and then she head bangs

There are three non-art students that Lardo lets into her studio.  

She never really invited Shitty.  He just showed up one day, his hands in the pockets of his jacket, said he was curious what she did when she wasn’t managing a team full of hooligans.  Lardo let him in.  She figured he wouldn’t stick around, or if he did, she could kick him out for trying to make suggestions, or for disrupting her carefully orchestrated mess.  It’s still surprising to her how quickly she got used to him being there.  He talked a lot, of course.  It’s Shitty.  But it was more questions than rambles.  It was him asking about her work and her techniques and about what she enjoyed about art.  It should have been annoying, someone cluttering up her space and talking while she was working.  Some days she did have to issue a gag order or threaten to kick him out if he didn’t shut up.  But nothing beat her creative block like talking with Shitty about her projects.  And she could always count on him to be with her at 3 AM the morning of a gallery showing, carefully applying glitter and sequins.

Jack she did invite.  A lot of the other guys on the team had places to go to get away from hockey, outside friends from classes and student orgs.  But as her frog year went along, she realized that Jack didn’t.  He spent his time in the Haus and in class and with the team.  She was in his room one day when she uncovered his camera, and they had a conversation about photography that led to talking about art mediums and about defining art.  Jack didn’t have a whole lot to contribute when they got more philosophical, but it put the idea in Lardo’s head to tell him to swing by her studio.  Whenever he was there, he worked quietly on his stuff while she worked on hers, and sometimes they talked, and sometimes he watched, but mostly they just enjoyed the quiet.  Lardo would introduce him to some of her friends that swung by, and most of them got a kick out of Jack Zimmermann sitting in her tiny studio.  But Lardo liked it.  And when she seriously suggested that he try out some art classes, maybe a photography class or two, he said he’d give it a shot.

Nursey came to Lardo’s studio the first time to bring her coffee on an all-night bender mid-way through second semester junior year.  She was sitting on the floor with printouts haphazardly spread out in front of her.  She was trying to work on her thesis proposal, but she mostly wanted to bang her head against the wall.  Nursey, who was always a little too nosy for his own good, glanced at her papers as Lardo venmo-ed him, and the grimace on his face made Lardo defensive.  “Dude, why aren’t you using headings?” Nursey asked.  “It’ll make it easier to organize and easier to read.”  What started as a coffee run became a three-hour editing session, which became 30 more coffee runs and a crash course in citation methods and, ultimately, a completed thesis.

Lardo let three non-art students into her studio, but Bitty never came to see her there.  Lardo knew that he had his own focusing place.  He worked in the kitchen, and when she needed him, she went to find him there.

A temp I barely knew was actively trying to get me fired behind my back.

This happened a while ago but decided to post today as she rang a member of the office and used the threat of unfair dismissal claim if she wasn’t given a good reference. Not sure if it belongs in here or not.

TL:DR An office temp I’d spoken to a handful of times conspires to have me fired without my knowledge. It’s a very long story so be warned it’s a bit of a vent.

So, we had a temp covering maternity leave that turned out to be a bit of a nutjob. She was EA to Deputy CEO and seemed to think this gave her some sort of status. We’ll call her the temp. I’d spoken to her twice maybe three and was incredibly nice; I make it my business to be nice to everyone. What she didn’t know is that from about a week after she started I knew she was sending daily complaints (all unfounded and untrue) to my manager about me. My manager and I get on socially and professionally and he was dumbfounded by her doing this. I still have no idea, why she did it to me either and until today I’d put her out of my mind.

We are talking 3 or 4 complaints a day and asking for stuff to be taken further and why wasn’t I getting warned/reprimanded, whatever?

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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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zapdos007  asked:

"But what if she doesn't like the real me"

“But what if she doesn’t like the real me?” Queen Bee asked, looking at the view from Marinette’s balcony. There was a nervous shake to her voice, one that revealed how scared of rejection she really was.

Marinette put a hand over hers and gave her a meaningful look. “If she’s anything like the person you’ve showed me, then there is no way she won’t like you. You’re a great person, Bee, and even if you haven’t always been nice, well… people grow and change, you know? It’ll be alright.” She gave the heroine a reassuring smile before clapping her on the back. “Now get outta here and prepare to talk your mystery lady into forgiving you,” she said with a wink.

“Yeah… yeah! I’ve totally got this!” Bee exclaimed, jumping to her feet. She waved Marinette goodbye and flew off.


“I do not totally have this,” Chloe whispered, her hand held out to knock on the door of a certain baker’s daughter’s residence. She closed her eyes and leaned forward, gently banging her head on the door. “Ugh, she’s never going to like me back.” Another thump against the door. “Even though she said that to Bee, she didn’t know it was me talking about her.” Thump. “Why.” Thump. “Did I.” Thump. “Decide.” Thump. “To do this?” Thump, thump, thump. “God, she’s going to hate meeeehi,MadameDupain-Cheng!” she squeaked when the door suddenly opened. Marinette’s mother stood before her with a kind smile.

“Hello, dear, are you here to see Marinette?” she asked in an equally kind way.

“I, uh, that is-”

“Oh, don’t worry. I’ll call her down for you. Come in, come in, she’ll be down in a minute,” Sabine told her, ushering her inside. Before heading up the stairs, she gave Chloe a knowing look, which only made Chloe more nervous.

She stood at the bottom of the steps for some time, heart jumping at ever sound that came from the rooms above her. She almost reached for the door to leave when she heard a shout of, “I’m coming!” and a loud crash. It was only a few seconds after that that Marinette slid to the top of the steps and climbed down them, only stopping when Chloe was directly in front of her.

Neither of them said anything, and while Marinette’s eyes bore into Chloe, Chloe’s looked anywhere but at her.

Finally, Marinette spoke. “Can I help you with something, or…?”

“No! I mean, yes! I mean, kind of? Look, I just wanted to say that I’m.” She swallowed down the lump that threatened to form in her throat “I’m sorry. F-for the stuff I’ve done to you. I don’t have any good excuses for what I did, and I don’t expect you to forgive me, but I just. Needed to tell you.” When Marinette didn’t say anything, she slumped in defeat. “Right. I’ll go now, s-”

Her words were cut off by Marinette throwing her arms around her. She froze in place, not even daring to breathe in case it broke the magic of the moment. Unfortunately for her, Marinette moved away anyways (and all too soon, if Chloe were honest with herself).

“I forgive you,” she said brightly, beaming at Chloe.

“You… you do?” she asked, awe in her voice and expression.

“Sure. You seem sincere enough, and I think this is like… the first time you’ve ever actually said sorry to someone. You didn’t make any excuses and you didn’t try to place the blame elsewhere. That’s really admirable. So, I forgive you.”

“Thank you,” Chloe breathed, sighing in relief. “I think I should, um, go now? But maybe in school we could start. Talking. And helping with makeup. And things.”

“That sounds lovely,” Marinette agreed. She waved goodbye when Chloe did, and just before the door closed behind her, Marinette called out, “Oh, and Chloe!” Chloe turned to listen. “I want you to know that I meant it when I told you you were a great person.”

Chloe smiled. “Thanks, Marinette.” The door closed, and only when she was halfway home did she realized that Marinette hadn’t said anything about her being great during their conversation. She did, however, tell Bee that she was great.

Her limo was filled with a shriek and a plea for the driver to bring her back to the Dupain-Cheng’s.


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I’m Back

Summary: Natsu welcomes Lucy home, in the way he knows best. NaLu Smut OneShot. 

Singspiration: If you fancy a laugh —> At Last - Etta James

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A/N: I was going to flesh this out a bit more, but I decided I’ve been late enough haha! I hope you enjoy your requested smut @nalufever  . Also, credit where credit is due to @keii  for her amazing NaLu art that gave me inspiration ;) This story is 10% some kind of plot and 90% smut. ;)  

-x-

She paused, a shuddering breath left passed her lips. Too much time had passed since she had left. A year to be exact.  Absence taught her that time moved slowly when parted from the second half of her soul.

Natsu.

He would be charging towards her any minute now. Finding her scent from miles away wasn’t unusual, it was in his nature. Rooted to the spot, Lucy couldn’t find it within her to move. Still debating what she was going to say, what could she say that would be believable. She had never lied to him before, technically it was lying by omission. He would never have accepted she had to find Aquarius alone.

Hence the reason, travelling to the continent via the spirit world so he wouldn’t be able to track her.  

“He’s not here you know.” Pivoting quickly to source the voice, piercings and coal orbs came into view, eyes focused on her as he spoke, “Salamander’s on a job.”

“Gajeel.” He hadn’t aged a day.

“I hope you’re back for good Bunny,” Before she could turn around and head back, his words made her stop.

“You hurt him.”

And myself, she added silently in her head.

“I know.” She whispered, because what else could she say.

“Are you coming in or not?” He asked after a moment of contemplative quiet between the pair of them, brushing past her with a nod that signified that she should follow. She did so without complaint.  

“How is Levi?”

“Why don’t you ask her yourself?” He replied, patting her head gently as she caught up with his large ground swallowing footsteps.

Seeing Fairy Tail again sent her blood pressure soaring, happy memories surfacing in her mind. For now, she would concentrate on greeting her guildmates and worry about Natsu later.

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Cute Dancer

“ Shiro is a dance teacher and teaches contemporary dance to teenagers with his dance partner Allura. Lance teaches the class after his which happens to be ballet for little kids. Shiro likes to stick around and watch the long legged man dance and smile at the kids and tries to get the nerves to ask him out. His students end up asking Lance out for him instead. “

I saw this and @shir-oh-no said we could write things for the aus as long as we tagged them and

I just had to

(fun fact: autocorrect tried to turn aus into anus)

((I dunno if this turned out how the au prompt meant so I’m sorry if it’s not right))

(((Edit: I changed the title bc handsome dancer didn’t fit)))

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Shiro ran a hand through his mess of hair as he said goodbye to the last of his students, offering the young teen a small smile. Allura, the woman he taught the class with, waved goodbye with a cheerful ‘see you later, Shiro’ before she exited the room. It had been a long day and class went a little longer than usual, but it ended just in time for the next class, which came piling in only moments after Allura had left. The children seemed excited, eyes shining as they talked to their parents.

Just as Shiro was heading for the exit, a loud voice met his ears and he turned around slightly.

“Hey, guys! Everyone’s here so early, I feel like you all planned this.” There was a playful tone to the man’s voice, deep blue eyes sparkling with joy as he set his bag down. In moments, he was being mobbed by the children and a barked out laugh passed his lips as he crouched down to hug his students. The parents in the room all seemed to have small, fond smiles on their faces as a few of them laughed and shook their heads slightly at the sight.

“Lance, are we doing something new today?” One of the young girl’s voice chirped, giggling when the brunette had scooped her up and stood straight.

“We are, April, and I bet you’ll do great.” The man Shiro now knew was Lance beamed down at the girl before lowering her back to the ground. “Now! Everyone get your ballet shoes on! We have a long day ahead of us!” Lance’s captivating eyes scanned the room before they ended up landing on Shiro, who jumped at the smile the man shot his way. He waved slightly and the older man waved back, a slight flush dusting his cheeks as he quickly shuffled out of the room. He could hear Lance’s laugh follow him out into the hallway.

Before Shiro really knew it, he was staying after his class to watch Lance teach his own class. Dark eyes followed the other’s form as he demonstrated what he was going to teach the kids that day. Sometimes he would find himself staring at his legs that were hugged just right by the tights he always wore, showing off just how long and defined they were. The shirts he wore were no better, really. The tank tops and t-shirts clung to his body tight like a second layer of skin, showing off his fairly slim yet defined form. If it wasn’t for the fact that he was teaching children, Shiro would think the outfit would be distracting. The parents seemed to enjoy it almost as much as he did, though, so that was a thing. Sometimes, Lance would catch him staring and send a short wink his way, which usually ended with Shiro flushing and hurrying out of the room with Lance’s laughter following him.

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"I really need you" prompt

Harry’s at an important dinner with the label, sitting next to Jeff, when his phone begins vibrating. He checks the caller ID, sees it’s her, ignores it. A few seconds later; the same thing, he ignores it again. The third time his phone rings and her contact picture comes up he sighs and excuses himself to pick up the phone.

***

“Pick up, pick up.” I mutter to myself with my phone pressed to my hear, tears streaming down my face as I look over the totaled car seeing the police cars make their way down to me. It all happened so fast, the car that hit me ran a red light and smashed into my side of the car hard enough to make the car spin. My head had ricocheted off the steering wheel and I had a killer migraine now which was making it difficult to walk.

After the third attempt to call Harry, he finally picked up.

“What is it, sweetie? I told you this dinner is really—"

“I got in a car accident.” I say, trying to keep my voice steady.

“What?! Where are you? Are you okay? Are you hurt?”

I really need you.” Is all I manage to get out before I’m sobbing.

“Alright, baby? Baby, listen to me. I need you to share your location with me on the phone, can ya do that for me?”

I nod for a few seconds before remembering Harry can’t see me, “Yeah.” I hiccup.

“Okay, do that right now, I’ll be right there, don’t move.” And then the line goes dead and I already feel alone as I see a police officer walking over to me.

***

“Fuckin’ traffic.” Harry groans to himself in the back of the car, his leg bouncing uncontrollably. He tried calling her back a few times since he left the restaurant, but she won’t pick up. “Oh, to hell with this.” They’re only a block over so Harry jumps out of the car and starts running, hoping no one will follow him.

***

I can hear my name being called, but the medic is trying to bandage my forehead and I’m pushing her hand away and then my boyfriend is standing in front of me and I’m crying.

“Oh my God, love you’re bleeding. Are you alright?” He turns to the medic, “Is she alright?”

“I told them not to call the ambulance, I’m fine.” I say.

Harry turns his attention back to me, “You’re not fine.” His hands are shaking as he holds my face, inspecting for damage.

“I’m sorry about your car.”

“Wha—?“ He frowned and turned before seeing the car and immediately turning back to me, “I don’t care about the car, I care about you.”

I rolled my eyes as he stepped away from me to allow the medic to bandage my forehead, “Harry—“

“Love, I swear I don’t give a shit about the car.” He looked to the medic, “Is she alright? Can we go home?”

She shook her head, “She banged her head pretty hard, I think she should go to the hospital.”

I immediately started to panic and Harry grabbed my hands, “Hey, hey, hey, you’re fine. I’m gonna come with you, okay?”

“I just want to go home.” My voice broke and I saw Harry’s eyes beginning to shine too.

“I know, my love, I know, we’ll go home as soon as we know for sure that you’re okay.”

Harry held my hand in the ambulance and sang to me over the sound of the sirens because he knew I didn’t like loud noises. We found out when I got to the hospital that I had a pretty minor concussion and that was pretty much it. They said I was extremely lucky.

Harry carried me into the house when we got home, gently placing me under the covers. After propping my head up he slid into bed beside me and I was half asleep, but I felt him press a quick kiss on the corner of my mouth.

He doesn’t think I’ll remember, but I hear him when he says, “If you scare me like that again, you’re in for it.” He sighs and gently runs his fingers through my hair and kisses my cheek again and I feel his breath on my ear as he whispers, “Thank you for being okay, angel.“

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The Mask

a/n: this is just because i get cinderella vibes from “i don’t even know your name” and i’ve always wanted to go to a masquerade ball for some reason


The rapid knocking on your door distrubed your study session, causing you to groan. Standing up, you opened the door and saw your friend smiling brightly, pushing herself into your apartment. “Um, come in, why don’t you?” You asked, closing the door. “What’s up? Thought you had a meeting or something?”

“I didn’t need to stay.” She waved off that idea, and unlocked her phone. “But I got a text from Emily, and she said that there’s this masquerade thing next weekend and apperently a lot of people are going so I thought it would be a good idea if we went! You’re always complaining about not having a boyfriend so maybe this will be your chance to find one! And look really pretty, too!”

You laughed, sitting on your couch. “A masquerade ball?” You pondered the idea for a few moments. “Yeah, sure, I’ll go. Seems fun.”

“But there will be free drinks and- wait, did you say you’d go?” Your friend asked, stopping herself. Apparently she thought you wouldn’t want to go.

“Yeah, I could use some fun, and I think a masquerade ball would be really fun!” You nodded, picking up your book. “Now shoo, I need to study for a test.”

Your friend nodded, going to the door. “I’ll text you when we can go get dresses! And a mask! We need to wear masks!” She let herelf out of the apartment, and you rolled your eyes, excited for the party.

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She's Still Pretty

A reverse crush au where Adrien can’t get a fucking grip on himself

Pairing/s: Adrinette
Fandom: miraculous
Summary: Adrien has bruises on his ribs bc even Nino is fed up with his awkwardness around Marinette


“Dude, there’s Marinette,” Adrien’s sides had suffered way too much pain from Nino’s sharp jabs in the past week. He was almost one-hundred-percent sure that there was a permanent bruise now.
“Please stop poking my side,” Adrien grumbled, turning his head away from Nino as he squirmed further to the side.
“Didn’t you hear me?” Nino rolled his eyes, hiding his expression of exasperation behind his hat. “It’s Marinette!”

“She- where?” Adrien jerked up, head banging into the wooden bench-back with the force of an ocean. Mouth twisting into a gape of pain, he craned his neck low and rubbed the throbbing lump. Now he had two bruises.
“Oh- hi, Adrien,” Adrien ducked his head even lower at the sound of her voice, a mix of sugar and butterfly wings (maybe that was a bad thing).
“Hi- um- hey- What’s up?” he puffed his chest and tried a confident grin, lifting his head to face Marinette.

Well crap, Adrien’s eyebrows contracted into a line of pure nervousness. She’s still pretty.

“Nothing much,” Marinette’s cotton-candy-pink lips curled into a tiny smile, and her sapphire eyes sparkled. She tugged her backpack strap. “What about you? How’s modelling?”
“Fine.” Adrien let out a tiny sliver of his breath to speak the word.

You’re a goddamn idiot, Agreste.

“Well that’s good,” Marinette continued to her seat behind him, and Adrien’s eyesight followed the entire way.
“Morning, Adrien,” Alya looked up from her phone, brow furrowing. “You seem a little puffed out. Your face is going red.”

Adrien let out his remaining breath slowly, hoping he didn’t sound like a dying horse, and tried his luck with another smile. Alya was much easier to talk to.
“Yeah, I… Ran to school.”
“That’s odd,” Marinette blinked. Adrien bit his lip. “I thought I saw your limousine headed towards the school.”
“Oh! That! Well, I really…” Adrien swallowed the nothingness his throat threatened to produce. “I wasn’t supposed to be running. Actually. Father had Nathalie and Gorilla chase after me.”

A wave of relief swashed his insides as Marinette giggled. He turned to Nino for a reaction, and the DJ held up two thumbs of approval.

“Hey, Mari,” Nino leant back on his desk with one elbow, raising an eyebrow. “Adrien and I are heading out to the Eiffel Tower this afternoon to see Alix beat Kim’s ass in a commando course-”
“We are?” Adrien, taken aback, turned to Nino.

Another jab in the ribs, and another wince.

“Yeah, dude, did you forget? Anyway, did you and Alya wanna come?”
“Oh, that sounds great!” Alya clapped, and nudged Marinette (Adrien silently wished Nino would take a leaflet out of Alya’s book and be a little softer) with her shoulder. “You busy?”
“No, I don’t have a shift at the bakery until tomorrow,” Marinette nodded. “We’ll be there!”

“Great!” Nino twisted back to the front. He flashed a smirk at Adrien, hidden from the girls behind him.
“What?” Adrien narrowed his eyes and fish-puckered his lips in annoyance, the pink ebbing away from his cheeks.
“What? Not even a thank you?” Nino whispered.
“You know I’ll just make a fool of myself,” Adrien looked down at his hands, and noticed he had been subconsciously tapping his pen on the desk.
“Nah, bro, you’ll be fine,” Nino waved his worries away.

“I didn’t even know Kim and Alix had another bet!” Adrien tucked the pen into his bag so he would stop picking it up and fidgeting with it.
“You don’t need to know, they’re probably always betting against each other,” Nino replied.
“Wait, there’s an actual bet on today, right?” Adrien’s eyes doubled in size, his eyebrows flying into his straw-coloured hair.
“Yeah,” Nino tipped his head back, laughing.
“Because I don’t want Marinette to think we set her up, she’d think so badly of me!” Adrien whispered frantically.
“Dude, I sad there was a bet!” Nino shook his head. “Lighten up. You’ll get her one day.”

Yeah… Adrien looked back down, a shy smile stretching across his face. One day.

What Happened at Recess

Member: NamJoon // BTS

Genre: Smut, Office!AU, Romance, Comedy(?)

Short Summary: Sending each other provocative pictures while working was definitely a bad idea, what’s worse is the meeting right after the recess.

Words: 1.9

For her, it was just a normal day in the office, running around with paperwork at hand and commands from her team leader. Everything was going as usual; to the point where she simply wanted something extra-ordinary to happen. She swore that she would be happy to even get a glimpse of her boyfriend’s face, but sadly he was preparing himself for a meeting and she knew he would be cooped up in his office, doing finishing touches on his speech and looking over the data.

Disappointed, she sighed deeply after putting the stack of papers onto her table and falling into her chair, letting her arms droop at her sides. It would be another normal, boring day in the office.

It was at the moment when her disappointed self had just begun filing in the papers that her phone pinged with an incoming message, and her eyes were instantly drawn to her phone that was flashing with bright colours. Unlocking the device, she was greeted by a familiar nickname and a small photo of her boyfriend in the corner. “Joonie…” she whispered with excitement, opening the message to see what he wanted.

And oh what she found. No more to the boredom of her monotone work routine.

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“Sixteen-year-old Daria Morgendorffer, from Lawndale, USA, has a bedroom with quite a history. The previous owners had locked up their crazy aunt in what is now Daria’s padded room. But Daria appreciates her cushy interior. “It muffles sound, so my parents can’t eavesdrop. And it does cut down on the pain when my sister’s actions finally drive me to bang my head against the wall repeatedly,” she says. Her treasured skeleton poster reflects Daria’s eclectic style. “If that’s the first thing I see when I wake up in the morning, I know it’s going to be a great day,” the teenager declares. What do friends and family think of Daria’s room? “My friend Jane thinks it’s cool - she says my personality will probably grow into it. And my sister, Quinn, is generally too scared of the decor to set foot in here, so that works out very nicely."Daria’s bedroom also offers a safe haven from her school, Lawndale High. "If it weren’t for those bothersome truancy laws, I’d spend a lot more time in here,” says Daria, who tinkers with formulas for biological weapons when she’s not watching Sick, Sad World. She’s looking to expand her territory, though. “I need my parents’ and my sister’s spaces, too, but so far I haven’t been able to get them to move out. I’m working on it.” We think she’s joking.” -Seventeen Magazine 1998

(page + text from July Issue of Seventeen 1998)

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Rungs

sthoblondeCharacters: AJ Styles x OFC

Warnings: Explicit sex. Cursing. Dirty talk.

Inspiration:

Summary: After scoring a victory in the ring, he wants to score another one backstage.

Tagging: @llowkeys @the-geekgoddes@blondekel77@horcruxhunter5972@zombiexbody@vebner37@nickysmum1909@imtoldimbabe@taryndibiase@justtrey19​ @starstar2012 @castielscamander (IDK why some won’t actually tag??)

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Highway to Hell!

Summary: When Dean is looking for his wallet he walks in on Y/N jamming out to AC/DC. As much as he’d like to walk away, he finds himself mesmerized by her every move.

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester (mentioned), Reader

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: Language, flirtation, suggestive conversations

Word Count: 1,422

Request:  I know requests are closed, but I was sliding around in my socks listening to music and then I wondered what it would be like if Dean walked in on the reader jamming out to HIGHWAY TO HELL in the bunker? If you can’t, it’s cool. Love you! 😘♥️😍- Anonymous  

A/N: Alright guys thanks for being so patient with me. I’m finally getting back into the swing of things! 

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I Can’t Do This

Request: Fantastic as usual sweetie! Anywho, if you’re still excepting requests, I was wondering if you’d be willing to do a part 2 of “I Do…Not” where you and Newt have parted ways and, once he realized you were right, he finds you happily engaged/married? Angsty for everyone who loves the dear, but he can’t win EVERY time

Word Count: 2,506

Pairing: Newt x Reader

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Tag List: @gemininomad @dont-give-a-bother@red-roses-and-stories @myrtus-amongst-the-stars @heneed-somemilk @caseoffics @fangirlingandcrying @ryeosomnia @eleanorjordan @toomanyfandoms109@jackdawsonsgrl @hmltntrsh51 @Xxladyalicexx


Leta stands in the doorway, eyes wide as she takes in your joined hands, Newt’s parted lips, the lack of space between the two of you. “What are you two doing?”

You fall to the side as Newt rips his hand back and steps away from you. “Leta. Nothing. We were just speaking.”

“Newt.” You grab his arm, regaining your balance before you reply. “Don’t bother with her. She’s the one at fault.”

Leta scowls at you. “I’m not the jealous one trying to steal a husband.” Her eyes very pointedly land on the hand clutching onto Newt’s bicep.

You flush and drop it to your side. “I’m not trying to steal Newt. I’m trying to save him from life with a wench like you.”

Her glare turns to ice. “Wench? Really? Says the little girl that can’t get over her elementary crush.”

You want to scream as your ears heat up. “I don’t have a crush on Newt. I just want what’s best for him. Unlike you.”

“He’s my husband. How would you want any better for him than I do?”

“I don’t know, oh wait, that’s right.” You cock your head, meeting her challenge. “I’m not a cheating, lying bitch.”

You hurl the words at her knowing even as you say them that it won’t matter. Newt is a lost cause.

He proves it by grabbing your arm. “Stop that.”

You don’t turn to him, still staring Leta down. “Stop trying to protect you?”

“We’re not at Hogwarts anymore. I don’t need your help.”

“You obviously do.”

“No.” He says, voice cold. “I don’t.”

You stiffen, slowly spinning to meet his stony gaze. “You don’t need my help?”

“No.”

“Do you even think you need me anymore, Newt, or am I completely expendable now that you have her?”

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Timing - Eleventh Doctor X Reader

Requested: Yes

Warnings: Minor language

Summary: The Doctor (Eleven) is tries to get the confidence to tell the reader how he feels, but she takes the opportunity to get lost in the Tardis.

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Giving oneself a pep-talk was much more difficult than it seemed, and unfortunately, the Doctor was learning it first hand.

For the thousandth time that evening, he banged his head against the library wall. “You can do this,” he muttered to himself. “Its just Y/N.”

Actually, that was the exact problem. Every time he even thought about her lately, he couldn’t help but feel… Funny. It was only recently he faced the facts and figured out what exactly that funny feeling was.

Love.

Head over heels in love. He tried not to let it happen, but here he was now, banging his head against a wall while she was in her room, probably texting some human boy that was much more handsome than himself with cooler bowties.

And damn, he really was in trouble now, wasn’t he?

“You’re a Time Lord, you shouldn’t have to deal with this.” He kept on muttering to himself, hoping to calm himself down. It wasn’t working.

“You’re going to do this,” he said, trying to raise his hopes. “You are the last Time Lord of Galifrey, and you are going to tell that girl how you feel.”

He stood back from the wall and took a deep breath, leaving the library. He could feel his confidence wavering as he got to her door and knocked. And when she didn’t answer, it came close to crumbling. He shook off the doubt and cleared his throat.

“Y/N? Are you in there? I need to… Talk to you.”

I sound like an idiot, don’t I?He thought.

When he got no reply, he said louder: “Y/N?”

He furrowed his brow before heading off to the console room She must be there instead.

But she wasn’t. She wasn’t in there, and the confidence he was had fell into a panicy mess. Quickly, he began a scan of the ship, looking for life forms. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw what was surely her appear on the map.

Why in the world was she so deep in the Tardis? he thought. She was so far back, how did she even get there?

Whatever the reason, the Doctor knew he had to go after her.

So, he weaved in and out of the Tardis halls, making left turns then right turns and lefts again and rights again… When he felt he was drawing close to where she was, he began to call out her name.

“Y/N!” he shouted, over and over. It wasn’t long until his cries became more panicky when he was answered with silence.

He gave another desperate yell, louder than any pervious. This time, he received a small reply:

“Doctor?”

He breathed a sigh of relief, straining to hear her. He ran in the direction he thought it was from.

He rounded the corner, and grinned. Y/N was standing there with wide eyes, and he ran forward to pull her in his arms. He held her tightly and felt her smile.

Pulling back, he placed his hands on her shoulders and looked at her face. “What happened?”

She looked at him sheepishly. “I got lost.”

“Well, you had me worried sick,” he said. “A on top of that, you have absolutely the worst timing ever.”

She furrowed her brow in what the Doctor would consider a very cute way. “What do you mean?”

He took a deep breath. “I mean it took me all day to build up the courage to do this.”

He pressed his lips to hers, and after the initial surprise, she melted into it before breaking away to breathe. The pair grinned at each other, faces red as the Doctor fidgeted a bit.

“Well,” Y/N said, smiling ear from ear. “If you still have the courage, I wouldn’t mind doing that again.”

From Paris, With Love

Genre: Fluff?? Angst??

Characters: Jung Jaehyun x Reader

Warning/s: Some smut mentioned *blushes* and cursing.

A/N: Okay, I’m not sure what this is? This isn’t a request, but it’s been sitting in my computer for a while. I have a happier version of this, but I liked how the angst turned out to be. Anyways! Enjoy our lovely Jung Jaehyun! ❤︎

Originally posted by neotechs


Y/N has no idea what she’s doing in Paris right now.

Sure, Taeyong invited her as his childhood friend, but he was never aware of her unrequited love for him. He thinks that Y/N sees him as her older brother, but it is far from that.

Paris is the best location for sweet weddings, but it’s not fair for those who have no one to love. It’s called the city of love for a reason. Everywhere she looks, the couples are clinging onto each other like they couldn’t in South Korea.

Last night’s wedding bummed her out big time, and now, she’s in the hotel’s restaurant catching up with her food intake.

She got painfully drunk last night, that she actually ended up in someone else’s room.

And she was bare naked, too.

She groans as she remembers. Who in this beautiful city did I sleep with last night? The guy was actually taking a shower when she had woken up, and she shuffled her way out this morning to escape the embarrassment. She remembers the voice calling for her though, yet she didn’t turn around to take a good look at him.

“Hello,” a tall guy wearing jeans and a plain tee greets her with an adorable smile. “May I sit here?”

She nods, unable to say anything. That voice sounds way too familiar…

She peeks on the guy’s collarbone and finds a purpling mark that he is obviously trying to hide.

“Why did you run away this morning?” The male whispers lowly, sending chills down her spine.

I’m screwed.

“My name’s Jaehyun, by the way, in case you forgot,” he eats some of Y/N’s breakfast that she doesn’t touch anymore. “My real name’s Yoonoh, but whatever floats your boat.”

Y/N cannot believe her eyes. How did we end up having sex last night?

“We were both drunk as fuck,” Jaehyun informs her as she begins to look conflicted.

“You look lonely,” a tipsy Y/N elbowed the drinking Jaehyun beside her.

“My girlfriend just dumped me over the phone, then I heard a guy’s voice,”

“Maybe it’s her dad?”

“Telling her to come back to bed?” Jaehyun chuckled as Y/N frowned after hearing the next line.

“Well, she’s bullshit!” Y/N continued drinking her tequila, and then the loud music jammed throughout the venue.

“Come on, big boy, let’s dance!”

And so she pulled the unwilling Jaehyun on the dance floor. Right after she saw Taeyong and the bride’s sensual dance moves, she stopped moving and slumped despite her bleary eyesight.

Jaehyun noticed and turned to where Y/N was looking at.

“Hey,” Jaehyun tried to get her attention, but she was focused to the newlyweds’ erotic dance. Out of nowhere, he grabbed her face and passionately took the breath out of her.

“Make me forget about it,” Y/N pleaded as she tightly embraced his waist.

They abandoned the rest of the party, giving in to their deepest desires in bliss.

“I’m an embarrassing human being,” Y/N hides her face.

“You’re not,” Jaehyun disagrees. “You’re actually pretty good. If you weren’t, I wouldn’t have this hickey.” Jaehyun lowers his collar a bit.

“How can you remember? I can’t even remember a single thing!” Y/N mutters.

“Do you want me to remind you?” He leans into her ear and whispers.

“Shut up,” she whines as she bangs her head on the table.

“Shut it, sweetheart. Now, finish your food because we’re going to the Eiffel Tower today!” Jaehyun announces ecstatically.

“Said who?”

“I did! And it’s a date.”


Y/N promised to stay in touch with Jaehyun after that wonderful date around Champs-Élysées.  They took pictures, they held hands, they kissed, and they had a repeat performance of the previous night’s rendezvous.

Poor Jaehyun for holding on to her empty promises.

He receives no call from Y/N, even after five days of their return to Seoul. He could ask Taeyong, but it appears so that the female does not want to see him, nor does she want to involve herself with.

Still, it makes Jaehyun incredibly lonesome.

“Cheer up, hyung,” Mark pats his back before he prepares to go to university.

“Maybe I should go out now. I don’t think moping would be of any help.” He’s usually so cheery, but because of one girl who does not want to keep in touch after two amazing nights (at least to Jaehyun, it is), he is in a funk.

“Yeah, just go to Ten hyung’s bash later, hyung. I wish I can go, but I need to worry about my future.” Mark grumbles before tugging on his backpack and leaving their apartment.

So Jaehyun does go to Ten’s party, and it may have only consisted of some friends, which includes Taeyong and his new wife.

“Hey, Ten, I hope you don’t mind but I invited someone,” Taeyong sheepishly informs, his hands on his wife, Yerin.

“No problem, hyung! The more, the merrier! What’s your friend’s name?”

Jaehyun somehow wishes that Y/N’s name will come out of Taeyong’s mouth. He hopes that she will appear in front of Ten’s door, and she will see how miserable she has made Jaehyun by not reaching out to him.

“Her name’s Jennie,” Jaehyun downs his beer to hide his dissatisfaction.

“Sounds like a girl,” Yuta points out as he gets himself some chips.

“Because she is, stupid,” his girlfriend, Sorn, hits his head. Yuta groans in pain and asks for Sorn’s unneeded forgiveness, but she lets him anyway. That’s how nauseating they are.

Or maybe Jaehyun is just bitter.

“Ten, Jen says she’s here. Let me open the door.” Taeyong rushes to the main door of Ten’s house and opens it to reveal a tall brunette female along with a blonde one beside her.

“Hi, oppa,” Jennie greets Taeyong with a hug. “I hope you don’t mind, I brought some friends. This is Lisa, and I thought Ten and Yuta’s girlfriend would like to meet her because she’s Thai as well.”

Lisa and Ten both exchange pleasantries in their own language, and Ten’s smile has been worn since he saw her.

“Oh, and another friend came by. I finally forced her to come with us since she doesn’t want to leave the house since we came back from Paris,” Jennie fills in some information, but Jaehyun decides to drown it out. He does not expect to see Y/N anymore. “She’s just parking across the street.”

Taeyong smiles at the last friend’s appearance.

“Y/N, you finally came out of your hellhole!” Taeyong exclaims as he tackles the female with a hug.

And Jaehyun almost spits out the alcohol. Suddenly, he’s sober and all traces of his tipsiness is gone.

He turns his face away from the said female, hoping that she wouldn’t notice him. He may have expected her to come, but he hasn’t thought of what to say to her. Suddenly, all the questions in his mind are erased from him.

He misses her face, though. He traced her featured during the second night after she fell asleep, hoping that even if she leaves the next morning, he will remember the contours of her face, the high rise of her cheekbones, her dimples, and her wide eyes.

He remembers it surreally, and he so much wants to catch a glimpse of it once again.

Giving in to the temptation, Jaehyun decides to take just a little peek of her, and to his grimace, she is looking right back at her.

She looks utterly surprised, but relief is visible through her features. Jaehyun sees that her fists are balled, knuckles already turning white. Jaehyun looks away, once again feeling bitter after she completely cut him off after promising that she wouldn’t.

Don’t waver, Jung Jaehyun. Don’t.

The night goes on like that, with him stealing glances at Y/N and Y/N doing the same, and whenever their gazes meet, Jaehyun always turns away first.

It’s a cycle so cruel, but Jaehyun wants to make her feel how he did.

Jaehyun escapes the stuffy house. Yuta and Sorn are already drunk, but they’re the same as when they are not. They’re still overly cheesy and unnecessarily touchy. Ten is as well, flirting with the quiet newbie Lisa, who is now sleeping on his shoulder. Jennie is the only one sober, as she is assigned to drive home.

Y/N is nowhere to be found.

Jaehyun later finds her sitting on Ten’s yard, staring up at the night sky. She does not notice the intrusion of another person.

“Ah…” she slurs, pointing to the sky. “I hate myself.”

Jaehyun assumes that she’s intoxicated as well by the way she is speaking to herself.

“Because of your silly fears, you lost the chance with an amazing guy, Y/N,” she giggles to herself and chugs down the contents of her bottle. “He must hate me so much.”

Jaehyun decides not to speak, wanting to hear how she feels.

“I miss Jaehyun,” she suddenly sobs. “Moon, how come he doesn’t want to look at me? I pushed him away, right? Did he hate me because of that? I was afraid that it maybe something he doesn’t want to happen. Maybe it was only the sex that he liked, and I was afraid because I felt something special between us.”

Jaehyun suddenly feels relief wash his senses.

“Stars, can I have one wish, even if I’m selfish?” She does not receive an answer of course. “I wish Jaehyun won’t hate me anymore. I don’t know if I can explain this to him, but I really, really like him. Do you think he feels the same?”

“I don’t think the stars know the answer to that question,” Jaehyun finally makes his presence known, and in a flash, Y/N turns her head to him. “Only I know it.”

“You’re here,” she smiles, staying at where she’s seated in case he doesn’t want her to go to him.

“I was only waiting for you, Y/N,” Jaehyun sits beside her, taking ahold of her beer. “I would’ve understand, and it would’ve saved us a lot of heartbreak if you decided to confirm it with me first.”

Y/N remains silent, knowing that Jaehyun is right.

“I like you too, Y/N,” Jaehyun holds her face between his hands, in joy to finally touch her beauty. “Much more than you think. I can’t forget about you, and I didn’t want to. Those nights weren’t just usual nights for me, but what I felt when we were together was something that I’ve never felt before.”

Y/N smiles, then sobs afterwards and falls to his chest.

“What’s wrong, baby?” Jaehyun hushes her and holds her close.

“I’m sorry,” Y/N apologizes.

“It’s okay now, baby,” Jaehyun kisses the hollow of her temple. “I’m here now. We’re okay.”