actually the puppy thing sounds kinda fun now that i think about it

Windows to the Soul (Tom Holland x Reader)

A lovely interview in which Tom talks about you and your time in London. 

Word count: 1273

Author: @chrixa

I might have a thing with Tom and interviews. And I might write a part two if you guys like this? Just let me know.

Also, I watched Homecoming aND IT WAS AWESOME HOLY AMAZEBALLS GUYS TOM DID SUCH A GREAT JOB. 

Gif is not mine.

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“So I heard that the London premiere went well?” The interviewer begins and I smile immediately. 

“Uh, yeah, yeah. It went smoothly, I was thankful that a lot of people showed up and supported the movie. It’s just really overwhelming,” I breathe a sigh of relief and happiness.

“It seemed like you were excited for something else as well? Or rather someone else?” She showed a picture of Y/N and me on the red carpet and I laugh.

“Yeah, well, Y/N came and visited me in London with her family to attend the premiere and a short trip of sorts,” I nod and smile as I remember the moment she stepped outside the airport and jumped straight into my arms. We haven’t met for quite some time, with all the press junkets that I’m currently doing, so it was such an amazing feeling to have her back in my arms. 

“Did you guys have fun during her time in London?”

“The thing about Y/N is that she loves going to beaches so much that we go to one so often when we have time. I think it’s maybe because she came from a tropical country, you know, I think she relates a beach to home in some way.” 

“What time will you land on Thursday?” I ask her through FaceTime as she packs some more things inside her suitcase. 

“Uh, around 9 AM. Are you gonna pick me up or should I take the cab?” She pops her head into frame before disappearing again a second later. 

“9 AM? I’ll pick you up. Your family’s coming as well, right?” 

“Yeah, mom and dad are so excited to go to the premiere. It’s basically the only thing they talk about this week,” she scoffs and appears on screen.

“There you are. Done packing?” 

“Yes, finally. I can’t wait to meet you,” she sighs but eventually smiles. 

“Me, too. How’s your brother?” 

“John? Oh, he’s even more excited than mom and dad it’s literally driving me crazy,” she rolls her eyes playfully and laughs. “Will you have a day off when I’m in London, though?” 

“I, in fact, do. I emptied my schedule on Saturday for you, babe.” 

“Really? Oh, Thomas, can we go to-”

“Yes, babe, we’ll go to the beach,” I laugh at her bulging eyes which turned into an ear-to-ear smile when I said yes. We go to the beach so often that I literally have her child-like excitement memorized in my mind when she says she wants to go to the beach. I’m pretty sure by now even my Instagram followers know that Y/N loves going to the beach. 

“You’re the best.”

“I know. You’re lucky,” I smile smugly and laugh when she rolls her eyes. “Hey you know you love me.” 

“Yeah, whatever, don’t get so cocky now, Thomas,” she smirks. 

“Well, I’m sorry but I gotta go save the world,” I wink playfully. “And by saving the world I mean going grocery shopping with Mum.” 

“Don’t get yourself killed, handsome,” she laughs. “Can’t wait to see you.” 

“Me, too. Love you.”

She blows me a kiss, “You know I do, too.” 

“So I take it that you guys went to a beach in London?”

“Yeah, we did. And she had this ‘cute date’ idea that she found online that she wanted to try, so we tried it and it was pretty cute I’d say,” I laugh because of how Y/N’s face light up when I said yes to her idea that day. 

“Oh really? What was her cute date idea?”

“Basically we go to the beach and we’re suppose to look for those small stones that are scattered along the shore and find one that matches best with our eyes.”

“Oh yeah! I think I saw it online somewhere.”

“Yeah, and so we went and spent the day looking for stones. Sounds kinda stupid, but it’s not, I promise you,” I laugh and tuck that naughty strand of hair to its rightful place. 

“Did you guys finish the mission?”

“Of course we did! She didn’t want to go home before we find anything. I ended up posting a picture on Instagram of my rock and like placed it next to my eye.”

“Did Y/N get a picture with her rock too?”

“Uh, we found a rock for her, I actually have it with me, but we didn’t get a picture because it was kinda dark and her eye colour wasn’t clearly seen in my phone. So, yeah.”

“Wait, why do you have hers with you?”

“Oh, we decided to exchange rocks because she said when we’re missing each other we can look at the stones and we’re basically looking into each other’s eyes,” I shake my head and laugh because she was so adamant in exchanging rocks.

“But Y/N, I want to keep my own rock. It’s cute,” I pout and hope that she’ll let me have mine instead of hers.

“Thomas, your puppy dog eyes won’t work this time,” she laughs and smacks my arm playfully before grabbing my face. “Your little brown rock compliments your eyes, yes?” I nod. “So that basically means I have you with me everywhere I go.”

“That’s so not creepy.”

“Not the point, Thomas.”

“Yeah, sorry. You were saying?” I grin because I love that she calls me by my full name and not just Tom. 

“So when I miss you, I can look at this rock and see your eyes. And basically I’m also looking at your soul. Because eyes are the window to the soul.”

“Okay, fine. You can have mine and I’ll take yours.” 

“What, no ‘aww that’s so cute Y/N’? Because I thought that was pretty cute, don’t you think?” She finally releases my face and gives me a questioning look. 

“I admit that was cute. You are cute,” I kiss her cheek and grab her hand. “Now let’s go get some dinner, shall we?” 

“Y/N is such a sweetheart, that is so cute,” she smiles and her eyes genuinely show adoration towards Tom and his girlfriend’s relationship. 

“I know, she truly is,” I blush and giggle sheepishly because I didn’t think I would be so lucky to call Y/N my girlfriend. 

“Well, thank you for your time and sharing your beautiful relationship with Y/N,” she smiles and I shake her hand as she stands up to leave.

“Thank you so much,” I smile and reach for my phone. 

Amends (part one)

Carter Baizen x reader

Notes: fluff, smut, angst, mentions of past alcohol and drug abuse, swearing. 

A/N: I started writing this about a year ago and left it alone after that. I was incredibly bored at work and managed to throw a little bit of it in there. For your information: the reader works as an optician (like myself!) but it’s not mentioned all that much. (I was actually looking for one of the most mundane-sounding job some one could do after modelling, and I found it XD) It’s been tweaked and improved (if I say so myself) and I hope you enjoy it! 

Originally posted by super-slick-imagines-chick

“Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes”

You looked up from your work to stare straight into the eyes of none other than Carter Baizen; fucking. Carter. Baizen.

Completely baffled you stared for a few seconds, but quickly turned back to what you were doing. The man had hurt you more than you could bare. The filthy rich guy who came to you, a former working class girl, every once in a while to have a little fun for some time; only to up and leave without a word when he found something better. Until you were done that is; done with the modelling lifestyle, done with the too bright spotlights and especially done with Carter Baizen. You decided that there was nothing more left for you in New York city, and packed your bags and high tailed it out of there to Europe, back to your home country.

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anonymous asked:

Hi! Idk if this idea is too complicated, but what if RFA and Saeran have met MC before in a bar or nightclub, and like, MC's friend is super shy and doesn't know how to approach people, so MC tries to help her finding who she thinks it would be agood suitor for her, but they end up interested in MC? Hope you like this idea, I'm sorry if it's too weird and hard to do, I love your writing!

So complicated and so adorable

Hope you like this! ^^

MC tries to set them up with her friend


Common: Your friend is trying to move on from a break up after dating someone for a long time, so she’s kinda rusty in this flirting thing, nobody in the place you took her caught her eye, but you’re pretty sure you found the perfect person for her. Well, you look so determined, she doesn’t want to hurt your feelings by telling you she’s not really interested in them. And… it’s pretty obvious that this person is way more into you, anyway…

Zen

  • He was at this club with some colleague actors when he felt a little nudge on his shoulder when he was at the bar
  • He turned to find you smiling at him sweetly. Oh… a fan, right?
  • “How can I help you, lady?” “Me? Oh no… it’s, uhm… my friend over there, she…”
  • “Oh, she wants a selfie with me? Maybe an autograph? Tell her not to be shy and come over!” you look at him, confused.
  • “An autograph? Why would she…?” the lights in the club hit his face perfectly, and you recognize him. “Holy shit! You’re Zen!” he is confused as well, but slightly amused at your flustered face.
  • “Yes, I am.” “Oh my God! I’m such a fan! I loved your last role! You’re so talented! I… have you ever considered playing a butler or something? I think it would really suit you!”
  • “I… haven’t, actually, but… thanks for your suggestion. Maybe one day I can make you dream come true!” he smiles in satisfaction seeing you blush. “So, how can I help two adorable ladies like you and your friend?”
  • “Oh… oh yeah, my friend, I… I’ll talk to her. Sorry to bother you, Zen… sir. It was really an honor!” you run out of there.
  • Zen can’t hold back a smile, what a sweet charming girl… why did you run like that? He would have liked to talk to you more and what other ideas you have for roles that suit him.
  • You go to your friend, your cheeks are heated and you feel like floating. “Girl, I just met Zen! He is so sweet, and nice, and handsome, and dreamy… he is perfect! He is perfect… for you.”
  • “No, for you. Get back there and ask for his phone.” “What? No way! He must think I’m lame and have a thing for butlers. I… I should be conformed on meeting him just like a fan…”
  • Well, your friend made sure to tease you on not getting conformed at all after you joined RFA.

Yoosung

  • Why? Why did he let his college buddies drag him to this frat party? So crowded and noisy, ugh…
  • Then he saw you, and he almost choked as he saw you looking at him. Definitely choked when you beckoned at him.
  • He went to you like a little puppy. “H-hi…” “Hi! Are you having fun?”
  • “Yeah, a little…” just now that he is talking to you, that is. “A little? Oh…” you pout, making his heart flutter.
  • “N-no! But it has nothing to do with you! I just… would prefer being home now, playing some LOLOL, you know…” “Oh, do you play LOLOL? Cool! What server?”
  • “Shooting star. Do you play it there too?” “No, but I would like to, I keep telling my guild buddies to go play there, but nobody wants to go there because of that Hacker God or something…” “Ah yeah… the Hacker God, he isn’t all that, if you want to know my opinion.”“Really? Do you know him?” “I do, we’re friends, actually. So uhm… tell your friends to go to the shooting star, maybe I can convince him to join us in some missions, he is a good player, and… I’m pretty good too.” He blushes, and you giggle.
  • “Yeah, sure. I’ll let my friend know, the… oh, my friend, yeah! Hey, uhm… my friend over there thinks you’re really cute, you know?” oh…? Good to know, but… what do you think of him? “So, uhm… I’ll bring her here so you two can get to know each other, okay?”
  • Oh… so you’re not interested in him, you were just trying to hook your friend up… well, he’s pretty sure she must be nice, since she’s your friend, but… she isn’t you.
  •  Yeah, there’s no way he can talk to your friend without bringing you up to the conversation, that would be really rude, right? So he just sneaks out before you realize he’s gone.
  • You look around, trying to find him. “Girl, I swear I met a really sweet, cute guy, and he plays LOLOL in the shooting star server and… his hair looks really cool. He would be perfect! For you…”
  • “Tsk. What a shame, huh? Did you at least catch his name?” “No. No, I didn’t…” you say, legitimately disappointed.
  • But you learned so much more than his name a few weeks later when you saw that selfie of his in the chat room…

Jaehee

  • She was trying to relax at this cafe, though she was pretty sure Jumin would call any minute assigning some absurd task.
  • She took her eyes out of her phone to turn at this person tapping her shoulder, oh… you were smiling, were you going to try selling something to her?
  • “Can I help you?” “Uhm, yes, maybe you can! So, answer me this, please: how do you deal with a break up?”
  •  “Uhm… you… try to move on? I suppose?” “Exactly! You move on, meeting new people, right? I knew I was talking to the right person!” you smile and she can’t help but scoffing. “Right person? I… I’m just assuming something my colleagues from work talk about it, I wouldn’t really know since… it’s been a while I don’t really date…”
  • “Oh… why is that?” “Work. I guess maybe you can say I’m dating a cat named Elizabeth the 3rd since she’s always at my place and taking over my life.”
  • “Yikes!” “Exactly, yikes…so I’m not sure if I can really help you here, lady.”
  • “Oh… actually, maybe you can, since my friend’s ex is kinda like Elizabeth the 3rd.” “Yikes!” you two chuckle.
  • “So, uhm…  I think you and my friend could get along really well, helping each other and all, she…” “She? I… I don’t really…” she gets really flustered when she looks at your curious eyes. “I’m not… you know, with women, and…”
  • “Oh… OH! I’m so sorry, lady! I have no idea why I just assumed you were… I… I’m really sorry! I… should get going now. I’m so sorry to bother you.” You run out of there in embarrassment.
  • She feels like running after you to tell you it’s fine, but her phone rings, it’s from work, so she has to leave.
  • You go to your friend, looking really flustered and… sad. “I… I just met a really nice girl, but she’s not into girls…” “It’s fine, we can talk more about that, if you want.”
  • You had no idea what your friend wanted to talk about, until you realized the girl in the chat room was the same from that cafe, and how frustrating it was that she doesn’t date girls… or does she?

Jumin

  • He was at this bar having some wine with a few acquaintances.
  • It was all really boring, but something caught his attention, the waitress handed a glass of wine with a little note in a napkin.
  • Why so bored?” he looked around to find the sender, when he spotted you at the balcony, looking straight at him.
  • Usually, he would just ignore it, but you picked just the right wine for him, and… there was something really alluring about that note.
  • So the waitress handed you a martini with a napkin. “Business meetings, as you can imagine.”
  • Another glass of wine, another napkin. “I can’t. Tell me more about it.” Another martini, another note. “I’m afraid you’ll get bored as well.”
  • “So ditch this and go have some fun.” “What do you suggest?”
  • “Well, my friend sitting on the second bench to your right is single. Can I send a drink to her in your name?” oh… so this wasn’t about you, huh?
  • “No need to. I’ll send my regards to her myself.” He wondered if this sounded rude, he was relieved when he spotted you smiling and giving him the thumbs up.
  • Well, it was time to follow your idea and “ditch” this, but he couldn’t follow your suggestion. He couldn’t just approach your friend so out of the blue, he didn’t even exchange napkins messages with her…
  • “Oh… did he send you a drink?” you asked her when you went to her. “Two, actually.” You couldn’t hold a little smirk when you saw the note he wrote for her. “You can never get bored with a friend like yours. Hope you ladies have fun with this.”
  • When you showed up at his penthouse a few weeks later, you knew asking your friend to give you that napkin was a good idea.

Saeyoung

  • He was on an undercover mission, working as a bartender in this party some guys from the mafia would definitely show up.
  • He spotted you waiting to be serviced. “Can I get you anything?” “You don’t have Dr.Pepper here, do you?”
  • “Unfortunately, we do not. But… can I get you my special recipe of ginger ale? ” “Sounds perfect!” and your smile made him almost drop the drink out of the glass.
  • “You look familiar, did you bartend at that club downtown?” he went undercover there once, but he was disguised as a female bartender… you have a good eye, huh? “You’re probably mistaking me with someone else.”
  • “Hum… this is really good! What did you put in here?” “It’s a secret, I’m sorry.” “Ohhh, secret man, huh?” “You have no idea!”
  • “So… what other drinks do you have a special recipe for?” “A few, but they’re mostly non-alcoholic.” “Will do.” He smiles seeing you’re so willing to taste what he risked himself on doing.
  • “A bartender who’s an expert in non-alcoholic drinks… that’s ironic.” “I prefer contradictory. I feel like I’m very contradictory in a lot of stuff.”
  • “Hum… my friend it’s just like that in a lot of ways, maybe you two would get along.” “Oh… I bet your friend isn’t contradictory, too much contraction make a person be… fake?”
  • “Or human.” Oh… how come you look even more attractive when you’re serious? “Anyway… let’s bring her here and see what she thinks.”
  • Though he would like to see you again, he didn’t have time, it was time to move on with his mission. And… well, he didn’t really deserve to talk to your friend… let alone with you.
  • “Ugh, I swear he was right here, the hottest and smartest bartender I ever knew. You would have liked him so much.” “More than you do? I doubt it.”
  • Well, now after you two met at Rika’s apartment, you realized he was no bartender, but he’s still the hottest and smartest guy you’ve ever seen.

Saeran

  • He was at this bar looking for a possible target. Everybody here felt hopeless.
  • Especially this tipsy girl who sat next to him in the balcony and… looked straight at him and… smiled. Ugh… what is wrong with you?
  • “Okay, on a scale of 1 to 10, how lame is this band playing right now?” “11” you laughed, and he felt… surprised, he never made anyone laugh.
  • “The guitar player is my friend’s ex. Isn’t he pathetic? Look at him! He thinks he’s so punk and edgy, but my friend told me all about the hissy fit he put when a cockroach showed up in his apartment. He CALLED HER to go help him!” he nods, not sure on what to say.
  • “How old is he? 45?” he asks. “No! He’s not even 30!” “Oh… so what’s with the mullet?” you laugh again, and he chuckles.“And he’s such a prick! You have no fucking clue! Ugh… why do great people settle with garbage relationships for so long?” “You never know what someone is thinking, I guess.”
  • “Yeah… what are you thinking?” “Right now? Paradise.” “Wow… that’s deep, what’s in paradise?” “So much happiness and peace you feel like never walking away.” “Hum… sounds like a dream.” “You think so?” “Yeah…” interesting…
  • “What are you thinking?” he needs to know more about you. “Me? Hum… that my friend and you could really get along, it would be nice for her having a little taste of paradise after so much garbage.”
  • “What?” “Just wait here, I’ll bring her so you two can meet.” What? He doesn’t care about no friend of yours! He barely cares about you! Though you looked really interested in paradise before…his paradise…
  • So he already knew what to do. But you did too, so you brought your friend and let him alone with her, winking playfully, Shit!
  •  After a little while, your friend met you next to the bathroom. “Hey! What are you doing here? I thought you were already going to paradise with the cute little punk there.” Your friend scoffs. “Paradise what? I mean, forget it, he was interested in you, anyway.” “In-in me? Nah, he wasn’t!” “He was, he even asked me for your number. So… good luck with that, the guy was kinda weird.”
  • Oh… you were going to need so much more than luck to escape from the paradise he was planning for you when the right moment would come…
When It Ends Pt. 1

Part I / Part II / Part III

Summary: You blame Jaehyun for making your life at school hell. But when he offers a deal that’s just too good to pass, who knows how your opinion of him might change?
Idol: Jaehyun of NCT
Words: 2653 (ohmygod)
Warnings: Language and rumors

Your name: submit What is this?

You were basically selling your soul to the devil. Making this deal with Jung Jaehyun was definitely a mistake. Yeah, you knew that perfectly well, and, yet, your hand still confidently signs the piece of paper in front of you as your mind screams for it to stop.

You set the pen down and slide the contract towards Jaehyun, which he accepts with a smile.

“It’s a pleasure to do business with you. The terms of the contract take action tomorrow,” he says, folding the document and placing it in the inner pocket of his jacket. He gives another sickeningly sweet smile and walks out of the empty classroom, leaving you to your thoughts.

“What have I done?”

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Are You Flirting With Me?

Paring: Roman Reigns X reader
Rating: Teen? (There’s kissing, and implied pants-off stuff)
Length: 2.2k, long
Type: Request from @m-a-t-91 from forever ago (I’ll get better at request, I promise)
Warnings: Major fluffiness, comments about weight/fat, body image issues, poor self-esteem

Summary: Roman flirts with a new person, (y/n) backstage.

A/N: I tried very hard to make the reader gender neutral. It won’t always be possible, but I’ll make sure to have a gender neutral fic here and there. As always, thank you for reading! I genuinely appreciate your comments and feed back!

Working backstage during a WWE live show was an absolute circus. You were in one place when three different people would request your presence in five other places and that was just when you arrived.

Looking through different check lists, making phone call after phone call, and trying to tune your headset to the right frequency were manageable when you didn’t have to do them all at once. But this was your job now, and you kind of just had to /do it/.

After the show started, things settled down. Not so much at one time, but still hectic. Get Charlotte here. Seth needs something there. Don’t forget the props for New Day’s entrance. That kind of stuff was your purview as a talent liaison. You were a go-fer for the superstars.

As you caught your breath in a corner near the end of the night, you realized you were standing right next to Roman Reigns. He was a friendly guy. You two chatted it up in the halls quite a bit, but he intimidated you. He was talented, handsome as hell, and huge. Well, huge compared to you.

“Hey, baby, slow down. I see they got you runnin’ again tonight.” He smiled at you. Your heart jumped a bit.

“Yeah, I’m worried they think I’m getting fat or something, making me sprint like this… kinda seems like it,” you joked, hoping you didn’t sound lame.

“I think you look just right,” he shrugged, looking you over. ‘Oh, shit. Can he not do that?’ You thought, having to hold your knees a little tighter so you didn’t just melt.

“Thanks,” you smiled, trying to think of an excuse to leave, but the show was wrapping up and after that there wasn’t much to do.

“Have you eaten?” He asked. You frowned in thought. You hadn’t had anything since lunch.

“No, but-”

“There’s a great twenty-four hour joint right on the edge of town. Dean-o and I used to hit it up after shows here. Seeing as he’s on the blue brand now, I don’t have anyone to go with. Wanna come with me?”

“I’ve got stuff-”

“Hey, if you don’t want to go, I guess I can go alone.” He said, making his best puppy dog face at you, and damn if it wasn’t working.

“I, um,” you said, trying to think straight.

“Come on, y/n,” he pleaded. You were utterly shocked he knew your name, but a small part of you was doing your happy dance. “I won a hard fought match tonight and I just want to eat some good food across from a beautiful person.”

“I can try and find Tyler Breeze for you, but I think he already left.” You joked, defecting the compliment. Roman laughed out loud, and it made your soul sing.

“Not Tyler, you baby. What do you say?”
***
“Okay, that was some of the best diner food I’ve ever had,” you admitted as you and Roman walked back to his rental. You never rode with Talent, with a capital T. This was the first time, and it was just as fun as riding with the other liaisons. Actually more so. There wasn’t really any “shop talk” between you two. Other than making fun of Vince’s head set tirades. Roman confessed that sometimes when he was on commentary and Vince was going off he had to cover his smile with a hand.

“I told you it was a good place,” he said, sliding in the driver’s seat with predatory grace. “You staying at the same hotel as us?” He asked, starting the car.

“No, no,” you said, checking your email for your room confirmation. There wasn’t one. You scrolled through your emails again, and then checked all the deleted ones. “Turns out I might not have a room.”

“You didn’t book one?” He asked, turning back onto the road that led to the highway.

“I don’t know. Do you mind if I make a call? I know it’s rude in a car, but-” you were starting to freak out. It was a holiday weekend in a coastal city. If you hadn’t booked in advance you were screwed.

“I don’t mind.” He said, glancing your way with concern.
***
“Okay, nope, shit, fuck,” you said after hanging up with the last hotel in your destination city. “I don’t have a room. I guess I’m staying on someone’s floor.”

“Not after the day you had,” he scoffed. “Stay with me.”

You felt your whole body get hot. You could barely be in a car with this man, you couldn’t share a room with him. You would explode into hot pink flames just thinking about it too much.

“That’s very nice, Roman, but-” you tried, but he cut you off.

“No buts.” He said firmly. His voice making you shiver.

“Why?” You asked, feeling a little braver around him than usual. He invited you to dinner. Offered his room to you. You figured you were allowed to be curious at this point. You waited on baited breath for his answer.

“Because I’ve decided to be a very good friend of yours,” he said all smiley. You smiled back, feeling more comfortable and therefore impish.

“As long as it’s a one way street, Reigns, I’m fine with that.” You said, making him laugh again. You loved making people laugh, but making Roman laugh was kind of the best.

“Oh, but it’s not,” he said in mock seriousness.

“What?! I have to be a very good friend of yours back!? Ew!” You strained your voice to make it sound like a terrible request. A horrific burden. He chuckled knowingly. A smile jumped to the corners of your mouth at hearing his mirth and seeing the corners of his eyes crinkle.

“Yes. A very good friend of mine. Emphasis on very,” he turned to you just a bit so you could see him wink.

“Roman!” You cried, laughing and swatting his arm. Every inch of you felt warm with embarrassment.

“Hey! I’m driving here!” He laughed, pushing your hand away.

“And I’m just trying to live!” You giggled back, resisting his push a little. The two of you almost holding hands.

Suddenly, you realized those touches were the first time you’d touched each other. Then you realized just how flirtatious those touches had been. Was it your imagination, or had all of this been flirting? Certainly it was flirting on your part. He was so goddam handsome. But was it possible he was flirting with you? For weeks you brushed it off as wishful thinking, but now…

“So…? Music?” He asked, reaching for the media cord.

“Hit me with the jams, Reigns,” you said, thanking God that he was turning on music. That would give you time to think.
***
“I can’t believe you knew every word. Like, every fucking word!” Roman said, as he went to the trunk of the rental to grab your bags. You followed, smiling ear to ear. “If I hadn’t been driving, some of that would be on SnapChat right now.”

The two of you had just listened to the music for a while before it became carpool karaoke. And super fun, no judgment, no holds barred carpool karaoke, at that. Forgotten lyrics, cracked voices and all. He was so much more chill than you had originally guessed. You could just be you around him and he could just be him.

Right in that half hour space between the first sing along and arrival at the hotel, all pretense and unease left the two of you. It was nice. Easy. Relaxing. Wonderful.
***
“Which side of the bed do you usually sleep on?” He asked as you laid your stuff by the couch.

“The middle side, Reigns. I’m single,” you laughed.

“I’m serious,” he smiled. “I don’t have a preferred side. You can pick which one you want.”

“Wait,” you said as your mind came to a full stop. “Are we sharing the bed?”

“Do you see another bed?” He asked, quirking his eyebrow.

“There’s a couch right here,” you gestured to said couch. 'Couch.’ 'I will have couch.’ 'I will sleep couch.’ 'Couch.’ Your Brain was being really goddam helpful in this terrifying, yet thrilling, moment of confusion and realization.

“There’s a bed right here,” Roman gestured to said bed. You felt your knees go weak again. This man had some sort of power of you, and you knew what it was before, but now it was different.

Before it was muscles, and hair, and voice, and smile, and eyes. Now it was Roman. All of him, all at once.

“You want to sleep next to me? In the bed?” You asked, as he stepped over to you.

His hands gently found purchase on your shoulders, and you sighed at the touch. His broad palms and strong fingers felt right on you.

“I want to do more than that,” he spoke quietly. “In the bed.” You felt heat radiate from your whole body, but your analytical mind needed more than your body did.

“Are you flirting with me?” You asked, looking up at him.

“You can stop with the jokes now, y/n,” he chuckled. You simply shook your head. His soulful brown eyes changed in an instant. “It’s not a joke?”

“I- No? It’s not a joke. I’m not used to- People like you and people like me- We don’t…” you tried to explain yourself.

“People like me?” He said, looking a bit lost. Kind of sad actually. You had to make this better, and quick. So you just started blurting things.

“You’re very attractive. You’re like super-duper handsome, and I’m just me. I know you like me. Like who I am inside, and stuff.” Way to be articulate, you scolded yourself sarcastically. “But I’m not top notch, super-duper, crazy attractive like you. So, I guess, I just thought I was attracted to you and it wasn’t mutual. What I mean is- When I said 'people like you’ I didn’t mean vain or shallow or superficial, I mean very very very VERY pretty people. And people like that aren’t usually attracted to people like me. That’s all I meant.” You stood in silence for a moment aghast that all of that had just spilled out of you.

“Holy shit,” Roman said, putting his hands on your upper arms in mock support. “Breathe.”

“You got it,” you nodded quickly.

“To answer your question from before, yes. I have been flirting with you tonight. Basically since you started working for the company, I’ve been flirting with you,” he explained. “At first it was because of how you look, but then it was because of who you are. I like you. A lot.”

“Score,” you said blankly, making him laugh again.

“It’s stuff like that. These little things you do that just fucking tickle me. You’re a goofball. You’re light hearted. You like to make people laugh. You’re genuine and humble and smart.” The compliments didn’t stop and you did your best to just take all of it in. You knew it would be rude to interrupt him. “There are lots of very, very pretty people in this world. You included.” You blushed and look away at that, biting your lip to keep protests at bay. He continued.

“But do you know how many times I’ve met a pretty person who was bright and funny and sweet?” He asked you, and you looked at him again. He was very serious right now. Your instinct was to make a joke, but you knew what he wanted you to say, so you said it.

“No.”

“Just once,” he said, brushing your hair off your forehead. “Just you.”

You didn’t know what to say. What did someone say after hearing something like that? You supposed… thank you.

You inched closer to him.

'Thank you for seeing me.’ You thought.

He leaned down to you.

'Thank you for getting to know me.’ Your heart sang.

You closed your eyes.

“Thank you for telling me,” you whispered just as your lips met. The kiss was soft, but strong. Emotions flooded your whole body as his arms wrapped around it. As your lips parted, you opened your eyes and saw he was staring at you.

“You’re welcome.” He smiled, resting his forehead on yours as you embraced.

“But, Roman,” you said as your brain became capable of thought again. “You know two people like that. There’s another person you know that’s gorgeous and smart and silly and kind,” you said, wrapping your fingers around a lock of his hair. “It’s you.” You kissed his cheek. “It’s you too, babe.”

He leaned back and smiled at you, shaking his head. “It’s just like you to say something like that.”

“Just say thank you and take the compliment,” you smiled, taking his lips again in a quick, sweet kiss. “Can’t be humble all the time, Reigns.”

“You’re right,” he smiled at you deviously. “Now let me brag about what I can do to you, so I can back it up later.”

You laughed, but quieted quickly so you could listen. Reigns was flirting with you and you didn’t want to miss a second.

A/N: Thanks again.

Falling In Reverse - One

Spencer x Reader

Y/N was not ready for this. At all.

Flying, she hated it. But it was a necessary evil if she wanted to visit her family. Which she did but she also didn’t. Y/N going home for her sister’s wedding. Her younger sister’s wedding. And she was going alone, armed with a barrage of replies to the ‘why are you single?’ questions she knew she’d get from her relatives. None of her answers would satisfy them though. But she’d cope. There was a free bar, that was going to get her through it.

Glancing around the plane briefly Y/N saw that it seemed full of tourists, people visiting Vegas for the first time. There was that sense of buzz and and excitement in the air. The buzz and excitement that she no longer felt. Having lived there for eighteen years it quickly wore off, as did the constant, “Oh you’re from Vegas? Can you count cards?” No, she couldn’t. But she was a pretty decent poker player so she did at least fit that one stereotype. Y/N had moved away for college when she was eighteen and now ran a small bookshop in Virginia. It wasn’t what she’d expected to be doing at 26 years old but she loved it all the same. There was just something about books, the smell of them, the feel of them in her hands knowing that the pages contained an entirely different universe sometimes, one that she could immerse herself in. Y/N had started working there at college and when the previous manager had left, Sally the elderly owner had offered her the job. As she wasn’t particularly doing very well in her chosen studies, she’d taken it.

Slipping her book between her leg and the side of the seat, Y/N clutched her bottled water and cursed herself for not buying any hard candy to suck on. She hated flying, taking off and landing was the worst, and sometimes she suffered from an intense pressure build up in her ears which gave Y/N a headache for days. At the moment though it looked like she was going to be lucky enough to have an entire row of three seats to herself, it was approaching takeoff time and so far no one else had claimed the other seats.

“Excuse me, excuse me.. ” a tall man with brown hair that looked like it hadn’t seen a hairbrush let alone touched one in years was trying to skirt around the air hostess that was helping the family in the row behind. Managing to slip by, he took out a few items and then stashed his satchel in the overhead locker before flopping down into the seat at the end of the row.

Guess you weren’t going to have the row to yourself after all, Y/N thought to herself

She tried not to look at him as he fidgeted, trying to fold his long legs into a comfortable seating position for the flight. Finally getting settled, he gave Y/N a quick look and then pulled out his book, burying his head into it.

The crew got ready for take off, neither Y/N or the man sat by her paying any attention to the safety instructions the air hostesses went through. Y/N was a seasoned flyer as much as she disliked it and she assumed he was too. As the plane sped down the run way Y/N closed her eyes and breathed deeply, her hands clutching the arm rests as the palne took off.

As the plane gained altitude Y/N started to feel that familar pressure building in her ears. She began to swallow, wishing she had some candy to suck on, it always helped in the past. Her ears popped once and then almost immediately the pressure began to rebuild.

“Do you want something to suck on?”

A voice came from her right and Y/N’s eyes flew open. It was the man sat next to her looking at her with concern. Y/N swallowed hard, her ear giving a little squeak.

“Pardon?”

“Would you like something to suck on?” he asked again, clearly not realising how his offer sounded. Y/N stifled a laugh, wincing slightly as her ear went again.

“I think they frown upon that here,” she told him seeing his brow furrow.

Y/N could almost see the penny dropping in his mind and his cheeks blushed a furious red as he fumbled in his pocket pulling out a packet of hard candy.

“Sweets, I meant sweets!”

He was cute, a little squeak to his voice.

“Are you sure? Cos it sounded like you were propositioning me…..”

He fidgeted again looking extremely uncomfortable and Y/N grinned, the interaction with this cute stranger distracting her from her own discomfort.

“Look, do you want one or not?” he thrust the packet towards her and Y/N took one, popping it into her mouth and tasting the sweet but tangy taste of lemon sherberts, her favourite.

“Thank you. I appreciate it…. And I’m sorry for making fun.”

“It’s okay. I do realise how it sounded,” he sounded more relaxed suddenly and Y/N turned to study him.

He was definitely attractive, even despite the messy hair. Strong jawline, hazel eyes and plump pink lips. He was dressed in courdroys and a pale blue button down shirt with a navy cardigan thrown over the top. One leg was tucked under the other and he had converse on his large feet. His hands rested on his lap, twiddling with the ends of his cardigan and she could see a watch worn over the sleeve of his jacket rather than under. Y/N wondered how old he was, she couldn’t quite tell.

“I wonder if that line would ever work on anyone?” she pondered out loud.

“Probably not. Now I think about it, said to the wrong person and it would probably earn someone a slap round the face.”

Y/N laughed and she could see the corners of his lips twitching upwards.

“Good job I’m not the wrong person then.” Hearing a ping she looked up and saw that the seat belt sign had flashed off. Phew, that meant the worst of it was over and Y/N just had to endure the rest of the flight praying there wasn’t any turbulence.

The man beside her unbuckled his belt immediately, readjusting his position slightly. Glancing down he saw Y/N still had hers fastened.

“Erm… You can take your belt off you know. The seat belt sign is off.”

She raised your eyebrow at him. “Wow. First you offer me something to suck on, now you’re trying to convince me to take my belt off.”

The man turned red again.“ I… I….. I…” he stuttered. Y/N burst out laughing.

“It’s not nice that you’re making fun of me you know. I’m just trying to be helpful,” he looked like a puppy that had just been kicked and she suddenly felt bad.

“Shit… I’m sorry. I just… It’s just… I didn’t mean to upset you….”

When he smirked, a glorious smile crossing his face reaching up into his eyes, she knew that he’d been messing with her. He spoke again.

“Truce? No more innuendos? At least I’ll try… ”

“Haha. Okay, truce. You don’t proposition me again and I won’t tease you about it. I do have to thank you though. You’ve distracted me so far. I hate flying and you’ve made taking off much more enjoyable than it usually is.”

“Well… I’m, erm.. I’m glad I could help. I think… ” he tucked a loose lock of hair back behind his ear and then coughed slightly before continuing, “I’m Spencer.”

Attractive name for an attractive man.

“I’m….” Y/N glanced upwards quickly. “I’m Charley.”

Spencer narrowed his eyes and then the corners of his mouth twitched upwards again.

“You’re not, but that’s okay. I’m a stranger and you don’t want to give me your actual name, I get it.. That’s very smart.”

“How… How did you know?”

“I work for the FBI. I’m a profiler so I’m trained to read body language amongst other things. You looked up before speaking, first sign someone is lying.”

FBI? Wow.

“Oh… Okay. I’m sorry, it’s just I don’t know you and the last movie I watched where someone befriended her fellow plane passenger, well. He tried to kill her.”

“Red Eye, right?”

Y/N nodded and he continued, “I’m no Jackson Rippner trust me. Those are the type of guys I catch. But like I say, I understand.”

“So Spencer, are you heading to Vegas on business then? Is there a bad guy I should be aware of?” She kinda wanted to keep talking to this guy despite not wanting to tell him her real name. Not yet anyway.

“Not business. I’m from Vegas actually, I’m visiting my mom. What about you, Charley.. ”

Y/N smiled at his use of her fake name.

“I’m from Vegas too. But I live in Virginia now. I’m going home for my sister’s wedding, something I’m not looking forward to at all.”

“Can I ask why not, or is that too personal?”

Over the next four hours Y/N and Spencer talked about her family and her upbringing. He told Y/N about his job and then about his Mom, looking suprised with himself and then revealing that he rarely talked about her. When the plane started it’s descent he distracted her again, talking about his favourite books. When Y/N eventually disembarked they walked together to the luggage terminal and Y/N and Spencer both hesitated, knowing they had to go their separate ways.

Digging in her bag, Y/N pulled out her cell phone.

“So I guess it’s my time to proposition you. Could I maybe get your number? Maybe we could hang out here, or when we get back to Virginia?”

Spencer blushed again but recited a series of digits which she saved in her phone. She quickly called him, seeing him pulling out his phone with her own number flashing up on the screen.

“There, now you have my number too,” she told him.

“So I do. But what do I save it under? Charley or…?” he asked and she smiled softly.

“Y/N. Save it under Y/N.”

BMC Orphan AU

Heck my dudes I’m supposed to be studying rn BUT I really wanted to share with you this random lil AU @justpidgance and I came up with.

Basically, Jeremy’s parents die or leave him or something when he was very young (Like 4-5 ish). But before they go, they get him to take a Squip, in the hopes that at least somebody will be there to take care of their son.

Below the cut is a copy-paste dump of ideas we had. Enjoy!

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100 JALLY HEADCANONS

It’s done it’s finally done after like a month now
These are all romantic/platonic. …mostly
1. Dally lets johnny stay with him at bucks or where ever hes at when its cold out and he cant go home 
2. They go on day long car rides literally anywheres, sometimes with company like steve or pony
3. When no ones looking johnny locks his arm around dallys.
4. Dally lets out angry murmurs and acts tough until he realizes no ones looking.
5. Johnny can tell when dallys in a bad almost immediately when he comes into a room, he doesn’t even have to look at him. just the sound of the way he’s walking or his voice tone.
6. Sometimes when they’re out (or even at the curtis’s kitchen table) dally will put his hand on johnny’s leg. not in a sexual way almost to make sure like he’s there. 
7. When they don’t have to do anything or are just being lazy johnny will lay on top of dally and the two will stay like that for as long as possible.
8. Dally CRAVES being kissed when they’re not in public.
9. Johnny wears dallys jacket when there out really late at night or when he cant find his shirt in the morning.
10. Dally says he doesn’t care that much but does.he highkey does.
11. Dally holds johnny really close at night but doesn’t refuses to admit to it when johnny mentions it.
12. Whenever dally wont wake up, the gang usual send johnny off to fall on him because they know johnny will be the one that dally gets the least mad at.
13. Darry once woke up to find johnny and dally sprawled out on their couch asleep.
14. Johnny and two-bit talk a lot about dally.
15. Johnny lowkey dances in the car and dally makes fun of him.
16. Dally sings in the shower. Johnny sits outside the door giggling his ass off.
17. Dally will quietly share his food with johnny but snap at anyone who calls him out on it.
18. Pony saw johnny and dally kiss, told darry, soda overheard and told steve, steve told two-bit, two-bit already knew.
19. Whenever johnny and dally do kiss, dally really really enjoys it and freaks out a little.
20. You can also tell when they kiss because dally becomes a smidge nicer.
21. Sometimes they flirt with girls and see who can get the most numbers.
22. they rough house A LOT
23. Dallys father was friends with a guy who dally really took to and when he thinks about johnny kinda looks like him.
24. Johnny stays up with dally after brawls or just to listen to his drunk rambling.
25. Dally once called johnny “babe” in front of the gang and everyone went BALLISTIC from dally showing any lovey dovey emotion.
26. Johnny likes to talk dally at night when there laying in bed. He doesn’t think dallys listening but he is.
27. Johnny thinks dallys tattoo is hot as all hell
28. Dally ruffles johnnys hair to piss him off.
29. Dally once thought he lost johnny walking down the street but it turns out he was at the end of the block playing with a dog that was tied on. 
30. They make out on a regular basis. Specifically in a car.
31. Johnny dies a little on the inside whenever dally says he hates kids and everyone notices except dally. 
32. Dally and johnnys dad got into a big physical  fight and the only thing that stopped him from stabbing him was small ol johnny clinging to his arm trying to stop him while wailing not to “kill him”.
33. Whenever dally gets put in jail johnny stresses out a little but doesn’t tell anyone.
34. Skyrim!AU: Johnny and dally met because someone had a contract on dally. Dally almost beat the shit out of johnny.
35. They both take care of what started out as a puppy but became a huge rottweiler.
36. They like to scare the shit out of socs at night.
37. When they were younger dally and johnny used to babysit pony together with two-bit
38. When two-bit was drunk and pony was bored they banded together to make shitty fanart of johnny and dally
39.Myth!AU: whenever winter rolls around johnny gets kinda anxious around dally because he scared he might actually eat him, no matter how many times dally reassures him he wont 
40. Dally and johnny share cigarettes and when i mean share i dont mean individual cigarettes i mean dally will smoke one half then pass the rest of the cigarette to johnny to finish.
41. They both make fun of pony whenever he has a crush on someone.
42. They back talk each other on a daily basis but it never really turns into a full fledge fight  
43. Johnnys favourite position when it comes to ‘cuddling’ with dally and with head in the crook of dallys neck and half hugging him.
44. Dallys not so great at being being intimate in a non sexual way but he is trying his best.
45. After johnny got beat up dally would hold him at night and tell him how much he loved him.
46. Johnny tries to spoon dally and ends up looking like a backpack.
47. Johnny gets frequent nightmare and when he has one, (if he doesnt wake up) it usually wakes up dally who just runs his hand through his hair until it passes.
48. Dally constantly feels bad because he doesnt know how to be ‘nice’ .
49.Dally tugs on johnnys bottom lip when they kiss. 
50. Dally surprisingly gives good hugs. 
51. Whenever he walks past dally slaps Johnnys ass.
52. One time he didnt realize how far away he was and tried to get his ass and ended up falling out of a barstool
53. They both make a tag team when theyre in a fight. 
54. Johnny swears in spanish and it drives dally up the wall.
55. When they first slept in the same bed, dally woke up before johnny and forgot that johnny was there so he almost crushed him.
56. Johnny loves the smell of dallys jacket.
57. Even though dally could have a black eye,smell like alcohol and cigarette smoke, being bleeding all over the place and have the meanest expression johnny usually feels safest with him.
58. Johnny screamed dallys name while being beat up.
59. Johnny gets scared at horror movies but trys to play it off, dally can usually tell and sneaks an arm around his back.
60. Dally gets sick a lot and johnny has no clue what to do so he just takes him to darry.
61. When he’s hungover dally gives really sloppy kisses.
62 . someone thought Johnny was dallys son.
63. They once helped pony ask a girl out.
64. Soda teases the shit out of dally and asks him probing question about weird personal topics.
65. Dally will lick Johnny’s cheek to get him riled up and pissy.
66. Johnnys become almost numb to when dally yells because he’s that used to it.
67. When before he used to flinch everytime dally raised his voice. Now he only does when it’s specifically directed at him.
68. When dally gets in a dangerous mood Johnny will say some stuff in his ear and it eases him up a bit. The gangs been mystified by this for a while.
69. They both know they’re boundaries with each other even though dally likes to push his.
70. When dally was with tim and some of his gang they noticed that his jacket smelled like Johnny. After the relentless snarky comments dally got Johnny his own jacket.
71. Dally met Johnny because he was being picked on by some socs.
72. They both lay next to each other while dally talks about new York.
73. Myth AU!: Johnny likes to feel dallys scales. Dally finds it annoying.
74. Everyone knows somethings up when dally calls Johnny 'johnnycakes’ all day whether it be because they were in a disagreement earlier or that he was getting laid no one really knows.
75. Johnny can actually be very dominant depending on the situation.
76. MythAU!: Johnny lays on dallys tail and let’s him just drag him around. Dally finds this more annoying then the scale touching.
77. When dally first tried to flirt with johnny he had no idea what was happening and why dally was being nicer then usual. Two-bit had to explain it.
78. Dallas is a huge jerk but can be really faithful.
79. dally once said “nah johnnys to innocent for that.” While Johnny was sitting next to him thinking about the most kinky things.
80.dally once thought of leaving and going back to new York. He asked Johnny if he wanted to come but he said he didn’t want to leave the gang or his parents. Dally ended up staying put.
81. Johnny helps Dallas around when he’s staggering it could be from a fight or from drinking to much.
82. Dallas puts on the most dopey grin whenever johnny laughs.
83. Johnny once sat in the car for 4 hours driving around and listening to dally ranting.
84. After they died they just spent most of their time around the burned down church waiting for the rest of the gang to show up.
85. Johnny was always super jealous of Sylvia but they actually got along great. Even when she and dally broke up.
86.  Johnny actually made the first move because he got really frustrated.
87. SkyrimAU!: Johnny and dally hated each other’s guts until two-bit and soda stepped in and got them to actually talk to each other, other then spitting insults back and forward.
88. At the time when dally met Johnny he was usually with tim and his gang but after johnny he got attached to the gang.
89. Johnny has scars on his back from his father and whenever dally sees them he gets a pit in his stomach.
90. Dally hates himself for not being able to protect Johnny when he got beat up.
91. Buck started getting suspicious about them because dally kept bringing  Johnny over to sleep with him.
92. Once Johnny broke down and dally got so stressed out because he didn’t know what to do so they ended up being two sobbing messes holding each other sitting on the curb.
93. Dally still puts up a tough act but one look from Johnny and he has to keep himself from melting.
94. Johnnys a lot shorter then dally so he likes of pat his head.
95. He also picks him up from the underarms and carrys him around (Johnny has punched/kicked people while this was happening).
96. When they rough house it usually gets really intense and either goes a really good nice way if ya catch my drift or someone loses a tooth….it doesn’t have to be either of their teeth just..anyone’s.
97. Johnny fondles with dallys necklace to help sleep.
98. When it gets really loud at bucks and they can’t sleep they either hike it over to the Curtis’s or sleep in a car.
99. They try to sit close to each other but not to close when they go out with pony to movies. The best position they got is dally sitting behind Johnny and him being up against legs or chest. Sometimes dally sneaks an arm around Johnnys waist.
100. Johnnys a power bottom byee

Easter Pick-Me-Ups

Pairings: Dean x Reader


Warnings: Implied smut, (i think that’s it), maybe some light swearing???


Summary: Dean’s been feeling crappy as of late. Some vamps dented Baby, broke her windows, and slashed her tires, not to mention the fact that Dean lost two shoes( from different pairs too.) Y/N sees this and, being the good girlfriend she is, decides to help him out a bit by dressing cute and doing some cute things for easter.(Mostly fluff with a little implied smut at the end for yall)


A/N: heyyo this is for Elsie’s @sleepywinchester easter challenge. Let’s pretend that I’m not 3 days late. Sorry bub, I had so much hw and it’s end of year tests. I’ve literally had the blurb for this written for over a month but i didNT HAVE TIME TO WRITE💔💔. I considered posting the blurb but I felt like that was a cheat so here we are, 3 days late but hey, better late than never right? This was gonna be a full smut but I felt awk so I couldn’t do it :-( Hope ya’ll enjoy anyways!
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To put it frankly, the past two weeks have sucked for me. A lot.

The ‘hellish period’, as I decided to call it, started on a hunt. When we got to our motel in some small town in Nevada that I already forgot the name of, I noticed that I only had five shoes, total. Meaning I had lost one of them. The next day, I had four, but only one full matching pair. After that annoyance, came the actual case. It wasn’t even anything difficult either; just some vamps, nothing major; a milk run, really. Or it was supposed to be a milk run but all of a sudden there’s way more vamps than we thought, and we all have this brilliant plan to take cover in Baby, and then it really went downhill. Grimacing at the broken window of my car, I scratched the back of my neck and tried to think up a way to fix her. So far all the dents and slashed tires are gone but the window— that might take a few more days to get done.

I sighed, running a hand down my face, and decided to take a break from it, leaving to get a beer. Once I exited the garage, the smell of food slapped me in the face and my stomach growled to remind me that I haven’t eaten in a few hours. Making my way to the kitchen, I figured it was Y/N cooking since Sammy was out.

“Hey, Y/N are you-” I stopped in my tracks upon seeing her, wearing a pair of loose athletic shorts and my Zeppelin shirt. That’s not what got me though. What got me were the pastel pink bunny ears she was wearing, along with the pie she was taking out of the oven. She turned to me, a smile lighting up her face, eyes sparkling.

“Hey, De!” She exclaimed, rushing towards me. My eyes racked her body, focusing on how those shorts made her thick thighs look so damn good and the way that my shirt clung to her chest, making her curves more prominent. That’s one thing I loved about her, her curves and the way she had all those little stretch marks on her body. I licked my lips, putting my hand on her hip and pulling her towards me.

“You made pie?” I asked, eyes staring into hers, trying to control myself from the swell of emotions that I felt, knowing that she most likely made that for me. She nodded, long hair flowing into her face. I knew she’d been meaning to get that cut, but we’d been working cases nonstop for weeks so she hadn’t gotten the chance yet. A small blush spread to her cheeks as she spoke.

“I know the past few weeks haven’t been the easiest for you, and knowing you, easter is not on your radar… but I thought it would be a good excuse to eat sweets and do some fun things so-” She cut herself off, shrugging lightly. My heart swelled at her words, head tilting towards hers to plant our lips together. Instead of deepening it like I wanted, she pulled away, a childish grin lighting up her face.

“Oh, no. What are you planning?” I teased, knowing what that look meant. She pulled away from my hand.

“I hid easter eggs!” She practically squealed, jumping up and down a bit in excitement. I rolled my eyes.

“Sweetheart, we’re not five anymore.”

“So? C'mon De, you know you wanna!” She said, dodging around my grabbing hands to roam around in the library, looking for eggs, I guess.

“Hey, wait, that’s not fair you’re cheating!” I called, deciding to play along with her. Her laugh sounded through the halls, making me smile by default. Trailing after her, like some lovesick puppy, I noticed her trying to reach a blue egg up on the top shelf. I reached over her and grabbed it, hiding it behind my back when she tried to take it back.

“Deeaaaaaann!” She pouted, crossing her arms. I laughed,

I laughed, “Nope this ones mine, sweetheart. I got it fair and square.” Spotting another one in the lamp shade, I grabbed it, holding the two of them up in the air from her. She groaned, jumping to try and grab them, making me laugh fondly at how funny she looked hopping around in her bunny ears.

A ding sounded throughout the bunker, making Y/N’s head snap towards the kitchen. Abandoning her previous quest of trying to grab my eggs, she bounded away again, making me furrow my brows at her.

“Y/N what else are you-” My breath caught as I walked into the kitchen, seeing her pull out some burger patties from the oven. She grinned at me again.

“Uhm, I kinda thought it would take more than pie to cheer you up about baby so I thought I’d make some burgers too.” She said, scratching her neck, a habit she picked up from me, no doubt.

I stared at her in awe as she got the burger buns out of the cupboard, having to stand on her tiptoes to reach. The action made her shirt ride up and damn I might have to let her keep that one. The bunny ears made her look both innocent and incredibly hot and the fact that she was doing something so nice for me made me think some extremely mushy (but also obscene) thoughts. She turned back around and jumped a bit when she saw that I had not moved, and still stared.

“Uhm… do you wanna eat the food now or..?” She lightly teased, trying to use humor to hide her awkwardness. God she was cute.

A smirk took over my face as I stepped closer to her, arm going around her waist to pull her towards me, our bodies meeting in the middle. I dipped my head down to kiss her.

“Sure, but there’s something else I wanna eat first.”

Brendan Gallagher - Number Eleven (Part 2)

anon request: This make a part two of number eleven

@austonmatty34: part two for the brendan gallagher one!!

for those of you that have not read part once here it is part one

okay so this was super fun to write and i hope you guys enjoyed it.I havent had much time for writing lately but i hopefully will get a lot done during the summer because the end of my school year is nearing and exams are coming so im just really stressed. I hope you all understand!!<3

btw when i saw @austonmatty34 left a request i had to do it, i love your acc although we dont talk :’((

Originally posted by bouquetofpucks

i sat on the couch starring the puck down that had gold writing on it. i read over the phone number and debated with myself, should i call him or should i not? so many thoughts were going through my mind right now. i thought back to what happened three days ago in the almost empty bell center arena at my first nhl game.

i caught the attention of brendan gallagher and i think he wanted me to make the first move. i hesitated for a moment but i thought to myself, ‘let’s be like y/f/n for just a minute.’ and so i did. when would i even get this chance again, plus he is super cute.

'hey brendan it’s y/n, im just wondering when you’d want this puck back?’

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Finger Guns - Jason Todd x Reader

Anon asks: “Okay but like imagine Jay and his SO lying down and making out on a couch (fully dressed no NSFW stuff happening) and then like one of Jay’s bros or Roy bust in and start pacing and ranting and so like Jay sits up but his so is still laying down and so the person ranting doesn’t realize they are there, but then like after a couple minutes Jay’s SO sits up and is like "Is this very important or can it wait?” and like Jay starts laughing. IDK I thought this was cute and funny.“

Warnings: swearing, nothing other than that I believe but tell me if there is

a/n: oh my god this is so short, but I’m actually pretty pleased with it. Also I used Roy because if it was one of Jason’s brothers he’d just be like "go. fucking go.” anyways, I hope you enjoy this anon! As always, I am open to rewrite it if you are not pleased.


Laying back on the somewhat uncomfortable white couch, your mind is elsewhere as you tug slightly on your boyfriend’s hair. Lips locked in a kiss that had lasted for what felt like hours, you weren’t focusing on the sound of a motorcycle coming to a stop outside of your apartment. You weren’t focusing on anything but Jason’s lips against yours and your growing need to take this situation to the bedroom. Or the kitchen table. Or you know, any stable surface in the apartment, you really did not care.

“Jay, let’s go.” You murmur, trying to urge your boyfriend to stop prolonging things, to stop teasing you. Really, you knew you weren’t going to get through to him, Jason was cruel when it came to things like this, testing your patience each and every time, without fail. But alas, tonight it seems you would finally get your wish.

Jason nods, rushing things along as he attempts to unbutton and unzip your jeans. He’s half-way through the process when… BANG! The door slams open hard and loud, making you jump so violently you can feel your teeth collide with Jason’s and your foreheads bang together.

“What the fuck?” You mutter, rubbing your head and feeling your now bleeding lower lip. Turns out when you jumped a mile in the air Jason reacted by accidentally biting your lip, really, really, hard. Before either you or Jason can even blink, Roy Harper comes bursting into the room, pacing and ranting at 500 miles per hour.

At his friend’s distress, Jason immediately sits up, eyebrows knit together in concern, causing you to give him a look that reads ‘what-the-shit-Jason-we-were-literally-about-to-fuck-what-is-going-on’. Now listen, you loved Roy, Roy was your best friend, you were ecstatic whenever Roy came over, but right now was terrible timing. Looking between the two man-children you consider family, your irritation builds as your arousal dies. You were still laying down, hoping that maybe Roy would get over his rant quick enough where you and Jason could get back to what you were doing. But no, no that was not going to happen. You laid back on the couch for another 15 minutes before finally sitting up, an eyebrow raised in the way that scared men to their cores.

“Okay, so is this important or can it wait? Like cause unless you’re bleeding out or the world is ending, it can wait.” You deadpan, re-buttoning your jeans, adjusting your shirt, and finger-combing your hair into place. At your sudden comment Jason bursts out into hysterical laughing, giggling so hard that he actual falls on to the ground. This situation really was a unique one. You sit on the couch, resting bitch face at 100%, Jason lays in hysterical fits of laughter on the floor, and Roy paces the room with what you now see is an arrow lodged in his thigh. Unique situation, not uncommon. This shit had to happen like 3 times a week, at least that was your estimate.

“Why are you laughing?” Both you and Roy simultaneously ask Jason. The aforementioned incredibly hot zombie tries to reclaim his breath, giggles still pouring out of his swollen lips. “B-because…Y-Y/N is ready to…murder you.” Jason manages to squeak out through wheezy laughs, clutching his stomach because laughing so hard had made it hurt.

Roy, with a somewhat hurt expression on his face, turns to you, green eyes confused. “Why do you wanna murder me? I already have an arrow in my leg…” He asks, looking like a little lost puppy. Sighing, you realize that even though he completely ruined what could’ve been a very fun time, he did have an actual arrow in his leg…oh god and he has one in his back too. You didn’t notice that.

“Because Roy, you are a pain in my ass, and a complete cockblock. But you know what? I love ya, gingersnap, so I’ll take that arrow out of your leg and the other one out of your back, okay?” You explain, getting up and lightly kissing Roy on the cheek. His eyebrows raise in understanding, as his eyes grow mischievous. “Well, I mean I could go? Leave you two to it.” He speaks, smirking at you.

“Yeah babe, Roy can take care of himself.” Jason says, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you against chest from behind. Apparently, he had composed himself from his earlier laughing fit.

“Yeah, how about no? This whole situation has turned me off like a fucking light-switch, and Roy has arrows in his leg and back, I don’t think that’d be comfortable to drive home with.” You articulate, shrugging Jason’s arms off of you as you go to get the first aid kit.


While checking up on the supplies, you hear muffled arguing, so you creep to the door, hearing what you can.

“Nice going man, I could’ve gotten laid, but noooo.”

“You dropped to the floor laughing, and you think I ruined your chances?”

“I will fucking shoot you.”

“Go ahead!”

“Blam, blam, blam!”

“Really Jaybird? Finger guns?”

What is mine ( Zen fanfic ) part 1

Warmth. I feel hot, as if I’m burning. It feels as if I’m on fire.
Eyes. people are looking at me right now. Eyes piercing through me, looking right into my soul. They’re judging me, whispering, laughing.
Dizzy, am I going to pass out? I can’t I’ll look like a failure and I don’t want them to think I’m some weakling.

“Qwoxka”

Did someone say something?

“…Sophie”

Wait what was I doing again?

Suddenly I’m back to my senses. Oh right. I have to introduce myself to all of these new people. I look at the teacher, he looks at me with an awkward smile. For how long has he been calling my name? Well I guess these kids already know that then.

“ yes my name is Sophie as you might have noticed. I moved and because of that I switched schools.”

Whispers. Here they are again. Like what the fuck I’m right here.

“ also if you have something to say about me say it right to my face. I’m pretty straight forward and I don’t take shit like that”

I’m not here to make friends, I’m here to succeed and build a good life. I couldn’t care less about what they think about me.

“Lolololol I like your purple hair”

Ah yes how couldn’t I have known. My appearance isn’t what you call usual I guess. I’m dressed fully in black, Face covered in freckles, bright green eyes, and to top it all off I have purple hair. The little prick who asked me that question had red hair himself. He also had the weirdest glasses I’ve ever seen, if he gets cheeky I’ll definitely make fun of them. But before I could do that he continued.

“Don’t get me wrong I don’t mean it in a mean way, I actually think it looks great!”

Hm I’m not sure if he’s genuine but I’ll play nice for now.

“Why thank you I dyed it myself”

And with that I sat down next to the window. The whispering continued but I guess it can’t be helped. I stared outside, I might seem like I don’t care and that I’ll fight anyone who annoys me but the truth is that I’ve never been good with people. I don’t like them and I don’t want to be near them but for some reason I care what they think of me. I’m insecure and a mess. But I don’t want people to look at me that way.

Before I know it it’s lunchtime. Since I haven’t had a conversation with anyone except the tomato guy I’ll probably end up sitting all alone. But not that I care..right? At my old school you got really gross food so I thought that was the case here as well but apparently you have to bring your own lunch, which I didn’t do. And if things couldn’t get worse all the seats were already taken. There was this really loud blonde girl sitting at one of the tables. Next to her was a guy with blue hair, she was clinging onto him for life and he looked very uncomfortable. Across of him was a guy with black hair, he looked very fancy but for some reason he had a weird cat backpack… Well I’m not one to judge. I guess you could say that’s the “popular table”. The table next to them was filled with edgy people. Not gonna lie they looked cool, but probably because I can relate to them I’m an edgy egg myself after all. There was a guy with pink hair, have I seen him before? While trying to figure out if I’ve seen him earlier we made eye contact, and if looks could kill I’d be dead. God I know school sucks but he looked at me as if I killed his dog or something.

“ hey Sophie!!! Heeeey!!!!”

What the heck. Before I could turn around someone bumpt against my back.

“For fuck sakes watch where you’re going will you? Oh it’s you” I should have known there’s only one tomato guy at this school after all.

“ Yay you remember me lololol. Do you want to sit with us? You look kinda lost lololol”

I roll my eyes. “Who’s us?”

“Me and Yoosung! Do you see that blonde guy over there? That’s him. OH also I’m seven lololol”

“Okay tomato boy” I was walking towards a blond guy he didn’t see me coming so when I sat down he looked shook

“Uh sorry is this your table? We’ll sit somewhere else sorry!!” He looked panicked.

“Tomato boy told me to sit with you, you’re Yoosung right? I’m Sophie, I’m new so I don’t think we’ve met before sorry if I scared you” He looked like a lost puppy so let’s be nice to him.

“Oh I’m so sorry you don’t look scary at all! Believe me there are guys at this school who are terrifying as hell… Speaking of the devil here comes one of them!”

As soon as Yoosung said that the whole cafeteria went quiet and Yoosung hid his face in his hoodie. I looked behind me and I saw a big guy with hair longer than mine, red eyes and he had a fierce look on his face. He was wearing a black leather jacket and it kinda reminded me of those gangs I’ve seen on tv. He didn’t look impressed, until our eyes met. Something in his eyes changed it was as if he was surprised, probably because he didn’t know me. I wanted to stop looking at him but for some reason I couldn’t. It felt like I was getting sucked in those bright red eyes. After what felt like 10 minutes he stopped looking at me and he sat next to that edgy pink haired guy who gave me death glares earlier. Of course everyone started whispering again I sighed, what just happened?

I look at Seven he saw the whole thing happen, “who was that?”

“ I don’t know his real name but everyone calls him Zen, he’s trouble if I was you I wouldn’t try talking to him, that’s what I do” Sevens eyes were dark it gave me chills.

“ If you don’t talk to him how do you know he’s trouble? I didn’t take you as someone who listens to rumors”

“ He’s my brothers best friend, he’s the reason why my brother turned into what he is now. Everything Zen touches gets ruined and once he’s done with it he dumbs it as if it’s trash. If you don’t want to get your feelings hurt I suggest you stay the fuck away from him”

Seven sounded angry I assumed it was the best to not ask about his brother anymore. Meanwhile Yoosung was eating he looked very uncomfortable, maybe I can talk with him and find out some more information about that Zen guy.

Maybe this school isn’t so boring after all.
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Sooo here it is the fanfic some of you have been waiting for!
Please let me know what you think I personally think it’s very cliche haha
Also what do you think of Sophie ? She’s my own OC and I kinda like her since I relate to her so much
Anyway I hope I didn’t disappoint you and I hope you’ll look forward to part 2 :) - Tess

Imagine #41 (Kellin Quinn) (SWS) (Requested by WizardOfLoneliness)

Request: Cool thanks! Can you do one where like [y/n] is Vic’s little sister and starts dating kellin, but vic doesn’t know and gets freaked out when he finds out. Idk.

A/N: Here you go my love. Hope you like it. Give me your feedback and requests are always open.

“(Y/N), can you come downstairs?”  Vic shouts from downstairs. I snatch the laptop off my lap and jump off my bed. I exit my bedroom-well, the guestroom I crash in on Vic’s house whenever I have a fight with our parents- and jog downstairs, to the living room.
“What is it?” I ask him.
“(Y/N), let me introduce you to my best friend, Kellin Quinn. Kellin, this is my youngest sister, (Y/N)”  I  stand there, watching them in complete starstruck.
“Nice to finally meet you. I’ve heard many things about you.” Kellin says while extending his hand. I feel his eyes burning my skin, my breath hitched in the back of my throat and my heart rate speed up. I shake his hand; oh god, it’s so soft and warm.
“Nice to meet you too” I stutter out; shitt, why do I have to be so weird in front of him.
“Awww, my baby sister is a grat fan of your band… Isn’t she the cutest?”  Vic says, to no one particularly, pinching my cheeks, which I bet that they haven taken a fire red shade.
“She surely is.” Kellin says and winks at me.

[LATER THAT NIGHT]  
“I’ll take out the trash”  I say to Vic.
“Thanks. Um, Danielle is coming over in a few… Do you mind, maybe, um, leave us alone for an hour or so?”  Vic says, scratching the back of his head. I smirk and kiss his cheek.
“Sure, I’ll go hang out with my friends. You two have fun”
“Thanks.”
“No problem. Use protection. Don’t make me an aunt so soon.” I moak him as I grab my phone. I slip in a pair of vans and take a light jacket with me.
“Fuck off” He says, giggling. I stick my tongue out and exit the house.

I place my earphones in my ears and walk to the nearest garbage bin, to throw away the trash. I have a weird feeling that someone is watching me. I just shake it off and throw the trash bag in the bin.

I feel a hand on my shoulder. I guess my reflectants worked pretty fast, cause I just turned around and punched my attacker in the jawline.
“Oh My God” I hear him wince in pain. I remove my earphones and squint my eyes. The lights are off, so it’s pretty dark, but I can still catch sight of those perfectly blue ords under the dim moonlight.
“Oh shit. Kellin are you alright?”  I ask, guilt taking over me.
“You are great at punching” He says, laughing
“I was scared”
“I’ve been calling your name for like 2 minutes.”
“i had my earphones in. I couldn’t hear you. I am so sorry”
“It’s ok.It’s kinda my fault too.”
“If you are looking for Vic, now it’s not the right time. Danielle is coming over.”
“Well, I wasn’t looking for Vic” He says. I furrow my eyebrows and look at him.
“Then why are you here?
"Well, I was looking for  you…” He says and moves some stray hair behind my ear.
“Why?”
“I was wondering if you’d like to grab lunch with me tomorrow…”
“Oh… Um,sure, why not?”
“Great.. Here is my number”  He says and hands me a piece of paper, with his number scribbled on it.
“Um, Kellin?…”
“Yes?”
“Actually, would you mind if we went for a walk right now? I mean Danielle is coming over and Vic kinda kicked me out for a few hours, so I have plenty of time. And I feel kinda guilty for your jaw.” I say and bite my lip. He chuckles and extends his elbow.
“Sure.Where do you want to go, beautiful?”  He asks and I blush.

[6 MONTHS LATER]  
“(Y/N), we are going out for dinner. Wanna come?”  Vic asks me. I am sitting in the back lounge, waiting for them to leave so I can sneak out and meet Kellin.
“Nah, I feel a bit off. It might be from the trip…” I say, hoping that Vic and the guys will bite it. Truth is that I am a bit exhausted but I came to visit them on tour so that I can see Kellin too. Sure, I’ve missed my brothers but I was with them the whole day, I think that it’s Kellin’s turn now.
“Vic, let her be. My baby sister wants to rest” Mike says, embracing me and kissing my forehead.
“She is my baby sister too, you know..” Vic says and embraces me too.
“Group hug…” Jaime shouts and joins in. Tony chuckles, but joins in too.
“Guys.Can’t. Breathe” I say, pretending to be breathless.
“Ok. We are going. We might be late.” Vic says, kissing my cheek.
“Ok, have fun” I greet them.

I wait until I hear the door click and grab my phone. I quickly text Kellin that the guys are gone and get up to get ready. I slip in a pair of ripped skinny black jeans and a white lacy top. I renew my make-up, using just some foundation, mascara and a light lip-gloss. I pick up my combat boots and leather jacket and grab my phone and wallet. Right on time.

I exit the bus and head to the spot where Kellin and I have arranged to meet.  I hear footsteps approaching me and I start to freak out. I feel a hand on my shoulder and a warm  breath on my neck.
“Don’t punch me” I hear a familiar voice whisper in my ear. He kisses my neck and spins me around.
“Asshole.” I say smiling.
“You look gorgeous too”  He moaks me. I kiss his lips softly.
“MMM, marshmellow lip-gloss. Quiet tasty. Let me try it again and see if I like it.” He says and kisses me deeply.
“I definately like it” He says. I smack his chest.
“Dork.” I say.  He smacks my ass, lightly.
“Move your pretty ass darling” He says, wrapping his arms around my shoulders.

We walk until we find a restaurant. Kellin opens the door for me, bowing a bit.
“Why… Thank you mister”
“anything for you my lady” He kissses the top of my hand. We walk to a guy behind a desk and he smiles at us.
“Reservation for 2 under the name Kellin Quinn.” Kellin says
“Welcome Mr. And Mrs Quinn” The man says. I blush. He leads us to our table and brings us the menus.
“it sounded weird.” I say, once the man leaves.
“It suits you.” He says, smiling.
“Don’t rush things, Mister”
“I don;t. But we have to begin from somewhere” He says and scans the menu.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Well, we have to begin from somewhere. For example, stop being a secret.”  He says.
“Mike and Vic are going to kill you”
“They won’t” He says. I cock my head to the side. He chuckles and looks at me sweetly.
“Can we not talk about it tonight and have fun?”  I ask ,taking my puppy eyes. He kisses the too of my hand and nods.
“Sufe, baby girl.”
The waiter comes and takes our order. The rest of the meal runs smoothly until, the cute little fight about the bill in the end. Of course, he convinced me in the end and paid the dinner.

We exit the restaurant and began  strolling around the town hand in hand, my head resting on his chest, listening his steady heart beat .
“You know what would be perfect?” He asks me out of nowhere.
“What?”
“If we slept outside,under the stars…”  He says
“Sounds perfect…” I say, turning to face him. I kisss him and he kisses me back. It seems perfect, It feels perfect.
“(Y/N), Kellin?”  I hear someone behind us. Someone, familiar. I pull away and look at them: Vic.
“Vic…” I stutter out. He and Mike look at us, shocked. I hear Kellin gulp and the rest of the group chant.
“Is it… Are you… Are you, together?”  Vic asks.
“Yes. Yes we are. And I am soory we had to hide it from you .”   Kellin says. His voice is steady, like he is not afraid of the consiquences.
“For how long are you together?” Mike asks.
“6 months” I say and bite my lip. Vic looks at me disappointed.
“And what if you get hurt again? And what if you break up? He is kinda my best friend.”
“I promise I won’t hurt her. She means a lot to me.” Kellin says and I melt.
“I don’t know how to feel about it. Give me a sec.”    Vic says and brings his palms to his face.

2 agonizingly slow minutes later he looks at us.
“Hurt her and you are dead. And you young lady, are grounded for the next 2 days. And keep your sex life to yourselves.” Vic says. Kellin bro hugs him and Mike hugs me.
“And Quentes is real…” Mike shouts and we all laugh.

Grace-Chapter 12

Madison huffed and crossed her arms over her chest. “You better have bought a dog house big enough for you to sleep in.”

“Oh c’mon, Maddie.” Chris chuckled. “He’ll help Grace sleep at night. Every girl needs a dog.”

“It’s every boy needs a dog,” Madison huffed, “And I can’t take care of a puppy. Especially a golden retriever! They chew everything, Chris!”

“But he’s so cute!” Chris held the puppy up to her face.

“All puppies are! Oh my God, Chris, do not tell me that puppy has a dog tag that’s a Captain America shield.” She rubbed her forehead.

“His name is Mushu.” Chris said setting the puppy on his living room floor.

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Things I have learned from Grey (part 1/?)

1. HERE I GO AGAAAAAAIN ON MY OOOOOOOOWWWWNN
2. Oh, hi, hello there. Yes, I am doing this again. No, I don’t make money off this (although I should, I’m losing brain cells for the good of humanity). You’re all welcome, by the way
3. About the book: “E L James offers a fresh perspective on the love story that has enthralled millions of readers around the world.” – it’s not fresh, it’s literally the same book, only written from a “different perspective” or whatever. That is not fresh, that is “let me make some money writing the same thing wow go me i is smart writer cookie for me”
4. It’s funny that in the About the author page, there’s no mention about E.L.James’ previous “thriller with a supernatural twist”. It’s almost like… she can’t write anything else *gasp*
5.I wonder briefly if all her skin is like that—flawless—and what it would look like pink and warmed from the bite of a cane.” – here we go again *sigh* *bangs head against wall just to be prepared*

6. What normal person thinks something like that the second that they meet someone? It’s like: “yes, hi, hello, nice to meet you, I wonder how you’d look if I beat you with a cane, yes the weather is nice today fancy a walk?”
7.A bashful, bookish type, eh? She looks it: poorly dressed, her slight frame hidden beneath a shapeless sweater, an A-line brown skirt, and utilitarian boots.” – I feel offended on behalf of all bookish people. Who says we can’t dress fancy or whatever?? Fuck you Christian.

8.It occurs to me that I could refine her motor skills with the aid of a riding crop.” – what the fuck. My dude. No. Step away from the equipment. Have some hot chocolate. Hug a puppy. And therapy. Lots and lots of therapy. Also, I dare you all to read that sentence with a straight face.
9. He’s calling her baby and sweetheart in his inner monologue and I can’t help but squirm because it’s sooooooo creepy.

10. OH MY GOD I JUST REALISED THERE WON’T BE ANY INNER GODDESSES DOING PIROUETTES OR WHATEVER IN THIS BOOK
11. OH MY GOD PRAISE THE HEAVENS
12. BLESS BLESSSSSSS
13.her mouth needs training, and I imagine her on her knees before me” – yes, this book is as eloquent as its predecessors
14. Anastasia asking Christian if he’s gay sends him in a whirlwind of “omg how dare sheeeeeee, the HORROR, the BLASPHEMY”. Christian isn’t very confident in his masculinity, apparently. Also, fyi, being gay isn’t the worst thing on the planet, author.
15.I want to flog and fuck this girl in my playroom.” – I regret this endeavour that I dared take. No, really, pulling out my own nails would be more pleasant. Medieval torture sounds so much more fun than this.
16. Yeah, I’ll give you a second to get over that visual.
17. Of course he’s doing a background check on her because that’s totally normal. Background checks aren’t sexy, they’re creepy and invasive. This has been a PSA for Christian.
18.So here I am, an ass” – yes, you are accurate, very good here’s a gold star
19.I’m now behaving like a stalker” – 2 for 2 Christian, attaboy!
20. His inner monologue is so pretentious and…ugh, how can I explain this properly… it’s like a dudebro learned how to utter proper sentences
21. Kinda like this: “I’m manly and awesome, let’s DO THIS GAME ON MOTHAFUCKAAAASS *all the exclamation points*” But, you know, more articulate
22.My cock twitches in response” – so this is what I’m getting in exchange for all the “down there” monologue from the previous books. FML.

23. The amount of times he’s thought of flogging her is becoming nauseating
24.It’s coarser and chafes more if you struggle against it…my rope of choice.” – bro, no. Like, no. This is not okay. He’s actively looking for things that hurt more. This book is hurting me. Time to bring out the big guns:

25. Ana being able to tie and roll up some rope is oh so impressive to Christian, as if women are incompetent squirrels.
26. ANOTHER HUMAN MALE IS IN THE VICINITY OF THE FEMALE. TERROR ALERT TERROR ALERT
27. I shit you not, it’s probably what went on in Christian’s tiny sex addled brain
28.Get your fucking paws off her”. – I fucking told y’all
29. I know he’s staking a claim and telling me to back off” – oh my actual god, you’re human people get over this primeval behaviour
30.In my room. Just you, me, and the cable ties.” – sooooo romantic *gags repeatedly*
31. I’m only on page 30 hahahahahaha ahahahahahaha hahahahahaha
32. Pray for me

Fifty Shades of Grey, Fifty Shades Darker, Fifty Shades Freed masterpost

FINAL HOLIDAY FIC!!!!

I HAVE COMPLETED MY FINAL HOLIDAY THEMED FIC!!! THEY ARE ALL DONE!!!! I CAN OFFICIALLY GO BACK TO MY OTHER IMPORTANT PROJECTS!!!! 

This was the other outline I had for my original secret santa prompt and even though I went with my other idea I just couldn’t let it go- so credit for this existing goes to @pozolegirl whose prompt this is also based on ^_~ 

Anyways enjoy this last little bit of holiday cheer. ^_^ 


IT’S THE MOST PUNDERFUL TIME OF THE YEAR

December 1st 9:24 p.m.

“Do you really think these terrible lines of yours will ever work Chaton?”

Chat grinned as Ladybug once again rolled her eyes at his flirtation.

“Eventually,” he said lightly, leaning in so that their noses were almost touching.  

“How? They are terrible! Why would anyone think that combining puns and pick up lines is attractive?” She put a finger square in the middle of his chest and pushed him, flicking his bell once he was back to his original position.

“Because it’s funny. And everyone knows women love a guy with a sense of humor.”

“Aww poor Chaton. Looks like you will die alone.”

“Hey!”

“I’m just teasing minou. There must be some poor soul out there that will put up with you.”

“Are you offering?” he asked, already bracing for yet another rejection.

“Ha. Hardly.”

And there it was.

For all their flirting- and Chat would argue to his dying breath that for all her denials she was definitely flirting back- he had never managed to get past the suggestive bantering stage of his courtship. After a year and a half of attempts it was beginning to get a little disheartening.

“Come on my lady, give me a chance? One kiss. We can call it a Christmas Miracle.” He hoped his voice didn’t sound as desperately pathetic to her as it did to him.

“Ok, you want a Christmas Miracle?” she asked, giving him a serious once over, “If you can come up with one of your horrible puns that actually makes me laugh between now and Christmas eve, I will kiss you.”

“Are you serious?” he gasped.

“Yep.”

“That’s it? Just make you laugh?” he ask, waiting for some sort of impossible catch.

“With a pun.”

Ah. There it was.

“How many am I allowed to make?” he asked cautiously, already forming a plan in his mind. It was difficult certainly, but not impossible.

“As many as I can stomach I suppose,” she replied, shrugging her shoulders and giving him playful smile.

“You must really want to kiss me after all my lady,” he teased, grasping her hand in his and brining it flirtatiously to his lips.  

“No I just know that your jokes aren’t that funny. Perhaps this will teach you that as well and I can finally be free of them. It will be my Christmas present to myself.”

“We shall see, My Lady.”

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pre-barriscowest + the finale made me sad so i wrote…more sad fic

“–isco?” There’s a soft nudge on his shoulder. “Cisco!”

The nudging grows more frantic, roving fingers poking his cheek and shaking his head.

“What…?” Cisco blinks, and he’s definitely not in his bedroom anymore. It’s silent – too silent, almost, but the sudden flashes of light and unnaturally blue clouds are indication enough, which can only mean one thing. “Barry?” he says, and is promptly enveloped in a hug that’s more vice-like than comforting.

“Cisco,” is all the muffled voice says. Barry holds him longer than he remembers is customary for them, nuzzling his nose into Cisco’s hair like his life depends on it. And it’s a little difficult to respond with his oxygen supply cut off as it is, but Barry must get the hint because he finally peels away, stepping back a fraction of an inch. Not too far. Close enough that Cisco can still feel the warmth radiating from his body in droves.

“What are you doing here? How did you find me?” Barry asks in rapid-fire succession. He continues to stare in awe, like he can’t believe what he’s seeing is even real.

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Breaking (the fucking Wii bc both Pip and TT are awful at videogames)

AAAAAA @myladymojo This is based on the Au where Pip is the one that found himself in the 21th century.
I never write a whole fic in english so this is kinda short,,,, also sorry if theres are Grammar mistakes, but i had so fun to write this!

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Nitro

Written by @fabulouspotatosister

Fanfiction Contest 2016


It mustn’t catch you.

You’re running. 

What’s going on is really quite simple to explain - there’s a hideous monster chasing you, and you are trying to get away. 

And this monster is very, very fast.

Go faster, go faster, you urge your legs, which are padding on a gravelly surface. It was a bad idea to wear your sneakers, because those shoes are very slippery against gravel. You squeeze your eyes shut for a second, to wipe away the sweat accumulating near your eyes. You are not dying today. Not now, not ever. Not after all you’ve been through.

You grip an alien knife in your hand and it digs into your skin, blood dripping from a cut on your palm. You remember that a communicator is lying somewhere in the dirt, forgotten and lost, all because you yelped and dropped the damn thing. Now you have no idea where you’re going, just bloody following what the Doctor - yes, you are aware that he’s not there with you, just wait - told you before your clammy fingers let go of the walkie-talkie looking rectangle.

You can faintly remember hearing the Doctor calling out for you as you dashed away but could you go back and tell him that it was fine, it was okay? Of course not! You were being chased by something that you really didn’t want to look at, and there’s no time for reassurance in this kind of situation.

You’d be curious about those carved markings on the wall but you don’t have time - you have to get to the Doctor before the beast gets to you.

You can’t stop and cry about it. That’s for later, when you get back to the TARDIS and try to find that swimming pool that’s always offhandedly mentioned. You have a lot of plans for that pool. Maybe some of those plans involve a certain handsome time traveler, but those are thoughts that should be reserved for another day. 

The monster roars and it’s enough to make your heart skip a beat, if it wasn’t already skipping a bunch of well needed beats. The muscles in your feet are aching and your head is pounding, you can’t think, and you just need to run, run as fast as you can. You turn a corner, giving the monster ample time to catch up with you.

Around the bend, you can just see the TARDIS, that daft blue box, exactly where the Doctor said it was, standing tall and vines slowly crawling over it. You’re practically begging your legs to go quicker, because that ugly thing is right at your heels, its claws almost ripping at your shirt. You cry out and pull away, just before a guttural sound tears from its throat and it lunges at you, its sharp, bloodstained fangs biting just inches from your face.

“DOCTOR!” you scream, your throat dry, as the beast jumps at you once more and you cry out again. You’ll need a nice leg massage after this. You’ve probably lost weight. You call for the Doctor once more - you’re almost there, you’re almost there, you -

The TARDIS doors fling open and you dart in, giving you a good chance to take a look at the alien, a lion-like fiend with blue fur and ferocious eyes, before the doors slam shut and you drop to the floor, breathing heavily, vision blurred and tears running down your face.

You’re silently crying and shaking in fear and just desperately wishing that this horrible feeling in your chest would just go away, when a worried-sounding voice interrupts your rest. You suck in a breath and turn to look behind you, where the Doctor seems to be tied to the console with some kind of slithering vine, bursting with flowers.

“I don’t mean to interrupt, but… Could you get me out of here?”

He gives you a smile and you’re glad to return it, pushing your tired self off the ground and cutting through the plant. The alien knife glows with a heat that could only be described as searing. The vine hisses while you slice through it, and it’s a pitiful sound, to be honest. You wince as the cut on your hand stings with the heat of the knife, but you keep going until the vines are in a smoking heap on the TARDIS floor. 

All the while, the Doctor’s giving you that look, the look that’s only reserved for people in pain, which does include you. Yes, you think you’re in pain. Running away from an alien that could have killed you at any moment is tiring, and makes your feet very painful. It’s also emotionally taxing, because there’s a lot of screaming and crying in fear. 

God, do you love this. 

It’s exciting, and that’s what you love about it. Considering that your latest adventure was very Doctor-lite, you were more scared than you usually were on trips like this. Being alone is no fun, being alone with a cute guy is kinda fun, but being alone with a killing machine is not fun at all.

“Thank you,” the Doctor says softly, rubbing his arms, and you nod. He stares at you, that puppy-eyed look still on his face (it reminds you off a dog you had as a child), then pulls you into a warm embrace. Yeah, you definitely needed that. He draws soothing circles on your back, the honeyed scent of his skin filling your nose, and you’ve never felt more relaxed. Honestly, the Doctor should have become a masseuse. He has amazing hands.

“Hey, easy now.” He brushes his lips against your ear and you shudder, in a good way. “Blimey, you’re in bad shape.” He pushes you off and holds you by your shoulders. “How about I take you to that pool, eh? I heard you talking about it a while back. You need a break.”

A nice wash and a fresh set of swimwear later, you’re lying face up on the surface of the pool, feeling the water lap against your cheeks and caress your arms. You feel slightly uncomfortable with the Doctor sitting on a lounge chair not far from where you are - you consider yourself lucky that he’s reading a book, not looking at you at all. It’s a tranquil scene, one only imagined by the minds of the most creative. Not saying that you’re not creative, but it’s hard to actually get this scene in real life.

You pinch your nose and push yourself under, watching the water ripple and wave. You haven’t really mastered the art of holding your breath underwater but you try. 

“Oi!” You hear the Doctor call your name and you resurface, paddling towards the edge of the pool, where the spry brunet Time Lord is waiting for you, a wide grin on his face. You wipe the water out of your eyes and rest your head on the rocky surface. “I know where to go next! Come on, come on, let’s go!”

“Where?” you question him, and he shakes his head. What a strange man.

“I’ll tell you later, come on! Wear something warm!” He stands and darts towards the console room. You sigh and pull yourself up, the rocks hurting the cut on your palm, dry yourself with a fuzzy towel (“Cotton from the holy sheep of Kaltesin, they were the softest sheep in that galaxy,” you recalled the Doctor saying to you - it was a gift for your birthday), wrap yourself with same fuzzy towel, and head back to your room in the TARDIS.

The Doctor often called you ‘a very lucky human’ because the TARDIS never or had the mere idea to move your room. Like many of the companions before you, the TARDIS didn’t like you, but she didn’t hate you either. She just doesn’t have a very high regard for you, being a companion, trying to steal her Doctor away and all. In your opinion, she was like the jealous clingy girlfriend, but could you blame her? You’d do the same - and besides, she met him first.

The console room is big and marvelous, two big spinning disks bearing various names in Gallifreyan, previous companions of the Doctor, faint violet light washing over you. The heart of the TARDIS shines a brilliant light blue, and although it was sparse and simple, it still dazzled you. When you had first entered the TARDIS, you’d said that it was beautiful, unlike the usual ‘bigger on the inside’ stuff. That had pleasantly surprised the Doctor, and he had told you that it was good to hear something else for a change, even if it was quite strange.

“Hello!” The Doctor peeks out his head from behind another part of the console. He pulls himself up and straightens his bowtie once again and you wonder why it always gets crooked. What does he do to make it like that? It’s like it perpetually messes itself around so that he can fix it for dramatic effect.

“Hello,” you greet back, slowly making your way to the Doctor, who is now busy inputting coordinates into the TARDIS. “Where are we going next, Space Boy?”

He grins at you, full and infectious that you find yourself smiling as well. “A new galaxy in the year 2960. It’s practically become a giant winter wonderland, and you know winter wonderlands are cool.” He pauses, and then grins wider. “I made a pun! And and accidental one too. I always love those. It’s filled with scientists but that makes it better, right?”

“Right, and that sounds fun.” You cozy up to the Time Lord, shoulders touching and hands linked. “Then what are we waiting for?”

The Doctor excitedly pulls a lever and you look up and see the TARDIS working its magic. The console room begins to shake and you cling to the Doctor’s coat, laughing and whooping all the way. Your heart leaps with anticipation and you give out a yell, adrenaline rushing through your veins like a hurricane. 

You’ve always loved the thrill of travelling through the Time Vortex. It’s always the same, but the new places you and the Doctor visit are always different. It’s like… It’s a bit hard to explain. It’s like being whisked back to your childhood, way way back, like ‘you’re three years old’ way back, and learning how to speak again. Or-

A sudden jerk, and you are flung across the room. You see the Doctor desperately hanging on, calling out your name intermingled with a chorus of ‘no’s. He’s dancing around the console, pushing buttons and pulling levers and typing random strings of Gallifreyan text onto a screen, but all you hear sounds like you’re underwater. Your ears ring and you shakily get back to your feet before falling again. 

Your vision goes blurry and you struggle not to fall unconscious from the pain that’s blossoming in your back. The TARDIS ceases it’s rocking and the Doctor rushes to you, holding your face in his hands while you insist that you’re okay. He helps you to your feet and you almost collapse, your legs like jelly. You pry yourself off him and hold on to a random railing, determined to stay upright.

“I am not having a good day,” you groan. You’re really tired of being injured in some way and you wish you could just relax. “Where did we land?”

The Doctor opens the doors and looks out. You follow and look out as well, seeing a barren, snow-covered landscape with a dark sky. It’s ice for miles and miles, and you see dead bushes peeking out from under the surface. Flakes of snow slowly fall from the heavens. There are no homes, no strange creatures, and definitely no scientists. 

“We landed in the right place, just not in the right time,” the Doctor says, pulling out his sonic screwdriver and pointing it out, scanning the surroundings. “At least no one’s here, coz that would be very bad. I don’t want to ruin your already bad day - I want to make it better.” He smiles and steps out, shoes crunching on the snow. He offers his hand and you take it, the two of you gazing at each other before you step out of the TARDIS as well. 

The Doctor nods at you and you hesitantly snap your fingers, a nervous smile on your face. The TARDIS doors close and your smile grows, the Doctor looking at you with a twinkle in his dusted green eyes before he sweeps you up in one of his famous spinny-hugs. You wonder how he’s able to carry you and you’re about to ask, but then you ignore it, realizing that he’ll probably dismiss it to 'Time Lord strength’, which actually sounds pretty stupid, even though you know it’s true.

“You did it!” he says, his tone akin to a proud parent. He sets you down and you stumble in a dizzy daze. “'Third time’s a charm’, as they always say. I don’t really think three’s a lucky number, certainly wasn’t mine, but I might reconsider.”

You open your mouth to respond with a 'thank you’ or a witty remark, but the Doctor has rushed off, and you assume that he’s gone exploring, before you lay eyes on… something.

It’s a brilliant blue wisp of gas, dancing and swirling around before sprouting a jelly-like proboscis with a light on the end. The Doctor breaks into a grin and whips out his sonic yet again, running circles around the thing and scanning it while you slowly and hesitantly approach the gaseous alien. He places his sonic back inside his long, purple coat and reaches out for the proboscis - it flicks out like a cat’s touch before resting on his forehead. 

You jolt forward in shock as soon as the Doctor’s eyes close, but then you jump back when he opens them and they’re filled with a renewed vigor. He tilts his head to the side and gives the blue wisp and meaningful look.

To your surprise, the blue wisp spins in a circle and solidifies into a facsimile of you, and then a question mark.

The Doctor beckons you over. “Hey! S'alright - look!” He taps his forehead. “Psychic link - they talk without words. Come on, Hemi wants to speak with you. He’s made of hydrogen, that shouldn’t be possible, but he’s here.”

“Hemi?” you querie, tilting your head and walking towards him.

“Yeah, that’s his name,” the Doctor says, grinning at Hemi. “He told me, it’s really cool. Hemi’s lonely, he just wants someone to have a little chit-chat with.”

You gaze at Hemi, and it feels like he’s gazing back, even without eyes. His proboscis flicks out again, and you flinch, but the Doctor looks at you expectantly - you don’t want to disappoint him. Hemi’s proboscis gently lays itself on your forehead, and you suck in a breath. This is gonna be bad.

A flash of white clouds your vision and you instinctively close your eyes, a flood of memories rushing over your mind - they must be the Doctor’s - there’s Rose, Amy, planets, adventure, and of course the pain, the pain that he keeps hidden under a bubbly façade -

Never mind. Not that bad at all, actually. No.

The Doctor faintly calls out your name and you pop open your eyes. Hemi is still staring at you and everything is… clearer, somehow. The Doctor takes your face in his hands and looks you up and down, his eyes like sonic screwdrivers minus the buzzing. You wonder why it buzzes. You know it’s not a weird thing, but it still unnerves you sometimes. 

When your gaze finally meets his, he smiles and pulls you into a hug, which you gladly return. You’d love to stay in a hug for a long time when you hear a tinny voice in the back of your mind say, Um, excuse me? I have something to say.

You stop and the Doctor pulls away from you, then winks at you with a smirk - what a git. You wonder if that’s you thinking it or Hemi thinking it, until you finally come to the conclusion that it’s you and you hope to all the deities in the universe he didn’t hear you. 

Hey, don’t worry. The Doctor can be a massive flirt when he wants to. Hemi. You squint at him and he takes the form of a young woman in a small dress and goofy trainers before dispersing into gas again. What’s the word for total screaming genius that sounds modest and just a tiny bit sexy? She asked that. He replied with his name.

“Can -” You pause and swallow. Can he hear us? The Doctor, I mean.

Hemi swirls around. Nope. 

So, you think, just like private messaging?

Hemi turns into a question mark. What’s that?

Never mind. You glance at the Doctor and he smiles at you again. You’d think you gave him free fish fingers and custard the way he smiles at you all the time. So… Can we share conversations? Me and the Doctor.

No, not yet. Hemi’s voice has gotten higher somehow. He has to give you a psychic link first. So for now, it’s more of a me-you and me-him thing, not me-you-him. He’s a unique one, that Time Lord. Last of his kind, or so he thinks.

He says that quite a lot. The Doctor is frowning at you now. Was Hemi lying? Could the Doctor hear what you were talking about? A shiver runs down your spine. So… What planet is this?

Hemi gives off a soothing aura. I have no idea. It isn’t named, so… I try. I’m not that creative. He changes into a ball, his proboscis swinging around. I wish someone would come over here and name it.

Do you have anyone else with you? Family? You sit down on the snow and Hemi lowers himself, still hovering and a ball. 

Yeah, but they don’t care much for me, so I walk around a bunch. Hemi sighs - or what sound sounds like a sigh. Our kind doesn’t have names. Or a concept of them. I named myself. So they started ignoring me because they didn’t agree with the way I named myself.

I’m sorry, you think, somewhat unhelpfully. Hemi bobs and then forms into a copy of the Doctor. Hemi-Doctor tilts his head to the side and gives you that same meaningful look - and then he dissolves into a flurry of blue with a swinging proboscis. 

You love him, Hemi broadcasts to you. You love him, even though I have no idea what that means. I’ve seen it. It’s such a strong emotion. Hemi shivers, and you stand up. You love him. When will you tell him?

I don’t know. You sigh and shake the dust off your leggings. I don’t know.

“Doctor?” you call, and the Doctor turns to you, his hands clasped behind his back. “Thank you.”

The Doctor’s mouth forms into an astonished 'o’, and then he smiles. 

“You’re very welcome.”

“So what do we name the planet?” you ask, snow falling on your hair and forming a white wreath. The Doctor shrugs. You laugh - of course he’d have no idea how to name the planet. He wasn’t a namer, he was an observer. A very involved observer.

You lay your head on his arm and he wraps his arm around your shoulders. Hemi watches you two and copies you, then disperses out into the dark sky. 

Thank you, you hear Hemi say, and you know that the Doctor can hear it too. I best be going now.

Bye, Hemi.

As you’re walking back to the TARDIS, the Doctor plants a kiss on your forehead. You ponder on Hemi’s words for a second and then smile, albeit a bit nervously. 

Yeah, you love him. You don’t dare to tell him though. He probably doesn’t feel the same way anyway. Probably. Or… well, probably.

You’re already resting on your bed in your room when everything goes dark.

Off to another adventure.


This is really just a cute fic. I am always up for some pining. No, really, pining is my favorite thing, and this is some realistic pining we have here with a very nice, subtle tease at the idea that the pining might be mutual. There were some very minor grammatical and spelling errors, but I once submitted a professional report with the word 'threw’ instead of 'through’, so I understand how that goes. The story might be a bit complicated for an imagine, but we can chalk this up to a whole lot of creativity trying to force itself onto the page. And, yes, this is very creative, and points can be given for the character of “Hemi,” who is both cute and a convincing alien.

The Professor (Part 10)

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You don’t know what overcame you when you kissed his cheek. You just felt this surge of confidence and your mind was telling you to show your appreciation and be a polite woman. So you kissed his soft, bearded cheek. You got a whiff of his manly cologne, the smell wooing you and making you swoon, and you almost fell onto him but luckily, you didn’t.

They dropped you off at your place, and you damn-near squealed like a giddy schoolgirl as soon as you were inside your apartment. You took off your shoes and danced around, laughing and twirling round in the sitting area. Amy just laughed at you.

You went into her bedroom and plagued her with questions; “Till when should I wait to text him? What happens next? Will it be awkward at work? What does this make us?”

“Oh my gosh, Y/N, I swear to god, just - calm down. I know you’re excited, but seriously…okay, okay. Take a deep breath, and breathe. Ask me questions slowly. One by one.”

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