Allison hangs up with Niara, feeling justified in her anger. Nico and Remy wanted her to understand, Lala wanted her to calm down and allow time to heal. Only Niara understood that Allison was livid. Her anger was a fire consuming her. She needed to see Ivory, and pull the woman into the flames with her.
Allison tries to walk past Nico when she sees him in the hall outside of Lala’s room. He pulls her away before she can reach the guest room door.
Nico: Allie. Why? Why did you do that with Angelina?
Allison: I’m not entertaining this conversation.
He doesn’t allow her to pass.
Nico: You are. Talk to me. What possessed you to almost get Ivory fired?
Allison snaps: You’re a smart man, worth almost a billion dollars, Nico. Figure it out.
Nico: Allison, I’m begging you to calm down. I know you. You’re letting this eat you up. Calm down and talk to me. Please. Let me comfort you.
Allison shouts: What don’t you f*cking understand, Nico? I don’t want to talk to you! You’re the last person I want to talk to. You caused this! This knife in my heart? You plunged it there! So why would I want to seek comfort from the person who destroyed me?
Nico: Fine. But this is between US. We need to deal with this. Not Lala, not Remy, not Ivory, not Angelina and especially not my daughter. So stop pulling everyone into our situation.
“I’m letting Y/N sing a song with me today,” Jensen chuckled into the mic as he got situated in his chair with his guitar. I stood next to him behind my microphone stand and waved out to the fans as they clapped. “Only because she begged me to.”
“Not true,” I sang, then smiled over at him as he began playing the opening chords to “Wild Horses” by The Rolling Stones. As I kept smiling over at him, he sent me a wink, “Don’t mess up.”
He laughed at that and stopped playing while his shoulders shook, causing me to laugh with him. “This is why we don’t sing together.”
“I swear I could say the word ‘potato’ and Jensen would crack up.”
He laughed again with all of his body and I nodded knowingly, giving the crowd a look as they laughed along with us.
“I can’t believe you people pay to see this guy,” I joked as he started playing again.
He laughed while shaking his head, “I can’t believe you said ‘yes’ when I asked you to marry me.”
My eyes went wide, as that had not been revealed yet. “Jensen!”
We never got to play the song, as the crowd wouldn’t stop screaming long enough for us to try.
The rain breathes a chill into the room. It calls for socks and pajamas and hoodies two sizes too large. Otabek clicks the stove flame to life. A yawn. A sigh. Yuri's perched on the windowsill with Potya kneading his lap, watching drops race down the glass. Even when sleepy,Yuri feels his gaze. It's a secret touch he always meets with a smile. There it is again, crinkling his eyes into something tender. Otabek presses a cup of something sweet and warm into his hands and lets that be his kiss.
this touches me on a spiritual level
this writing was so therapeutic and beautiful that I could literally see everything you are describing.
Calloused hands grip your hips from behind as you feel a hard body drape itself over your bent form. A deep voice vibrates through you as he Gladios growls into your neck. "Hello there beautiful, I couldn't help but notice that you were bent over so nicely for me. That lovely ass of yours just begging for attention. I hope you can hold that position because I'm gonna give you the ride of your life."
SWEET BABY JEEBUS
*freezes in bent over position*
Well, Gladio, I know you don’t take me for a common thot, like I’ll just let you have your way with me whenever you feel like trapping me against your rock hard body and your equally hard…
IMPORTANT QUESTION. Vampires aren't suppose to enter a premise without being invited right? What if a hermit vampire was living in his falling apart old castle and some fuck bought it as a "fixer upper", would the vampire just glitch out on to the lawn or would he be okay since he lived there before?
Okay so this would depend on where you are in the world, and whether or not they had squatters rights (can’t be evicted and can apply for legal ownership of place once they have been there for X amount of years) but I mean, the dude owns the place, even if it is a run down mess he was still there first and there’s probably some ancient land ownership law which can’t be overwritten by modern laws (you find all sorts of weird things are still technically legal cause no one bothered to update the books since 1645) so basically whoever just bought this castle to turn it into a modern fixer upper, congrats, you also just bought yourself a vampire and he’s not going anywhere.
(Also now I kind of want to write this where a family buys it to turn it into a hotel/wedding venue and the kids find the vampire in the attic and he ends up being the weird uncle who gets roped into hilarious wedding related shenanigans?? Like
“Okay yes fine, you can host weddings here, but registrar only, no religious ones.” “But Theolodious, why?” “Really Sharon, really, do I have to spell it out for you. Really.”
“We really should increase the lighting for photographs, what about skylights?” “No.” “But—” “How about I just set all of you on fire while you’re trying to sleep.”
“Please, for the love of god, please don’t let people throw confetti or rice, I’m begging you.”
“Okay what’s our final head count for the night?” “107.” “Are you sure?” “Did I fucking stutter Steve?”
“Uncle Theo, why does the groom have “help me” on the bottom of his shoes, why is everyone laughing?.” “Because small one, humanity has failed collectively as a species and heteronormativity is a constructed lie designed to oppress over half the population for not conforming to arcane and chauvinistic ideals put in place by dead scholars who have long since turned to dust and have no place influencing modern society.” “…” “Permanence is an illusion.”
“Madame, flattering as your offer is for a quickie, you’re not my type.” “What is your type then?” ;) ;) ;) “O negative.”
“Whoo, what a day, I could eat a horse.” “Same.” “…” “…well obviously I’m not going to.”
“Theo…are you…are you crying?” “Yes.” “You big softie, I never thought someone like you would cry at a wedding.” “…I’ve lived a long life, Sharron. People come and go, the christening you bless will be the funeral you mourn in less than a century. But people keep saying “I love you”, that has to count for something.”
@avengerstories - The messages you sent me after editing this part let me know that I had successfully tugged on all of the right heartstrings, so thank you for that.
Whenever an uncomplicated task arises, people say it’s as easy to accomplish as breathing. The adage always made perfect sense to you whenever you heard it. Breathing is second nature. It can be done without having to think twice and, sometimes, it feels like certain tasks are the same way.
Today, that’s not the case. Standing here across from Bucky for the first time in weeks, you find that breathing is anything but easy. The air was knocked out of your lungs as soon as you stumbled upon the note he wrote on the canvas and you haven’t yet recovered. You have to keep reminding yourself to breathe, just breathe. But it’s hard. How are you supposed to remember to inhale and exhale in a moment like this?
“Are you going to say something?” You press, once the silence of the room becomes too unbearable. Your fingers curl tightly around the canvas as you wait for Bucky to speak. “Anything?”
Anonymous said: hii, could you possibly do a imagine where the reader is like really freaking shy, especially when jeff gives her hickies 😂 but then he like comfort her about it say that the reader doesn’t have to be shy? basically just a really sweet and loving jeff. thank you! 💓
your p.o.v ━
you were currently walking down the hall with one of your close friends, hannah baker. you were both quietly chatting about the long school day you had, both thanking god that it was friday.
as the both of you neared your locker, you saw your tall boyfriend jeff, leaning against it with a tired expression on his face.
“hi love,” he said, approaching you with open arms and a tired smile. you walked right into his strong arms, instantly wrapping your arms around the middle of his torso.
you were too short to reach his neck, even on your tiptoes. once you felt his arms wrap around you, he pulled you as close as possible against him mumbling a tired, “i love you.”
you grinned, pulling back a bit and tilting your head to gaze up at him. “i love you,” you whispered, biting your lower lip as both of your eyes stayed locked on each other.
“um, i should probably get going,” hannah laughed, making your eyes snap towards the brown haired girl, but you stayed in your position with jeff nonetheless.
“we still gonna go eat lunch tomorrow?” you asked, a small smile spreading across your plump lips. she nodded, “for sure, just text me when you wanna go.”
your eyes lit up, “absolutely,” you said, feeling jeff’s hands slowly make their way up and down the small of your back, rubbing you softly. you leaned your head down against his chest, still staring at hannah as she turned to leave.
“have fun you two!” she yelled, making her way out of the school. it was truly a blessing that there wasn’t a lot of kids left in the halls, most of them leaving as soon as the bell rung.
“you need anything in your locker?” you heard jeff mumble, then you felt him lightly kiss the top of your head.
you nodded, “yeah, come on,” you said, feeling your chest tighten as you pulled out of his strong embrace. he grabbed your small hand in his rather large one, walking towards your locker with you right on his heel.
“you still have practice?” you questioned, knowing you would have to walk home alone.
jeff sighed, “yeah, we didn’t have practice on wednesday so coach is making us practice today.”
you pouted, “that sucks, i wanted you to come over,” you said, stopping right in front of your locker, then quickly focusing on opening it. you sucked at opening your locker, usually jeff or hannah doing it for you since you always messed up the combination.
you felt jeff’s eyes on you, watching you struggle, but you were determined to open it this time on your own.
it took you a good three tries, before finally hearing the lock click as you swung your locker door open. “finally!” you huffed, rolling your eyes. you heard jeff’s deep chuckle, making your eyes snap up towards the jock. “what?” you asked, your eyebrows furrowing in question.
he shook his head, “nothing, nothing. you’re just so adorable,” he said softly, giving you a toothy smile. you blushed, turning your head back towards your locker and getting the book you would need to do your homework over the weekend.
“you’re handsome,” you spoke softly, almost mumbling. you were always shy around jeff, but he didn’t mind. in fact, that was one of his favorite things about you, besides your laugh. your little laugh drove him insane, always making him laugh with you even if nothing was funny.
you tensed up slightly, feeling your boyfriend move behind you and wrap his arms around your waist. jeff leaned down, placing a small, but gentle kiss against your sweet spot. you ran your tongue over your lips, tilting your head to the side, your eyes fluttering close.
“i’m going to be so late to practice,” he breathed against your neck, but as soon as the words left his mouth, he started harshly sucking on your sweet spot.
your eyes snapped open, before you relaxed your entire body, causing your full body weight to lean against jeff.
a soft, little moan escaped your wet lips, jeff’s arms traveling to your stomach, lifting up your shirt and gently letting his fingers stroke over your stomach.
this instantly caused you to release a small giggle, your body squirming against him. he laughed too, giving your neck a final kiss before pulling away, as if nothing ever happened.
you looked around nervously, not seeing anyone besides you and jeff, which you were thankful for.
you turned to look back at your boyfriend, noticing his eyes already on you with a small, cheeky smirk on his lips.
you avoided eye contact with him, feeling your face heat up. “you shouldn’t have done that,” you huffed, trying your hardest to look annoyed.
jeff laughed loudly, his laugh echoing throughout the hallway. “you’re so stubborn love,” jeff teased, while looking down at you with twinkling blue eyes.
you glared at him, “how am i stubborn?”
“well,” he started, “the fact that you’re so stubborn about me giving you a hickey because of your supposed ‘shyness’ for people seeing it makes you stubborn,” he stated, his tone sounding smart.
you felt yourself tense, a small frown appearing on your face. you couldn’t hold it in, you started rambling uncontrollably. “look, jeff, it’s not that i don’t want you to give me hickeys, it’s just that i don’t want people seeing it and then later on thinking all we do is-”
jeff suddenly cut you off, his lips pressed roughly against yours. you kissed him back, putting as much passion into the kiss. you felt jeff’s tongue swipe across your bottom lip, almost begging to invade your sweet, little mouth.
you opened your mouth slightly, both of your tongues swirling around one another’s, searching each other’s mouths. you moaned, letting the thick textbook that you had in your hand drop to the floor, making a loud sound as the book hit the floor.
you jumped, gasping as jeff pulled away, his eyes swimming with lust and most importantly, love.
“you don’t have to worry about anyone else’s opinions,” he whispered, his lips wet with your saliva. “it’s just you and me baby,” he continued, staring you dead in the eyes.
your heart melted, a small smile spreading across your lips. “i love you,” you whispered, your hands making their way up his chest, then moving towards his shoulders, gripping them tightly.
jeff smiled, “i love you most.”
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this is my first imagine for this blog, and there will be plenty more to come! also, please be patient, i have over 25 requests that i need to do, and all will be up asap! thank you!
“You can’t be serious Y/N, it wasn’t even my fault.” You ignored Jimin’s voice as you stormed away from him and walked into the kitchen. The only thing you wanted to do right now was get away from him, but it seemed that no matter how far you got from him he would just appear right behind you again.
“Yes, Jimin, I am serious. What would make you think otherwise?” Your tone was bitter, anger flooding through you and exiting in the form of words. There was no other way for you to release it so you just had to deal with trying your best to stay calm and not completely flip out on your boyfriend. Jimin sighed loudly before speaking again, causing you to turn around and look at him.
“She was just a fan, fan’s get close. It’s not my fault.” He argued. You rolled your eyes, feeling more anger rise at the fact that he was trying to defend himself over this. The picture had been all over twitter and it seemed that ARMY’s were going crazy over it. They had been tweeting it at you, waiting for some kind of reaction, but you held back until the moment he got home and you could confront him about it.
“It’s your fault that you didn’t try to ask her to move, and it’s your fault that you didn’t mention me, you know, your girlfriend.” You said.
“God you always get like this.” Jimin’s tone surprised you, and you couldn’t help but feel a little taken aback by his words. There wasn’t anything about it that was very different, just a slight undertone of frustration that you weren’t used to. Jimin was always calm with you, even now while you were practically yelling at you he was keeping his normal tone.
“What do you mean I always get like this?” You asked.
1) “Well.” They stepped closer, trailing their hands down the other’s chest. “They do say you should know your enemies. And, believe me, before this week is out I’m going to learn everything there is to know about you. All your weaknesses, everything that makes you tick, all your sensitive little buttons.” “Now, now. You have to at least buy me dinner first. It can be your consolation prize for losing.”
2) “You have to get better, okay?” They kicked the side of the hospital bed. “It’s no fun when I can’t crush you.” “That nearly sounds like concern.” “It’s the medication, it’s giving you delusions.”
3) “You’re going down.” “On you? Let’s not pretend you could handle that without begging. We’re pretending you have dignity, remember?”
4) “Anything you can do,” they sang in an annoying voice, “I can do better. I can do anything-” the kiss shut them up. Blanked their brain with the flare of want, of heat spreading through their chest. After a moment, they kissed back eagerly, only for their rival to pull back, teasing. Lips ghosting without satisfaction. “Can you kiss me better than that? Because oh my god the look on your face right now.” They pounced.
5) “You know, for people who apparently hate each other, you spend an awful lot of time getting up close and personal.” “I don’t hate them, I hate losing to them. And everyone know closeness is used to establish physical dominance.” “Yeah, yeah, sure. And what do the longing looks establish?”
If you leave negative or discouraging comments on people’s positive ship posts, i.e. “THEYRE OBVIOUSLY JUST FRIENDS!!”, or “YOURE STUPID FOR SHIPPING THIS!!”; please don’t. We’re just having fun, and truly that’s what shipping (canon, crossovers, or multi) is all about. Just ignore it and move on. It’s not hurting you. Yikes.
A/N: This is requested. I’m not sure how I feel about this, but here you go, then I might just delete it later.
Word count: 2,536
“Are you watching me sleep again?” I asked, covering
my face with my palms.
I still didn’t open my eyes, nor did I unravel myself
from the comfy position under the warm blanket.
Sundays were for staying in bed. At least that was my
opinion. Shawn on the other hand, had a hard time spending his time doing absolutely
nothing. Usually, he would go to the gym early in the morning, before I’d even
opened my eyes.