after dinner drink

I still don't know if he ever got his coffee.

I’m not 100% sure this even belongs here and I’ve posted this story elsewhere so some of you might have read it already.

Some background: I work in a rather specialized area of Forensics. Officially I’m employed by Police Scotland but they tend to let other law enforcement agencies, universities, etc borrow us from time to time. A lot of the time it’s for consulting work or guest lecturing but sometimes we’re sent to teach training courses.

About 18 months ago I was asked to lecture at a training course for some of the CID higher-ups in an English Police force. It was the first time I’d done anything like it and I was crapping myself.

I met with the conveners and other officials for dinner the night before my first day, and after dinner and drinks, I was dropped back at my hotel.

So to set the scene; it’s about 10pm, I’m all dressed up in my evening wear and I’m sitting at the bar in the hotel lounge. The place is dead, it’s just me and the barman so I’ve taken off my heels and am unraveling my hair having just ordered a hot chocolate. The barman asks if I want mini marshmallows on my hot chocolate. Yes, of course I want mini marshmallows on my hot chocolate. No I don’t mind waiting while you run to the kitchen.

So I’m sit there trying to trick my phone into connecting to the hotels WiFi when Angry Man walks in.

He stomped into the room and slammed his fist down on the bar about 3 ft from me and barked out one word:

“COFFEE”

I didn’t know it but apparently that attempt at communication was aimed at me; a fact I learned a moment later when Angry Man moved right up next to me, bent over me so his face was practically in mine and barked out again;

“COFFEE”.

In an attempt to get away from the screaming coffee man I slipped off the bar stool, putting it between the two of us. Extremely confused and more than a little terrified, it didn’t immediately occur to me that he thought I worked there, hell it wasn’t even registering that he wanted a coffee. He was just repeating it the same way a toddler does when they learn a new word but don’t entirely know what it means.

I’m going to blame the confusion, fear and tiredness for my completely moronic response, which was to parrot the word back at him.

Me: “Coffee?”

Angry Man: “COFFEE”

Then he slammed his fist down on the bar again. This time I noticed that he was actually throwing down money.

My brain suddenly came back online.

Me: “Oh. Eh, the barman should be back in a sec. H-”

Angry Man: “Get me a coffee. Now.”

Ooooh four new words. Progress.

Me: “I’m sorry, mate, I don’t work here.”

Angry man (shouting now) “You fucking lazy liar!! Do you think I’m fucking stupid?”

Yes, actually, but I’ll be keeping that to myself.

Angry Man: “Get off your fucking phone and get me a shitting coffee”

Me: “I really don’t-”

Cue rant about me being the only person in the lounge so of course I must work there and I was just being lazy and did I take him for an idiot. All while I’m slowly backing away from the bar so he can’t pin me between it and the bar stools. Then he throws in this:

Angry Man: “Do you have any idea who I am? Do you have any idea how important I am?”

I never got to find out how important this guy thought he was. Instead Angry Man’s Friend came wandering in.

He took one look at me; pretty much cornered by Angry Man who is now screaming about how he’ll make sure I never work again while I’m trying to calmly tell him to back off and he tries to intervene.

He took Angry Man by the shoulders and moved him back away from me while asking him what was going on.

Angry Man: “This stupid little whore is refusing to serve me”

Me: “I really don’t work here”

Angry Man’s Friend: “She doesn’t work here. Let’s just all try to calm down”

There was a few moments of Angry Man’s Friend trying to calm Angry Man while he ranted about getting me fired until two barman arrived, one of them with my hot chocolate. The presence of the three men distracted Angry Man enough for me to grab my shoes and escape with my chocolatey goodness.

As I left I could hear him demanding to speak to a manager.

The next day, after being introduced to a lecture theater full of high ranking CID Officers, I stood and walked to the podium only to be greeted by one guy in the audience laughing hysterically.

I just sort of froze trying to figure out the joke. Did I have food on my face? Was my shirt on inside out?

A quick check confirmed that, no. I’d managed to adult that morning.

A few other people began to chuckle as this guy struggled to get a hold of himself. As he regained control he pointed to his left.

Where a very red looking Angry Man was sitting.

I think it was the sheer relief that he wasn’t actually laughing at me that caused me to open my mouth and say to Angry Man;

“Oh did you get your coffee in the end?”

He walked out and I didn’t see him for the rest of the course.

I still don't know if he ever got his coffee

I’m not 100% sure this even belongs here and I’ve posted this story elsewhere so some of you might have read it already.

Some background: I work in a rather specialised area of Forensics. Officially I’m employed by Police Scotland but they tend to let other law enforcement agencies, universities, etc borrow us from time to time. A lot of the time it’s for consulting work or guest lecturing but sometimes we’re sent to teach training courses.

About 18 months ago I was asked to lecture at a training course for some of the CID higher-ups in an English Police force. It was the first time I’d done anything like it and I was crapping myself.

I met with the conveners and other officials for dinner the night before my first day, and after dinner and drinks, I was dropped back at my hotel.

So to set the scene; it’s about 10pm, I’m all dressed up in my evening wear and I’m sitting at the bar in the hotel lounge. The place is dead, it’s just me and the barman so I’ve taken off my heels and am unraveling my hair having just ordered a hot chocolate. The barman asks if I want mini marshmallows on my hot chocolate. Yes, of course I want mini marshmallows on my hot chocolate. No I don’t mind waiting while you run to the kitchen.

So I’m sit there trying to trick my phone into connecting to the hotels WiFi when Angry Man walks in.

He stomped into the room and slammed his fist down on the bar about 3 ft from me and barked out one word:

“COFFEE”

I didn’t know it but apparently that attempt at communication was aimed at me; a fact I learned a moment later when Angry Man moved right up next to me, bent over me so his face was practically in mine and barked out again;

“COFFEE”.

In an attempt to get away from the screaming coffee man I slipped off the bar stool, putting it between the two of us. Extremely confused and more than a little terrified, it didn’t immediately occur to me that he thought I worked there, hell it wasn’t even registering that he wanted a coffee. He was just repeating it the same way a toddler does when they learn a new word but don’t entirely know what it means.

I’m going to blame the confusion, fear and tiredness for my completely moronic response, which was to parrot the word back at him.

Me: “Coffee?”

Angry Man: “COFFEE”

Then he slammed his fist down on the bar again. This time I noticed that he was actually throwing down money.

My brain suddenly came back online.

Me: “Oh. Eh, the barman should be back in a sec. H-”

Angry Man: “Get me a coffee. Now.”

Ooooh four new words. Progress.

Me: “I’m sorry, mate, I don’t work here.”

Angry man (shouting now) “You fucking lazy liar!! Do you think I’m fucking stupid?”

Yes, actually, but I’ll be keeping that to myself.

Angry Man: “Get off your fucking phone and get me a shitting coffee”

Me: “I really don’t-”

Cue rant about me being the only person in the lounge so of course I must work there and I was just being lazy and did I take him for an idiot. All while I’m slowly backing away from the bar so he can’t pin me between it and the bar stools. Then he throws in this:

Angry Man: “Do you have any idea who I am? Do you have any idea how important I am?”

I never got to find out how important this guy thought he was. Instead Angry Man’s Friend came wandering in.

He took one look at me; pretty much cornered by Angry Man who is now screaming about how he’ll make sure I never work again while I’m trying to calmly tell him to back off and he tries to intervene.

He took Angry Man by the shoulders and moved him back away from me while asking him what was going on.

Angry Man: “This stupid little whore is refusing to serve me”

Me: “I really don’t work here”

Angry Man’s Friend: “She doesn’t work here. Let’s just all try to calm down”

There was a few moments of Angry Man’s Friend trying to calm Angry Man while he ranted about getting me fired until two barman arrived, one of them with my hot chocolate. The presence of the three men distracted Angry Man enough for me to grab my shoes and escape with my chocolatey goodness.

As I left I could hear him demanding to speak to a manager.

The next day, after being introduced to a lecture theatre full of high ranking CID Officers, I stood and walked to the podium only to be greeted by one guy in the audience laughing hysterically.

I just sort of froze trying to figure out the joke. Did I have food on my face? Was my shirt on inside out?

A quick check confirmed that, no. I’d managed to adult that morning.

A few other people began to chuckle as this guy struggled to get a hold of himself. As he regained control he pointed to his left.

Where a very red looking Angry Man was sitting.

I think it was the sheer relief that he wasn’t actually laughing at me that caused me to open my mouth and say to Angry Man;

“Oh did you get your coffee in the end?”

He walked out and I didn’t see him for the rest of the course.

To Propose

This is my impromptu thank you for reaching 1500 followers! Thank you so much my darlings- I love all of you and appreciate all of you- I am always happy to have a chat to you and get to know you, I LOVE MAKING FRIENDS!

Anyways- Here it is, my little thank you, 

How would the RFA + V + Saeran propose? 

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are you drunk, mrs. lahey?

Originally posted by lovershub

a night out with the girls takes a surprising turn of events, and isaac’s not likely to deny his wife what she wants. (humor/smut)

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Lance constantly harasses Keith by making slurping noises whenever the other boy goes to drink something.

Keith laughed at first, which only encouraged Lance, but now he can’t even put a glass to his lips without being subjected to the annoyance.

He’s tired. He’s frustrsted. And he’s dehydrated af. Someone help this poor child.

I still don't know if he ever got his coffee

I’m not 100% sure this even belongs here and I’ve posted this story elsewhere so some of you might have read it already.

Some background: I work in a rather specialised area of Forensics. Officially I’m employed by Police Scotland but they tend to let other law enforcement agencies, universities, etc borrow us from time to time. A lot of the time it’s for consulting work or guest lecturing but sometimes we’re sent to teach training courses.

About 18 months ago I was asked to lecture at a training course for some of the CID higher-ups in an English Police force. It was the first time I’d done anything like it and I was crapping myself.

I met with the conveners and other officials for dinner the night before my first day, and after dinner and drinks, I was dropped back at my hotel.

So to set the scene; it’s about 10pm, I’m all dressed up in my evening wear and I’m sitting at the bar in the hotel lounge. The place is dead, it’s just me and the barman so I’ve taken off my heels and am unraveling my hair having just ordered a hot chocolate. The barman asks if I want mini marshmallows on my hot chocolate. Yes, of course I want mini marshmallows on my hot chocolate. No I don’t mind waiting while you run to the kitchen.

So I’m sit there trying to trick my phone into connecting to the hotels WiFi when Angry Man walks in.

He stomped into the room and slammed his fist down on the bar about 3 ft from me and barked out one word:

“COFFEE”

I didn’t know it but apparently that attempt at communication was aimed at me; a fact I learned a moment later when Angry Man moved right up next to me, bent over me so his face was practically in mine and barked out again;

“COFFEE”.

In an attempt to get away from the screaming coffee man I slipped off the bar stool, putting it between the two of us. Extremely confused and more than a little terrified, it didn’t immediately occur to me that he thought I worked there, hell it wasn’t even registering that he wanted a coffee. He was just repeating it the same way a toddler does when they learn a new word but don’t entirely know what it means.

I’m going to blame the confusion, fear and tiredness for my completely moronic response, which was to parrot the word back at him.

Me: “Coffee?”

Angry Man: “COFFEE”

Then he slammed his fist down on the bar again. This time I noticed that he was actually throwing down money.

My brain suddenly came back online.

Me: “Oh. Eh, the barman should be back in a sec. H-”

Angry Man: “Get me a coffee. Now.”

Ooooh four new words. Progress.

Me: “I’m sorry, mate, I don’t work here.”

Angry man (shouting now) “You fucking lazy liar!! Do you think I’m fucking stupid?”

Yes, actually, but I’ll be keeping that to myself.

Angry Man: “Get off your fucking phone and get me a shitting coffee”

Me: “I really don’t-”

Cue rant about me being the only person in the lounge so of course I must work there and I was just being lazy and did I take him for an idiot. All while I’m slowly backing away from the bar so he can’t pin me between it and the bar stools. Then he throws in this:

Angry Man: “Do you have any idea who I am? Do you have any idea how important I am?”

I never got to find out how important this guy thought he was. Instead Angry Man’s Friend came wandering in.

He took one look at me; pretty much cornered by Angry Man who is now screaming about how he’ll make sure I never work again while I’m trying to calmly tell him to back off and he tries to intervene.

He took Angry Man by the shoulders and moved him back away from me while asking him what was going on.

Angry Man: “This stupid little whore is refusing to serve me”

Me: “I really don’t work here”

Angry Man’s Friend: “She doesn’t work here. Let’s just all try to calm down”

There was a few moments of Angry Man’s Friend trying to calm Angry Man while he ranted about getting me fired until two barman arrived, one of them with my hot chocolate. The presence of the three men distracted Angry Man enough for me to grab my shoes and escape with my chocolatey goodness.

As I left I could hear him demanding to speak to a manager.

The next day, after being introduced to a lecture theatre full of high ranking CID Officers, I stood and walked to the podium only to be greeted by one guy in the audience laughing hysterically.

I just sort of froze trying to figure out the joke. Did I have food on my face? Was my shirt on inside out?

A quick check confirmed that, no. I’d managed to adult that morning.

A few other people began to chuckle as this guy struggled to get a hold of himself. As he regained control he pointed to his left.

Where a very red looking Angry Man was sitting.

I think it was the sheer relief that he wasn’t actually laughing at me that caused me to open my mouth and say to Angry Man;

“Oh did you get your coffee in the end?”

He walked out and I didn’t see him for the rest of the course.

Okay so I get so many messages asking how I lost all the weight in three months and I can’t be bothered replying to everyone so i’m just going to write a post about it. So basically my weight loss took exactly one hundred days and I set myself a lot of rules that I didn’t break in order to lose it all.

1. Sit down as little as possible. There’s so much you could be doing that doesn’t involve sitting on your phone like cleaning your room (wiping all the surfaces, making your bed, vacuuming, doing a load of washing etc.), organising your draws and cupboards, pampering yourself (painting your nails, washing your face, moisturising, doing a face mask, tanning etc.). Just basically anything is better than sitting down, even when i’m on tumblr I walk around my room I never sit still.

2. Only ever eat one meal. I actually never counted calories when I was losing weight. I would have a coffee in the morning and allow myself to eat one meal at any time with any calories during the day. I found as long as I kept up all my other rules and only ever ate once I would lose weight so yes I was still eating McDonalds while I was losing weight and no I would not gain.

3. Set yourself a daily beauty routine. Not only did I want my body to look good but I wanted to look good too so I started a beauty routine for my hair, face and body that I did everyday. Not only was it a good distraction but I always looked good and got a shit tonne of compliments.

4. Exercise for at least an hour a day. This is where heaps of people fuck up. And no i’m not talking about going for a walk for an hour or sticking strictly to cardio I did a lot of ab and glute exercises because if you’re only doing cardio you may be losing weight but you can still be flabby, if you want a body that you see on tumblr you’re going to have to tone yourself up. I always did my muscle building exercises after dinner.

5. Drink 2L water everyday. Every single night before bed I’d fill up my water bottle and put it in the fridge without fail so every morning I would have 2L of cold water for the day.

So yeah, it’s more about being consistent and having a routine that you don’t fuck up then being really obsessive about calories and then accidentally slipping up and binging.

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3 of 3 I am such a lucky dude and can’t wait until she gets home Sunday!!!

She had gone out to dinner with her ex-boyfriend from high school that she hadn’t seen in over 14 years. She texted randomly throughout the evening letting me know how it was going. They went to his place after dinner for some drinks and sat around talking until after 1 am. I had begun to think that nothing may happen. Then she finally texted and said that he had kissed her. There was about an hour and a half pass by before I texted and asked if she was still there. She replied with a naked selfie and said she had a lot to tell me about. They ended up fucking twice and she didn’t get home until about 430 in the morning. We talked for a bit on the phone and she sent me a ton of sexy pictures. She was super tired and went to sleep but woke up first thing in the morning and started texting me about all the details. I had to work the next day and I literally got less than an hour of sleep. It was so sexy getting all the details texted to me at work about how her evening had gone. She got so horny re-capping the details that she actually rubbed one out and sent me a video of it. Please feel free to comment or message.
The Recruit (Chapter 18) - Mitch Rapp

Author: @were-cheetah-stiles

Title: “Day 78, Part II”

Characters: Mitch Rapp, Steven Rapp & Reader/OFC

Author’s Note: thank you to @ninja-stiles for helping me decide what to do with this chapter WEEKS ago. I was going in all different directions and she really helped to shape this. Also, I’m assuming that Jake Gyllenhaal joke was with you, Britt………… I’m assuming. 

The Hills - The Weeknd

Warnings: SMUT. like dirty bathroom sex kind of smut. cursing. 

Chapter Seventeen - Chapter Eighteen - Chapter Nineteen

Originally posted by allmyworry


Bro.. do you know who that is over there?”

“Hmm?” Mitch glanced over to where Steven was looking. He didn’t recognize the man that was being seated at the table nearby. He shook his head and looked back at his food.

“Dude, you know who Jake Gyllenhaal is.”

Mitch shrugged. “Name sounds familiar.”

Steven shook his head and looked back at the table full of food in front of him. “You are so nonchalant about everything.” Mitch laughed and shrugged again, his mouth full of cornbread. “So do you have any pictures from your trip?”

“What trip?” Mitch asked, his mouth full after shoving a forkful of mac-n-cheese in it.

Steven lowered the barbecue rib from his mouth and put it back on his plate, confused as to how Mitch didn’t know what trip he was referring to. “……. the trip you took after Katrina… the one you were on for more than a year…?” Steven stared at his brother, with his brow furrowed.

“Oh..” Mitch chuckled and glanced down at his plate. “Um, not really.”

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Ernest Hemingway & alcohol: Chapter 3

The Boy Next Door Pt. 4- Grayson Dolan

A @dolansanonymous & @raeswritings Production

Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3 , Part 4 , Part 5 , Part 6

Originally posted by thedolangifs


It’s been a couple of weeks since Grayson agreed to be your fake boyfriend. Your parents were coming tonight, so you and Grayson set off to the grocery store buying the ingredients for tonight’s dinner.

“Y/N/N, what about lasagna? Everyone loves lasagna!” Grayson said picking a pack of lasagna pasta from the shelf.

“No.” You shot down the idea.

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2 of 3

She had gone out to dinner with her ex-boyfriend from high school that she hadn’t seen in over 14 years. She texted randomly throughout the evening letting me know how it was going. They went to his place after dinner for some drinks and sat around talking until after 1 am. I had begun to think that nothing may happen. Then she finally texted and said that he had kissed her. There was about an hour and a half pass by before I texted and asked if she was still there. She replied with a naked selfie and said she had a lot to tell me about. They ended up fucking twice and she didn’t get home until about 430 in the morning. We talked for a bit on the phone and she sent me a ton of sexy pictures. She was super tired and went to sleep but woke up first thing in the morning and started texting me about all the details. I had to work the next day and I literally got less than an hour of sleep. It was so sexy getting all the details texted to me at work about how her evening had gone. She got so horny re-capping the details that she actually rubbed one out and sent me a video of it. Please feel free to comment or message.
Drunk and Disorderly - Imagine

*Y/N’s POV*

It was well after 2am by the time I gave up waiting, shuffling to the bedroom with a defeated sigh, leaving a couple of hall lights on behind me should he arrive home after I’d fallen asleep.

Harry had been out with his friends since 6.30pm, dinner and a few drinks he told me, “Nothing major sweetheart, I’ll be home by 12”.

“12 my arse” I grumbled as I crawled in to bed, shuffling under the duvet and into the cool sheets. I had waited up for him like he asked, but as 12 came and went, and my phone remained void of messages, I gave up. It was unusual of Harry to stay out later than intended and not let me know, and to say his lack of contact had me worried was an understatement.

I settled in to bed, lying flat on my back with my hands resting on my chest and my eyes gazing up at the ceiling, the exhaustion threatening to pull them closed but my concern repeatedly pulling them back open. As 3am drifted past, I finally slipped into an uneasy sleep.

I wasn’t sure how much time had passed before I was ripped from my dreams by a loud banging on the front door, but I was faintly aware of a thin band of pale light creeping in between the curtains. A second series of aggressive knocks rattled the front door. I quickly flung myself from the bed and pulled a jumper over my body, dashing down the stairs in my pyjama trousers and socks. As I unlatched the front door, I assumed I would pull it back to find Harry, having lost his keys or too drunk to get them in the lock I wasn’t sure, but I knew it would be him. I was prepared to be relieved to have him in front of me, I was also prepared for the anger that would inevitably follow as he slurred out an excuse for returning during the early hours of the morning. But as I opened the door, everything I expected was replaced with one thing:

Shock.

Stood before me, silhouetted by the crisp light of the early morning, were two police officers. The two men took no notice of my appearance as one offered me a soft smile.

“Miss Y/L/N?” he asked. By this point, I was too stunned to answer. Every possible reason as to why I was being faced with two police officers at 5 o’clock in the morning flashed through my brain in what must have been no longer than a second, and all of them ended with Harry, arrested, injured or worse. I’ve seen the programmes, the cop dramas and movies, and no good ever comes from having a policeman stood on your doorstep without good reason.

My inner turmoil must have been present on my face as the taller officer, a slender man with a thin beard and moustache, spoke again without waiting for my reply to his earlier question.

“No need to panic love, I can tell what you’re thinking and it’s not that” he said, his words lifting a weight off my heart. But still my brows furrowed in confusion.

“Is everything ok?” I asked.

“Well we are here on behalf of your boyfriend, Mr Styles, yes?” he asked and I nodded.

“Got ‘imself into a bit of trouble last night” the other officer said. He was shorter than his colleague and rounder, his hand stuffed into the front of his vest to brace him against the chill of the morning air.

“What happened? Is he ok?” I rushed.

“He’s fine. He was arrested last night for being drunk and disorderly. Kept him in the cells over night to sober him up. We’ve been sent to request that you come and collect him, there are a few forms that need to be filled out on his behalf” he explained. I was stunned silent. Harry, drunk and disorderly? It didn’t make sense, and it didn’t sit well in my stomach. I was well aware of the fact that Harry, like perhaps anyone else, was more than susceptible to the effects of alcohol, and on more than one occasion I had to pull him away from a fight on a night out, but for Harry to follow through on what I had always assumed were idle threats surprised me.

“Oh, oh right. Um, ok, just let me get dressed and I’ll follow you there in my car?” I suggested.

“Sounds good. We’ll just wait for you in our car, head out when you’re ready” the shorter officer spoke once again before they both turned away and returned to their car which was parked on the road just outside. I shut the door quickly and rushed upstairs, not bothering to change the jumper I had thrown on, but instead opting to switch my flannel pyjama bottoms for a pair of jeans. I stuffed my feet in to a pair of trainers as I grabbed my phone and keys before dashing out the front door again, locking it firmly behind me.

The officers drove slower than was probably necessary as I followed them across town to the local station, making a point to hold back after each junction to make sure that I was behind them. I pulled my car up beside them as we reached the station car park and followed them inside like they said.

“We’ve got Miss Y/L/N ‘ere Sir” the tall officer said, who I learned was called Tom as we hurried across the frozen ground of the car park and in to the welcome head of the station reception.

“Ah yes, thank you Sargent, I’ll deal with it from here”. Both officers gave me a small tip of the hat as they disappeared down one of the many corridors that branched off from the desk I was stood before.

“Not what you were expecting this morning ay Miss?” the man behind the desk said as he collected some papers from beside him and placing them in front of me along with a pen.

“Em no, not exactly” I said with by best attempt at a chuckle.

“No need to worry, just need you to fill out a couple of things and then your boyfriend will be released without charge, no harm done. Well maybe not for him, I imagine he’ll be getting a bit of an ear bashing from you on the way home, am I right?” he said with a smile.

“You got that right” I snorted as I began filling in the required details on the papers in front of me.

“I’d say he’s got the worst yet to come” he continued and once again I nodded, he had no idea. The paperwork was long and extensive, giving me more than enough time to decide whether I was angry, or relieved that nothing serious had happened to him. It didn’t take me long to decide that I was angry, furious in fact. For Harry, things like these become global news ‘Harry Styles arrested for being drunk and disorderly’, ‘Harry Styles spends night in a cell following arrest’, ‘Harry Styles: global superstar or drunken thug?’. His worldwide influence was growing day by day, his album was number 1 across the world, he himself is number 1 on 2 Billboard charts, and he was marking that achievement, by getting himself arrested. Way to go Harry.

“Done” the man behind the desk said as I signed the last page. “I’ll just head along and get ‘im” he said, before removing himself from his chair and disappearing, the large bunch of keys strapped to his waist jingling as he went. It was only moments before he returned, a tired and rather apprehensive Harry in his wake.

“Good luck Son” the man called as I turned to leave the building, Harry shuffling along behind me. It was silent, neither of us spoke as we hurried across the car park to escape the chill of the morning air. The smell of stale alcohol drifted from him as he slipped into the passenger seat beside me, his hands fidgeting nervously in his lap as I pulled out of the station and began the journey home.

“Sorry” Harry mumbled after several more minutes of thick, tense silence. I snapped.

“What the hell were you thinking?! Drunk and disorderly Harry are you kidding me?! What happened?!” I shouted, the anger in my voice resonating throughout the small confines of my car. Part of me wanted to calm down, to let him explain and to listen to what reasonable excuse he had for behaving in such an uncharacteristic way. But the anger at his carelessness was consuming me, so I pushed the reasonable thoughts aside and continued speaking before he had the chance to reply.

“Do you have any idea what the media are going to make of this?! How could you be so stupid Harry?!”

“Y/N please, let me explain” he signed gently, looking at me with wide, bloodshot eyes. I waved my hand in the air to encourage him to continue.

“I don’t even know what happened, I wasn’t that drunk,” I snorted but he pushed on, “I wasn’t I promise! We were having a couple of drinks after dinner, just like I said and then this guy recognised me, said I was ‘That guy who was in that band’. He knew you though, kept going on about how I had such a ‘pretty girl’ and all this shit. He was off his face Y/N, literally blind drunk, I was surprised he was still on his feet. But he kept going on and on about you, said he’d seen you picture in the papers or something, and he was saying some disgusting things. Kept saying I should share you out, give him and turn for the night, said I could watch if it made me feel better” Harry cringed and I supressed a shudder, the anger dissolving from my body with each word he spoke.

“I lost it after that, I don’t even remember what happened. I must have followed him in to the street or something and attacked him cause the next thing I knew I was pinned to the ground by two police officers and the guy was being lifted into an ambulance. Someone said that they’d seen me follow the guy out of the bar so they arrested me for being drunk and disorderly and took me to the station. I’m sure you know the rest” Harry said with another gentle sigh. I pulled the car up outside the house and killed the engine.

“But they released you without charge, no assault conviction, nothing” I frowned.

“Yeah, a couple of people in the bar heard what was being said, told the police everything and they let me go”.

“I was so worried Harry” I whispered, turning in my seat to face him as he did the same. He sighed and reached over to brush his hand against my cheek, running his thumb along the puffy skin beneath my eyes which had developed from lack of sleep.

“I know baby, I’m sorry. I asked if I could call you but they wouldn’t let me until everything had got sorted out” he said gently, his fingertips brushing down my neck and pushing my hair back behind my shoulder.

“You don’t ever have to do that because some creep is saying something about me you know?” I said and he nods his head gently.

“You didn’t hear what he was saying Y/N, it was so,” I hushed him.

“Harry what people say doesn’t matter, what he was saying would never have happened, you and I both know that. Don’t get yourself into trouble just to protect me” I said gently.

“I’d do anything to protect you, sweetheart” he said, his voice holding the most conviction it had since I picked him up.

“I know” I said, leaning across the centre console to press my lips lightly against his. Neither of us tried to deepen the kiss, simply let the comforting warmth of his lips against mine sooth the stress of the night.

“Come on curly,” I said, pulling away just far enough to speak, my lips brushing gently against his, “let’s get you inside and in the shower, you stink of alcohol” I said with a giggle, pulling away completely and reaching for the door handle.

“Fine,” he sighed as I opened the door and stepped out, “but you’re getting in with me” he added as I shut the car door, a small smile spreading across my lips as his words ignited a warmth in my stomach.  

First Impressions (Part 5)

Prompt: Imagine your friend, Anthony Mackie, brings you with him to an event and introduces you to his friend, Sebastian, who’s blown away by you. He immediately starts flirting and acting silly because you make him nervous and he just wants to impress you

Warnings: flirting (adult style), language (always, with me, come on), and drama (later on in the fic)

Word Count: 1612

Notes: If anyone has kids or wives out of the celebrities mentioned, in this universe, they sort of don’t exist….Just for the sake of keeping it concise. Beta’d by @like-a-bag-of-potatoes (because shes perfectly amazing) and I could NOT, not, just not have done any of this at all without my amazing girl, @amarvelouswritings

Forever Tags: @amarvelouswritings @cocosierra94 @essie1876 @magpiegirl80 @letsgetfuckingsuperwholocked @harleyquinnandscarletwitch @iamwarrenspeace @marvel-imagines-yes-please @superwholocked527 @myparadise1982sand @missinstantgratification @thejulesworld @rda1989 @marvelloushamilton @munlis  @bubblyanarocks3​ @thefridgeismybestie​

Sebastian Stan Tag: @nedthegay @lostinspace33 @alwayshave-faith @elleatrixlestrange @buenostardissherlock  @lenawiinchester@the-red-world-of-jess-chibi

Chris Evans Tag (Normally wouldn’t, but he’s featured a lot): @nedthegay@camigt1999​  @lostinspace33​​ @alwayshave-faith@elleatrixlestrange

First Impressions Tag: @goodnightwife​​ @spacemarkimoo@masha-meow01@axelinchen​ @smuoooshie

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After a few days of sorting out Seb’s pay, schedule, and lines, finally, he was working with you. It was a slow process because he didn’t have much time to prepare, so you gave him as much time and patience to work as you could grant him. He did everything splendidly though.

During filming, you found yourselves always having lunch together. Having Sebastian on set was like a god send, a way to get your mind off your asshole producer who was always on your ass. So lunch with Sebastian was something you looked forward to every day. You always had something to talk about from work to hobbies to funny things you saw online to interactions with the new Marvel cast you were becoming quick friends with. He always seemed to find ways to brighten your day in the tiniest ways too, from bringing you your favorite drink, taking you to a good restaurant nearby, surprising you with a little bag of chocolates.

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enemies 2 lovers!doyoung
  • kim doyoung……..is your worst nightmare…….
  • you’re a stylist for a male fashion magazine and your life was so easy before doyoung arrived ;(
  • taeyong the photographer is wonderful and sweet…. taeil the lighting director is an angel……..  mark the props director is like ur cute lil brother…. sicheng the other stylist is basically a living teddy bear!!! and your regular models johnny, ten and jaehyun are hilarious
  • basically before doyoung you were all like a cute little family and you would all go out for drinks after every shoot and you miss those days
  • because one morning you walk into a shoot and…..taeyong is standing next to another guy with a camera?!?!?!?!?! why????! your world is turned upside down
  • taeil explains to u that because the magazine is getting bigger they brought in this new photographer, kim doyoung
  • u’ve actually heard of the guy! u’ve seen some of his portfolio online and he’s a really good photographer so you’re excited to work with him at first
  • until you send the new model yuta out in your favorite outfit of the day
  • and kim doyoung….. has the AUDACITY to say “what the hell is that top”
  • immediately ur up in arms like that’s from gucci’s 2018 f/w collection exclusively lent to us for this shoot it costs more than you’re worth and you’re blessed to even be LOOKING at it check urself
  • from that moment on, u and kim doyoung were sworn enemies

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fast food and five dollar wine

Written as part of the Clexa Valentine exchange as a gift for  @dreamersdeservebetter.

Summary: Both single on Valentine’s Day, best friends Clarke and Lexa decide to be each other’s date as part of a joke that stops being funny when they wake up next to each other the following morning.

Read on AO3.


It turns out to be impossible to find a table in a restaurant on Valentine’s Day without booking.

It turns out that it doesn’t even matter.


“If only all first dates were as cheap as you.”

The look that Clarke receives in response to her teasing comment is a smouldering glare, accompanied by a single fry that soars through the air and collides with the side of Clarke’s face. On any other occasion, Clarke would grow pale at the thought of having food thrown at her face on a first date, but this is not a typical first date in more ways than one.

The most glaringly obvious difference is that Clarke’s date for the evening is Lexa, who is completely off-limits even if Clarke was interested in ruining the best-friend-slash-roommate thing that they’ve had going for the last couple of years. This is not the usual first date full of nerves and painful smalltalk, this is two incredibly single best friends who have decided to be each other’s date for the evening in a reminder that you don’t need to have a significant other to have fun on Valentine’s Day.

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All My Friends Are Heathens, Pt.2

Summary: In an alternate universe where monsters roam freely among humans, eight of these creatures group together under one roof. Their newest member, a dark vampire, comes to meet their reoccurring house guest who may be more than what she seems.

Pairing: Vampire!Bucky x Reader
Word Count: 2207
Genre: AU
Warnings: None
A/N: Yeah this is gonna be a slow burn, my friends. Sorry! 😅
I hope you like it though!
ALSO: I’m sorry loves, but TAGLIST IS CLOSED. There’s almost 100 urls down there and it’s just a bit overwhelming for me. I’m sorry but I hope you’ll understand. ❤❤

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Originally posted by roseydoux

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“You must be Y/N, it’s a great pleasure to meet you. I’m James Barnes, but you can call me Bucky.” There was a smoothness in his low and husky tone that soothed your mind but made your heart race. When Bucky’s lips parted in a wide grin exposing his sharp fangs to you, you lost yourself in a trance.

This was definitely going to be interesting.


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Let’s Pretend

My contribution to this week’s MEWC @masseffectwritercircle

Thank you to @vorchagirl for the prompt!!

Post-ME1 fake girlfriend trope fic. Where Kaidan convinces Shepard to pretend to be his girlfriend to stop his mother setting him up with random women while he’s on shore leave. But they both have feelings for each other, and soon those feelings bubble out and they aren’t acting …

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As Kaidan helped Shepard out of the skycab, her rapid heartbeat was the only clue she was more nervous than she let on. They made their way up the stairs leading to the entrance of his parents’ house; Kaidan was holding her hand, and she hoped he couldn’t feel the clamminess she imagined was there.

When they reached the door, he turned to look into her eyes. “I can’t thank you enough for doing this, Shepard.”

“Kaidan, if we’re going to convince your parents, you may want to start using my first name,” she teased.

He blushed slightly. “You’re right, of course… Kate.”

“Better,” she approved with a smile. Her heart was still going a thousand miles per second, but she wasn’t sure if it was because of the upcoming challenge or how adorable he looked. She suspected it was the latter.

Kaidan opened the door and they stepped inside, as he called out, “We’re here!”

“Finally!”

A petite woman with delicate features and streaks of gray in her dark brown hair emerged from the living room, grinning from ear to ear. “Welcome, welcome!”

Kaidan’s father followed closely, wearing the same broad smile. Shepard immediately noted that while Kaidan had his mother’s eyes, he was the spitting image of his father. Minus the white hair. Both parents looked kindly at the younger couple, and Shepard relaxed, despite the tiniest feeling of guilt nagging in the back of her mind.

Kaidan engulfed his mother in a hug, and Shepard extended her hand to shake his father’s, but the older man was having none of that. He pulled her into a hug as well and kissed both cheeks.

“Mom, Dad, this is Sh… Kate, Kate Shepard,” started Kaidan as he made the introductions. “Kate, these are my parents, Susan and Eric.”

“Mr. and Mrs. Alenko, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” smiled Shepard.

“Please, it’s Susan and Eric,” said Kaidan’s mother as she gathered Shepard into her arms for her own hug. “And where is your luggage?”

“We left it at the hotel,” replied Kaidan.

“What?! Absolutely not, you’re staying here!”

“We don’t want to bother you…”

“Mom, it’s fine…”

“Nonsense, it’s no bother! Your room is ready, call the hotel to have your luggage sent here,” the older woman instructed adamantly, a twinkle in her eye.

Shepard and Kaidan exchanged a glance. Clearly, neither had anticipated this turn of events. Their shore leave had just gotten a tad more complicated.

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Meeting MC’s rich parents - RFA

Yoosung

• Yoosung is normally not a nervous person
• Sure, he’s had nervous moments before a test, but nothing too big
• But when MC told him she had rich parents, oh boy.
• Yoosung met them at a dinner MC had arranged
• He tried his best to stay calm and level with her father
• MC’s dad even asked Yoosung, “What makes you think you can win over my daughter?”
• Trying to impress him, Yoosung stated all the things he had under his belt that would win the father over
• “Would you ever try to leech off my daughter’s inheritance?”
• Yoosung very simply replied, “No sir. I don’t need your money. I can make my own.”
• Needless to say, Yoosung got the girl and won over the father

Zen

• When Zen first found out that MC had rich parents, he grew conflicted
• He loves MC with all his heart, but he hates rich people
• He meets her parents without her knowing about it
• Talks one-on-one with each one
• The mother likes Zen instantly; the father needs some convincing
• Brings up the incident with Echo Girl
• “How do I know that you won’t cheat on my baby girl?”
• “Sir, with due respect, the claims made against me were false. Even Echo Girl came out to the press confirming. What you saw on the news disparaging my name was Echo Girl trying to get publicity. If I am ever caught cheating on your daughter, you have every right to kill me, and not just my career. MC means everything to me, and not just personal gain. I have given her my all, and she gives hers. If I can’t win you over, I am not meant to have your daughter. But I can tell you that I love her, and she loves me.”
• Zen comes to learn that MC’s parents are nothing like his own
• He comes to form a somewhat close bond with her family
• Gets permission to marry her
Now if only he could work out his own family

Jaehee

• Oh great
• More rich people
• Only, MC’s real parents died when MC was a baby and she got adopted by a rich family
• Jaehee decides to open the café later in the morning one day and invites MC’s adopted parents to the shop for breakfast and coffee
• The parents are impressed with Jaehee. They like how hard working and devoted she is to everything.
• They also like the comforting feeling they get around Jaehee and in the café
• Let MC stay with Jaehee and even become regulars at the café
• They help the girls in any fundraisers and pay for any restocking

Jumin

• Actually, already knows MC’s parents
• He sat across from them at the same banquet table when he was 16
• Met MC at that time, too, but didn’t realize it
• Years passed and he met MC and thought she looked familiar
• MC doesn’t remember Jumin though she was only 13 when they met before
• When Jumin heard that MC’s mom was a corporate matriarch, he wanted to meet her right away
• The two met the next day and Jumin was struck when he recognized MC’s mother
• The mother recognized him immediately
• “Jumin Han it’s good to see you, my boy. And good heavens have you grown!”
• He liked her instantly in a grandmother-he-never-had kind of way
• MC is confused af
• It’s only after Jumin and her mother explained the situation did MC finally understand
• Jumin doesn’t even have to try to win over MC’s mom
Jumin and MC have the wedding of the century. It’s even in the media.

Seven

• Seven didn’t find out until months into their relationship that MC had rich parents
• The information never came up in her background check nor in conversation
• The reason is that she grew up ashamed that she had a rich family
• She always wanted a normal life and she thought that she’d get it by disassociating from them
Too bad she married Seven lol what is normal?
• Seven wants to meet her parents despite her protests
• MC gives in and takes Seven to her parents’ house for dinner one Saturday
• Seven also sees why MC doesn’t like them: they’re fake.
• They’re like the Kardashian/Jenner family of South Korea
• The family (because MC’s siblings are there, too) also kind of treats everyone around them like trash
• After dinner and a drink or two, MC was ready to leave
• Seven was then more grateful for who MC chose to be, rather than what her family name made her be

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The First Order Army And Navy Club - verybadhedgehog - Star Wars Episode VII: The Force Awakens (2015) [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Star Wars Episode VII: The Force Awakens (2015)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Armitage Hux/Kylo Ren
Characters: Armitage Hux, Kylo Ren, Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s), Dopheld Mitaka
Additional Tags: british upper middle classes at play, first order officers at play, Tennis, Croquet, dressing for dinner, after dinner speech, kylo ren drinking pimms through a straw, hux’s awful sister, Crack, Pastiche, canonverse, Not Canon Compliant
Summary:

Kylo Ren has been commanded by the Supreme Leader to pay a visit to the First Order Home World (a recolonised planet) for political and morale purposes, and has been forced to accept General Hux’s invitation to the First Order Army and Navy Club.

The world of manicured lawns and wood panelled dining rooms is alien to Kylo, but he copes somehow, through cucumber sandwiches, Pimms, croquet, after dinner conversation and the dynamics of the Hux family.


It’s the “country club fic” finally, featuring Kylo Ren drinking Pimms through a straw and Hux’s Awful Sister persuading Kylo Ren to play croquet.

NOT REMOTELY Aftermath compliant! Born from old old old headcanons well past their sell by date and growing mould, but hopefully fun.