Your Chariot Awaits

i’ll drive you

#73: “I like proving you wrong”

#74: “Girls can’t drive, plain and simple”

warning: a bit of cursing, and temporary sexism

word count: 1,063

a/n: My first writing of Jeff Atkins on this blog! Hope you like it and feel free to send in more requests! I also made a really bad pun that I hope no one notices if you wanna know it, hmu in my ask box;)

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Hufflepuff x Gryffindor Relationship Would Include:

Requested :)

Originally posted by pastel-rainclouds

  • Piggy back rides…EVERYWHERE!!!!
  • “Your incompetent chariot awaits!”
  • the Gryffindor hauling the Hufflepuff onto their back and running with them to their next class 
  •  rapturously euphoric laughs resonating around the corridors they trample through
  • The Hufflepuff calling out guilty, “Sorry!”’s  to every person the Gryffindor  obliviously inconveniences
  • both taking it in turns to carry the other or rather the Gryffindor unexpectedly jumping on the Hufflepuff’s back and dynamically  requesting to be taken somewhere
  • the Hufflepuff almost always doing the same to them to which the Gryffindor obliges only slightly begrudgingly
  • Them cuddling by the fire wrapped up in a cocoon of blankets with the Hufflepuff snuggled into the Gryffindor’s arms
  • forehead kisses and always holding hands
  • The Gryffindor not being able to resist persuading the Hufflepuff to do  daring challenges with them
  • “Wanna see how many times we can run past Filch’s office until we get caught?”
  • contagious smirks and eyes alight with devious fire emitting from the Gryffindor
  • “I’m going to regret this afterwards aren’t I…?”
  • “most probably.”
  • “let’s do it.”

Originally posted by dreamingistheonlyway

  • Afternoons spent by the Great Lake among the untamed grass watching as the water-borne magical creatures show off their unique beauty
  • The Hufflepuff loving to play with Gryffindor’s hair who obstenstatiously acts as though they don’t like it. 
  • But loving it it just as much as them, most likely more.
  • Falling asleep together with the Hufflepuff delicately curled atop the Gryffindor’s chest as the sun crawls across the ambrosial grass and seeps into the  horizon.

Originally posted by infinity-means-us

  • The Hufflepuff’s sympathetic and understanding qualities making the Gryffindor less reckless and brash
  • Also being able to calm the Gryffindor down when they’re shaking with apoplectic rage
  • The Gryffindor’s bolder qualities allowing the Hufflepuff to be less shy and more comfortable in their own skin
Double Trouble

Summary: Reader is close to Danny, nearly a sister, and she drops by on vacation. 

Pairing: Steve McGarrett x Reader

Warning: Makes jokes dealing with reader being a sex therapst, mild threats, McDanno banter

Words: 1,200

*I don’t own Hawaii Five-O characters, obviously. And credit to the people who created the gifs - aka not me. Oh, and my stories are one-shots until requested differently

Originally posted by peggyswilliams

Originally posted by my-whortleberry-friend

Danny’s phone rang, he looked up to Steve, who was driving, and tried to decide whether he should answer it in front of him or not, “Hey Doll, why are you calling so early, your flight isn’t supposed to arrive until tonight.”

He glanced up to the very curious Steve McGarrett, who was trying to figure out who his partner was talking to. Steve didn’t know someone was flying in to see Danno, “Who’s on the phone?” Danny continued to talk to you and ignore his partner, “Hey, who you talking to?”

Slapping his hand away, “Can’t you see I’m on the phone. You see this object I am talking into – it works like one of those tin cans you use to talk into, you know to another person,” he pointed to the phone, “I’m talking to someone, you animal.”

“Alright, alright,” he put his hands up defensively.

“I’ll be there in twenty minutes, just hold tight,” Danny said to you over the phone. He hung up looking over to an innocent, but nosey Steve, “Can you please start making your way to the airport?”

“The airport, are we expecting company,” Steve asked, acting clueless.

Shaking his head, passively laughing, “We? We aren’t expecting anything. I have family flying in from Jersey. They found an earlier flight out of the blue and they just landed. I don’t have time to drop you off and drive my car to get her – so here we are,” Danny explained, emphasizing on the my car part.

“Her, family – Daniel,” Steve looked over to his partner, prying some more, “Why would you not tell us, your family in Hawaii, that you had another family coming in.”

Frustrated, “She was my brother’s best friend from home, okay,” he yelled, “She’s like my little sister and it’s been hard on her recently with missing Matty. So she is coming to stay awhile.”

They arrived at the airport, “Why haven’t you ever mentioned her,” Steve ask, “This Y/N?”

“Grace has,” he said, looking around the crowd, “Remember that story about the aquarium and the boy picking on her.”

“She’s the fish tank girl,” he asked shocked.

“Yeah,” he grumbled, “Y/N is the fish tank girl.”

You were walking around aimlessly, trying to catch sight of that helmet of blonde hair, “Danny,” you screamed over the crowd, dropping your suitcase, and pulling him into the tightest hug, “It’s so good to see you.” Steve eyed you up, instantly intrigued by your high waisted jean shorts and belly shirt. Pulling away, you look at the man watching the both of you, “Tall, dark, bruiting, troublemaker spirit, and a smirk – you must be Steve, I’m Y/N.”

“Fish tank girl,” Danny pointed to her.

Shrugging at the memory, “Not my finest moment,” you said, half laughing.

Steve grinned at you, gripping your hand tightly to shake, “Nice to meet you. I hope you don’t believe a thing that comes out of this man’s mouth.”

“Daniel,” you point to him, who was pulling your suitcase along with him to the walk to the car, “Never, Jersey people, we like to embellish with dramatics.”

“Aye,” he pushed you gently, “You’re lucky you’re grown up or I’d be shoving you in a closet.”

Steve opened the door for you letting you climb in the back. Danny shoved Steve and started to banter about Steve’s unnecessary flirting with his practically little sister. Danny put your luggage away, “So Y/N, what do you do in Jersey?

“Oh, I’m a sex therapist mostly,” you shot out, looking at the environment around you.

Steve was trying to get some water, nearly spitting it out in Danny’s car. “Y/N,” Danny yelled, “That’s not true, Steve – she is a professor.”

Steve coughed, “Sex therapist – what does that entail,” staring straight at Danny, smirking. Out of your line of sight, Danny motioned for Steve not to start, glaring at him.

“Oh you know,” I said watching the beauty of island past by the window, sneaking a peak at Steve, “I deal with people who have issues with intimacy, fetishes, dysfunctions – the usually, maybe even a tip or two.”

Nodding his head, he looked at you through his mirror, “So you’re an expert.”

“Seven years of education would say yes, I am an expert,” I smile, I knew what he was doing.

“Stop it,” Danny pinched Steve, “Y/N here has a Ph.D. in personality psychology and we are very proud of her.”

“Thank you Danno.”

Eventually you ended up and Danny’s house, Steve grabbing your bag from the back. You walked into the front yard, you couldn’t get over the beauty of this place, “Steve, if you try to hit on her one more time, I’ll break your Navy Seal face.”

“Commander,” you called to him, “You’re considered a local right,” you ask.

He nodded, watching you curiously, “Yeah, grew up here.”

“Want to show me around,” Danny looked between the both of you shocked, “In exchange, maybe I’ll give you some tips,” you grin, watching Danny’s expression.

Steve didn’t know what to say, “I don’t think I need any tips in that department, but I’m happy to show you all around the island. Hope you packed a bikini,” he caught what you were doing.

“Hey,” he yelled, “I’m standing right here. You don’t need this animal to see the island, that’s why you have big brother Danny,” he continued to increase his volume, “Plus, you’ll most likely get shot at and I don’t need that. Now get your purse and walk inside the house.”

“Same old Danno,” you grin, picking up your bag and walking inside the house, “Bye Commander,” you wink at him.

Steve walked next to Danny, “I like her.”

“I’m going to punch you in the mouth,” he said to his partner, “She is only saying those things to get a rise out of me.”

“And yet it is working,” he made fun of his partner.

Stabbing Steve with his finger, “Don’t even breathe in her direction, she is off limits you, Neanderthal.”

“I’m ready for the beach,” you skip out in a bikini and sunglasses. You missed playing games on Danny like this, it felt right. And you missed it more than anything - so you couldn’t stop, even if you were pushing Danny’s limits.

Danny looked at you in awe, Steve check you out, nodding his head in approval, “You know, I have the best beach at my house. Danno,” he touched his partner’s shoulder, “Grab some swim trunks, we’ll barbeque there. I’ll call Chin, Kono, and Grover – it’ll be a family gathering.”

“No,” Danny yelled, “No – put a shirt on.”

“Too late,” Steve answered looking at his phone, “Everyone’s headed over to my place – they can’t wait to meet your Sex Therapist sister,” he grinned, motioning you to his car, “Come on beautiful, your chariot awaits, welcome to paradise.”

Meeting his eyes as you make your way into the car, enjoying Danny’s anger, “I’m glad to see chivalry isn’t dead, thank you sir,” you turn around and wink at Danny, who you had to have steam coming out of his ears. This was going to be an exceedingly fun vacation and Steve McGarrett was the key.

The Tucker-White Twins: Part 6

Fandom: The Sebastian Stan Fandom???

Pairing: Lance Tucker x Reader, Dayton White x Reader

Summary: After a domestic dispute, Aileen Tucker and Richard White decided to separate taking one twin with them. Lance went with Aileen and Dayton went with Richard. Both raised how their parent wanted them to be: a successful gymnast and a famous NASCAR driver.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

A/N: Slowly getting there. The whole polyamorous relationship will form soon. As well as the smut. Nice, sinful smut. :3

Originally posted by mylastlove-mylastsong

Originally posted by sebastiasnstan

The next day both you and Lance came into work with smiles on your faces. He came up to you at the front counter grinning from ear to ear, “Hey, beautiful.”

You giggled, “Hey, handsome.”

Lance leaned over and kissed your cheek, “Hope you have a good day today.”

“Same to you.”

“I am now.” He gave you a wink and walked into the gym to begin working with his trainees. 

Some hours passed by and, despite doing the usual paperwork, you were enjoying yourself. You were too deep in your happy place that you didn’t realize that Dayton was standing there at the corner until you looked up.

“Ah!” You jumped back clutching your chest.

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Jughead wiped the sweat and dirt off of his forehead with a callused hand, he had quickly realized he enjoyed working for Andrews Construction more than he ever thought he would, it was hard work but it was good work and he felt useful and needed. He and Archie had just finished for the day and Jughead was anxious to get back to the lockers to grab his phone, Betty hadn’t been feeling well and with Veronica’s father coming back to town Betty took the brunt of Veronica’s emotional breakdowns.

“She’s my best friend, if I can carry a little of her weight, it’s worth it.”
The selfless blonde had said that afternoon at the lunch table, with Veronica napping on her shoulder.
Not only was Veronica’s constant need for support and affection taking a toll on Betty but Polly was due this month and after Hal had left, too much responsibility was heavily placed on the Youngest Cooper, to make sure her family was okay, make sure no one fell apart. But then of course there was Jughead, Betty hadn’t fully gotten over the things he had said to her the night of his birthday party, he could tell she was still hurting, her insecurities were a bit more prominent and she still hesitated to call Jughead when she needed him. He had apologized about thirty times and although she said it was okay he couldn’t help but hate himself for making her hide who she was around him.

He looked to his right and tried to zone back in on the conversation he was supposed to be having with Archie

“So I’m thinking I take her out of town ya know? Get her mind off of things, Veronica could use the escape and I’ve been meaning to get her alone for the past few days. You might wanna do the same for Betty. Dad said you could use his pickup truck all weekend since he’s using the company car and I’m using the van.” Archie explained , side eying his best friend trying to convey how good an idea it was.

Alone with Betty for an entire weekend? No nosy best friends and damaged families? Just the two of them. Where would they even go?
Almost as if reading his mind Archie spoke again.

“Ronnies gonna show me around New York, it’s where she’s happiest. I know Betty’s grandparents own a cottage just a few towns over, they’re in Florida right now but Betty loves it there, just an idea.” The red headed boy grinned, strolling into the trailer and grabbing his bag from the locker.

Could he really do this? Just whisk her away, stay somewhere small, secluded, comfortable? Pulling his phone out he clicked on the new message from Betty

BETS: guess who’s fighting with his boyfriend? I’ll give you a hint - it’s Kevin Keller. :/ I might not be able to make it tonight, he’s currently crying on my bathroom rug. Sorry Romeo, duty calls. **** Juliet

Slamming his phone on the table Jughead had made a decision, she needed him right now and he was not about to let this opportunity pass. The car ride to Archie’s was filled The ginger haired boys constant chatter, as soon as they parked, Jughead was out of the car and up the stairs , throwing things in a duffel and saying goodbye to a vey confused Fred.

He double rang the Coopers doorbell and smiled when a very pregnant Polly Cooper opened the front door, ear phones in and a happy smile on her face
“Hey jug! Is Betty expecting you? She’s upstairs with Veronica and Kevin right now, the poor boy won’t stop crying, I know I said I wanted a son but I’m thinking a daughter may be better.” She winked moving aside to let Jughead slide past her protruding Belly, he placed an open hand on her stomach and smiled
“This little bug is definitely a boy, count on it Polly.” He grinned.

Polly rolled her eyes as Jughead straightened his back and stared at her seriously

“Polly I need your help, I want to take Betty away, just for a few days. I’m not asking you to lie but I need you to not tell Alice where we’re going” he shrugged shyly.

Polly was nodding before he even finished the first word

“I won’t tell, I’ve got your back. Betty needs this, she needs you. Give me an address and have her home before baby Blossom is born and you are in the clear.” She placed a hand to Jugheads shoulder, her natural maternal instinct kicking in
“You’re a good boy Jughead Jones and I trust my sister with you, take care of her okay? Lord knows someone has to.” The hormonal blonde wipes tears from her eyes before moving away quickly mumbling
“Damn baby, making me cry all the time.”

Jughead laughed heartily and started his sprint up the stairs, he slammed into the room to find Betty in a tiny silk green nightgown and Veronica in a blue one, both sitting in the ground next to a wallowing Kevin. Damn did Betty look good, he swallowed hard as he eyed her before shaking his head and heading to her closet grabbing the familiar lavender duffel bag and throwing in on her bed

“Come on, pack up! We’re wasting daylight.” Jughead started pulling her off the ground gently by her hand, Betty stared up at him confused

“What are you…” she questionedreailing off as she saw Veronica begin packing her bag

“I mean I totally knew this would happen, Archie’s taking me to New York and we both know Jughead is way more smitten, of course he’d make it a surprise. So dramatic” Veronica continued finalizing the tiny duffel bag and shoving it into Betty’s arms before running a hand over her perfect curls
“Okay all set, you guys have fun.. but not too much fun.”

Betty was practically shuffled down the stairs at a loss for words, she finally found her voice as she stood in front of the beat up truck, noticing Jugheads bag in the front seat.

“What is going on?!?”
Betty shouted, throwing her hands up.

Jughead smiled slightly, gently placing his hands on her hips
“We’re going away for the weekend, a cottage a few towns over? Archie mentioned you liked it. It’s just gonna be us, no responsibilities, no problems.. just us.” He could feel his girlfriend melting into his arms but she was still tense

“I can’t just go! What about Polly? The baby? Veronica?” She rambled, her eyes searching frantically.

Veronica stepped forward now
“Everything you’ve done for me? I need you to go with him Betty, you deserve this. And as for Polly and the Baby your mom will be home and we all know how Kevin likes to hang around your house.” She rolled her eyes as the flamboyant boy gasped in indignation.

“I can’t just.. I can’t.. can I?” She muttered looking up to her boyfriend who placed a kiss to her forehead and smiled his boyish grin

“You can and you will. Now come on your chariot awaits, he moved to the side of the truck and opened her door, watching as her long legs slid in, barely covered by the silky half gown. Betty waved at her friends as Jughead started the car, there was so much to think about, so much to worry about, but with the windows rolled down and her boyfriends hand in hers, she figured

Maybe life could wait… just for a little.

Love Triumphs  Chapter 10: Roomies

Jared Padalecki x Reader

1550 Words

Chapter Summary: It’s the morning after you moved in with Jared.

Story Summary: AU (I love Gen, and love her with Jared.) Jared and Gen have split up, but are still friendly. You, the Reader have recently started acting on Supernatural, and have fallen in love with Jared. Both of you get hate due to the fact that you are much younger than he is.

Catch Up Here: Masterpost

Waking up the next morning, it took some time for your groggy mind to remember why your bed was extra comfortable, or why the sun wasn’t hitting you in the face like usual. Pulling on the sheets, you tried to cover your head, wanting nothing more than to fall back asleep. You didn’t have to be on set until late that afternoon, and you loved to sleep in on those mornings. But you could literally feel the music as it pounded through the house. Not loud enough to actually hear the words, the beat was forceful enough that you knew sleeping was out of the question.

Yawning, you slipped out of the silky sheets, brushing your hair back from your face with your hands as you remembered why everything seemed so different. Last night had been your first night as Jared’s roommate. The two of you had stayed up late into the night, enjoying the cheesecake you had bought, along with a couple of glasses of wine. When he had walked you to your door, kissing you on your cheek it had been after midnight, and you had fallen straight into bed.

Still in your sleep shorts and tank top, you slipped out of your room, making your way down the stairs. The music was louder down here, coming from a room off of the garage. Heading straight for the kitchen, you poured yourself a cup of coffee just as the music turned off. You could hear footsteps seconds before a very sweaty, breathing hard Jared came into the kitchen, using a towel to wipe off the sweat from his face. He was wearing a tank top, along with basketball shorts, and you couldn’t help but take in the muscular arms, and the thin but strong legs of his. Even sweaty the man looked amazing, and you wanted nothing more than for him to kiss you senseless.

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Sacred Vows

Summary: This was written for @bionic-buckyb​‘s 5K writing challenge. I chose the prompt, “There’s no one else I’d rather have in my life than you” Thank you for allowing me to take part in this. Hope you like it.

Word Count: Kinda lengthy (sorry)

 Pairing: Bucky x Reader

A/N: I’m a true romantic and James Buchanan Barnes deserves to love and be loved. 

Bucky wanted a simple ceremony in front of a justice of the peace. You didn’t care as long as you and he were joined in holy matrimony. Natasha Romanoff super sleuth discovered your plans and alerted the team. Tony scoffed at the thought of a “shot gun wedding.” “You’re getting married on my private island. Pepper will handle the wedding details and the rest of us are your wing men and women.” Tony rubbed his hands together with a gleam in his eyes. You could see the cogs turning in his head!!

“But Tony, Bucky and I don’t want anything over the top,” Y/N pleaded, trying to keep up with his long strides. “Uh, sorry future Mrs. Frost Bite, did you say something?” Bucky slapped his forehead and sighed heavily, finally relenting, “okay Stark. Our wedding is in your hands.”

A chorus of “yay” and thunderous applause erupted in the common room. Pepper sprang into action contacting the necessary shops. While on the phone with the decorator, she removed the phone from her ear, “YN? What are your colors?” Honestly, you and Bucky never discussed colors. “We don’t have a color preference.” “Pish posh. Let me see. What about cobalt blue, grey and white?” “Okay, let’s see the colors together.” Hanging up from the decorators she pulled up the colors on her tablet and showed them to Bucky and his fiancé.

“What do you think, babe?” Bucky looked in amazement. “I really like the colors. What do you think, Doll?” “I say YES.” Wanda and Nat found a quaint little bridal shop in Manhattan, Le Chic. The bridal party arrived via white stretch limo.

“Ladies, your chariot awaits.” YN, Wanda, Nat and Dr. Cho gasped. “Really Tony? A limo?” “Yep future Mrs. Frozensicle. Go big or go home.” The ladies looked at each other and made their way to the white stretch limo. Pepper knew Tony had a soft spot for YN and wanted to make her special day one they’ll never forget.

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~A little something to tide you guys over while I work on fic requests, and because my hatred of country music does not extend to this Carrie Underwood song

The after-finals party was everything it was expected to be at Auradon Prep.  

With the moon just beginning to rise, the music started, flowing loud and free like a wave through the open air of the front courtyard.  The lawn was full, grass crunching under everyone’s shoes in time to their steps, the shuffles and bounces of their dancing along with the frequent trips to the punch bowl and buffet table. The only thing louder than the music was the laughter; the happiness and joy hung thickly in the air like a sweet smelling perfume, wafting and winding as each individual body moved through the night.

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Transformation - Dick Grayson x Reader

Prompt: Can you do one where the reader is a member of YJ and they have to get dressed up for a mission and when the rest of the team is like speechless and the reader is just sorta like why are you guys staring. (I don’t think this necessarily needs a pairing, but if you need one I would prefer it to be with Dick.) (requested by anon)

“This is a terrible idea!” You warned from inside the privacy of your room. You uncomfortably readjusted yourself in your tight dress. You were completely out of your element here.”I’m going to stick out like a sore thumb. Can’t someone else do it?” You asked.

“Everyone else has their own roles to play tonight. Come on, [Y/N], it can’t be that bad.” Dick encouraged just outside your door.

“Fine. I’ll be down in a minute.” You sighed in defeat. You walked over to your mirror to put the final touches on your make up. After carefully painting your lips in a seductive rouge you just stared at your unfamiliar reflection. You could still recognize yourself if you looked hard enough but this really wasn’t you. Just an act that you adorned to make sure this mission succeeded.

You sighed, glancing once more at your reflection and left the safety of your bedroom to where the rest of the team was waiting. The sound of your heels clicking against the floor echoed down the hall.

“Can we get this over with?” You asked coming into the briefing room. You stood with your hand on your hip and a displeased frown on your painted lips.

“We were just - Woah.” Dick said being rendered speechless when he laid eyes on you. All the other team members looked to see what had garnered that reaction out of their fearless leader. The silence that followed was almost deafening.

“Is it that bad? You know what, I knew this was a stupid idea.” You say already attempting to turn around and walk out of the room. Dick caught your elbow to prevent you from walking away.

“No! It’s not that!” He swore. “It’s just … you’re absolutely stunning.” Dick admitted.

“Right well … can we go already? I to get out of this stupid thing as soon as possible.” You replied with an awkward blush.

“Your chariot awaits to take you to the ball, princess.” He said bowing down and gesturing to the bioship with one hand. You rolled your eyes at him and stepped on to the ship, already looking forward to the moment you got to kick off these death shoes.

anonymous asked:

Ok I know you're busy but please please please write whatever pairing you want for the post of the person who is advertising their services as being a terrible date to your family Thanksgiving dinner. No rush. Whenever you want. IF you want. Your life things absolutely come first

This has now been posted to AO3 here!

-Refers to this post  (text is there, but I changed to better match the situation/add in a joke or two)

A/N: This is set before the sort of reconciliation we get between Eliza and Alex (for reasons, even though other things have already happened that canonically take place post-reconciliation and really the timeline is all sorts of fucked but I’m beyond sleep-deprived), and since I’m writing from Alex’s POV, their relationship will sound pretty shitty, though it’s not the focus here. Also, this is pure crack–probably fairly terrible crack. In case anyone worried it would be serious….

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Knitting her eyebrows together in confusion, Alex reread at the vague subject line in her inbox: “Saw this, thought of you.” Knowing it was from Lucy already had her on high alert—the last time she’d unthinkingly opened a link from one of her emails at work, she’d ended up with the video for “Dick in a Box” playing at full volume to the surprise (and amusement) of her DEO recruits. But, since she was at home and more than a little curious, she clicked on the link, finding herself on a Craigslist ad that read:

“It’s Thanksgiving. Want to skip that long, insulting conversation about how youre still single? About how your parents really want more grand children? Well, look no further!

I am a 29 year old ex-con (long story, don’t worry, I’m plenty friendly!) with no family to worry about and a dirty pickup truck one year younger than me painted with some Scissor Sisters album cover artwork (there when I got it, but I like it too much to change it). I can play anywhere between the ages of 25 and 35 depending on hair and makeup. I’m a bartender and work late nights. If you’d like to have me as your strictly platonic date for Thanksgiving, but have me pretend to be in a very long or serious relationship with you, to torment your family, I’m game.

I can do these things, at your request:
• Openly hit on other female guests while you act like you don’t notice
• Start instigative discussions about politics and/or religion (I prefer to play the flaming liberal atheist, but can adapt depending on how promising the dessert selection will be and how much it would piss off your shitty family)
• Propose to you in front of everyone (I’ve got a cheap ring and all)
• Pretend to be really drunk as the evening goes on (sorry, I don’t really drink much anymore, but I used to. A lot. too much in fact… I know the drill)
• Start an actual, physical fight with a family member, either inside or on the front lawn for all the neighbors to see (I require advance warning if I’m not to harm them in any real way or leave marks)

I require no pay but the free meal I will receive as a guest!”

Scowling, Alex switched over to email and sent back: “What the hell, Lane?”

Mere seconds later a reply came back in: “Morning to you too, Alex! You said you didn’t want to deal with your mom and your sister’s shitty boyfriend alone again so… voila! A solution—and it’s free.”

“I’m not going to hire an escort service,” Alex shot back.

“She says ‘strictly platonic,’ so it’s really not an escort service. And you’re not paying her, just feeding her. C’mon, think of all the joy those stories could bring to me, your dear friend, your oldest friend.”

“You arrested me for treason.”

“Hey look! Something you two have in common. You could totally bond about being ex-cons together.”

“Fuck off.”

“Do it!”


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Nice Guys Finish Last (Jeff Atkins x Reader)

A/N: Hi, this is my first story! Probably isn’t going to be the best story ever, but it’s a start to many more stories.

Summary: Jeff is a nice guy. He believes that ‘nice guys finish last’ because of you. But you’re just too oblivious to know when someone likes you.

01. Back to School

Y/N P.O.V.

“Y/N, hurry up or you’ll be late!” Your father shouted for you - somewhere in the house. “I know!” You shouted back, going mad because you woke up late and barely had time to get ready.

You snatched your backpack on the way out of your bedroom and ran downstairs. Your father ready to send you off at the open doorway with a lunch bag clutched in his hand.

“Have a good day at school, Kiddo.” He smiled as you took the bag from him. “Please don’t call me that. I’m grown now.” You scowled at the pet name you were given ever since you can remember. “Ha, you’ll always be a kid to me.” He embraced you before letting you step out of the door.

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Your Chariot Awaits (II)

Part I.

Clarke kicked her heels off and looked up at the water tower while Bellamy wheeled his bike into the bushes.  “You’re sure?” he asked, joining her and peering up.

“You chickening out on me, Blake?” she teased.

He swallowed and shook his head.  “Just waiting for you to start.”

Clarke busied herself twisting the skirt of her dress into a knot above her knee so it wouldn’t trip her up as she climbed.  “So you can climb up behind me and look up my dress?”

“I was thinking so I could keep you from falling and dying, but sure, I can go first if you want,” he said with a tiny wink.

“Oh, on second thought, yeah, I’m going first,” she said, and grabbed the rung to haul herself up.

Clarke had second thoughts once she was ten feet up, but Bellamy was on the ladder already and she didn’t want to bail, so she told herself not to look down and kept on going.  She reached the narrow ledge and slipped through the bars on the railing.  The wind tugged at her hair and she braced her hands on the railing.  A feeling of exuberance set in; Clarke wasn’t naturally a risk taker but this– this felt right.

Bellamy joined her and shrugged out of his jacket.  He draped it over her shoulders and looked out across the valley.  It was warm and heavy, and made her stomach curl pleasantly. “It’s pretty up here,” he said.    

“Why me?” she asked, burrowing a little deeper into his jacket, and stole a glance at him out of the corner of her eye.

“What?”  The wind ruffled his curls and he kept his eyes on the blanket of lights spread before them.

“We’ve never talked before.  Why me, and why tonight?”

“You complaining?” he asked, and she liked how his voice sounded when he was teasing her.  It was like there was years of friendship between the two of them, not just one night of reckless decisions.

“Just trying to figure you out,” she said lightly.

Bellamy shrugged and his gaze flickered towards her.  “You know who you are.  I like that.  So why’d you pick this place?”

Now it was her turn to shrug.  “I always wanted to climb this thing,” she said, and her pinky brushed against his.  Bellamy looked at their hands and didn’t move, so she turned to face him fully.  “Thanks for the jacket.  And the ride.  And— this,” she said, waving out at the open air.

“Anytime, princess,” he said, and straightened.  His eyes were dark, but the look in them was unmistakeable.  Clarke reached up and ran her fingers through his hair, and just like on the dance floor, his eyes fluttered closed like he enjoyed her touch.  

So there, on top of the world, Clarke rolled up onto her toes and pressed her lips to his.

Bellamy inhaled sharply and then his hand came to curve around her jaw, his mouth opening under hers.  His other arm eased under his jacket and wrapped around her waist, pressing them together.  Wind whipped around them and Clarke tipped her head to the side to deepen the kiss.  His tongue brushed hers and Clarke made a soft noise at the back of her throat.

Bellamy looked a little dazed as he pulled back, and then dropped another kiss to the tip of her nose before he cleared his throat.  “When’s your curfew tonight, princess?” he asked, and Clarke hoped he never said her real name again, because when he said princess like that— rough and fond and just a little bit lost— something inside of her melted.

“I don’t have one,” she said with a grin.

Bellamy’s face split into a smile, broad and real.  “Then where to next?”

The Wedding of Fareeha Amari and Doctor Angela Ziegler

Pharmercy Appreciation Week Day 6: Wedding. @pharmercyappreciationweek

A/N about translations: Because I can’t speak German or Egyptian Arabic, expect some wonky translations. On the Subject of Egyptian Arabic, the translation to English was, well, let’s just say, off. As in, I have no idea what the heck is going on there. So I put the approximate English pronunciation, followed by the actual way to write the words. See the end A/N for actual translations.

“I promised you a special stream today, and I am here to deliver!” Hana exclaimed, talking into her phone. “Are you prepared to get up close and personal with Overwatch? Of course you are. And today, you get to attend a wedding.” She turned the phone to face Fareeha standing next to her. “And here’s the lucky bride-to-be. Well, one of them anyway.” Fareeha looked at the mirror, observing Hana as she broadcast a behind-the-scenes view of the wedding. Hana wore a three-piece suit with a pink tie, her bunny logo emblazoned in the center. “Hopsotch23 wants to know who the lucky lady is. Care to say who, or do you want to keep it a surprise?”

As Fareeha turned her head, Satya pushed it back into place. “Don’t move,” Satya ordered as she continued to perfect Fareeha’s hair. Satya was also wearing a three-piece suit, though her tie was blue and her jacket was currently hanging next to the door, next to Fareeha’s dry cleaning bag.

“They know who it is,” Fareeha said.

Hana waited a moment before nodding. “Yes they do. PharahIsBae wants to know if you really want to do this.”

Fareeha cocked her eyebrow. “What was that name again?” she asked.

“Just answer the question,” Hana said with a smile. “For your fans.”

Fareeha started to nod, Satya quickly holding her head still. “I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

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Part 2| Part 1 found here

You checked your dress one more time in the mirror. Your stomach was a flutter of nerves and your heart felt like it was going to run out of your chest. The sweet man you first saw in the hospital was going to take you out tonight and you couldn’t believe how excited you were.

He seemed like such a good guy. He made sure you were always comfortable and anything you had needed he got right away. Even your apartment he helped you to find on such short notice. 

You checked your watch again making sure you were ready before he got here. Five more minutes to go. You ran into the bathroom to fix that same piece of hair that continued to stick out wrong and grabbed you purse before sitting on the couch to wait. 

Suddenly there was a knock at your door. You nearly tripped out of your heels as you sprinted to answer it. Tony’s smiling face met you.

“Good evening, ma’am,” he played with you. “I was wondering if you had seen my date for this evening. Someone has taken her and replaced her with an incredibly gorgeous person.”

You could feel your cheeks flush as you took the compliment. “Thank you,” you managed to get out as he extended his hand out for you to take.

“You really do look beautiful tonight,” he said gently. “Shall we.” 

He placed your hand onto his arm as he escorted you out. To your amazement there was a long, black limo parked outside your building. 

“Your chariot awaits,” he smiled at your reaction. This was more than you ever dreamed of.

“Are you serious?” you questioned to make sure this was real and not a dream. 

“Well, I thought we should travel in style,” he said.

You got into the back and Tony got in the other side. The driver already had his directions so nothing needed to be said. He had told you that this night would be a surprise, but assured you he would get things right.

Holding onto his hand tightly you were excited to see where things led, but you felt something more in that moment. His hand felt somehow incredibly…..familiar.

anonymous asked:

10 with Grayson?

“I’m glad you find my boyfriend attractive, now fuck off.”
“Y/N! Pleaseeee come to the party with us. I’ll seriously never ask for anything ever again.” Grayson whined in my ear. My best friends, Grayson and Ethan, have been up my ass nonstop for the past week and a half about some banger their youtuber friend, Aaron was having. I was never a party doer, like ever. Not even being in college. I’ll get hammered with a couple friends occasionally, parties just honestly freak me out; and being surrounded by insanely hot people that actually know how to party? Wouldn’t be caught dead.

I let out a loud laugh, “BET.” I said poking his nose with my finger.

I laughed at his frustration and started to scroll through twitter ignoring the banter between the boys that was going on. As I sat there, I saw something that literally made my lungs collapse.

@GraysonDolan: @AaronCarpenter counting down the hours for this sick ass party dude!
@tanamongeau: @GraysonDolan can’t wait to get a couple drinks in you lol

E X C U S E M E. who the fuck this bitch think she is.

“Y/N? You okay?” Ethan asked raising his eyebrow.

I looked up at him knowing he could see the blood boiling inside me.

“Give me a half hour. ya’ll owe me one.” I said standing up and walking out their door. I can’t begin to tell you what was going through my head while I was getting ready for this stupid party. 

I’ll admit, everyone and their mother knows Im head over heels for Grayson. Even Ethan knows, he teases me for it all the time. Tana cannot think she has a chance with MY Gray. But I mean, do I? As I put one last coat of lipgloss on, I heard my phone vibrate.

Grayson: Your chariot awaits princess.


“Hey boys.” I said sliding into the back of their truck. I looked up at them and they were both speechless which definitely made me blush. 

“Take a picture fools, it’ll last longer.” I laughed reaching over the passenger seat to steal from their snack compartment. I could feel Grayson’s eyes latched onto me as I went back to my seat and buckled. I smirked to myself, maybe tonight I do have a chance.

I’ve met Aaron a handful of times, he’s a really cool dude. But rolling up to his house and seeing all the expensive cars with the music blasting as if a concert was being held here, my stomach began to churn. Gray opened the door for me and helped me get out.

“If this gets too much for you just let me know, we can go home.” He said tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. He was always so sweet with me, everyone knew it. Especially his followers. Since we were younger Gray was protective of me and had my back, and I had theirs. Even when they moved and changed schools, we always kept close of each other, and as you can see to this day the three of us were inseparable. 

The bass of the music made my heart vibrate, and the aroma of booze was the first thing to hit you-besides the gazillion double d tits flying our way.
“YOOOO TWINIES!!! SO HAPPY YOU MADE IT.” Aaron slurred tripping over to us. “AND Y/N! WHAT A WONDERFUL SURPRISE YOU LOOK HOT.” He said continued winking at me. I rolled my eyes at his gesture.

“Well isn’t it the men of the hour? Or should I say…man?” I heard from behind Aaron. I knew exactly who was about to emerge from the darkness and I felt my jaw and fists tighten with the thought. 

“Hi Tana.” Ethan said, but her eyes were locked on Grayson. 

“What’s up” He said nodding his head.

“Oh nothing…yet.” She said raising her eyebrows and taking a sip from her drink. I wanted to dump it all over her extensions; better yet maybe she’d fucking choke. I looked up at Grayson and his cheeks were bright red and I could see Ethan holding back his laughter. Impulsively I grabbed Grayson’s hand in mine and looked this blonde bimbo directly in the eye.

“I’m glad you find my boyfriend attractive, now fuck off.”

All four of them looked at me with wide eyes, and I could feel my heart fall straight out of my ass; but I stood my ground giving Tana a look of death. Then this bitch had the audacity to burst out in laughter.

“Awww, that’s so cute I just don’t buy it for a second!” She said.

“Maybe this will prove it.” Grayson smirked grabbing the side of my face and planting one on me. When we came up for breath, we both couldn’t help but smile uncontrollably.

“I’m in love with her.” He said pushing my hair back.

“And I’m in love with him.” I replied.

Mary’s Teacher: The Date

Short Sequel to Mary’s Teacher, which I posted last week. Oliver and Ms. Smoak go on a date!

This story was written for the Olicity Hiatus Fic-a-Thon prompt: Late to the Party

No beta, all mistakes are mine. I hope you like! Also available on AO3.

Felicity checked her lipstick, again. She had just checked it a minute ago, of course, nothing had changed. Why was she so nervous? She had known Oliver for almost a year! It’s not like she was going out with a stranger. She was going out with a very attractive, kind and funny man. What on earth did she have to be nervous about?

Felicity heard a knock the door.  He’s here! Squee!


Oliver stood at Felicity’s door holding a bouquet of flowers. The flowers had been Mary’s idea. As he was walking out the door Mary caught up with him.

“Are you going on a date?”

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Title: How to Say Goodbye (Part 9 Back to the Future(Reader x Peter Parker)

Summary: The reader’s cover has been blown. It’s time to head back to a post-war era of Frank Sinatra songs and Disney classics.

Word Count: 1731

AN: Take a drink every time I have written “goodbye” NOT REALLY and also contrary to popular belief it’s not the end? Hope you enjoy :) 


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