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Tantalizing: 03

Originally posted by jikookfantasy

Tantalizing: 01 02 03 04 05 06 07
Ship: Jungkook | Reader
Description: Back in high school, you were nothing more than a nerd Jungkook wanted to deflower, to get a good fuck from. When he sees you at the club, though, things have changed drastically, and his dominance starts to teeter on the edge.
Warning: Sub!Jungkook, Sex Toy, Masturbation, Handjob, Oral, Degrading Names, Film, Exhibitionism, Blindfold, Hair Pulling
Word Count: 7,243

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Judgey and English

Originally posted by alinok

A/N: Okay this one is reeeeally long but i got carried away and I didn’t want any part of the request to get missed out because I tried to squish it into less than 2000 words

Request:  could I maybe request an imagine where the reader is new and she moves to riverdale from England and she starts off as a waitress at pops and befriends Jughead because she’s all little and sassy and sarcastic. Then maybe she could become a river vixen and reggie and the football team all take an interest and juggy gets all jelly because he’s developed a subconscious crush on her 

Word Count: 3,249 (god.damn.)

Warnings: Bad pick up lines, some brief angst

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harrehlouyah  asked:

Just curious if you did a break down of ESNY lyrics. id like to see your take on it.

I haven’t, but howbow now?

A lot of fans think Ever Since New York is about that unholiest of fauxmances, Haylor, since the primary stuntin’ took place in NYC. Listening to the lyrics, I agree with that.

Picture it: NYC, December 2012. 1D is at a career high, having played to a sold out Madison Square Garden crowd. This level of hotness must have smelled like blood in the water to fake ass fame vampire, Taylor Swift and her team. So commence fakelationship stuntin’!

I’ll show you what skeeved me out the most. The hotel ho strolls:

They’d make sure to pap Harry coming and going so that fans would infer that the s-e-x must have surely taken place. Classy. This is how music is marketed. Why God?


Meanwhile, all this fakery was apparently taking a toll on Louis:

And the Elounor awkwardness was later mocked by Grimmy:

And it only got worse from there. By New Year’s Eve, Tay Tay was reveling in this Times Square look-at-me spectacle:

Harry, not so much:

This was the point where 1DHQ really dug in with the closeting. Payzer 2.0 launched December 2012, too. Not a coincidence. This is where reality must have really set in. And this is just based on what we can piece together. God only knows what kinds of conversations took place bts to put all this in place. But I can imagine it was dehumanizing and demoralizing. Aggressive hetero stuntin’ would become the new normal for 1D.

So that’s the kind of stuff that would’ve influenced ESNY. It’s easy to understand why he still feels some type of way about it.

Harry:

Tell me something, tell me something
You don’t know nothing, just pretend you do
I need something, so tell me something new
Choose your words ‘cause there’s no antidote
For this curse or what’s it waiting for
Must desert you just before you go

Harry is my people because he comes out the gate swinging. I’m guessing this first verse is directed at Taylor. Being older and having been in the business longer, Harry is looking to her to make him understand why this needs to happen. He wants her to help him make peace with it. But Taylor is the monster showbiz created. She has no wisdom to offer. So Harry is left grappling with this closeting, which feels like a curse. And “must desert you before you go” feels like a reference to the end of Haylor, where she played the role of good girl who got dumped…again.

There she is alone on a boat…deserted. This is what had to happen before she could go for good. It’s a reference to the fakery–knowing how things will play out before they even happen.

Oh, tell me something I don’t already know
Oh, tell me something I don’t already know

Again, Harry’s desperate for something more profound. I’m sure his team was telling him this was good for him, that it was in his best interests personally and professionally. But Harry isn’t really buying it.

Brooklyn saw me, empty avenues
There’s no water inside this swimming pool
Almost over, that’s enough from you
I’ve been praying, I never did before
Understand I’m talking to the walls
And I’ve been praying ever since New York

Harry was able to venture out into the boroughs, unbothered. But in Manhattan? It was lights, cameras, stunt time! And Haylor is like a empty swimming pool: an artifice without purpose. Just like a pool needs water to fulfill its purpose, a relationship needs a real emotional bond to fulfill its purpose. And of course, there wasn’t one. Harry’s counting the days until Taylor sails her fraudulent ass away on that boat. Enough! Same Harry. Same. These are trying times and Harry’s literally praying his way through it–searching for strength where he hadn’t looked before. That’s how profoundly hurtful this experience is for him And he’s been praying ever since. We know why.

Enemies PT. 4 (Smut)

Words: 2266

Warning: Smut

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A/N: Sorry the waiting, I was busy with school. Thats the final part, enjoy it and thank you ^^ 

(Y/F/N: Your friends name)

Enemies Pt 1. (smut) l Enemies PT. 2 (smut) l Enemies Pt. 3


“Well, there’s nothing I can do about it, Jungkook. I’m not yours” you said and tried to break free from him.

 He pulled you back, holding your hands against his chest as he pressed his body against yours and looked into your eyes.

 “Would you want to be?” he asked.


 You woke for one more day. Shit. You could not believe the night before. Had you dreamed? No… it was too real to be a dream. I’m such a stupid, you thought. You should have come back to Jimin, should have enjoyed the night with him, but you didn’t. Instead, you excused yourself, apologized and left. Just this way. You left. You looked at your cellphone, three lost calls and a message from your friend.

 Why aren’t you calling me back? If you’re this tired not to answer me, I suppose the rumors are true

  Y/F/N (7 a.m)

 What? What rumors was she talking about? And what a nice way to wake up. You decided not to call her back since you would see her in school soon, so you just got dressed and made your way towards the school. Once you got there, you immediately felt something different. Maybe you were wrong, but you could feel stares at you. People whispering and looking at you. No… must be my impression.

 Suddenly, something pushed you against the corner.

 “Hey you crazy! Why didn’t you tell me? I mean, I was busy with my prom-match but you could have called my anytime” she said. What the hell was she saying?

 “Y/F/N, I don’t know what you are talking about. However, what rumors were you saying?” you asked. She looked at you and furrowed her eyebrows. So did you at her reaction.

 “Huh, don’t lie to me, I’m your best friend” she said, “so how was it? How was it to fuck Jimin, huh? Good enough to make you forget about Jungkook?”

 That moment the world stopped. To fuck Jimin? You hadn’t… had you? No, you went home! So why was she saying that?

 “I didn’t fuck him. Cheesus where does it came from?”

 She looked at you, now her stare was kinda scared.

“Hum… you didn’t? Well… this…oh my god. Y/N, listen. People are saying Jimin took you to his place after the party and, well, you know. Actually, he did say it. I don’t agree that he did spread it but-“

“What? What the heck, Y/F/N, he did not do any of this! You said he is spreading? No, he is not. Jimin is not like that. Someone else must have said this shit”

The moment those words left your mouth, your mind immediately flew to Jungkook. What if he heard that too? What would he think? Anger started to build up inside you. But you couldn’t believe that. Jimin? Cute Jimin?

 “I’m gonna talk to him” you said and left. He was there, resting his back against his locker, laughing out loud with his friends.

 “Hey, Jimin!” you yelled.

 “Hey, Mrs. Park. How are you today?” he said cockily while his friends scanned you up and down, opening his arms for you. What?

“What the hell, Jimin? What is that people are saying? Why are you calling me like this?” You said.

 “That? Ah. You mean, our night?” he laughed.

 “The fuck? Why did you spread that? For fuck sakes, you’re such an asshole, how haven’t I heard shit about you before?”

 “Come here” he said, pulling you aside, alone. You looked around, people were staring at you both, at him taking you.

 “Let me go. Start talking” you said, angrily.

 “You think I’m stupid? I saw you and Jungkook last night” he said, “I’m not an idiot, how come you were with me, and left for him?”

 Fuck.

“We didn’t do anything! Even if we had…” you said.

“You think I’m a jerk? Maybe I’m, but you are just a slut who likes to hook up around. Now deal with that” he said and left before you could answer.

The world stopped. Did he call you a slut? You? Tears came up. You knew rumors fly. But no one likes to be seen as a hoe. And if that was the image he was sharing about you… The worst was what you were thinking. Whom you were thinking about. Jungkook.

 The bell rang and you had to go to the classroom. You didn’t want to. You didn’t want to face him. The moment you entered into the room, you could say the atmosphere changed. Maybe you were wrong and your mind was just fucked up already, but yeah.

 There he was. Sitting on his usual seat. You did sit beside him, purposely, but he didn’t even look at you. He didn’t talk to you. He didn’t mention the night before. Maybe you were right and he was joking around with you all the time. Or maybe he had heard.

 Time was passing and you were getting nervous. You needed to go home. Ok, it was just a rumor, rumors die sometime, but…you just weren’t ready. The moment the bell rang, you ran to the bathroom. You waited for the people to get into class, and when you were sure the hallway was empty, you went downstairs. You did regret that, because Jungkook was there.

 Closed eyes, back resting against the wall. You stopped for a second, just scanning him. He seemed to be thinking, not tired. He heard your steps and opened his eyes. You both stayed there, staring at each other.

 “Aren’t you supposed to be in class?” you said, now looking down.

 “Aren’t you?” he said dryly.

Ok, something was wrong.

 “Yeah, but…I need time. I’m skipping class, going home. You?”

 “I need time. Not skipping class, not going home” he answered.

 “I see. Have you…” you breathed heavily, “have you heard?”

 “Have I heard what? That you fucked with Jimin? Oh yeah, I have” he said simply.

There it was. He heard and now he probably thought you were a slut too. Maybe he always did and that’s why he decided to fuck you. Because you were easy for him.

 “You believe it?”

 “Does it matter? Do you care?” he said, “Gotta go class. See ya around” he said and left, don’t even letting you answer.

 You ran out the school, tears burning your inside, but you wouldn’t let them fall down. No.

 When you arrived home, you changed your clothes, put on a hoodie pants and simple shirt and let yourself fall onto your bed. Shit, how did everything go wrong so fast? You didn’t even realize. Your head were getting full of thoughts, and before you could see, you fell asleep.


You woke up as your cellphone buzzed. You looked at your window. Is it already night? You had an unread text. From… Jungkook. What?

  Open your window. I’ll be there in two.

           Jungkook (8 pm)

Damn! What? He would be there? Where? For what?

You were feeling so much things that moment, happiness, fear… What if he was there to end up all that?  

 You couldn’t take your thoughts any longer because there he was, knocking on your window, asking for you to open it. You froze for a little sec to check him out. That jacket with that white shirt… these pants… urgh!

  You opened the window and he got in your room. There you were. Once again, standing, looking at each other without saying a word. No noises. Just silence. He was the first to break it.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“No”

 “I had never thought you were the kind of girl who cares about bullshit people say” he said kinda disappointed. I don’t, I care about you.

 “I don’t care” you said harshly.

  “So what’s the problem? Rumors end up someday” he said. You know what? Fuck it.

“You. You are the problem” you said. He furrowed his eyebrows at your answer.

 “What did I do?” he said, but you could say he was being cocky. He wanted you to say it. He wanted you to admit the way he did.

 “I cared about you. I do. I didn’t want you to think that I’m a slut like everybody else is” you replied. You walked to your bedroom and did sit. He sat beside you. He was staring at you.

 “I don’t think you are a slut” He said, getting closer. Oh, no. He was there just to fuck you? Because if he was, you would get angry right now and then. He seemed to notice your body tensing up, “I’m not here to fuck your ass off, Y/N. I’m here to make you feel good. I’m here for you. I’m not gonna say that I actually love you, but I didn’t lie. I care about you. I have discovered feelings, and I want to explore it” he said.

 He had fucked you already. If it was his only intention, he could’ve left you. If he was there, maybe it meant he really did care. You could get hurt, yes. But you could be happy too. You just had to try.

 “Same” you said.

“What?”

“I understand you, because me too. I’ve discovered feelings for you as well. I’m just afraid that you will hurt me…” you said.

 “No, no. Y/N. I’m not gonna hurt you, neither will I let anyone. Just trust me” he said and pulled you to him, hugging you. You looked up and scanned his face. His pink lips, that beautiful hair you loved to pull.

“You want to make me feel better?” you asked.

 “Yes, Y/N, just tell me how” he said quickly.

 “Then make love to me” you said. He stared at you, hesitating.

 “You sure? I don’t want you to think that I’m here to fuck you”

 “Kiss me and you’ll be sure” you answered. He didn’t need to be told twice. His lips found yours, fitting yours immediately. The kiss wasn’t rough, wasn’t hungry. It was passionate. Your hands flew to his hair, pulling at it. His tongue finally found yours, dancing and caressing it, the sensation making you melt. His hand started to caress your leg, his touch sending you shiver.

 “Lay down. Strip. I wanna admire your body” he said. Normally, you would be shy. But you couldn’t. Not now. You did take off your clothes, and so did he. You both were naked. You had seen his body before, of course, but once your eyes found his perfect abs, his cock asking to be touched, to get hard, your mouth watered as if it was the first time.

 He placed himself between your legs, letting his length touch your pussy, but not pushing in. He kissed you again, but soon his lips left your lips and started playing with your neck, massaging your skin with his tongue. Damn, his touch felt so damn good. One of his hands started touching your boobs, playing with your nipple, soon his fingertips found your clit. It was enough to have you wet.

 “Damn, Y/N” he whispered. His mouth was now sucking your breast, his index finger almost entering into you. You whined, and he finally pushed in. Fuck. That felt fucking good. He started to pump it in and out, slowly, teasing you.

 “Jungkook, please” you begged.

“I missed it. I missed to feel your warm pussy” he said, his dirty talk always making you wetter, “Damn, I need to be inside you right now”

 “So give your dick what it wants. Fuck me” you whispered. He did fix himself, putting his head at your entrance, and pushed in. He didn’t move.

 “Move”

“Don’t. Fuck, your walls feel so good” he groaned and soon started moving. His thrusts were slow, a tease, his dick stretching you. His pace was getting faster; he lowered himself and found the gap between your neck and shoulder, biting it, adding pleasure. He started groaning, the sound of his pleasured voice making you go to the edge.

 “Oh, fuck. Please let me ride you” you said. He rolled over, pulling you on top. You started moving up and down immediately, your boobs bouncing and he did grab it. He squeezed your nipples, soon one of his hands added pleasure at your clit.

 “Shit, Jungkook”

 “I know how you like it. I know how you like to feel my cock on this tight pussy of yours” he said. Ah… that was feeling so good. You missed him. His touch. His cock. His sex. Your skin started to hit against each other, the noise making you both go crazy.

 You started to feel your walls clenching around him. Once he felt it too, his climax got closer and closer. It didn’t take long for him to come, and when you felt his cum exploring your inside, you couldn’t hold it back anymore; you came around him, calling his name.

  You laid beside him, and looked at him. He looked back, and once again, you stayed there, in silence. No noises. No talking. Just the sound of your breath. He was the first to break the silence.

 “You ok?” he asked.

“I’ll be better if you stay” you said, smiling at him. He smiled back, that gorgeous smile making you feel happy, somehow

“Well, you owe me an answer” he pointed.

 “What? I don’t. I just said I wasn’t yours Kookie” you said, chuckling, “I don’t recall any questions”

“So, let me ask you once again” he said and got closer, his forehead touching yours, his lips touching yours.

 “Would you want to be?”

anonymous asked:

would u write a little bob/alicia thing based on those types of stories you hear where the husband gets really drunk and whenever someone hits on him or his friends try to get him undressed for bed he's like "NO i have a wife stop it"

Bob is drunk. 

Sloppy and loud and flanked on either side by Paulie and Carey as they try and guide him down the hallway to his hotel room. 

Alicia walks a few steps behind them, a little tipsy but but holding her own, and carrying one of Bob’s shoes and his tie draped loosely around her neck. 

They had been out celebrating the win and Bob’s third hat trick of the season. The fifteenth of his career. 

He might have gone a little overboard but they don’t have a game for another three days so he has time to sleep it off. 

“We had them completely turned around,” he slurred, mixing French and English together in the short sentence. “They didn’t know what was going on. Did you see that last goal?”

“Everyone saw your last goal, Bob. They showed it hundreds of times.”

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in a fashion

he tian x mo guan shan one-shot

tags: swearing, kissing (you know the game they play), set in the future, he tian and guan shan live together in domestic bliss (ha)

synopsismy train was delayed yesterday and i was bored and don’t know what this is but enjoy?


‘Someone’s been baking,’ He Tian says, pleased, tasting sugar and rosemary on Guan Shan’s lips. The apartment smells warm and sweet, a new version of home that is crafting itself out of sense, though the space is unchanged but for the suitcase at the bottom of He Tian’s wardrobe, the cooking appliances starting to fill the kitchen surface, and Guan Shan, stretched out on the sofa and flicking through a magazine.

‘Get off me,’ Guan Shan says, head turned, the kiss broken, hands a pressure on He Tian’s chest, nails pressing into the white shirt. ‘You stink of cigarettes.’

‘People at work were smoking,’ He Tian says. ‘It’s not from me.’  But he pulls away, slightly stung, unfolding himself from where he’d rested a knee and a hand on the sofa, curved himself around Guan Shan’s repose.

He’d promised he’d give it up for his health, but Guan Shan must know it’s easier said than done; he knows He Tian holds a cigarette bracketed between his fingers like a compact life-line. Something to wrap his lips around in lieu of letting words slip from his mouth.  

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As Usual

Fandom: WWE

Pairing: Baron Corbin/Unnamed OFC

Rating: Holy shit M.

AN: Business!Baron, what’s not to love? Tagging our usual suspects of @tox-moxley and @oraclegazes, as well as the head of the Baron’s Bitches Pack, @writergrrrl29 and but of course it would not be Thirst Party Saturday without our Steerforth, @hardcorewwetrash! Enjoy!


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#TotallyPlatonic

Thanks to @doctor-molly-hooper-holmes for her hashtag :-)

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“You know what I want.”

Molly’s grinning at him from the other end of the sofa.

“Come on, Sherlock!” she coos, poking him with her bare foot. “I told you: you know what I want…”

“No,” he says crisply, turning his attention back to his copy of Pathology Today. “I don’t feel like it.”

Molly and her Feminine Wiles will not be indulged, he tells himself. Not tonight.

He must put his foot down, or all is lost.  

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Suddenly I See You: Ch. 8

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

A/N: There isn’t much I can say for this, except brace yourself. It almost feels like a filler chapter, but I can promise you it’s not. It’s the nail in the coffin that’s important for the last two chapters and for the final decision. Still silently praying this doesn’t disappoint. Much Love, Jenn

Genre: Mino x Reader, Zico x Reader

Words: 7512

Disclaimer: As always, any gifs used are not mine and belong to their rightful owners!!

For the first time you woke up without fear of running late to class and without panic from a nightmare. The worry of going through your day and disappointing one person or another. A smile stretched across your face as your arms extended back into the pillows. A scent you’d now grown accustom to enveloping you in comfort, as your eyes opened to adjust to the sunlit room.

You glanced over the side of the bed to look for Zico only to find he wasn’t there. His pillow and blankets reminiscent of a body that laid beside you throughout the night.

You moved to sit up and slide off the bed. Your feet carrying you over to the long mirror he’d placed in the corner to catch a glimpse of yourself. It wasn’t the reflection you’d hope to find. Your face puffy and hair a mess. Your hands flew up to try and smooth it down when you heard the door begin to open. You ran back to the bed and jumped on it, grabbing the bed sheet just as Zico walked into the room. His lips in an amused smirk as you wrapped the blanket around yourself like E.T.

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AHS Hotel: User & Abuser

Tristan Duffy, James March x Reader

Word Count: 2128

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Today is your boyfriend, Tristan’s runway modeling gig. It is held by the infamous Will Drake at the Hotel Cortez in downtown Los Angeles. You didn’t go with Tristan to most of his gigs, but you had the day off of work and not to mention, an overnight stay here is free thanks to Will Drake. 

Another reason was because you didn’t trust Tristan. He gained a terrible habit of doing drugs at his gigs and you wanted to be there to make sure he doesn’t. But who knows, Tristan always finds a way. You even tried to convince him to go to rehab in the past but every time you brought it up, he would get defensive.

You know you deserve better and your friends are always telling you to leave him, but you just can’t let go. The both of you have gone through so much together. Good and bad.

There was even a dark time when Tristan has hit you when the both of you got in a heated argument while being heavily intoxicated. He was too drunk to fully realize it, so you just cried yourself to sleep. Being sober the following morning, Tristan apologized and promised it wouldn’t happen again.


“Tristan, you’re on in 10!” The backstage crew member shouted to Tristan as he was walking past him. He was all over the place trying to stay organized, telling models when they were up next. The plan is for Tristan to make an appearance 4 times throughout the show in 4 different outfits.

“Yup!” Tristan replied while sitting in front of the vanity mirror. There was a hairstylist doing last minute touches on his hair. You were standing next to Tristan, putting your hand on his shoulder. “Babe, can you not? I don’t want you in my personal space right now.” Tristan says, moving his shoulder away from you. He’s been such a diva all day and you just went along with it.

“Okay. Whatever.” You let out a sigh, then went to sit on a chair about 5 feet away from him, pulling out your smartphone to keep yourself occupied.

6 minutes later you go to use the bathroom.

Once you come back, you see Tristan quickly snort a line of white powder on his vanity. Your eyes raging with anger, you push Tristan on the back. “What the hell, Tristan?!” 

Tristan rolls his eyes. 

“Tristan Duffy, let’s go! You’re up after Lawrence and Stacy.” The backstage crew member grabs him by the arm to his place. Tristan doesn’t even say a word to you.

“What the fuck?!” Being so angry and disappointed with your boyfriend, you chose not to rush to sit front row to watch him do his thing on the catwalk. Instead, you go to the bar upstairs. 

Because of the fashion event going on in the lobby, the bar is pretty much empty. You see the bartender who’s tall and slim with a bald head, wearing green eye shadow and thick eye liner. Sitting at the bar, you see a pale man with dark brown hair and a modern day Gomez Addams mustache. He is also dressed to the nines in a dark blue suit.

You sit one chair away from him. The bartender walks over to you and asks, “I’m Liz. What’ll you be having, hun?”

“Just make me the strongest drink you can make.” You respond.

“You got it.” Liz starts on making your drink.

“This one’s on me, dear.” The man tells Liz and then looks at you. He moves to sit on the stool next you and puts his hand out for you to shake. “I’m James. James Patrick March.”

“Y/N.” You put your hand to shake his back, but instead, he grabs your hand to kiss your knuckles. Wow. You can’t remember the last time Tristan ever did that to you. “The way you’re dressed, you look like you should be joining the fashion show downstairs.”

James looks up, opening his mouth, letting teeth show. His eyes wide as he responds with, “Ah, yes.” He pauses, then looks back at you. “That sort of festivity is not to my liking. May I ask why are you not attending such occasion?” He had a really strong tone of voice and sounds straight out of an old movie, similar to Clark Gable. Whereas your boyfriend talks more like Rob Kardashian. This man is definitely classy.

“Well, my boyfriend is in the show. But, he really pissed me off beforehand and I can’t even look at him in the face right now. So. Here I am.” You let out a fake laugh. Liz hands you your drink and you take a sip. “The next one’s on me, James.”

“Oh no. Have anything you like, dear. This is my hotel.” With drink in one hand, he puts both of his arms out, being proud to show off his hotel.

“Wow this is your hotel? Tell me all about it.” You are very opened to hearing anything this nice man has to say about his hotel. For once, a man (especially a good looking man) cares to have a decent conversation with you while being very passionate about it. You didn’t want to compare a stranger to your boyfriend, but whenever you sit down with Tristan at the dinner table, he’s always on his damn phone looking through social media instead of talking to you. You really hated how technology has so much control over people nowadays.

“Splendid!” James says in excitement. “Come. Let’s sit.” James nods his head, then puts the hand that’s holding his drink to point at the table nearby.

The table you chose to sit at has a perfect view of the fashion show. Coincidentally, you see Tristan walk on the white runway. A part of you wishes you could be there to support him, but you’re just so pissed about him resorting to drugs. You thought he wouldn’t do it when you’re around, but Tristan’s a hard person to control.

Two hours pass and during that time, you listened to James fascinate about his hotel and he listened to you rant about your boyfriend. The conversation you were having with him made you forget all about the fashion show. James was being a great listener. He didn’t have much to say about Tristan. Most of the time, he nodded his head and listened while smoking a cigarette. You were so caught up in the conversation that you even told James about the violent drunken fight you had with Tristan before. “A man must never lay a hand on his beloved. Especially if she is beautiful like you, dear.” James looks you directly in the eye, then takes a sip of his drink.

You looked down and smiled. James is such a charming man.

You chugged whatever’s left in your glass and check the time on your phone. “Oh shit. I didn’t even realize we’ve been talking this long.” You look over the lobby, seeing everything getting cleaned up. Rushingly, you put your phone in your bag and stand up. “I should really get going, Tristan’s probably wondering where I’m at.” 

“As they say, time flies when one is having fun.” James grins. 

As he’s still sitting down, you quickly give him a hug. He can smell the aroma of your perfume. “It was nice meeting you, James. Thanks again for the drinks. I had a great time.” You start heading downstairs to the elevator.

James puts out his cigarette and starts slowly walking towards the bar. with his hands behind his back. He’s eyeing you while you’re still in sight. 

Liz notices him right away. “James. She has a boyfriend, remember?”

“Ah yes. From what I have learned, this significant other of hers does not have good intentions. I just know.”


Finally, you reached the floor your suite is in. You unlock the door with your room key and rush in, setting your purse on the floor being worried that Tristan’s been concerned where you’ve been.

You start looking for Tristan. The first thing you see is half of an empty bottle of vodka on the table. Then, you walk in the bedroom and find him snorting another line of whatever drug that is on the nightstand. “Are you serious right now?!” You push Tristan and quickly wipe off whatever’s left on the nightstand with your hand. 

Tristan stands up. “What the hell, babe?!” Instead of being embarrassed about you finding out, he’s pissed that you wasted it.

You stand on your tip toes and push Tristan again. “What the hell is wrong with you?! God dammit, you weren’t even worried about where I’ve been for the past couple of hours?!” 

“Stop fucking pushing me, dude!” Tristan yells, putting his face closer to yours as hes grabbing both of your arms.

“Look at you. You’re pathetic. You should’ve gone to rehab like I said. But no, you’re such a fucking loser!” You let go of his grip and push him again, which fills him with even more anger. You can see his face turn red and his jaw clench. He picks you up and throws on the nearest desk, causing the mirror to break. “Tristan!” You screamed. There’s no way that the people in the halls wouldn’t hear that. While he’s staring at you, he’s huffing and puffing from the strength he used to throw you. Mixing drugs, alcohol and anger is never the best idea.

Your mind is filled with confusion. The man you thought that loves you has really outdone himself this time. He made a promise that he wouldn’t lay a hand on you again. You’re so frightened now and just wished you left him the first time it happened. 

You thought to yourself, who knows what else he’s capable of doing? Not thinking thoroughly in the heat of the moment, you grab one of the broken mirror pieces, run up to Tristan and cut his face with it. “I hate you!” 

“Oh, you do huh?!” Tristan grabs you by the wrist, but right before he has the chance to abuse you again, James appears to stop him, making Tristan let go of your wrist. You ran to the nearest wall and cried. You could’ve sworn that the door was locked behind you. But you didn’t care to question it at this point. You’re just thankful that James is here to save you.

“Who are you?” Tristan still breathing heavily asks.

“It does not matter, dear boy. This is my hotel. And I will not allow you to harm, Miss Y/N.” James does not break eye contact.

You look up to see what’s going on as you’re wiping away your tears with the back of your hand. 

An older woman with red hair, wearing a maid uniform bends down to you, handing you a tissue. As you’re sniffling, you say, “Thank you, uhhhhh.”

“Hazel Evers. But you can call me Miss Evers.” The woman smiles at you as she is getting your hair out of your face.

“Fuck off, man!” Tristan attempts to attack James. James being much stronger than him, pushes Tristan on the bed. You can see the veins popping out of James’ neck from using his strength.

James grabs a gun out of his pocket and shoots Tristan in the head.

Your eyes widen in shock and you get up to rush to Tristan’s body but James stops to hold you. “Oh my god, what did you do?!” You didn’t think a man like James was capable of killing someone. 

“I saved you, dear. I saved you before it was too late.” Something about James’ voice is very calming to you. Still holding you, he grabs a handkerchief from his jacket and wipes away your tears.

Taking you with him, he goes to sit on the couch and lays your head to rest on his lap as you cry. Your head was filling with mixed emotions. Of course, you’re sad that the man you thought you loved is laying there dead. But what if James didn’t show up to save you? Who knows what else Tristan is capable of doing to you. He could’ve easily killed you as well. So much just happened in a short amount of time that all you want to do is lay down and cry.

“Miss Evers!” James turns his head to Miss Evers.

“Yes, Mr. March?!” She answers. Miss Evers seems very loyal to James.

“Would you get Sally to help you rid of this body?”

“Right away, sir! What a glorious stain!” She leaves the room excitedly.

James looks back down on you and caresses your head. “There there, dearest. Never will I hurt you like he did.”

Dear nurse fellow

“Dear night shift fellow nurse from unit B, I’m leaving you this note to courteously ask you to stop using and messing up the drawer I use for patients files and CT scan forms. I’m a new recruit, but I know this drawer belongs to unit A, and you could at least clean after your mess. 

With my best regards,

Lucy Heartfilia, morning shift nurse, unit A”


“Dear Lucy, I would gladly stay in my own unit and mess my own drawers up, but unit A is too clean and cold for me to resist the temptation to give it more soul.

Equally best regards,

Night shift nurse from unit B”

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Six Sentence Sunday (6/11/17)

“Had a bit of a revelation today,” Molly said, interrupting Sherlock’s train of thought as he gazed through the lenses of the microscope.

“I kept wondering and wondering…why I can’t manage to let you go,” she stated calmly, which naturally ended his interest in the sample he’d been studying and turned his stunned gaze to her instead.

“It’s awfully simple once I really thought about it; everything we’ve been through over the years and why my heart keeps coming back to you…over and over and over again,” she explained, her expression noticeably serene and strong.

Sherlock’s heart pounded, because in some way or another he could see what was coming and it frightened him a little to know that his world was about to be turned upside down. She must have seen that, because Molly gave him a smile of affection and understanding as she gently spoke the words of truth that Sherlock anticipated before they left her lips.

“It’s because you can’t let me go either.”

Jay Park - Unspoken Rule Pt. 2

Part 1

Originally posted by andupinda

“Dude, just hire her as a photographer if you want to see her again so badly,” Gray said with an amused chuckle.



“What?” Jay snapped out of his thoughts and turned his head to his friend who was grinning at him widely. He was so lost in his thoughts he hadn’t even realized that someone was talking to him.

“You’ve been staring at the wall for the past ten minutes without saying a thing,” Simon pointed out, joining the conversation. Of course he wouldn’t miss out on a chance of teasing Jay. It was way too much fun, especially since Jay was a bad liar.

“I wasn’t thinking about her,” he quickly denied. His prompt denial making it a little too obvious that he was lying.



“Well, then I guess the wall’s just that interesting,” Simon said jokingly while he rolled his eyes.

“What’s stopping you? You usually wouldn’t be so reluctant if you’re interested in someone.”

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(Sign) Language Barrier

This is a Spencer x deaf!reader story requested by @my-lil-kitten-reid. Obviously, the reader is deaf, so I apologize profusely in advance for the inaccuracies that are most likely inevitable in this story (my knowledge on what it’s like being deaf is incredibly low), but I hope you guys enjoy this fluffy little piece anyway :)

You spend the day with the team at work and they really do try to communicate with you through sign, but it comes out rather clumsily.

Originally posted by reid18766


There were definite perks of dating Spencer Reid, wise beyond his years, and light years ahead of his own age. For instance, as a criminology major, you could shadow him as research for your thesis. A definite perk, and exactly why you could currently be found on the Bureau Headquarters in Quantico’s 6th floor.

You were amazed by the luxury and professionalism of the building before you, swinging glass doors and a shiny elevator to match, a bull pen full of bustling people and walls of honored men facing those of the disgraced and hunted. Stepping into the building reminded you of why exactly you were in this field and you found yourself smiling.

“Hello, Smily.” A dark toned man grinned at you, deciding to take it upon himself to hold open one of the two massive glass doors for you, “What brings a pretty girl like you down to the wild Federal Bureau of Investigation. Need some saving?”

Your eyes were glassy and blank and your smiled shyly, hoping that this unfamiliar man understood what you were tying to convey. You knew he was talking, his lips were moving and his eyes were lighting up, but you only understood sign language and couldn’t read lips. He didn’t catch on.

“I’m Agent Morgan, but you can call me Derek,” He continued, smirking, even though the words weren’t quite finding your brain, “What can I do for you on this fine day?”

You gave him another shy smile, hoping this stranger to you would understand. He only frowned, “Aw come on, where’d that smile go?”

This time, your smile was apologetic, “Um, I’m sorry,” You said clearly, “I’m looking for somebody. I should really-” You made a motion toward the room before you, indicating your search. Derek apparently wasn’t backing downs

“I’ll help you,” He smiled charmingly, and there wasn’t much you could do, “Who is it you’re looking for?”

He was met once again with a blank stare, “Oh, come on, just a name, Smiley,” His grin grew flirtatious, “Or how ‘bout a number? Yours?” It was a crappy pick up line and if you had known what he had said, you would’ve been glad you didn’t hear it.

“What abou-” He started again, but he was cut off by Spencer racing in, hands flying oddly in shapes and motions. Derek was all the more thrown back when Spencer almost immediately pressed his lips to yours, “Woah! Boy Wonder, who’s this?”

“My girlfriend. Why?” He didn’t wait for an answer, too excited that his girlfriend, his best friend, was at his work, and suddenly his hands were waving and flying and racing once again.

“What are you doing?” Derek asked, more confused than he really should’ve been

“Sign language, Derek.” Spencer turned to his coworker, expression pensive, “Wait did I not tell you? Y/n is deaf,”

“Oh, deaf?” The tips of Morganms ears burned with an awkward blush. Thankfully, Spencer was too busy rapidly discussing matters of your arrival, fingers dancing just like yours.

“Well, for somebody deaf, she has really good English,” Derek muttered under his breath before trudging away to his desk and throwing his bag underneath.

“I want to introduce you to everybody.” Spencer signed, infinitely smiling.

“Okay,” You signed back, and Spencer gripped your hand and pulled you farther into the bustling room toward a certain pocket of desks.

A women sat at one desk adjacent to Derek’s while two blondes and an older man hovered around them, smiling lazily and desperately hugging coffees.

“Guys,” Spencer said, “I’d like to introduce you to y/n. She’s my girlfriend, but she’s also going to be shadowing me for the week for her college thesis.”

They all waved friendly waves and you did so back, though slightly more awkward. They began introducing themselves and Spencer translated, his fingers deftly moving alongside the words of his coworkers’.

“Alright,” Rossi eventually said, “What’s with the sign language?”

Spencer sighed, “Wow, I really didn’t tell you guys, did I? Well, y/n is deaf.”

They all hummed in response. JJ and Garcia turned and asked Spencer if they could teach them a little bit, Morgan jumping in moments later and asking for the same thing, hoping that he could avoid another awkward one-sided conversation like the earlier situation. The three of them watched hungrily at the way your hands moved in response to Spencer’s and and the way Spencer’s worked as a buffer between theirs and yours. The three tried to pick up on words and phrases that correlated to the way fingers moved up and down and side to side, thirsty to learn the suddenly pivotal language, but coming up with knots nothing.

Emily, on the other hand, began an energetic conversation with you. She, of course, already knew sign language. It was one of her multitude of skills. David leaned back, thinking without talking, wondering to himself where he had left his own instructional book on sign language from what must have been decades ago. And then he attempted to join in on Emily conversation, attempting to bring his rusty sign language skills to light, thought he quickly got lost in the conversation and even faster left behind.

All in all, they all liked you even despite the barrier of a loss of words. Spencer’s face lit up, “Oh you still need to meet Hotch, too! He’s our leader!”

And he was so excited, his fingers so merry and animated, that you laughed aloud before signing back,“Okay, that sounds great, but don’t we have some work to do?” Spencer laughed too, happier than the ten had ever seen him as he pressed a chaste kiss to your lips, gaining the presence of his coworkers’ careful, adoring gazes. He didn’t even mind.

Then Spencer lead you easily up a small set of stairs, his hand meeting the small of your back in the electrifying why it always seemed to do. He reached up then, his long arm reaching around you to knock on a certain office door, “Hotch?” He said as he pulled the door open, smiling, “There’s somebody I’d like you to meet.”

Of All The People

Y/N glanced around the club once again, hoping to spot Joe, but there was no sign of him. Checking her phone, she noticed that it was ten minutes past the time they were supposed to meet up, and there was still no word from her boyfriend.

It wasn’t that she was concerned, she figured there was traffic or something, but tonight was the night he was introducing her to his friends, so she was slightly nervous about that.

Especially since she could see the group of boys that Joe called his friends.


She knew what they looked like, she had seen them enough in Joe’s videos, but they had no idea what she looked like. And so they had no idea that she was sat near them in the club.

Which made it really entertaining when one of them pull apart from their group and make their way over.

It was Jack, and Y/N wasn’t surprised when she saw him put on a charming smile on his face. She had heard the stories, and warnings, from Joe, so she knew to expect something from Jack.

“Hello, there.” He stopped at the bar near her, leaning against it.

“Hi.” Y/N responded, smiling at him.

“What is a pretty thing like you doing here all alone?”

“Just waiting.”

“For me? I thought so.” Jack replied smoothly, winking. Y/N couldn’t help but giggle at the response, it was pretty cheesy, but a good effort.

“Actually, I’m waiting for my boyfriend.” Maybe mentioning Joe, while indirectly, would put Jack off.

She was wrong.

“Must not be a very good boyfriend if he’s left you here waiting.”

“Oh, I think you’d be wrong. He’s a very good boyfriend, just running a little late tonight.”

“Hmm, not right. No one should leave someone as gorgeous as you sat here. Who’s going to keep the creeps away?” Jack leaned in closer, still smiling over at Y/N.

He’s good, She thought, But he’s not Joe.

“I can take care of myself.”

“I’m sure you can. But how about I keep you company for now?”

“And what will my boyfriend think of that?”

“See, I’m starting to think you’re just saying you have a boyfriend.”

“Why would I just say something like that?” Y/N laughed, she was having fun.

“Because every girl does that. But don’t worry, I can pretend to be your boyfriend. That way no one will bother you for the rest of the night.” Jack assured her, and she went to respond, but another voice spoke instead.


“The only one bothering her is you, mate.” Joe chuckled, appearing at Y/N’s side. He turned to look at her, smiling. “Sorry I’m late, love.”

“It’s fine. I just figured I’d get a head start on meeting your friends.” She replied, wrapping an arm around his waist as he bent down to kiss her hello.

“Wait, what?” Jack asked, looking between the two. The rest of the boys also joined them, amusement on their faces.

“Did you actually manage to hit on Joe’s girlfriend?” Oli laughed.

“I didn’t know!” Jack spluttered.

“Of all the people here, though,” Josh shook his head, “You managed to pick her.”

“At least we know he has good taste.” Y/N commented.

“That’s what I was thinking.” Joe shrugged. “Boys, this is Y/N. Y/N, these are the boys.”

“Hello.” She offered them a small wave. “And Jack,” She patted his arm, “It was a good effort.”

“But never flirt with my girlfriend again.” Joe told him seriously.

“I wouldn’t have done it in the first place if I had known!” Jack tried to defend himself, but the boys ignored him, instead choosing to introduce themselves properly to Y/N.

Cowgirl

Dean Winchester x (fem) Reader

Warning: ) smut slightly in the end, swearing, kinky ;)
lol im so sorry but i felt like writing it so yeh. sorry again.

Originally posted by littleislandd

“i’d really like some pie” said Dean while driving his Impala after hunting down yet another werewolf.

“I think we should get ourselves cleaned or we’ll go looking like we came straight from The Walking Dead.” Sam replied 

“What?” Dean said back, looking at Sam in confusion. Sam looked at Dean with his signature ‘I’m-so-done-with-you-right-now’ face as he asked Dean to forget the reference.

“whatever, were definitely getting pie tonight.” Dean said as he turned up the music in which Dean sang along with Led Zeppelin “I, I CANT QUIT YOU BABY” 

“tURN IT DOWN DEAN, MY EARS!” Sam yelled as he covered his ears with his hands.

This went on until they’ve reached the motel. Which Sam’s ears only gotten used to the loud music by the end of the ride.

“Thank god” Sam said wincing at the ringing in his ears.

“its chuck.” Dean said looking at Sam smirking at himself.

Sam couldn’t help but smile at the lame joke his brother made as they entered the motel.  “ha, lame.”


By now, Sam and Dean looked far from zombies. Both with wet hair and clean clothes and Sam attempting to dry his hair a little with a small towel. Just as Sam was getting comfy on his bed Dean shouted from the bathroom “Oh no princess, were getting the pie.” 

“Dean, its 3 AM.”

“So? Sleeping beauty could get her beauty sleep after i get pie.” Dean said back quite seriously as he walked out of the bathroom and towards his brother.

“Dude, who sells pie, or eats pie at 3 in the morning?” 

“i would.”

“Dean, we’ll get some pie tomorrow”

“but it is tomorrow”

“oh my- fine.” Sam being fed up of the childish man, stood up and followed Dean to the car.


They were currently back in the impala, still discussing about who’d sell pie this early and why Dean could’ve wait until later. 

“Aha! There” Dean said relieved and proudly as he pointed at a small shack which had lights on.

“Where?- you can’t be serious” Sam said as his face dropped. Poor Sammy was tired and extremely fed up with this child in front of him. By now its was 15 min past 4, yet somehow Dean was bubbling with energy.

They parked the impala and Dean basically zapped to door, which had nice tiny bells signalling a customer entering. For some pie. At 4 AM.

Sam didn’t follow him, he basically passed out because of sleep deprivation.

It was nice, cute little shack that had all kinds of pastry, and drinks. It looked more like a wannabe-bar, with music play softly in the background which Dean didn’t recognise because it was The 1975 playing instead of the classics. The shack smelled like buttery goodness and fresh coffee beans, in which Dean’s stomach grumbled as response. He began to really like the place. It was peaceful and quiet, because he was the only customer. 

“wow, you’re up early” a heavenly voice rang into Deans ear. Something he’ll never forget.

“yeah- wow” Dean said without thinking. He couldn’t help himself. For a second he forgot to breathe. What he saw was absolutely stunning. 

She had gorgeous (h/c) locks with piercing (e/c), another thing that will be incredibly hard to forget. She was wearing a red mini skirt that was above her knee, a white button up with a red apron above it. She had red lipstick on too and she goes by (y/n). Dean knew this because it was printed on the apron.

“are you getting anything?” she asked after the gorgeous pretty-green-eyed stranger observed and studied her.

“Oh- uh yeah, do you guys have pie?” Dean answered, with his signature breath taking smirk.

“Yeah… but it just entered oven, we literally opened 5 minutes ago”

“oh, its alright. I’ll just wait.” Dean responded, never planned on leaving just yet anyways. “what pie is it anyways?” he added in.

“Apple, and berry. We have custard, coconut and chocolate pie in the fridge but it needs time.” 

“damn, i love this place already, i’ll get the apple”

“you must really love pie.” she said while grinning. How could anyone look this gorgeous this early in the morning? Dean thought without knowing she was thinking the same thing. I mean, who isn’t attracted to a guy like that?

“i love me some pie” Dean said, attempting to sound cute. Which worked because she giggled lightly and softly. Damn.

Me too, who could resist such beauty?” She agreed.

“and she likes pie” Dean thought and noted aloud without noticing, but not regretting it either. She laughed and walked away to check on the pie.

Dean, proud of himself, walked around to observe the place. it looked like it was made by wood and it had a head of a fake bull hung on a wall. Underneath it was a secured and strong glass box that had an old gun and bullets in it with gloves and other stuff. Dean liked it. But what he really liked was the hat on top of the box. A cowboy hat, sitting there peacefully, waiting for someone to pick it up. That someone was Dean, and he put it on. Because he’s Dean.

He looked at the mirror and he was enjoying his time. Little does he know that the girl he’s been crushing on, (y/n), was staring at him and romanticising all those nasty things they’d do together. She had a major crush on him too. How could anyone look this hot? Especially at this time. I must look like a slob, i must be out of his league. He’s probably married and has an apple pie life…  She thought and thought until he was in front of her, she must have been in a trance because she didn’t notice it until he said “You like the view?”

“Oh!- uhm, i- I’m sorry, just reaaallly tired, hehe, you know… early shifts” She stuttered and tried really hard to cover it up, but that doesn’t work on Dean Winchester. Or anyone in fact. 

“nice try, sweetheart” he said smirking, and winked at the end. wINKED.

“i think the pie is ready” (y/n) muttered and left to get the pie that would definitely be cooked by now.

around 4 minutes later, she bought the pie to Dean who was waiting patiently.

Originally posted by supernatural-through-my-veins

He smirked as she arrived. She was blushing madly.

“whip cream?” she asked un confidently, only getting a huge grin from pretty-green-eyes with the cowboy hat that turned her on. She knows he wasn’t oblivious on how insane he made (y/n) feel. She doesn’t even know his name yet.

“Im Dean” ignoring the question earlier.

“(y/n)” she said back. Dean… nice.

“and, yes id like whip cream” he added in, as his tongue darted at the bottom lip for a quick second.

fuck.

She placed the big slice of apple pie in front of him, the fork, spoon and knife as well; and turned around to get the whip cream.

fuck fuck fuck

by now she was mildly turned on. She realised they were the only ones in the shack. No one would know. Apart from that guy with hair better than any other girl’s outside, knocked out. He had a nice car, she thought it might been Dean’s brother. 

Lets play this game then.

She came back with the bottle of whip cream, but Dean noticed the she was more confident now, and that her white button up was opened and showed a little cleavage just above the red apron. Who’s turn is it to be turned on now?

She put some whip cream on the pie (that was already half eaten), not before she took a taste of her own. Licking it off her finger, slowly. Dean just imagining what she’d do to him.

He bit his bottom lip so hard, his lip paled under the pressure.

That’s when she twirled around, where Dean got a glimpse of the black undies due to how high she pulled her skirt up and the air blowing it up slightly. He wanted her so bad. No, needed her. As much as she does, but she was having a little too much fun. She winked at him and went to the back where they have the oven.

oh no she won't 

“oh come back here” he said sitting up straight now.

She obeyed and turned back and cat walked her way to the horny Dean Winchester. 

She then sat on his lap, and took his cowboy hat off to wear it instead of him. She smirked knowing that he liked it better on her, but she like it better on him. Now they were eating each other faces and grinding at each other. Desperate for each other, to taste more. Her hands grabbed a bunch of Dean’s hair and Dean let out a small moan. She smirked again and deepened the kiss. They parted for air, and they both missed each other the second they did. 

“fuck, you’re gorgeous.” Dean breathed out. 

“Lets go to the back room, the rest of the staff are coming.”

Dean let out an animalistic growl as response and grabbed (y/n) up and made out their way there. Shutting the door quickly behind to get to nasty business ;)

LOL im sorry

Ps, if you DID like it you could request more if you want lmao
Practice Makes Engagement

Pairing: Robbie Kay x Reader

Request: Hello❤ can we have a robbie kay fluffy one where he’s practicing how to ask the reader to marry him to the mirror but the reader saw everything ? 😆 please

Warnings: Fluff?

“We’ve been together for three years now and you’ve grown to be the most important person in my life. I am incredibly thankful for everything you’ve done for me and your constant support. I’ve discovered I love everything about you. Even the things you believe are flukes. I love the way you snort when you laugh and how you fit perfectly in my arms. I guess what I’m trying to say is that I love you. I love you so much my heart still skips a few beats when I see and any semblance of air escapes me. I love you so much and I want to continue loving you until the day I die. What I’m trying to say is.. (y/n)? Will you marry me?”

Robbie was practicing his ‘speech’ in front of his bedroom mirror. He truthfully did love you with all his being and he was having trouble putting his emotions to words. Well.. at least he thought he was..

“Ugh! (Y/n)? Will you marry me? No. Will YOU marry me? No! Will you MARRY me? Yeah, no. Will you marry ME? UGH! I don’t know how I’m supposed to do this! It sounds like I’m giving an awards speech. I sound like an idiot.”

“Actually I think it sounded pretty great.” “AHHH!”

In his frustration, Robbie didn’t hear or notice you walking through the door of his flat and standing outside his door.

“Blimey, (y/n)! You scared the bejeezus out of me!” “My sincerest apologies sir. I heard your awards speech and decided to have a listen.”

Robbie felt his heart stop. Looking into your (e/c) eyes, he felt like someone stepped on his lung.

“Wait wait wait… you heard all of that?” “Yes and I was gonna say you could’ve said a bit more about my unobtainable beauty and had a bit more eye contact, but, overall, the delivery was spot on.”

You silently chuckled at Robbie’s flabbergasted expression. You decided to put the poor bloke out of his misery and embarrassment. Gliding across the floor, you wrap him in a solid hug and lean close to his ear.

“Oh, and my answer is yes.”

Slowly, very slowly, Robbie realized what happened and began returning your embrace. Gulping back his nerves, Robbie found the strength to speak again.

“S-so.. you’re YOU.. are saying.. yes?” “Looks like it.”

As realization finally sunk in, Robbie eyes widened and heart started pumping again. Picking you up, he spun you around the room with an impossible strength.

“SHE SAID YES! OH MY GOSH! THIS IS THE HAPPIEST DAY!! I must tell the blokes about this!”

Setting you down, he ran out of the room in search of his phone. Suddenly remembering how he left you, he ran back in, kissed your cheek, and flew out the door again.

“This is going to be an interesting marriage,” you muttered as you heard your fiance bumping into various objects and totally not breaking anything..

alwaysuptosomemischief  asked:

Song: shape of you by Ed Sheeran Can you pleaseeee make it young Sirius Black x reader!!! :)

(( Okie dokie so I LOVE THIS SONG and the new video gave me soooo many ideas))

Summery:  You are the new Gryiffindor seeker, it is the middle of the season and Sirius has had his eye on Y/N since their first match against Hufflepuff so Astra offers to train with him

Warnings: Swearing, dorky Sirius 

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“Bloody hell Padfoot don’t hit the bludger towards me you arse” 

“Oh well i am So sorry maybe if you didn’t accept that as the new seeker i might not get so distracted” Sirius hissed gesturing towards Y/N, his cheeks supporting a bright shade of red. 

That has a name Black, and i’m surprised Potter even kept you on with that shoddy performance against Hufflepuff today” Y/N slammed the door to her locker and approached the hissing raven hared boys.

Sirius looked at Y/N his face turning more vibrant shades of red as she stood before them in a simple muggle tank top and sweat pants. 

“Hey Black are you okay you look-”

“I’m fine!” he snapped causing James and Y/N to jump at the sudden outburst.

“Well seeming as you are Fine as you so kindly snapped” she paused earning a chuckle from James “I was wondering if you wanted to train with me?”   

Shit on it. fucking SHIT. ON. IT. Was all Sirius could think of his mind went to mush every time he saw Y/N body when she trained or even played a match. she was different from other girls more athletically built than the other female players the shape of her was mesmerising to him, almost hypnotic in way.

“YES!” realizing his outburst he played it cool pulling off his signature smirk and running a hand through his windswept hair “I mean yeah, sure i could train with you for a bit…bro” really? 

bro? who the fuck calls someone bro? the fuck is wrong with you, you utter fart 

“okay see outside.. bro” with a confused look Y/N left the lockers and headed towards the pitch 

 “bro? did you just call Y/L/N bro? Bloody hell padfoot you must really like her. personally i don’t blame you she has an arse of-”

“shut up prongs” Sirius breathed as the waves of embarrassment forced him to lean against his locker door his hand covering his onyx eyes.

“oh come on pads its not that bad, if you look at it this way she technically asked you on a date” James placed a hand on his shoulder giving him a light reassuring shake.

“well are you coming or not i don’t have all day black” Y/N shouted from the doorway 


“Godric your amazing” Sirius breathed 

“not so bad yourself bro” Y/N smirked moving closer to Sirius planting a kiss on the side of his cheek 

“see you at dinner?” she teased landing as gracefully as she could Y/N hopped of her broom and headed back to the castle leaving a slightly loves struck Sirius black in the air.

Sirius new he had he had fallen for Y/N so hard in fact even when she was sweating she was beautiful, she was like a goddess, and the feel of her lips upon his cheek lingered there he would never forget this day     


“so, How’d it go bro” James snicked into a spoonful of mash potato’s.

“well she kissed me and she wont drop the bro thing either.” he looked around noticing lily and Y/N laughing and sighed into his chicken 

“is it illegal to use an illegal curse on yourself?”

 Fin


Originally posted by nellaey

((okay so that was that i hoped you liked it i like it))

the last line killed me its from this 

identity crisis

 summary: chat noir takes a break. in marinette’s room. how inconvenient.

pairings: marichat and adrinette. [not actually a reveal fic, surprisingly enough]

sidenotes: i apologize for this in its entirety. also, i used a different take on their relationship. hope u guys can at least take something enjoyable out of it :,)

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I have a surprise for you.

Marinette let out a dreamy sigh and draped her legs across the sides of her large bed. “And what may that be?”

Gimme a sec,” the voice of Adrien grunted on the other end of her phone. Marinette shifted her eyes to the side and held in a laugh. He sounded like he was having a lot of trouble.

Dammit!” He cried out gruffly. “Why is this so damned – argh!”

“Having trouble there?” She asked in amusement, still clueless as to what his ‘surprise’ was.

“I – yes – you know what? Screw it! Mari, baby, can you come open the window for me?” He pleaded with her cheekily.

Marinette blinked. Once. Then twice.

“The…the window?” She repeated, slowly standing up and peering around the corner to get a glance out her window. It was dark outside, so she doubted that even if there was something there she’d be able to see it.

Yes, darling. The window. It won’t – come – open!” He made a groaning noise with every syllable, in tune with a dull thumping sound, which Marinette now realized was the sound of her window being jimmied up and down.

Sighing in exhilaration, she walked over to her window and made an effective gesture of exasperation.

Chat Noir grinned at her, caught in the act, on the other side.

She gently unlocked the hinge and lifted it up to greet the masked superhero. His grin stayed intact as he rolled through the now open window and into the safe haven he recognized as her bedroom.

“Ahhh, that’s more like it.” He said, stretching out his long limbs and pressing end call on his baton.

“What in god’s name were you doing out there?” Marinette asked him blankly, holding her hands out questioningly. He fake pouted and held his arms out to her.

“You don’t enjoy my company? I’m hurt.” He poked his heart and hung his head. Marinette exhaled and willingly led herself into his open arms. He gleefully hugged her as tight as he could, lifting her feet up off of the ground for a few seconds before placing her down with a steady plop.

“Alright, alright.” She gave him a little bit of credit and pulled back, pink blush dusted across the apples of her cheeks, his open affection never ceased to impress and flatter her. “But…really…what are you doing here? I thought that you were going out with Nino. Not…not that I don’t want you here…”

He cocked his head to the side and gave her a proud smirk, obviously happy that he had managed to bring her to a blush.

“Nino cancelled, so I went out on the town, trying to find an ice cream place that would give me a Chat Noir discount. Figured I’d stop by and see my best girl while I was at it.” He informed her.

“Any luck?” She asked him, decidedly ignoring the part where he had complimented her plentifully. If she had a dollar for every time he’d made her blush, she’d have no trouble dominating the entire world economy.

“None.” He bowed his head like he was truly dishonored by not receiving one.

“Dear oh dear. You must be the shame of Paris.” She sympathized falsely, pressing her finger to the underside of his chin and kissing his jaw chastely.

“Make me feel better,” he begged her, collapsing his forehead against her shoulder like his ice cream folly had left him powerless.

“Do me a favor, first.” She requested, patting the back of his long blond hair affectionately.

“What’s that, goddess divine?” He asked her dutifully. She smirked, and leaned in, real close to his neck. Then, she kissed the patch of skin just below his ear.

Change back.” She whispered.

He leaned in and smiled.

Suddenly, his black mask disappeared, and his cat-like eyes regained their soft, peridot color and his leather costume became a set of normal clothes.

“As you wish,” he told her, leaning forward and kissing the back of her hand.

“Ewwww,” the distinct voice of Plagg, upset from being ejected so quickly, muttered in the background.

“Get lost, Plagg.” Adrien murmured.

“Excuse you, ungrateful scumba-“

“There’s some camembert down in the kitchen.” Adrien reminded him without missing a beat. Plagg cut off his insult immediately.

“You two kids have fun!” He cheered, zooming out of the bedroom and racing downstairs to retrieve his beloved food item.

Marinette giggled a bit and Adrien smiled. He loved it when she wore her hair down, like she always did before she would to go to bed. He played with the tips of her bags and started pushing her backwards carefully, leading her towards the bed without a trace of subtlety.

“Adrien,” she protested with a blush. He shook his head.

“I just want to cuddle with you, I’m tired. I got denied free ice cream all night.” He frowned, like he was hoping to gain her sympathy.

“Well, that’s…” she looked around for a reason not to. She found none, and shrugged. “Alright, fine. But if you’re hungry, you should go downstairs and get something to eat.”

“I’m not.” He told her before jumping onto the bed and bouncing happily a few times. “But I have to say, it is a shame you no longer live in a bakery. It would’ve been extraordinarily convenient to get free sweets whenever I wished.”

She sighed and laid down next to him on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. “Alas, you’re stuck with me, in a house where the only food source is cheese for your gluttonous kwami.”

He made a face and pressed his nose into her hair, inhaling the scent of fresh pomegranates from her shampoo. “Finally, someone understands my pain.”

“Oh you poor, poor boy…” she exaggerated, pulling his face into her hands lovingly. “If only there was something out there to ease your suffering.”

His lips squeezed together and he wiggled his eyebrows.

“I can think of a few things…”

She dropped his face into her stomach and laughed. “God, you’re awful.”

He kissed her cheek. “And yet, you still love me.”

“I know, it’s a tragedy.” She sighed, patting his cheek softly.

He responded to her kindly, flopping over and moving closer to her so he could throw an arm around her collarbone and press his face next to hers warmly.

After a few moments of content silence, his hands playing with the strings of the hoodie she was wearing (one that actually belonged to him in the first place – not that he minded, he rather enjoyed seeing her in his clothes, it reminded him that she was dedicated to him, and no one else). His other hand entangled itself with hers, fingers intertwining together with ease. He breathed out a sigh of utter happiness – god, he was so stupidly happy, it was almost disgusting.

“Marinette,” he murmured, breath warm against her head. She shifted a bit so that her cornflower blue eyes could focus on him better.

“Marry me,” he whispered, voice deathly quiet, as his hands stopped all movement in anticipation.

Marinette was silent momentarily, before her lips spread into a smile.

“Adrien,” she began, tapping his shoulder playfully.

“Yes sweetheart?”

“We’re already married.”

He blinked.

“Ah.” His voice cracked. “Yes. That’s right, isn’t it.”

She burst out laughing, sitting up and clutching the muscles of her stomach tightly.

“Oh my god, that was adorable, you actually asked me to-“

“Yeah, yeah.” He chuckled lightly. “I guess you’re just so wonderful I wanted to marry you twice.”

She looked at him skeptically and laughed. “Sure, sure. I believe you.”

“You’d better.” He warned her, reaching out and grabbing her around the waist tightly.

“Always,” she told him, pressing his nose with her fingertip. “Always.”

Really!?!

For the dialogue challenge … @xfficchallenges

“Really?”

“Really.”

“Really really?”

“Ask them. Go ahead. They’ll tell you the same thing.”

“Really, Frohike?”

“Seriously.”

“Byers? Come on, tell me the truth.”

“Honest. It happened. I saw it. I will not be a party to lying about something as necessary as this.”

“She, honest to God, sat there … In that chair … Eating a full-on banana split? Not that tofutti dreamwhip ass tasting air she calls ice cream but a true calorie and sugary laden cup of chocolate covered heaven?

“I’m right here, Mulder. You can ask me yourself.”

“Shush. I’m trying to ascertain the truth of the situation. Sit there and be quiet please ”

“I’m going to beat you with my spoon, Mulder.”

“So, like, where did she get it? Did she find your stash? How many scoops? Did she find the cherries? Nuts? I need details.”

“Mulder!?”

“Dude, from the evidence left behind, she found Frohike’s carton of chocolate and went to town. She must have had the banana with her already though because we don’t do fruit.”

“I’m leaving. I swear to God.”

“You shouldn’t swear to God, Scully. Even I know that.”

“Dead. Murdered. In your sleep.”

“You still have a ring of chocolate around your mouth, Scully, so don’t sit there and try to deny it.”

“Oh my God! It was just a little ice cream!”

“Just say it and all will be forgotten.”

“You just made my list, Mulder.”

“I like lists.”

“Will you shut up if I say it?”

“Probably not but it’s always good to try.”

“Fine. I ate ice cream. Real, true, from an actual cow ice cream with chocolate sauce and cherries and nuts and sprinkles. Are you happy now?”

“Very. Now get over here and give me a kiss.”

“Just go get the car and take me home. I’ll debate the kiss on the way.”