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The One Who Holds Your Heart » Prince Adam

Request: Can u do a pre-cursed imagine of the reader and prince Adam? I don’t really have a plot I just love pre-cursed Adam:)))

Pairing: Prince Adam x Reader

Fandom: Disney + Beauty and the Beast

Words: 1770

Summary: Adam is in love with you despite you being a maid.

A/N: Okay, so I really want to write a part two to this story and I will! [Name] won’t remember Adam and we’ll go on from there. Anyways, I hope you guys like this!

Part Two: The One Who Breaks The Curse

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farahsulastree  asked:

hello there! im sorry if this is not the way to request something but can i have a story that y/n pass out or fainted because she works too much (it could be angst or fluff or angst and fluff) so yeah. AND I LOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE YOUR WRITINGS. THEY ARE SOOOO GOOD 💕💕

Warning: this shit is hella long, the longest I’ve written yet so proceed at your own risk babies.

Farah, thanks hun, sorry I’m late!  since you haven’t mentioned a member I’m choosing Jeon Jungkook at my own discretion.  Y’all can let me know if you want one for another member! Also, I tried going for something other than the classic ‘reader faints, boyfriend worries’. Hope y’all like it.

***Please remember I don’t know jackshit about the functioning of corporate world, I’m a psychological counsellor-miles away from the field of techs, mnc’s and conglomerates so if y’all find something out of place please bear with me. XD

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enJOYYYY


Working overtime was definitely not your thing, however, the environment at your workplace was comically peculiar for you to not give all your attention, strength and intellect during and beyond office hours.

You were the youngest of the 3 advisors to the recently appointed CEO of the tech giant KRONOS, Jeon Jungkook, who also happened to be the youngest CEO to have been appointed in the history of the company, at the age of 25. He had signed in only a week ago but had managed to change the entire working dynamics of the place. Despite being younger than most of the employees working in the company (including yourself, if only by few months), he was confident and for the lack of a better word, scary. He wanted all the work exactly on time, not an hour late. Tardiness was to be dealt with strictly. Work ethics were to be followed, on paper and in principle.

You supposed that a CEO, especially someone of his age, may have to build a tough exterior to gain the employees’ respect so you were never too judgmental of his conduct. You found it quite appealing, in fact. You could even say that you had a little crush on him.

Yes, you found it appealing- that is, until you became a direct target of his bullying.



Being one of the three advisors to the CEO, you also held a position of power- and with power came immense responsibility. All the completed files had to be sorted out, reviewed, edited and classified before reaching the CEO and that was your and your partners’ work. Your partners- Kim Namjoon and Jung Hoseok- were far more experienced in this field of work. Two years ago, when you had joined the company as Jungkook’s father -Mr Jeon’s- personal assistant, the two had already been working as his advisors. You, on the other hand, had a very specific set of skills but also knowledge regarding business in general. Mr. Jeon decided that you would become a part of the little group of advisors when you offered him an idea for one of his business deals- and it worked. Within six months of working as his P.A., you were transferred to the advisors’ committee and since then you had been working with the two. 

The work had been mutually divided amongst the three of you, with you working on editing and classifying the files and documents. That however was not your only job as the Advisors committee. The HR department of the company also reported to you, therefore for any misconduct of behaviour in the office, the final word of consequences came from the three of you.
No one in the office would argue that the three advisors were perfect at their job, true role models. 

So when an angry CEO summoned the three of you, it all but left you confused.

You entered your boss’ luxurious office to the sight of your friend and junior, Park Sarah, standing in front of Jungkook’s desk with one hand on her baby bump and the other clenching and unclenching at her sides, out of nervousness. Jungkook sat on his seat behind the desk, legs crosses and hands joined, staring at Sarah like a hawk.

“Can I help you, sir?” You asked him as you reached his desk and bowed politely, Hoseok and Namjoon mirroring your actions.

“Yes, please. The three of you are supposed to be my advisors, are you not?” He held his hand up to silence Hoseok just as he was about to answer. “Don’t answer that, it was rhetorical. As I was saying,” He cleared his throat slightly as he got up from his chair and brought both his hands on the table suddenly, with force, “why was the Kim’s file sent to me incomplete, when I have not one, but three advisors who are supposed to review the files before sending them to me?” He finished as you looked at your partners; mouth slightly agape at the shocking information. They looked just as confused.

“I am positive that this is a misunderstanding, sir. It is not possible for even one file to be passed on to you until we review it.” You stated in a matter-of-fact tone, unintentionally further aggravating the CEO. He exhaled loudly, closing his eyes as if controlling himself from lashing out at you.

“Ms. ____, don’t your co-advisors stand here with more experience in the field? I’d rather have them explain the situation to me than a novice.”

“I believe it’s because of your unfamiliarity with the working pattern of the Advisors Committee but we work as a unit. There is no reason for us to answer individually when we manage the work together.”  Pin-drop silence followed as everyone looked around nervously, except you and your boss, who were engaged in battle of stares with neither of you backing down.

“Oh, please! It was my fault, sir!” Sarah suddenly cried out. “It was an important file and I took it upon myself to finish it but it proved to be too much for m-”

“So you came here to boast about your incompetency? I can’t believe this.” Jungkook scoffed at her with an incredulous expression.

Sarah looked down at her feet, almost on the verge of tears while the three of you couldn’t help but feel bad for the lady. She clearly had good intentions.

“Okay, I’d like you to hand in your resignation by the end of today, Mrs. Park.” Jungkook deadpanned as he moved around his table to sit back on his throne and cross his legs. Your head shot up, looking at your CEO with wide eyes. Surely, he wouldn’t fire her for this?

“S-Sir?” Sarah stammered as her hands fell from her big stomach to her sides. “Y-You are firing me?” She looked at him with widened eyes, now flooding with tears.

“Of course not. You, a responsible employee of my company, realizing the gravity of your actions in not completing a very important file and thus, rendering loss to the company, handed me your resignation out of guilt.” Jungkook said in a monotonous voice, not even sparing the pregnant lady a glance. Sarah was full out bawling now and you couldn’t blame her at all. You were standing there with your mouth agape, not believing what was happening in front of your eyes.

“That’s it. You all can resume work now and Mrs. Park can proceed to clear out her desk and write the letter.”


“That’s enough.” Your voice cut through the thick air like a knife.


Jungkook looked up at you, frowning. “Excuse me?”


“I said that’s enough. You can’t fire her.” You regained your composure as you straightened your back. You knew you would have to deal with tact and not the anger that was ready pour out of you in the nastiest form of words known to mankind.

“I can do whatever the fuck I want, Ms. ___. I’d suggest you get out of here before a similar fate befalls you.” Jungkook growled at you, allowing you to get a glimpse of his wrath, but you were not one to back down. Especially, if what you were fighting for was someone’s job.

You stepped forward with grace, feeling Namjoon and Hoseok on either side of you indicating that they were going to stand by you no matter what. You put both your hands on his desk and bent down.

“I’m afraid you don’t know, Mr. Jeon Jungkook but you do not have the authority to fire any employee without our consent and I am positive that I speak for all three of us when I say this,” You straightened up again and gave him the sweetest smile you could manage,

 “There is no way in hell that we will approve this.”


Jungkook was ready to cut you to pieces then and there.

This b*tch thinks she can overpower me? Fuck! She is treating me like this because I’m younger than her. She is underestimating me. He innately smirked as the perfect idea formed his head. She deserves this.

“Alright then. I’m aware that you hold some amount of power in those terms but surely, you’re aware that if I forward my qualms to the board of directors, Mrs. Park here WILL be fired and not even given the opportunity to resign with honour.” Jungkook eagerly waited for your response as he watched you narrowing your eyes ever so slightly- definitely a sign that you were affected by his words.

“Yes. However, if it does reach that stage you can expect my resignation as well.”

Now, Jungkook was really surprised. There was not an ounce of arrogance in your words, hidden or otherwise. You genuinely cared whether this employee stayed or not. He wondered why you were so adamant on protecting the lady. She was clearly in the wrong.

“Well, then I have a proposition to avoid the chaos. The client I’m dealing with, whose file Mrs. Park here effectively ruined,” He paused as he shot her a glare, “as you know, they are the ones majorly benefiting from the deal but from the perspective of a long term investment, this was a great investment for us as well. They are supposed to come here tomorrow morning. So if you can complete the file before I’m in the office tomorrow, without any mistakes might I add…I will not take any action against her.”

Jungkook sat back in his chair, openly smirking at you and your companions’ shocked expressions. He knew you could never complete that file by tomorrow even with three people and he was also aware that Namjoon’s and Hoseok’s company tour for official purposes was scheduled tomorrow and they would only return in the later in the evening. There is no way that they could stay the night here, helping you out. It was five in the evening already and you had a deadline of 10 the next morning. Jungkook sipped on his green tea as thoughts of victory ran through his head. You would not be able to complete it. Now you would have to swallow your pride and apologise to him for your misbehaviour. He had won.

“Okay. Thank you for considering Sarah’s position, sir. You will have the file before your arrival in the office tomorrow morning.”


Jungkook almost choked on his tea as he refocused on your elegant frame, bent at 90 degree exactly as a gesture of sincere gratitude. He looked around and noticed that he was not the only one shocked at your acceptance of his proposal. Sarah was looking at you with hopeful shock while Namjoon and Hoseok looked at you with pure horror painted on their faces. 


Is she fucking mental?

He realized that you weren’t going to move an inch until he addressed you so he cleared his throat, “O-Okay, you may leave.” He cursed inwardly as he stuttered.

You straightened up and without a glance in his direction you turned around walked out his office.


“____! What the fuck has gotten into you?!” Namjoon screamed as you entered your huge lounge like office, made to accomodate three people.

“I can’t believe you just went head on with that stuck up brat.” Hoseok marvelled at you.

“Hoseok.” Namjoon warned his friend as you chuckled, shutting the blinds on the glass pane.

“___, there is no way you can complete that file alone. Why did you do that?” Namjoon asked you, his voice strained with stress. Hoseok nodded in agreement with Namjoon.

“I can’t let him fire an employee like that. She has been working here longer than I have, for Christ’s sake! She did not have malice in her intentions and tried her best to do a good job. It would be unfair and I can’t let that happen on my count.” You shrugged.

Truth be said, you were dreading the night. You knew, without a doubt, that you would complete the file but the amount of hardwork, concentration and energy it would require would be immense. “There’s nothing to do, boys. I know you’re worried for me but please, don’t be. I’m a big girl and I can handle this.”
The boys could do nothing but nod their heads.

“We still have an hour before we head back to pack, let’s start now. We’ll help you out as much as we can.” Hoseok said as he pulled up his sleeves and lead your little group to the working corner of your office. You sighed as you pulled up your own sleeves and opened the file.

Let’s do this.



Jungkook could not deny his rapid heartbeat as he entered his office building the next day, at ten in the morning. He had admittedly delayed his departure from his house, he did not know why. As he entered his private elevator, the realization that you would not have been able to complete the file affirmed itself in his mind making him more uncomfortable than ever.
The elevator doors opened as he regained his composure and stepped out, ever so slightly glancing at your quarters. The lights were off. You must have gone back home. Feeling disappointed for unknown reasons, he entered his own quarters and he took his place on the chair. Within a second, his landline starting ringing.

“Yes?”

“Sir, your clients are here as scheduled, shall I send them up?”

Jungkook let out a frustrated sigh. “Yes…please do that.”


Jungkook could only practice his rejection for 5 minutes before he heard an obnoxious knock on his door. He muttered a ‘come in’ and watched as a semi bald man in his 40s and his young secretary entered his office as if they owned the damn place.

“Good morning, Mr. Kim. How are you on this wonderful day?” Jungkook greeted the older man as he shook his hand rather forcefully, but with a dashing smile on his handsome face, nonetheless.

“As wonderful as the day, Mr. Jungkook.” He laughed at his own joke making Jungkook inwardly cringe. “Please, sit down.”

Jungkook rolled his eyes as he turned around and made his way to his seat. How typical of the goon to act like the boss in someone else’s territory.

“Allow me to get directly to the point.” Kim smiled arrogantly, “I understand we’re closing the deal today. I’m sure you have read and reviewed the documents I sent to you. Why don’t we discuss the nature of our future ventures together?”

Jungkook almost snorted at the man’s over-confidence. Nonetheless, he did feel uncomfortable in telling him the embarrassing reason behind the cancellation of the deal. He would simply have to tell him the deal did not fall in sync with the prospects for his company and that it was too risky an investment. 

He sighed. “I’m afraid I have some bad news, Mr. Kim.” He watched as Kim’s complexion turned pale as he considered what the bad news might be. It was like reverse metamorphosis; his wretched wings, which had arrogantly spread around him, were now shrinking.  Jungkook would laugh if he didn’t feel bad about the strategic loss his company would have to endure.

Jungkook opened his mouth to deliver the bad news but was interrupted by the loud ringing of his desk phone. He apologized to Kim and picked up the receiver. “Yes?”

“I’m sorry to interrupt you, sir but ___ ma’am asked me to inform you that the KIMs file has been completed and kept in the first drawer of your desk. She will be in your office within 5 minutes. Thank you.” His receptionist hung up.

Jungkook calmly kept the receiver down, giving Kim his best smile. Internally though, he was losing his mind. He apologized to Kim once again as he moved his seat away from his desk to open the drawer. There it was. And what was that on the file? A post-it note?

He took the note out, reading the content.

“The file has been completed and reviewed. Keep in mind that clause no. 48, 57, 93 and 101 are hollow clauses, only been put in the deal to benefit the client and may possibly render monetary and reputational loss to our company. Negotiate to cancel these out and then proceed to sign the deal. Good luck, sir.”

If Jungkook had felt uncomfortable previously, now he felt absolutely terrible.




You were dizzy. The moment you hit the road that led to your building, you knew that you were going to fall sick. Even when you were young, not sleeping had always proved to be extremely problematic for you, especially. You were not a person who dealt with lack of sleep kindly. However, today was slightly different. Maybe it was because you had worked AND not slept, but you felt more disoriented than usual. It’s like you were having an out of body experience. You scolded yourself as you parked your sedan in the allotted space of the company building. That deal was important. After that deal, you would allow yourself to rest anywhere you wanted but before that…you would have to endure.

You got out of your car and suddenly a strong wave of dizziness had you clutching your car for support. You closed your eyes, trying to steady out your breathing. You couldn’t afford to miss out on the signing of the deal. You inhaled deeply one last time and stepped out of your car and made your way to the elevator. 

Reaching Jungkook’s office, you lightly knocked before entering and immediately noticed the tense atmosphere between your boss and the client, who were engaged in a battle of words, not even sparing you a glance.

You interrupted by clearing your throat and bowed politely towards the clients and your boss. “I’m sorry for interrupting your meeting. I believe I’m late, allow me to apologize for that.”

The three men in the room turned their heads to look at you. Kim raised an eyebrow, as he looked you up and down, making you cringe inwardly “And who might you be, miss?”

“I am-“

“She is my advisor.” Jungkook interrupted you before you could complete your sentence. “Please, Ms ___, take a seat, we were just discussing the clauses in the contract proposed by Mr. Kim. I’m sure you would want to give your opinion on the matter.”

Slightly shocked, you forgot the building pressure at the back of your head and made your way towards your seat, but not before noticing the silent look Jungkook passed to you. He clearly wanted you to help him negotiate. You understood immediately and straightened up.

“Well then,” Kim said as he observed the unsaid but obvious alliances in the room, 

“Shall we begin?”




Jungkook was in awe as Mr. Kim departed the office with a grumpy face after 3 hours of a tense and heated session, but not before passing you a dirty look. It was quite understandable why; after all, you had single-handedly and successfully negotiated with Kim, literally taking out all the potential risks to the company, much to Kim’s disappointment.

He observed your side profile as you stood beside him and felt his heart skip a beat. He could not lie to himself; you had occupied his mind since that little fiasco in his office the other day. He thought about how petty and immature his reaction was when all you clearly wanted was good for the company. He had over-reacted and he did feel bad about what he had done but apologizing to you? That was another deal altogether. He had trouble saying sorry, he knew that. He would prefer to naturally normalise things over the period of next few months.

He tore his eyes off you and made his way to his desk. He could not apologize to you but he could definitely reward you and give you the rest of the day off. You would, no doubt be exhausted. How you were even standing straight was beyond him.

He turned around leaning with his back on the front of his desk but before he could say something to you, you turned around, bowed your head and took your leave. Jungkook felt a pang in his chest as he felt the hostility that radiated from you as you shut the door to his office, not glancing at him even once.
As he watched you move towards your quarters through glass pane in his office, however, he felt the pang in his chest grow into something else. 

You were no longer walking straight but very clearly stumbling around. His eyes narrowed as he watched you gripping the corner of a table for support but your body weight proved to be too much in your weak condition and your arms gave away, making you fall to the ground in a slump. You did not move.

Jungkook’s eyes widened with horror as he watched the scene unfold in front of him.

You had just fainted.

The realization of that fact was enough to snap him out of his trance. He dashed for his door and ran to you, faster than a bullet. He bent down as he reached you, taking his coat off and throwing it out of his sight blindly, and cradled your head on his lap, calling your name again and again.

“Ms___?! Can you hear me? ___! Fuck!”

Hearing all the commotion, the office workers hurried inside only to find you unconscious in your CEO’s lap. So naturally, they started whispering amongst themselves.

“WILL NO ONE CALL A FUCKING AMBULANCE?!” Jungkook bellowed as took his eyes off you for a second to glare at the onlookers. Shocked with the frequency of his voice, no one moved.

“Okay. Fine.” Jungkook growled as he moved you to put one arm under your neck and the other under your knees, picking you up bridal style and hurrying towards the elevator, all the while cursing himself under his breath. He had caused this. Of course, you would be exhausted! That file was huge, and Jungkook knew even he couldn’t complete it in the sorry excuse of a time frame he had given you. How could he have been so petty? 


He had caused this and he couldn’t hate himself more at that moment even if he tried.


You woke up to the smell of lavender. In fact, your entire…room was engulfed in the soothing fragrance of lavender. You looked to your left only to find a diffuser, burning with a light flame on its bottom.

Ah, that’s where the lavender is coming from.

You removed your attention from the diffuser to glance around your room and almost choked on air as you registered two facts.

One- the room was huge as fuck. It was a room in the hospital, no doubt, but it looked no less than a room one would find in a luxurious penthouse. Exquisite paintings covered the walls of the room, a 70-inch TV polished to shine rested on the wall in front of you. There were flowers, huge windows overlooking the city, a fridge and also, the second fact that caused you to almost choke.

Your boss.

You boss, with his hair disheveled and the first two buttons of his white shirt open, was sleeping on the sofa, no more than 2 meters away from your bed.
While the fact that you were in a hospital did not shock you at all, your boss’ candid appearance did. You let out a surprised squeal causing him to wake with a start. He looked around, disoriented, until his eyes landed on you and visibly widened. He got up immediately and came to you, sitting on the chair beside you bed.

“Are you okay? Are you in pain? Should I call the doctor?” He asked as his eyes searched your frame for any signs of discomfort.

“Uh…no, that won’t be necessary. I’m quite alright, I was just a little shocked to see you sleeping on the sofa…sir.”

Jungkook groaned as he brought his hands to his face. “Please…don’t call me that right now.” He removed his hand and looked at you, his face ridden with guilt, before he got up from his seat and took two steps back. He then bent down on his knees and bowed until his head touch the ground. “I am so very sorry ___. I was such a dick to you that day and I…I am the reason you fainted. I am so sorry. I really am. I thought you were undermining me because I’m younger and acted so immature-“

“Please, get up!” you said out of horror. “There is no need to do this! Please get up.” You ushered him to get up and sit beside you before you handed him the glass of water on your bedside and watched him drink it.

“…Jungkook, I’m hardly a few months elder to you.” You broke the ice.

“What?” Jungkook said out of disbelief. “B-But I thought you were…?”

You smiled slightly. “No, not really. I’m practically the same age as you. Listen, how does that even matter? I’m more than happy that you’re ready to see what you did wrong. That is what matters.” You said with honesty as you watched him listening to you carefully.

“I’m your advisor, it’s literally my job to tell you what you do right and what you do wrong…and I will continue to do that. I understand that you are insecure about your age but hey, that is why we’re here, the advisors committee. You need to manage your temper. Let us in, and trust me we will help you out. That’s all we want to do-“

You words were cut short as Jungkook snaked his hand behind your head, turned you towards him and brought his lips to yours softly. You just sat there in shock as he removed himself from you and sat back in his chair.

“Thank you. For everything.” He said looking at you, straight in the eyes but you hardly registered his words. You were still shocked.

“And sorry about that, uh, kiss. I couldn’t help myself.” You finally found the energy to chuckle as you saw your arrogant boss blushing and looking around the room out of embarrassment. 


“Really? Well…why don’t you take me out for coffee as an apology?” You hinted openly.  

Jungkook looked at you with his eyes’ narrowed. “Are you serious? Will you…agree?” 

You smirked at his expression,  enjoying his nervousness. 


“Hell yes.”





I feel like the dead tbh, my eyes are ready to close not open for the next 2 days if I allow my self that leisure but working means working…haha…☹…

Let me know if you want this plot for some other member.

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Not Strong Enough (Adam Cole One Shot)

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This one is for @bizclizbaybay <3 I hope you like it!!!

The reader is the younger sister of the Young Bucks and Adam falls for her. Inspired by “Not Strong Enough” by Apocalyptica.

Sexy times with baybay ahead

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Before Robert fully comes awake, thoughts of geez, you’re old bounce around his skull, and he groans, burying his face back in the pillow. 

There’s a soft chuckle to his left, and a hand slides into his hair, massaging his scalp gently. He can’t stop the smile from curving his lips, or his head from pushing up against talented fingers. 

“Don’t want to turn forty, huh?” A soft kiss is pressed to his temple in apology for the amused tone. 

Robert grunts, fingers sliding out from under the duvet to find Aaron’s chest. “S’not my birthday.”

“Sorry,” Aaron tells him, nose brushing against Robert’s hairline. “Kinda is.”

Shuffling until he can press his face into Aaron’s neck, he lets out a huff and a whine. He knows he’s being immature and childish, but forty is a big number and he absolutely does not want to think about it. 

Aaron laughs, Robert can feel the rumble underneath his cheek, and wraps an arm around Robert’s shoulders as he presses a kiss to his head. “Don’t be so dramatic.”

“You won’t be saying that when you turn forty,” Robert points out, turning to kiss Aaron’s jaw. “I’ll have to make sure you don’t freak out.”

The words settle about them like a promise, and Robert can’t believe how far they’ve come, how comfortable he is to think about Aaron being in his life forever

“Come on,” Aaron says, brushing a hand through Robert’s hair. “Let’s get up and get you out of the house before Liv wakes up.”

Robert forgot she was even home; she’s been interning at a studio in Leeds while she studies for her Masters in Architecture. She shines every time she shows him her drawings, and he knows enough to be impressed, though it’s mostly just pride whenever he talks about her. She popped down for a couple of days for his birthday. “She’ll be too hungover to make comments.”

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Let’s Meet At Luke’s Part 3

Catch up on Let’s Meet At Lukes!


                “Yes! Yes you did!” Rory laughed as Dean chuckled, shaking his head. “I do not ever remember telling you I’d watch you walk around a book store and shop for 6 or 7 hours,” Dean said as he looked down at her. Rory smiled softly at him. “Today’s been a lot of fun,” she said as she turned toward him, staring up into his hazel eyes. “You know, Rory, I thought for sure that when I left, I’d never see you again, but, now that I have…” he whispered leaning closer to her.

               Rory smiled and leaned up, their lips inches apart. She could smell the mint he’d sucked on after finishing his cup of coffee. Which, she could still smell a hint of as well; Rory closed her eyes, anxious to feel his lips on hers again. Suddenly, her phone began to ring, causing her to jump back, Dean doing the same as he cleared his throat and rubbed his neck awkwardly. Rory’s eyes were wide as she dug around in her purse pulling her phone out and seeing a missed call from her mother. “Sorry about that,” she said smiling as she shoved her phone back into her purse. “Don’t worry about it, I should get you home anyways,” Dean sputtered as he walked her back to her car. “You know, we should go out again, this was a lot of fun. What are you doing tomorrow night?” Rory asked as they stopped at her car.

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Long Slow Beautiful Dance – Part 1

 

She stares at herself in the mirror.  Stares at a woman she barely knows anymore.  The one she subconsciously buried months ago.  She had resigned herself to the acceptance that this was how her life, her love, was supposed to be.  That after a while, everything becomes a little more stale.  She had become a shell of herself, conforming to a love she was desperate to hang onto.  A love she convinced herself was still magical, that he was the still the only one who could possibly make her feel alive again.  She would just have to simply wait for that to happen.

But in the mirror at this moment staring back at her is the woman she once was.  A woman who is alive, every nerve in her body screaming that very word over and over again.  And it isn’t Adam who brought her back.  It isn’t Adam who is making her heart flutter with every gentle touch, making her cheeks flush with a simple smile.  It’s another man that every ounce of her soul is longing for.

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FIC: The light that shrivels a mountain, chapter 1

Pairing: eventually a slow burn Sara Ryder/Harry Carlyle story
Summary They will need new terms for everything now, a whole new vocabulary for their existence. Sara Ryder and Harry Carlyle try to get their bearings in a new galaxy as they find themselves closer to each other than they ever expected.

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Who you should fight: The Raven Cycle Edition
  • Gansey: who wins: you, he probably lets you beat him up then takes you home and gives you his room to sleep in and then bandages ur bruised knuckles, but ronan lynch will definitely come after you for hurting gansey so you probably dont want to fight him
  • Blue: who wins: her, she will drop kick your ass so hard you will feel it for a week, and she isnt afraid to destroy you with just her words so you might start crying even before the fight,btw she has a pink switchblade and she likes to use it so watch out, also her mom's boyfriend is a hitman so he might just kill you for hurting her feelings, and she's friends with ronan so like be careful
  • Adam: who wins: him, dont fight him just dont, he works 3 jobs let him live and he is probably super strong from working at the mechanics also have you read trk all the characters in trc will come after you and his boyfriend ronan will fuck you up if you lay a hand on parrish
  • ronan: who wins: lmao, fam he will fuck you up, this kid street races and has a raven that will bite you if you even touch him also he is always getting into fights and he wins all of them. but lets be real he probably started the fight by saying something stupid but he will still fuck you up also he is referred to as The Snake, like dont fight him unless you are trying to die
  • noah: who wins: you, dude he's dead, like he definitely lost forsure but why would you fight him, like he's so pure, his best friend killed him and he wasn't even angry with him, so if you fight him you're an asshole and ronan lynch will come after you, blue stab you with her switchblade, adam will probably suffocate you with leaves or some shit and gansey will just give you a longass lecture about not hurting his friends so dont fight him
More Than Just The Spare (Adam Milligan/Reader One-Shot)

Originally posted by imagineseverywhere

Imagine: Imagine Saving Adam From The Pit

Theme Song: More Than Just The Spare (Frozen Deleted Song)

Summary: After being rescued by a hunter, Adam develops a crush on his savior, although he struggles to believe he’s more than just a spare Winchester to her.

A/N: For @desiringspnimagines’s contest!

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Rylie had just gotten home from her shirt at work. Never did she come home happy because she wasn’t proud of what she did, but it was something that paid the bills. She saw her daughter asleep on the couch, and her boyfriend right beside her. She smiled softly, seeing the two people that made her the happiest. She walked over to Adam and kissed his forehead as she sat on the armrest of the sofa. “How’d she do today?” She asked as she looked at her boyfriend. “Thank you for watching her again. I’m so sorry for having you watch her so much.” Rylie felt  bad that she had her boyfriend take care of her daughter while she worked.

the innocence of the line, “Well, how will I know?” kills me every time because adam legit does not know how or when to express his feelings to belle even though he really wants to.
also, he doesn’t know what it feels like to be in love with someone, so part of him wasn’t even sure whether he was truly in love. lumiere asks, “You care for the girl, don’t you?” and he answers yes, but he can’t help but wonder ‘is that love or is it something more?’
i really believe adam doesn’t truly realize he is completely in love with belle until he lets her go. it’s that moment when he’s watching her leave and he lets out that really sharp exhale and you just see the pain on his face. that’s the actual second he realizes that he was in love with her but he just freed her and now she may never come back.
he didn’t know he was in love until it hurt.

okay, so headcanon that Ronan knows how to ballroom dance. and of course that means he’s got to teach Adam at some point.

so like what if the group is at Monmouth on a Friday evening or something, and maybe there’s a school dance coming up (or maybe it’s going on right now at Aglionby and they aren’t there bc Adam didn’t realize there was one and Ronan figured since Adam never brought it up that he probably didn’t want to go, and Gansey and Blue actually did go but Blue found out quickly that High Society isn’t actually as entertaining as TV makes it out to be, it’s actually just a bunch of boring kids out-boring each other dropping names and arguing over Ivy League schools. and they didn’t even have chips or soda).

so maybe they ditched the dance and they’re just goofing around at Monmouth, dressed to the nines. and Ronan gets out his booze stash bc friends share with each other and Blue’s curfew’s extended bc of the dance, and so they’re all a little tipsy and listening to Ronan’s shitty music.

and then Noah grabs the ipod and puts it on a classical playlist. and they clear Gansey’s maps away to open up the floor and Gansey asks Blue if she would care to have this dance? and Blue snorts in his face and takes his hand and spins him around until they both fall over.

and Adam’s just hugging his beer laughing at Blue and Noah who are both watching Blue’s dress twirl.

and Ronan sorta elbows Adam’s side until he gets up and they’re standing across from each other and so Adam puts his arms around Ronan’s neck, prom-style. but Ronan corrects him, putting Adam’s right arm around his back and taking Adam’s left hand in his saying, you lead. and Adam’s in mild awe as Ronan taps at his feet to tell him which one to move and they’re just doing a simple box step but Adam’s mind is blown (so maybe he’s really tipsy).

and then the music switches to Tchaikovsky’s Sleeping Beauty waltz and Adam’s starting to get the hang of this dancing thing now. and maybe they’re not quite in time with the music but they’ve got the steps going and they’re both watching their feet. and then softly, gently, Ronan starts singing along. I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream…

and at first Ronan doesn’t notice the change in atmosphere, but then Adam’s missing the steps and Ronan looks up and everyone’s staring at him. and Blue’s sitting on the couch looking at him slightly agape, the fuck? and he thinks he hears Noah sigh and he’s just like, what? what the hell?

and Blue’s all, I didn’t know you could sing! and Noah shushes her, no you made him stop! keep singing! and Gansey’s doing the proud dad thing bc, of course, he was around for Ronan’s acoustic guitar phase.

and Ronan’s just like, you guys are fucking weirdos but then he looks at Adam and Adam is just completely gone for him, poor drunk bastard. but Ronan’s been completely gone for Adam for forever, so in Ronan’s head he’s just like, well I guess this is it. this is the song we’ll dance to at our wedding.

and then Smashmouth comes on the ipod and ruins everything bc Ronan is a fucking meme.

First Kiss

Originally posted by inter-somniac

Requested by lukeybabe26

“Can I have a Teen Wolf imagine when I have my first kiss with Theo and I get all shy and nervous around him?”

Warnings: Fluff


You had never been kissed.

There it was out in the open. 

You were seventeen and had never been kissed. Sometimes it felt like you were the only seventeen year old who hadn’t locked lips with someone.

You can call me old fashioned but I want my first kiss to be special. Not some stupid dare or a grade dance slobber fest. I wanted it to be with someone special, someone I actually liked. 

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#63 Momma's boy

Louis: “C'mon Clayton,” Louis said, jogging down the stairs in his soccer uniform. “Let’s hurry outside. The other boys will be over in a bit and we can play a quick game before it rains.” “But dad,” The eight year old whined. “I’m helping mom right now.” “I’m sure she can handle it on her own, Clay. The sun won’t wait for us.” “Go on, Clay. It’s alright. I can finish making the cookies myself. I don’t mind.” Clayton shook his head, determined to stay and help his mother make cookies rather than play soccer. “You can stay if you want Clayton,” Louis interjected. “I’ll be outside if you want to join me.”

Liam: “C'mon boys, if you want to go with Daddy for his bands’ practice,  we have to leave now.” The two boys groaned but trudged into the kitchen with Liam. “Can’t we stay here, Dad?” Ben said, giving Liam his best puppy dog face which he had inherited from Liam. “Your mother needs a break. She’s already 6 months pregnant and she needs a break from all of us.” “But we wanna take care of her,” Adam said, trying to convince Liam to let them spend the day with you. “Can’t we stay here, please?!” Liam sighed but nodded. “Go on but you better not tire her out. She needs her rest. Now, go on before I’m late.” He said, shooing the boys to go visit their mother.

Niall: Niall watched in awe you held your son, Lucas. He was barely 2 hours old but Niall was convinced that he’s be a momma’s boy. “Look at that, he’s already taking after me.” You looked up at Niall, a smile seemed to be painted on your face since you had finally met your son. “How so, Niall?” “He loves his mother so much already.” He says, reaching forward to caress your cheek with his thumb. “Can’t say I blame him though. He’s got the perfect mother. I think he likes you more than he likes me!”

Zayn: You were sitting on the floor, your twin sons, who were only five years old, sitting in front of you as they colored. Zayn stumbled through the doorway and chuckled at the sight of his family on the floor. “What are you tree doing?” He laughed, leaning against the door frame as he observed you. “We’re drawing mommy.” Sam, the younger twin, said while Dean, the older twin, focused all of his attention on making his drawing of you perfect. “Yeah,” Dean chimed in, biting his lip in concentration. “We gotta make her look perfect.” “But she already looks perfect, right boys?" Zayn said approaching you and leaning down to ruffle Sam’s hair. "Duh, but it’s hard to draw that so that’s why we need to focus!”

Harry: By the time Harry got home, it was almost midnight. He expected his family to be asleep in bed but was shocked when he saw his wife and son, Jordan, asleep on the couch. Jordan fell asleep on your chest and Harry felt his heart swell at the scene before him. The credits of his favorite movie, The Lion King, was playing as you both slept. Quietly, Harry moved and lifted his 6-year-old son into his arms. “Mommy.” The boy groaned as he was being moved. “She’s asleep buddy. She’ll see you in the morning though.” The boy seemed content with that answer and fell back asleep as Harry placed him in bed before going back downstairs to carry you up to bed with him.

Bellarke Week Day 4 - Smut

Fire and Ice

Bellamy + Clarke⎜OS⎜Modern AU⎜Smut


The air is still and oppressive, thick with the midday heat. It’s hard to breathe, to think straight when it gets like this. Outside the wide open windows the city below is uncharacteristically quiet, like the whole world is trying to move as little as possible.   

“How’s your head?” he drawls, sliding down on the sofa next to her, ice cubes clinking softly in his glass. 

“How’s the air conditioning?” she snaps back, too hazed to even turn her head to give him a chastising look.   

He chuckles softly, patting her gently on the leg. The air con has been out of commission for less than a day, but it’s already more than she can bear. She’s not built for extreme heat, her skin is flushed and sticky, and she’s this close to cutting all her hair off. 

He seems mostly unaffected, almost cheerfully going about his normal routine of studying and working on his thesis, his only concession to the rising temperatures is abandoning his t-shirt and dropping chunks of ice into his water glass.   

Normally she’d perk up at the sight of bare skin, but instead she’s hopelessly sprawled out on the sofa, burning up in only a loose tank top and panties.   

“You’re too hot,” she complains when his hand grows warmer against her skin.The man is like a damned furnace, which she’s come to appreciate in the winter months, but the way his body pulsates with heat is overwhelming to her senses most of the time, practically unbearable right now. 

“Too hot, eh?”   

She can hear the smirk in his voice but she refuses to rise to the bait, she’d much rather wallow in her own discomfort. He doesn’t back down though, leaving his hand in place, slowly letting it glide up her thigh.   

“Bell…” she warns, squirming in her seat as his hand travels dangerously high.  

“Babe…” he argues, like he’s already winning, cause he knows that name weakens her defences. 

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The Tauradonna thoughts are still strong. *shakes fist* So to appease them a bit, I rewatched the scene where Blake is talking about Adam to Yang.

And now I’m more convinced than ever that Blake left Adam because he jumped on board the “Kill All Humans” train and showed no signs of getting off.

When Blake starts getting into specifics about how he changed, she says it was little things that added up: Accidents. Self Defense. Etc. Blake didn’t come right out and say it, but after thinking about the Black Trailer and Adam’s “What about them?” response to killing the human passengers, I’m pretty sure those events she’s describing were human deaths.

So when you add this all up together you get: “Adam started killing people “on accident”, then he kept killing people in “self defense”, and eventually he gave up/stopped bothering with excuses when they were on the train together, so she got the heck out of dodge.”

Doesn’t mean she stopped loving the guy, she just saw a downward spiral and got out before she watched him head straight forward into advocating the genocide of humanity and/or became a full-fledged, cold blooded killer.

Blake cared too much about him to see him turn into that monster up close.

On a side note: I think Adam gave those excuses about killing humans as much to convince himself he was in the right to kill those people as he was trying to comfort Blake, but eventually got the current point where Adam is clearly at the level of: Screw it. Humans deserve to die.

“Emotional Sheldon” - Anonymous. I wasn’t sure which emotion you were looking for so I went with happy/love :))))

Silence filled the apartment as the television was switched on. Everyone had gathered to watch the grand premiere of Wil Wheaton and Adam Nimoy’s television documentary on the lifetime of Leonard Nimoy.

Sheldon was particularly excited and had been keen to point out that he was making an appearance in it to anyone who would listen. Unfortunately for him, not many people were listening.

Now that the whole gang had sat down to watch it together, Sheldon’s nerves overcame him.

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specspectacle  asked:

Congrats on your finals being done! For a prompt or two, how about the Mystery Skulls end up with a litter of kittens and their mamma who adopts Mystery as co-parent. Or the Mystery Skulls investigate a haunted dude-ranch, now who's up for some horseback riding?

Hnggg I wanna do both of them. Here’s the kitten one for now.

“Mystery?”

The dog had paused in their dash home, making Vivi cringe. It was pouring down rain and usually Mystery hated getting wet. At least she had her umbrella but even that was proving useless in this wind. Curse her need to stay late at the bookstore! “What’s the matter? Come on, we gotta go!”

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Jump the Shark - Part 1

Word Count: 3679

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Language, SPN stuff

Series Rewrite Masterlist


Lying on Dean’s chest listening to his heart beat all night in the front seat of the Impala was calming, but sleep never came. All of you were too tired to keep driving so Dean pulled the car over by a lake in the middle of nowhere for some sleep. Sam took the backseat and Dean took the front, laying you down on top of him.

It was daylight now and you were watching Sam as he sat on the hood, brushing his teeth. You wanted to go sit with him, maybe talk while Dean was asleep, but you couldn’t tear yourself away from Dean. You thought that moving might wake him up, so you stayed there, playing with a loose piece of fabric on his shirt until he woke up on his own.

“Hey.” He grunted and kissed your head. “Mornin’.”

“Morning.” You plastered on a smile and did your best not to look as exhausted as you felt. He twisted around and opened the door, where he’d been leaning, and almost dumped himself onto the ground. You caught the back of his neck with your hands and pulled him back up. “You should sit up before you open doors.” You giggled.

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