting to run your hands up and down arms, goosebumps forming.

He nodded his head laughing as you opened the car back up tossing him his shirt. He pulled it over his head motion for you to follow him into seven eleven. You walked a little faster to catch up to him, his tattooed arm wrapping around your shoulder and pulling you closer to him. A roar of thunder made you stop in your tracks and jump. Justin looked up at the sky for a moment before you two continued walking.

When you stepped into the shop a small ding echoed and the gas station attendant greeting you with a hello, which you and Justin greeted back. You tried to drift away from Justin to go towards the candy isle but he pulled you back to him, his arm dropping to go around your waist.

“Justin, I want candy.” You laughed trying to get away from him. He pinched your side looking down at you since you were much shorter than him.

“You can get anything you want.” He said, giving you his famous smirk.

“Anything I want?”

“Anything.” You shyly crossed your arms around your chest walking towards the back where the drinks were. Looking through them you opened the glass door picking up a Half ‘N Half Snapple. “You want one?” You asked Justin as you held the door open just in case.

“Nah, I’ll get a Gatorade though.” He replied nodding his at it.

You picked it up handing the cold bottle to him and he grabbed it. You shut the door, as your hands were now freezing cold. Justin leaned against one of the other doors playing with the bottle in his hand. You smiled to yourself stepping up to him only for his eyes to meet yours. You bit your lower lip as he leaned in a little your lips brushing against his. Having to ruin the moment because you were just that kind of person, you put your cold hand onto his cheek making him groan.

“Ugh, shit that’s cold.” He grumbled taking your hands off his cheeks.

You laughed as he scrunched his nose up at you and you kissed it making him smile a little. You don’t know what was up with the two of you lately but you liked it. Justin held onto your cold hands bringing them down and rubbing his thumbs against the back of your hands.

“We should get some food.” You murmured, looking up at him. He nodded in response nothing saying anything.

He let go of one of your hands holding on to the other as you walked towards the candy. Justin interlaced his fingers with yours, your cheeks beginning to get hot—you didn’t mind at all. You looked through the chocolate not knowing which one to get; they were all so good.

“Which one should I get?” You asked sadly letting go his hand to hold a Twix in one hand and a Milky Way in the other.

“Just get both.” He shrugged his shoulder stuffing his hands in his pocket.

You mentally sighed knowing you probably shouldn’t have let go. He was probably thinking you didn’t want to hold his hand now but you wanted to, you really did.

“Alright.” You faked a smile.

Justin grabbed a bag of chips and took the stuff from your hand walking to the counter to pay for everything. He pulled his wallet out of his jean pockets swiping his card when the total came to $12.37. Grabbing the plastic bag, he held it in his hands telling the lady at the counter thank you. You walked out the station the air smelling like it was going to rain. You both got into the car starting to see small drips of waterfall from the sky. Justin dug into the bag handing you your stuff.

“Thanks.” You muttered, setting your drink down in the cup holder. You opened the mirrored sun visor seeing you hair was complete mess and you shirked. “Justin why didn’t you tell me my hair looked horrible.”

He looked over at you looking at it for a moment reply, “It looks fine, what are you talking about?”

“Do you not see this?” You raised your eyebrows at your frizzy hair.

“Here I’ll fix it.” He said reaching over to you. He grabbed ahold of the elastic pulling it down to let your hair loose. He flicked the hair tie somewhere.

“You just made it worse.” You whimpered, trying to fix it.

“Y/N, it looks fine. You still look as beautiful as ever.” He complemented opening his bags of chips. “You want some?”

You nodded your head and he handed the bag to you chewing as he grabbed his eyes out of his pocket. He put them into the ignition starting it then putting his seat belt on. You chewed on the tasty chips in your mouth doing the same. You pushed the button on the side of the seat leaning you chair back a little so you could get comfortable. Justin backed up, leaving the gas station and turning into a road surrounded by trees and dirt. He reached over to you grabbing a chip from the bag and putting it in his mouth.

“Can you open that?” He questioned, pointing towards his drink.

You grabbed his drink twisting the cap off and handing in to him. He drank a few gulps then handed it back to you. You put the cap back on and set it down back into the cup holder. Another clap of thunder sounded starting to make you a little scared, as it got cold in Justin’s car.

“Can you turn on the heat or something?” You posed starting to feel goosebumps on your arms.

“It’s actually broken right now. Damn, I didn’t even think about it before we left.” He cursed looking over at you shiver. “Sorry.”

“It’s alright, I think I’ll manage.” You said opening the Twix bar that you previously had placed on your lap.

“There might be a blanket back there that I left one day.” He mentioned, taking a quick glance back to see.

You unbuckled your seat belt reaching back to get the blanket setting it in your lap as you sat back down. Justin turned on his windshield whippers driving down the road. You wrapped you self in the warm blanket looking over at Justin.

“You cold?”

“A little bit, I think I’ll manage.” He chuckled mocking you from earlier. It was silent for a moment until he spoke up again. “You know, I think you were moaning in your sleep.”

“What?” You asked in sort of a question, narrowing you eyes at him as you took another bite of your Twix.

“I think you were moaning in your sleep.” He repeated looking over at you and you could tell he was trying to hold back the smirk on his face.

You didn’t say anything your mouth just hung open your eyes focused ahead of you not knowing how to respond to that. What were you suppose to say? Like yeah Justin I was and it wa because I was dreaming about you—damn you never should’ve took his shirt and he shouldn’t have took it off.

“So who were you dreaming about?” He posed, taking your Twix out of you hand for a moment to take a bite.

“No one.” You said simply even though you knew he was going to think you were lying.

“Oh, come on it was about someone.”

“No it wasn’t it, it wasn’t about anyone at all.” You lied, rolling you head still not making any eye contact with him.

“Then look at me.” He said, a pit of nervousness settling in your stomach.

Just as you were about to say something else the rain started to pour harder and Justin’s car slowly came to a halt. You looked at him seeing a confused look knowing that it wasn’t on purpose. He slowly turned the steering wheel and it stopped on the side of the road.

“I think there’s something wrong with engine or something.” He huffed. “Great, we’re in the middle of nowhere and it’s cold.”

He was pretty right you guys wouldn’t be able to fix anything until the rain stopped. “At least we’re together.” You stated seeing Justin shiver.

You looked towards the back not knowing if you should take a chance of not. You decided to, taking your seat belt off you threw the blanket into the back. Justin looked at you as you climbed back there.

“Come on,” You said, waving your hand for him to lay with you.

He opened his mouth like he was about to say something then closed it slipping off his shoes then climbing in the back with you. You sat up straight for a moment taking off you sandals as he made himself comfortable against side of the car. He patted his lap so you scooted over sitting on top him then spreading the cover over the both of you. His cold hands touched you waist making you shiver a little bit.

“Oh, I have my laptop do you want to watch a movie?” You asked looking at him behind you. He nodded his head so you leaned down grabbing your laptop out your bag and the five movies you stuffed in there. “I have Monster in Law, Stepbrothers, Bride Wars, Mean Girls, and Divergent.”

“You brought a whole bunch of chick movies.” He chuckled, hid breath against your neck.

“—Well I didn’t think we’d watch them they were just in case.”

“You pick.”

You picked Bride Wards since it was funny and romantic, also you haven’t seen in a while. You opened you laptop the screen flashing a picture of you and Justin. It was from your birthday party a few months ago. Justin was dressed nicely in a suit and you were in a low-cut black dress. You hand your arms wrapped around his neck and one of your legs of the ground in a cute way as Justin’s hands were on your waist and he was looking into your eyes.

“I remember that picture.” He said and you could hear the smile on your face. “That was the day your sister thought we were dating so I had to pretend to be your boyfriend.”

You thought back on that day, it was a great and it was true. She kept pressuring you about not dating anyone so it kind of slipped that you were dating Justin so he went along with it. Putting the disk inside the laptop rested on your lap as you leaned your head back into Justin’s chest his fingers starting to trace little circles on your hips. You could hear the sound of the rain against the car as the movie started. You felt Justin’s eyes on you so you couldn’t help but turn your head to look at him—he was looking back.

You stared at each other being able to glimpse part of each other’s face from the light of your laptop. You bit your lip from nervousness his eyes flickering down from your eyes to your lips. You wanted to kiss him, really bad. His soft lips brushed against your plump ones making you let out a small breath. His lips stayed there for a moment as if he was contemplating if he should kiss you or not.

“Kiss me.” You whispered.

Not having to ask twice his lips pressed against yours making you shot of ecstasy go through your body. You didn’t notice until now how bad you wanted it to happen—you were glad it was. You slowly kissed him back wanting to savor the moment as one of hands reached up to your face. He tucked some of your hair behind your ear cupping your cheek to keep your lips against his.

This felt right and hoped it felt right to him too. He pulled away from the kiss biting your bottom lip lightly in the process, smiling down at you. You smiled back not knowing what to say so you just turned your attention back to the movie. Justin fingers starting to play with your hair as you played that moment over and over again in your head.

Don’t Touch My Babies

Based on Anon Prompt: “Imagine if the reader and Owen catch someone abusing the raptors, cue Alpha/Daddy!Owen being protective if his girls and the reader is like “yeah don’t mess with Owen’s girls” and then they take care of the raptors Btw I love your stories!”

You get to work early, excited to see Owen. Last night was the first time you slept at his place, but you didn’t want to do the walk of shame in the morning so you left around 5. There’s not many people at the paddock, mainly just a few people from night crew, when Owen pulls up on his motorcycle. You turn to face away from him to hide the huge grin across your face, but he comes up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist and kisses your shoulder.

“You left early,” he accuses rather than asks and you shrug your shoulders.

“Had to get my stuff.” You laugh as you try to pull away from him and he refuses to let you go. He lens down to kiss you but just as his lips touch yours, you both freeze. You heard it, and you’re sure he did too. It was one of the raptors for sure, but it wasn’t one of their usual noises. She sounded like she was in pain.

You take off running after Owen as he heads towards the safety cage but you stop dead in your tracks, almost crashing into him. One of the men from the night crew is in the cage, with Charlie strapped into her restraint, and he’s holding a taser stick. He didn’t hear you approach so he laughs and reaches it out towards the side of her face and Owen pushes through the door.

The poor man barely has time to turn around before Owen punches him square in the jaw. He falls to the ground, clearly disoriented, and can’t get back to his feet. You run over to Charlie and undo all the holdings, letting her run back out into the foliage. You turn to see the man cowering at Owen’s feet.

All he says is, “If you ever so much as look at one of my girls wrong again, I will lock you in the goddamned paddock and watch them tear your limbs off.”

The seriousness and fury in his voice makes you shiver, but the man on the floor is in worse condition; it almost looks like he’s crying. He apologizes profusely and begs Owen not to hurt him. He’s not so tough without his taser stick, is he?

Owen turns to walk out of the cage without saying another word, but you walk over to the asshole. You’re not as tall and looming as Owen, but you look down at him with disgust.

“You’re lucky to be alive right now.” You bend down and reach for the taser and hold it out towards him. “If I was as bad as you,” you say stretching out your arm so the sparks fly just beside his neck, “I would do it. But I’m not.” You turn it off and turn to leave. “Only dead men mess with Owen’s girls.”

anonymous asked:

GOM and kagami being taken cared of by their s/o after being injured during a basketball game or practice, please :)

Ehh, I made it less about the injuries and more about… well, you’ll see. Hopefully you like it! I’m putting it under the cut for the length.

– Lena

Kuroko: “There you go,” you said with a smile, as you held out a handbag full of sweets, fruit and chocolate, and in your left hand, shook the vanilla milkshake. “I hope you get well soon.”

“Thank you for your concern, ____-san. I’m not sick, however. It’s just ankle sprain.”

“Oh shut up. At least let me coddle you a little from time to time. It’s gotta hurt.”

For a moment, he looked like he wanted to argue, lips opening, but voice not coming out. Then he smiled. It was undoubtedly the sign of your victory.

Grinning, you dropped the goods in his lap. “Good boy,” you said, then leaned in and kissed him on the forehead. “I’ll go make you some soup, before you gobble down all of those. I also heard about some herbal mixtures that could help the recovery process. Don’t worry, you’ll be back on the court in no-time.”

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Mysteries are Not to be Solved

He plucks the cigarette from your hand, twirls it between his lithe fingers and brings it to his mouth. A long drawn out breath, his vacancy begs for fulfillment. You watch his ribs open like flower petals. 

“You should stop smoking,” he tells you and smiles ironically at the withered cig still dangling off the ridge of his knee. “It’s bad for you.”

“Why do you do it?”

Sehun holds the stick between his teeth, leans over, ruffling your hair, laughing when you scowl. “Little girls shouldn’t be asking questions.”

“Stop treating me like I’m ten. I’m only two years younger than you.”

“Which makes you practically a fetus.”

“Please,” you reach over and pull it from his teeth, extracting an impatient sigh. “I’m not going to listen to you.”

He turns toward you and—


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Monster AU Part II: The Frogs

Part of the Monster Haus AU

Part One Here

AHHHH thank you everyone who indulged my stupid monster AU!!! You’re all a delight. I know some people asked me for more Kitchen Witch Bitty and Jötunn Jack and there were more questions and I’ll get to that BUT I wanna introduce the whole team before I get into real shenanigans so HERE THEY ARE. THE FROGS…and tadpoles.  

Once again, thank you @midnitedancer for all of your beautiful ideas and contributions. 

A summary: Chowder is adorable and is just happy to be here. The Demonic D-Men are both in need of some serious help. One is a pain in the neck, and the other has a pain in his neck. They are unrelated occurrences.  

Also featuring appearances from Accidental HBIC Farmer, Trying His Best Tango, and Whiskey the Mystery. 

  • Bitty gets used to his new friends. Jack isn’t half as scary as he was before, he’s actually not really scary at all now. And kind of cute, in his own Frost Giant way, BUT THAT’S NOT THE POINT RIGHT NOW. 
  • He carries salt packets around for Lardo just in case, he learned to make a few new all vegetarian dishes just for Holster, and in one truly memorable bonding experience - he helped shave Ransom’s back. 
  • But now there’s a whole new batch of creatures boys coming in and he’s going to have to readjust. He’s excited…but a little terrified. 
  • He saw the roster after all, this year might be a little rougher. 
  • But then of course he meets Chowder and takes everything back. 
  • Chowder is a Chinese Demi-God from southern California, and a literal ray of sunshine. Well, actually he’s a literal rain cloud, but he’s doing his best. 
  • He is descended from the Thunder God Lei Gong on his mother’s side. 
  • Despite his relation to an all powerful thunder dragon, Chowder himself looks rather human, and no one is quite sure if he’s constantly holding back his powers, or if they are really just that mild. 
  • As it is, Chowder really causes small breezes and the occasional light rain when he’s particularly upset. As the goalie, there is somewhat of a worry that he might use his powers to move the puck, but he swears on his mother’s life he would never. He actually claims he can’t even use his powers when he’s so worked up over a game. There have been disputes. 
  • He’s sweet and gentle and Bitty adores him like his own son. But his son is calling the two new defensemen his brothers - so Bitty thinks he might need to get used to them as well. No matter how much they frighten him.
  • His tiny storm cloud son and the two Demonic Defensemen. 

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anonymous asked:

I want some cute headcanons please. Comfort food headcanons of your faves

awh heck dove, I’ll make a comfort food post for all of them!

Overwatch Team Comfort Food Headcanons

Genji: miso soup, especially on snowy winter nights.

McCree: Southern mom-style bacon macaroni and cheese (especially Jack’s infamous recipe) or tex-mex fusion chili (Gabi’s old recipe.)

Pharah: caramel corn. It combines two things that she was never allowed to eat growing up: buttered popcorn and caramel. 

Reaper: His abuelita’s chili recipe always hits the spot, no matter what time of year it is. He can never get the recipe quite right, though, and he swears that he would bring her back from the damn dead if she could just tell him what the hell he;s got wrong with it

Soldier76: His own apple pie. He makes the best classic American comfort food literally anyone could ever ask for, and when fall rolls around he bakes pies for days. You can smell it from six blocks away. 

Sombra: She likes Cool Ranch Doritos ground up and sprinkled on top of a Cherry Coke and Neapolitan ice cream float. don’t ask, just roll with it

Tracer: Chicken soup for days. That’s all that can be said. 

Hanzo: he says his favorite is onigiri, but he lowkey has a stockpile of pre-made tacos in his pantry for whenever Jesse  turns a blind eye on him for more than half an hour rainy days.

Junkrat: meat pies. Roadhog and him share a mutual love for meat pies of literally any kind (unless they’re human meat, of course.) He could eat meat pies all day and all night, while Roadhog could cook them up for him all day and all night. 

Mei: She has a handful of green tea KitKats with her at all times. 

Torbjorn: nothing can comfort him. he has no soul

Widowmaker: Amelie had loved chocolate chip cookies, but Widowmaker has a more bitter preference when it comes to her sweets. Dark chocolate (usually 75% or more) is usually what she reaches for when she needs a soothing shot of calories. 

D.Va: we all knew this was gonna be Doritos. We get it. She fucking loves Doritos. You know what else she goddamn loves? Her dad’s kimchi- even if no, no it’s not supposed to be eaten as a snack. She does just that anyways of course.

Reinhardt: as we’ve learned from the comics, Reinhardt sure does love his currywurst. The smell of it kind fo follows him wherever he goes, too, but he likes it. 

Roadhog: besides meat pies, he;s got a strong love for biscuits and gravy. He makes even better biscuits than Jack does- after his first year on the team, he brought a batch to the Thanksgiving Annual and kind of blew everyone’s minds. 

Winston: peanut butter and bananas may seem like a strange combo to everyone else, but he swears by them. If he wants to indulge in himself a bit more than usual, he adds Nutella into the mix as well. 

Zarya: though she changes her dip depending on the season, Zarya is always guaranteed to have some tvorozhniki (or syrniki) on her table whenever one visits her apartment. For fall, she likes to dip it in warm applesauce. 

Ana: Kushary. She grew up selling it on the streets for charity funds, but never got tired of the taste (or the smells.) Pharah’s still in the process of getting rid of every single lentil within a twenty-mile radius, though.

Lucio: He’s not really much of a cook, but he gave a basic recipe for pao de queijo to McCree once and has, since then, been going over to his place every week to pick up a fresh batch. 

Mercy: She’s a sucker for rocky road ice cream and marshmallow fluff on top. 

Symmetra: not really one for "comfort food" , because, as she will very defensively say: “Even the very concept is dangerously unhealthy and possibly disastrous for my control.” What she means is: if someone lets me have a bowl of curd rice, I might not stop eating it until I quite literally burst at the seams.”

anonymous asked:

That one strip of skin that shows when a person reaches up for something, or tongues battling for dominance (or they smelled like x and x and something else that was undefinably them)

did I ever tell you guys about the time I almost broke all the bones in my hand in college because I was hammering a nail and the Object of My Affections stretched and exposed that strip of skin and I lost my goddamn mind and also my grip on the hammer.

I think an extremely weathered sailor would have been impressed with the width of my vocabulary in that moment. There was a deep purple bruise on my index finger for weeks.

so like. that’s a real thing.

A bunch of my former colleagues/friends are having a beach weekend for one of their upcoming weddings. I knew I wouldn’t be invited to the actual wedding because they’re keeping it small and I’m not a close friend. I’ve told them though that I want to contribute to their honeymoon fund. But I keep trying to reach out to this person to spend time with them and they keep telling me they would love to, blah blah blah, and then they don’t talk to me again until I reach out. It’s now obvious they don’t want me as a spend-time-with-friend. But they’re all sending me snaps of the fun they’re having and it just feels like a goddamn slap in the face. I’m this close to removing them from my snapchat just because…what’s the point? They’re not interested in staying in touch with me in any meaningful way, and I’m tired of it.