but we should not wait for our fortune to comes to us

High for This

High for This by evansrogerskitten

Dean x Reader x Sam, John x Reader

A witch’s curse hexes the three Winchester men and reader, leading to a night of desire that would change things forever.

Warnings: Explicit, Smut, Voyeurism, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Threesome (NO Wincest), Fingering, Language, Dom!John, discussion of being high, dirty talk, orgasm denial, squirting, spanking, mention of a panic attack, Feels, A lil fluff, lack of protection, canon divergence. To be clear- the characters have all consented to all sexual acts in this story. 

Word Count: 8408 | On AO3 | This is inspired by the song High for This by The Weeknd, and my first song for @mrs-squirrel-chester Album Fanficfion Challenge. 

This fic had a mind of its own but I love it. I hope you do too :)


The Impala rolled into a parking space on the street and Sam killed the engine. I straightened the sleeves of my navy fed suit, and looked over at him.

“You really think she’s going to know anything?” Sam pestered, looking through the window.

“Witnesses said two of the victims had been here to see her for readings.” I responded, climbing out of the car. I patted my jacket pocket to make sure I still had my fake FBI badge. “She does readings on love and relationships.”

Sam rolled his eyes as we walked up the sidewalk to the old house.

“What if she’s really psychic then? She’ll know we’re hunters.” Sam suggested sarcastically as he looked over his shoulder to the street.

“Then we’ll improvise. It’ll be fine, Sam.” I responded, looking around the front porch. A bright Psychic Reader sign lit up the front window.

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Understanding the species Gentleman


You hear it everywhere these days: the term “gent” or “gentleman” has become ubiquitous in men’s magazines, blogs, and conversations. Videos welcome “gentlemen” and everybody seems to use the word for a wide range of men.
Some say that anything other than the traditional definition of a gentleman is a disappointment. Other claim that a gentleman must have staff and would never cook for himself.
Well I couldn’t disagree more – the definition of a gentleman has changed and for the better. Since the definition of a gentleman is so fundamental to what Gentleman’s Essentials stands for, I thought it was time to explain the way we understand what a gentleman is. For this excursion, I’d like to take you back…

The Origin
Hundreds of years ago, a gentleman was a man of high social position and wealth. Even dictionaries today point to this definition, as well as several others:
1. A chivalrous, courteous, or honorable man.
2. A polite or formal way of referring to a man.
3. A man of noble birth attached to a royal household
4. A man of good social position, especially one of wealth and leisure
5. A courteous title for a male fellow member of the House of Commons or the House of Representatives

So what does it really mean? There is much more to being a gentleman than mere courtesy; traditional acts of chivalry can come off as condescending, and “honor” is a highly relative concept.
These days, the title “gentleman” is no longer relevant as an indication of one’s refinement and character, as it was once assumed to be for men of wealth and title who didn’t have to work for a living.
In our opinion, the term is far more egalitarian, and these days, to say you are a gentleman means you have to earn it. Wealth and power are no longer enough, and in fact, they simply aren’t a relevant part of the modern definition. 

Money and position can’t buy you class or respect.

The Definition of a Modern Gentleman
The term is far more complicated, and we think it’s important to shed some light on why and how we use it, and why the definition of the modern gentleman matters.
We firmly believe any man can be a gentleman if he wants to be, but it’s not a small undertaking. It’s a journey, something that a man continually strives to be, rather than a destination. A gentleman is/ has:

1 A Gentleman Has Good Manners: Here, we agree with the dictionary. A gentleman is courteous, polite, and respectful. He says please and thank you, waits his turn in line, and treats others as they wish to be treated. He is an equitable conversation partner.

2 A Gentleman Has High Standards. High standards push people to do the best they can, and gentlemen set them for themselves. A gentleman expects a high standard of quality, value, and functionality from the things he buys to the things he does. He expects as much of himself as he does of other people.

3 A Gentleman is Well Dressed: This one shouldn’t be a surprise. A well-dressed man is appropriately attired based on the season, the occasion, and his own style. Dressing well isn’t a matter of money for a gentleman, but rather of careful curation of clothing and accessories based on his means, the occasion, and his tastes. His dress demonstrates that he recognizes the power of clothes the impression they make, and the role they play in society. Clothes are used to convey a gentleman’s respect for his host, his office, or for the host of an event, but not to shock, evoke jealousy, or show off. Dressing well is a point of pride for a gentleman because it demonstrates his personality and taste.

4 A Gentleman is Imperfect. This may be the most important characteristic on the list. The term “gentleman” isn’t meant to be an unattainable ideal; it takes into account basic human nature, in which we all make mistakes, choices, and judgments every day. The difference lies in that a gentleman does not believe himself to be perfect, but instead takes ownership and responsibility for the things he can control: his actions, knowledge, and approach to the world.

5 A Gentleman is Open Minded: A gentleman does not believe that his opinions and knowledge are complete and unquestionable. He strives to learn, is open to new ideas, accepts constructive criticism, and welcomes failure as a path to growth and self-awareness. A gentleman does not argue purely for the pleasure of being right but focuses on is able to put himself in other people’s shoes for the purposes of understanding an alternate perspective from his own.
he person who cut you off on the highway may have received bad news; a friend may not respond to your call because they are behind at work – a gentleman tries not to jump to negative conclusions about other people.

6 A Gentleman is Interesting and Informed: These days it is easy to get lost in the cycle of sleep-work-netflix-repeat that deprives people of anything interesting to say. An interesting man can successfully carry a conversation about a number of subjects, is interested in the world around him and how it works, and actively seeks to grow his knowledge for his own character building and enjoyment. Hobbies and personal interests reveal his passions and his engagement with activities that are meaningful to him.

7 A Gentleman’s Actions Match His Words. Quite simply, a gentleman makes promises that he intends to keep.

8 A Gentleman Treats People with Respect: When we say people, we mean everyone – women, colleagues, superiors, waitstaff and customer service people. This reflects a gentleman’s belief that all people are created equal; he does not claim to have more or fewer rights than those around him. He is compassionate with those less fortunate than himself. He doesn’t believe that the world is a zero-sum game, nor does he believe that putting someone else down will lift him up.

9 A Gentleman Recognizes the Difference Between Arrogance and Confidence. If an arrogant man who believes himself to be of superior importance relies on his opinion of himself relative to others. A gentleman believes in himself and his abilities independently of other people. An arrogant man must always win to feel validated while a gentleman self-validates from within. 

10 A Gentleman Wields Power Purposefully. Though there are many potential sources for the statement “with great power comes great responsibility,” there is an inherent truth in it for a gentleman. If he is in a position of power, he combines all of the above traits to utilize that power purposefully and not selfishly. Not for revenge, not for his own personal gain, and not in a way that tramples the rights of others.

So why does this all matter? It matters because being a gentleman sets a high bar for men, us included, to actively work towards every day. Rather than being a destination, it’s an aspiration that comes from the lifetime pursuit of personal betterment, self-awareness, and motivation.
The highest achievement is to be recognized as a gentleman by those around you, since at it’s core it is an honor conferred only by other people. We use the term gentleman frequently, and we think it should mean something. It’s not just a way to address other men; it’s a statement about who we are and who we want to be.

The Challenges of Being a Gentleman in Everyday Life
While all of this sounds admirable, living up to those ideals day in and day out can become quite challenging at times. When a man is in a bad mood, stressed or tired, he may say or do things that are out of character. In those situations it is important to apologize to others and if it is sincere people will accept it. I know what I am talking about because I certainly have my fair share of ungentlemanly failures.

I Don’t Mean It (pt 10)

The boys eventually went back to the dorm once they realized that Taehyung probably wasn’t coming back. Namjoon filled everyone in on what went down, expecting Taehyung to probably come find you.

What no one was expecting though was the slump they found Taehyung in just an hour after the whole ordeal at your apartment. Initially, when they found the entire apartment dark, they figured that he was back at your place, finally having things figured out and just hanging out. But when Yoongi opened the door to his shared room with Taehyung, he found Taehyung curled up into a ball on his bed, tears flowing down his face void of any expression.

The boys tried to console him, putting the pieces together of what probably went down. It didn’t take a genius to see that things had gone from bad to worse. All Taehyung could say was “She won’t forgive me” over and over again.

Eventually, the boys left the room, deciding to give him some space. Well, most of the boys. Jimin stayed back and closed the door after the other five boys left.

“How could you do that?” he asked after a little bit, sitting down on the bed across from Taehyung’s. “How could you have believed manager hyung?” Jimin asked, his voice getting slightly louder.

Taehyung couldn’t answer. He didn’t know why he believed his manager instead of you. “Is it because you know hyung longer than Y/N?” he asked again, but still no answer.

“Dammit Taehyung answer me. Don’t you know how much pain you’ve put her through? You don’t get to sit here and cry about it now” Jimin said angrily.

“I DID TRY” Taehyung finally said back, startling Jimin a little. “I did try. I went to her apartment. But…But she won’t forgive me. Why should she? Jimin, she’s fucking moving because of this. I…I’ve lost her” Taehyung said, a fresh batch of tears falling from his eyes.

“W-what? She’s moving? But…but she’s friends with all of us. She..she wouldn’t leave all of us” Jimin said as if it was a fact.

“She probably thinks that you all feel the same way I did. That you won’t believe her” Taehyung said,

“But we would believe her. I would believe her..she can’t just leave like that. Tae…listen Taehyung…you have to fix this. Y/N is someone who has become precious to all seven of us and is not someone we should let go so easily. She’s especially special to you. We all know how you feel about her. And god we all know how she feels…well felt…about you. You have got to fix this.” Jimin said, placing a hand on Taehyung’s shoulder.

“You mean, she felt the same way about me?” Taehyung asked slowly.

“God you both are so blind. Yes, of course she felt the same way you idiot” Jimin said while laughing. “Look, she obviously cares a lot about us, you especially. I’m sure she’ll come around eventually, but you can’t just give up already because if you do, you really might lose her forever Tae. For now, we’re going to have to convince her to not move. After that, I’ll help you figure things out with Y/N. We’ll all help. I want you both to be happy.” Jimin said, finally standing up.

“Thanks…Jimin” Taehyung said as he wiped his tears away. Jimin was right, if he was going to get you back, he had to keep trying. Giving up after this one time wasn’t going to do anyone any good.


Jimin and Taehyung had rounded up all the boys to help them. And within a few minutes, the boys had come up with a way to at least stop you from moving…or at least to put it off.

Taehyung remembered that you were expecting someone at the door, and he thought it might have been the rumors. So, he sends out Jungkook waiting outside their door. And as expected, the movers come up pretty soon. Jungkook managed to stop them and send them back, telling the movers that they were no longer needed.

You stood inside your apartment with your eyes still red from crying before. After finally getting back to your feet, you realized that the movers were getting quite late. You call them, only to find out that they thought you canceled. They were quite pissed as they had come all the way, so they refused to schedule you in for another appointment.

“Great, just great,” you thought. It had taken you a while to find a trustworthy company to help you move, but now it seemed like you would have to try harder. As you fumbled browsed on your phone to find a new company, you heard the doorbell ring. You anxiously walk to the door, half expecting Taehyung again. But to your surprise, you find Yoongi.

You open the door, nervous about what he had to say. “Hey Y/N…mind if I come in?” he asks with a small smile.

You let him in and he stands just past the door, taking in the view in front of him. Everything was thrown about or in a cardboard box. 

“Ah, so you’re really leaving us huh?” he asked.

“Yeah…I think it’s…it’s for the best oppa” you say back.

“Y/N, you don’t have to leave. We know what happened” Yoongi says, turning back to look at you. “We know what happened, and I’m sorry that things turned out the way they did. But…but you shouldn’t leave because of that! We’ve all grown fond of you…too fond maybe. And you leaving would really make us all upset….especially Taehyung” he said carefully.

“Look, I’m not here to tell you to forgive him…although that would be nice….” he said, trailing off. “But at least, don’t punish us all by leaving ok? We’d really miss you, squirt” he said, running his hands through his hair. He always did that when he was embarrassed, you noted months ago.

“Oppa…I don’t know if things will ever be the same with Taehyung again. I don’t want to leave you all either, but….I don’t know oppa” you say, crying again.

Yoongi was flustered, not knowing what to do since you were crying. “Y/N…I know that he should have believed you. But think about it from his shoes ok? What if someone told you that the boy that you’ve fallen in love with was just with you because of money?” he said. You never thought of that. Love? You stared at Yoongi in confusion. 

“Y/N he pushed you away and believed our manager because he had so much to lose if he was right. Squirt, that boy is so foolishly in love with you that he pushed you away in pure fear. He hurt you before you had the chance to hurt him. And I’m not saying that what he did was right, but I guess what I’m trying to say is that I don’t know if I would have done anything differently if I was in his position. It’s easy for me and the rest of the guys to believe you because we’re friends. We’d believe you in a heartbeat. But for Taehyung, you’re so much more. He didn’t want to be hurt like that again.” Yoongi finished. 

“A-Again?” you ask slowly.

“We’ve had lots of people approach us for the fame and fortune Y/N. It happens more than we care to admit. I guess that’s why it was so easy for Tae to believe it. But we’ve all been jaded because things like this have actually happened in the past. But I’d like to think that me and the rest of the guys have built our trust with you ever since we moved in. We’re glad we met you Y/N…so don’t move.” Yoongi said.

“Oppa…” you said, not knowing what to say.  

“Look, take your time. I just wanted to say this and give you something to think about. Forgive him, don’t forgive him….it’s all your choice…bu–” he started but you cut him off.

“I…I think I forgive him” you said, quietly. Yoongi’s words really got through to you. He was right, you never stopped to think about it from his position. And it hurt your heart knowing that the boys had been hurt in the past due to people getting close to them with alternative motives.

“Wait…seriously?” Yoongi asked, surprised.

“Yeah…why, were you expecting me to put up more of a fight?” You said, giggling.

“Well…kinda, but like…the guys are all sitting in our room trying to figure out ways for Taehyung to get you back…I guess I should just send Tae over then?” Yoongi said as he walked back to the door.

“Wait! Uh…how about you not tell them that I have forgiven him already. I kinda want to see what he does” you say with a smile on your face.

“uh, that’s kinda cruel don’t you think?” Yoongi said while laughing.

“Hey! I think I deserve that much, don’t you think oppa!” you say frowning.

“Ok ok. Fine, your secret is safe with me I guess” Yoongi said. “I’m glad you’re staying squirt..” he said, opening the door. 

“Me too oppa. Thanks for talking to me oppa, otherwise I don’t know what would have happened. And remember, don’t tell the rest of the guys!” you said as he heads out. 

“Yeah yeah, just don’t give him too hard of a time,” he says as he walks to his own door. 


The following days were spent with Taehyung constantly showing up at your door or at work with your favorite things. “I need you to know that I never been more sorry and that I won’t stop until you take me back as your friend Y/N” he would say frequently. 

It was getting harder and harder to keep a straight face because you wanted nothing more than to just run into his arms and tell him that everything was ok. But you wanted to keep your fun going a bit longer. And it seemed like Yoongi was enjoying it too.


At the end of the week, you walked to your door only to find Taehyung standing outside with a bouquet of your favorite flowers.

“Y/N!” he said excitedly as he saw you. You loved how his eyes lit up when he saw you. And before you could catch yourself, you smiled at him. “YOU SMILED. AT ME!” he jumped.

“Uh..what are you doing here Tae,” you asked.

“AND YOU CALLED ME TAE AGAIN!” he said, jumping even more. Dammit, you were slipping too much. “At this rate, you might just forgive me within the year,” he said, winking at you while giving you his infamous box smile. You felt your heart melt, and if there was even an ounce of hurt and anger left, it was certainly all gone now.

“For you….your favorites,” he said, handing you the bouquet of lilies. You took them in and took the scent of your favorite flowers. And as soon as your eyes went to meet his, you were pulled into a hug. You were stunned by the sudden contact, but you didn’t resist it. You missed his familiar scent and strong hold on you, too much to push him away.

“Please, don’t be so hard no me Y/N. I need you to know how much I care about you. I…I love you so much. And not just as a friend, but something more. And according to someone who’s name rhymes with Vimin, you felt the same way about me.” he said and you could feel yourself blush and heart race. Dang it Jimin.

“So…please take me back. I need you in my life Y/N, ever since I met you. I don’t want to waste any more time without you. I’ll spend the rest of our time together trying to make you forgive me, but please just let me know that there’s a chance for that. That I still have some space in your heart” Tae said, still holding you tightly. You could feel his increased heart race. 

But you couldn’t hold it in anymore and you let yourself giggle into his arms. He pulls away from you, slightly shocked. “What…was that too cheesy?” he asks as a slight blush appears on his cheeks.

“Just…just a little,” you say, still giggling. You take a moment to stop smiling and finally staring into his warm eyes. You walk closer him, missing his warmth that enveloped you just moments before. You hold onto the sleeves of his shirt, something you’ve always done when you wanted to be close to him. “But Tae…there is that chance,” you say as you smile warmly at him. “I actually…I actually forgave you that first day, after Yoongi oppa came and talked to me…” you say, finally revealing your little secret. 

“…what,” Taehyung said, utterly shocked. “You mean to tell me that you forgave me over a week ago, and I’ve been here sulking all week because I thought you would never forgive me! Y/N!” he whined, putting his hands on your waist as if it was the most natural thing. 

“Hey! Yoongi oppa knew too! I’m surprised he didn’t tell you sooner, I was wondering when he was going to break” you said as you began giggling again. 

“Wah, I guess I deserve that,” Taehyung said, smiling again. 

“What else did you have planned out though? I don’t know how much longer I could have pretended to be angry” you ask curiously. 

“I don’t even remember Y/n. Me and the boys planned so many things, I think I could write a book– ‘How to get your girlfriend to forgive you’ by Kim Taehyung” he said, laughing at his own words.

“Girl…girlfriend?” you asked, lifting up an eyebrow.

“Do I even have to tell you how I feel for you? I said earlier, didn’t I? I love you so much, sweet girl. And I’m pretty sure you like me too. So I really want to see where this relationship goes Y/N if you would give me the chance” he said, looking into your eyes lovingly. 

You could only lose yourself in his eyes. You had to give it to yourself though, for holding out the entire week without running back to Taehyung. “Of course,” you said, smiling back.

And within the next second, Tae placed his warm lips on yours. The kiss was everything you always dreamed it would be with him. Warm, sweet, and loving.

“EWW GET A ROOM!” you heard Jungkook call. Surprised, you both turn to see all 6 boys standing by their door, watching you both. 

“Yah Jungkook-ah! You shouldn’t have interrupted them!” Jin scolded.

“Oops,” Jungkook says, laughing. You giggle, still holding onto Taehyung.

You felt Taehyung slowly pull away from you. “Yoongi hyung… I think you and I need to have a talk” Taehyung says with a fake smile on his face.

“Run hyung!” said Hoseok.

“Oh shit,” Yoongi says as he runs back into this apartment with Taehyung chasing him. You couldn’t help but smile at the scene in front of you and your heart swelled with happiness. You were complete again.


A/N: Ok.. so this is the last part!! Thank you all so much for reading this and for all the support for this series. It has been absolutely great to see the response for this. I’ll be writing an epilogue for this sometime soon, so keep an eye out for it. But please let me know what you all thought of this series overall. Would you like to see future projects? 

Previous Parts: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9

Out Cold

Prompt: Prompt if its alright-Lance with narcolepsy?- anon

I had so much fun writing this, so thanks so much for the prompt! This is a one-shot, and even though the ask didn’t specifically ask for klance… it ended up in here because, as I’ve said before, I have no self control. It took a bit of an unexpected turn, but hopefully the anon likes it? And other people do? As always, feedback is appreciated!

oh and @taylor-tut if you want to read it, of course


Lance’s entire life was full to the brim with close calls.

Granted, fighting a war against a corrupt alien empire will have its share of near-death experiences. But, oddly enough, another type of close call worried him more.

Lance didn’t particularly want to die if he could avoid it, but he’d honestly prefer that to his teammates finding out.

And he knew there was a chance they wouldn’t judge him for it, wouldn’t think it made him less of a paladin. After all, Hunk didn’t care in the slightest. But there was always the chance that they would.

Lance had always prided himself on being able to hide things. And it was even easier to hide things from the team than his enormous, nosy family. 

His ideas, insecurities, homesickness, bisexuality… he’d learned to bury these things deep down inside himself and try to ignore them.

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Come On Closer [One-Shot // Roman Godfrey x Reader Imagine]

Originally posted by okeaanoos

Warnings: Adult Language, Minor Blood-Play, Tiny Hints of Domination / Submission Play, Sexual Themes / Smut. 

(Also, please ignore any and all spelling or grammar mistakes. I’ll probably spot most of them after I post as I usually do and fix them later.)

Author’s Note: Whoops… My hand slipped. *Shrugs innocently* It slipped and created way more than I had originally planned to create, to be honest. However, I’m hoping you’ll like this just as much as the original version I planned to create; since the premise is still the same regardless of the end result lol.

[This one-shot was inspired by this imagine scenario, which you can view here.]

Musical Inspiration: Come On Closer by: Jem [Side note: I’ve always loved this song for years – and now it has finally came in handy.]

Summary:

I had been his friend for years, and while that never bothered me, I also wished a part of him would see me differently. Nothing he said or did, ever surprised me at this point in our lives. That is, until one night when we had been drinking and he confessed something to me that would cause me to accidentally alter the course of our friendship forever…


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Loey; PCY

Member: Chanyeol - EXO

Genre: Fluff / Smut

Word Count: 5.2k

a/n: some inspiration came to me while I was listening to some music. The songs that gave me inspiration for the two instrumentals described in the following story can be found here: ♤  

enjoy everyone thank you for being patient, lots of love, Ace - ♤ 

summary: there’s nothing like good studio sex with your fellow producer boyfriend



Muses come to you at anytime of day.

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“Just play the damn game with me !” - Batmom x Damian

Damian is a brat, but I kinda want to hug him to death…Wait…Oh well, anyway, here’s a little story where Batmom (you) really wants to bond with the kid.

(My masterlist blog here : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com)

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You had gotten it printed into your brain. It was too late now, you couldn’t forget your idea, no matter what. Bruce knew, and didn’t try to stop you from doing what you were gonna do anyway. Besides, he thought it was cute.

What was your idea ? Simple. Damian never had a normal childhood. He was still a kid, only eleven…So he still had a chance at having somewhat of a normal childhood (if you put his nightly activities on the side…and the fact that he had been raised to be a killer).

Against all odds, you and Damian clicked pretty fast. He warmed up to you the fastest…He felt like you were the only one of the bat family not judging him in any way.  Also, you told him off when he was going to far, and he found that he couldn’t speak badly to you, that you had an effect on him that made him want to be nicer. Better…In a word, you quickly became his mommy.

He never really had an actual mother. Talia wasn’t exactly loving with him, and she did try to kill him a few times, succeeding once (a memory you don’t like to remember). You were the first one, even before Bruce or Dick, to make him feel loved and to make him feel what love really was…How could he resist that ?

The first time he called you “mom”, not “mother”, “mom”, you cried, and the poor boy thought he did something wrong. You explained to him that it was “happy tears”, but you’re not sure he understood. He gave you an awkward hug, and you couldn’t stop but smile. It’s that exact moment that forged the idea of trying to show him what a normal childhood was. But, even though he considered you his mom, he wasn’t going to make things easy for you and your plans.

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pineapple pizza || b.b

Relationship: AU!Bucky Barnes x f!Reader

Summary: Being forced into getting a personal trainer by your friend, you soon find yourself swooning for the man himself. 

Warnings: nothing except for cheesiness and corniness again!!!!

Word Count: 1.1k

A/N: I know nothing of Buck’s stance on pineapple pizza but I gave it a shot + excuse my horrible writing I haven’t written anything for over a year and I’m trying to get my mojo back because I miss it all!!! 

Originally posted by vibraniumdoll


“I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you,” you kept whisper-shouting to your best friend as you walked into the gym. 

“You’re just saying that,” she chuckled as you shot her a glare refusing to move any further into the gym.

“But I didn’t ask for a personal trainer,” you whined like a child reluctantly following her into the change rooms. 

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Yesterday Has Nothing On Today ~ Finn x Reader

The smell of fresh pancakes and vanilla woke you from your slumber. The space next to you where Finn should have been was empty. The curtains were open letting in the soft autumn sunshine, which was a rarity for October. Slowly, you sat up and smiled. It was your birthday. As soon as you remembered, you jumped up out of bed and put on your dressing gown and fluffy socks. Immediately you knew that yesterday would have absolutely nothing on today.

When you entered the kitchen in Finn’s house, you saw him putting the pancakes you could smell on plates and pouring tea into cups. He was smiling to himself as he did this, so lost in his own little world that he didn’t even notice you come in. With a smile that mirrored Finn’s, you cleared your throat. His head snapped up and his soft smile turned into a grin.

“My birthday girl!” He ran towards you and gave you a massive bear hug, “Happy birthday!”
“Thank you, Finn,” You kissed him lightly on the lips, “I could smell the vanilla.”
“Of course you could,” He said fondly, “So, the big one-seven today, huh?”
“Yep. I’m getting old.”
You and Finn took your breakfast to the table and sat down.
“You most certainly are. So old. Seventeen is the new eighty.”
“I know right.”
You both started laughing before beginning on your breakfast.
“So,” Finn said, “The plan for today is: we eat our breakfast that I so lovingly made because I am a fantastic chef, then you open your presents from me, and then…”
You were drawn in by Finn’s pause, “And then?”
“And then you’ll have to wait and see because it’s a surprise.”
“Damn.”
“All in due time, princess, all in due time. Now eat. You’ll need your strength.”

Once both of you had eaten, Finn cleared away the plates and told you to sit still and to keep your eyes closed until he told you otherwise. You could hear the shuffling of feet and bags being put on the table in front of you. After what felt like an eternity, Finn told you to open your eyes. When you did the first thing you saw was a shoe box wrapped in pastel purple wrapping paper. It had a massive bow on the top. There were little boxes wrapped in the same paper, a card in a shiny envelope and several other large packages but in cream paper. 

“I know you want to open the biggest one first but save it until last. And the card. Open that last too.”
“Noooooooo.”
“Yeeeesssss!”

You started on the smallest one which turned out to be a Pandora ring but he took it out of its bag so it was less conspicuous. He also got you a few of your favourite bands’ albums on vinyl and Stephen King’s new book that you had had your eye on since it came out. Pretty soon it was only the big box and the envelope left. As you reached for the box your heart lurched in your chest. It was quite heavy. You looked up at Finn and noticed that he was smirking and filming you on his phone. 

“Open it, Y/N!”

You pulled the paper off and screamed. It was a Doc Martens shoe box. You didn’t wait to open the lid. Under the tissue paper which was protecting the shoes was a brand new pair of the limited edition glitter boots. You stifled another scream. Immediately, you pulled them out of the box.

(You can imagine whatever you want in that box but I chose something I really want)

“FINN I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS!”
“Y/N, you still need to open the envelope.”

Finn was still filming which made you think that there was still another extravagant surprise waiting. You opened the card to read it when two tickets fell out. You stopped in your tracks and looked at Finn who was smiling like crazy. You picked them up and found that you couldn’t actually move from shock. They were plane tickets. To the Maldives. 

“Finn what did you do?”
“Spoiled you rotten that’s what I did. We’re going on holiday with Wyatt, Jaeden, Gaten, Millie, Sophia. Everyone. I told them all to come with us and they are.”
“Oh, my- Finn, these tickets are for tonight?!”
“I know. We leave after dinner.”

You jumped up into Finn’s arms. He put his phone down and lifted you up. Both of you were laughing. 

“Finn,” You said breathlessly, “You must have spent a fortune! You really shouldn’t have.”
“Don’t worry about any of that. I wanted to. Do you know why?”
“Why?”
“Because I love you.”
“I love you too.”
“Happy birthday.”

Finn kissed you, still smiling. You were right. Yesterday had nothing on today.


This is for @cxxl-gall as it’s her birthday today! HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOVELY! Enjoy xxxx

;great romances of the 21st century (m)

pairing kim seokjin x reader, highschool! Jin 
genre/warnings drama, fluff, smut, comedy 
words 12,799

:: summary in which you must tutor the most arrogant and pretentious jerk that ever existed, who can’t seem to concentrate on anything other than football, working out and girls… but then something changes and you find yourself thinking – maybe Kim Seokjin isn’t so bad after all?

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different titles ➙ p.j.m ➙ one

pairing: Jimin x Reader

genre: angst | fluff | smut | au 

warnings: language

summary: who would’ve thought Park Jimin, one of the richest kids in the world, would fall in love with a homeless one?

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Fallout 4: All Companion Swap Dialogues

So here are all the dialogues for swapping companions in Fallout 4, taken from both the game itself and the extracted dialogue files on the other Fallout Wiki. I thought I’d put them here since a lot of them are bugged in my game at least, especially X6′s dialogues. (Cut for length)

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The limits of violence: why Toffee won’t be defeated through force alone.

In this analysis, I’ll talk about the fight against Toffee in “Starcrushed,” compare it to “Storm the Castle” and “Into the Wand,” and discuss the implications of this comparison. This will be the first of two analyses I have planned for the season two finale. The second analysis will discuss the finale’s contrast between Moon and Star and include a breakdown of the narrative structure of both episodes. (The number of analyses may change based on whether or not I notice anything new between now and then.)

Since “Starcrushed” is still fresh in all our minds, let’s first go all the way back to the season one finale, “Storm the Castle.”

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Everdeen Vineyards

happy valentine’s day, just barely! here’s a little drabble that wouldn’t leave me, hope you enjoy <3


“Have you had a chance to look at the menu yet?” Katniss asked the back of the man’s head, her eyes already scanning the room to make note of the new patrons she still needed to greet. A steady flow of customers through the tasting room was keeping her busy–not that she was complaining. Not much, anyway.

The man turned around, and she snapped her gaze back to him, a polite smile fixing itself to her lips. “Not yet, I’m afraid.” He smiled, and her expression froze as she got a look at his face for the first time. “Hey, Katniss.”

It took an embarrassingly long moment for the synapses in her brain to fire, and her smile slipped. “Oh–Peeta?” Why she phrased it like a question, she didn’t know. Of course, it was Peeta. She’d recognize that face, with those blue eyes and that sweet smile, anywhere. She just hadn’t expected to see it here. “Oh my god–what–I mean, hi. Wow.”

He laughed slightly, and she felt herself blushing. She shook her head, forcing a laugh too. “I’m sorry. How are you?” she asked awkwardly. She wasn’t entirely sure of the protocol for greeting an old high school classmate who’d existed mainly on the periphery of her acquaintances. The last time she’d seen him was graduation 10 years ago.

“I’m good,” he said, sliding his hands into his pants pockets. “I just wanted to check this place out. I, ah, saw your post about it on Facebook.” He looked sheepish when he said that, and she blinked. She wasn’t sure how to feel about that–the fact that he could, and did, apparently, read her posts on Facebook. She’d accepted his friend request years ago in college without much thought; they weren’t friends or anything, but she’d received numerous requests from people she barely knew from high school over the years, so it hadn’t seemed too strange. Some–actually, probably most requests–she’d declined. She hadn’t seen the harm in adding him, though. She didn’t know him well, but Peeta Mellark was nice. Funny. Popular. College wrestling champion two years in a row, or something like that–not that she was keeping tabs. He’d regularly show up in her feed over the years, even though they never interacted.

Since she barely used Facebook these days, it just didn’t occur to her he would ever see anything from her.

“Right, of course,” she said with a dazed laugh. “That was the point. Um, thanks for coming. That’s–that’s really nice of you.” She folded her arms over her chest, feeling uncomfortable and not sure what to do with her hands. They were trembling slightly.

Peeta pressed his lips into a small smile, his eyes darting around as he surveyed the room, the people milling around them. “This place looks incredible.”

She wondered if she was ever going to stop blushing at this point. “Thank you. I mean, most of the groundwork was already laid.” She took a deep breath, not wanting to launch into that story. If he’d seen her post, then he’d already learned of her efforts to revitalize her family’s old vineyard, which had been in disrepair since her father’s death more than a decade ago. “Let me get you a menu.”

He nodded while she grabbed a paper menu from a nearby table, holding it out for him. “We do glasses and bottles of the wines listed here, but we also offer a tasting where you can sample seven of our wines. If you haven’t been here before, I recommend that.” She stopped herself and laughed, shaking her head. “Which, of course you haven’t. This weekend is the grand reopening. I just mean–that’s probably what you want to do.”

His eyes flicked up to her from the menu, a wide smile spreading across his face. “Yeah, that sounds good. I’ll do that. Thank you.”

“Sure. Just find a seat outside if you’d like, and I’ll bring the wine to you,” she said with a vague gesture toward the patio, already turning away to scurry to the bar. She needed a moment to compose herself, inexplicably rattled.

It was just…Peeta. Mellark. Here. To see her. Or rather, to see her vineyard, but it was her vineyard. And he’d come because she’d made a post on Facebook proudly announcing the reopening of Everdeen Vineyards, after three years of planning and toiling and fermenting wines until they were just right.

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Bungou Stray dogs, as you all know, is one of my favorite series and the promotional/official art is no different. They are some of the most beautiful pieces of art for an anime series I’ve ever seen. One of my favorites is the one with the flowers, which are featured here:

I actually tried to guess the flowers they are holding, even going so far as to look up examples and their meanings.
Why?
Because I am a sad 23 year old who has no life. <|…D;;;;;;

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FP Jones/Andrew’s Family/Riverdale imagines - Oh Dear Part 15

Originally posted by roadtoriverdale

A/N: This reason why it took so long to get this chapter up is because I didn’t know what I wanted to do with this episode and my character. 

(Part One)(Part Two)(Part Three)(Part Four)(Part Five)(Part Six)(Part Seven)(Part Eight)(Part Nine)(Part Ten)(Part Eleven)(Part Twelve)(Part Thirteen)(Part Fourteen)

Overall Summary: You’re Archie’s old sister and you have a thing for a certain serpent

Pairing: Reader x FP Jones, Sister!Reader x Archie Andrews, Daughter!Reader x Fred Andrews

Word count: 1,864

Warnings: None really

“So, tell me, (Y/n).” He leant against the booth with his arms folded over his chest. “Why exactly were you at my dad’s hearing wearing a serpent jacket?”  

“What?” You turned, the milkshake glass slipping from your hand and crashing to the floor. “Shit.” You knelt down and started to pick up the broken glass. 

Jughead rose his eyebrows at you and knelt down beside you to help pick up the glass. 

“Your dad was in court today?” You tried to go down the route of pretending like you didn’t know anything but you weren’t sure how well it’d work. 

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THE BODYGUARD | Chapter One

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summary: When your father contacts Tom to protect you, he just sees a spoiled, rich girl from Upper East Side. But behind designer clothes, exclusive parties and expensive champagne there’s a lonely girl with a big heart.
[from the story] “Keep your hands off that dress” you screamed “That dress was a gift from Donatella Versace. She made it for my eighteenth birthday. I bet you can’t even spell ‘Versace’”
One of the twins rolled his eyes at your statement “Tom, I’ll give you fifteen dollars if you let me punch her”

NEXT CHAPTER: 27/10/2017



Chapter One

Mr. Y/L/N gave Tom a last glare before talking.
“A few days ago, my daughter was a victim of a not so pleasant accident outside her school, one of the most famous and prestigious Colleges in town. A group of men was waiting outside to kidnap her. Fortunately, the security intervened and pushed away these ill-intentioned people but I’m sure this will happen again. You see, Tom, I made some affairs with the wrong people and now that I’m in trouble I’m afraid that they’ll do something to her. She doesn’t know this. I just told Y/N that these men wanted to rob her and I ask you not to tell her the truth, I don’t want my daughter to get worried”
Mr. Y/L/N talked slow, he moved his hands a lot and never lost eye contact.
“Did you receive any menace?”
The businessman had a melancholy expression on his face. It was a yes.
Mr. Y/L/N opened the drawer under his desk and showed Tom a packet of letters.
“They’re all anonymous, but I’m sure they all come from the same person”
Tom opened the packet and browsed all the letters. Who did it was a professional, he thought. They used different kinds of paper and the writings were made by clippings of newspapers.
Thomas had seen so many letters like those that he lost count.
“I also have to tell you that she’s not excited at the thought of having a bodyguard, you may find some obstacles”
“That’s not a problem. I’ll make sure she understands the importance of this” Tom said throwing the letters on the desk “I think I should start right now. You should install cameras all over the house and microphones as well. I also think I should move to your place to control her 24/7. I can ask my colleagues from the court to come here. Mr. Y/L/N, I don’t want to scare you but I think you’re in danger just like your daughter, I’ve seen many cases like this one, you have to be very careful.”
“I’m more worried for my daughter” he sighed “I totally agree, you should stay at my place for a few weeks, just to make sure that she’s safe also at home. I can’t trust anybody, also in my house”
Tom nodded “Let’s do it.”




“Paddy, stop jumping on the bed. Last time you fell out and broke your arm, remember?”
The baby boy stopped and took a seat on the bed “Harry said you leave us forever”
“Harry’s a dick, don’t pay attention to what he says, Pad” Thomas replied as he put some clothes in his luggage.
“He has also said that you’ll live in the Upper East Side with rich people” Paddy insisted “Can I come with you?”
The eldest brother sighed “Paddy, I go there to work, not to have fun. Trust me, I’m not thrilled at the idea of spending a few months there”
Tom closed his second luggage and turned to look at his brother.
“You know this is the only chance I have to change our lives, right?”
Paddy nodded “I know, and maybe we can move from Bronx to Upper East Side” he exclaimed.
Tom chuckled “Who knows, everything is possible. Come here, buddy” he said opening his arms.
Paddy jumped off the bed and hugged his brother tightly “I’m gonna miss you, Tom”
“I’m gonna miss you too, Paddy” he kneeled down to look into his brother’s hazel eyes “Don’t drive Sam and Harry crazy, do your homework and wash your teeth. If you need help you have my number written on your drawer or you can call Laura, ok?”
“Ok, Tom.”
“You know, this is a big responsibility, you have to make me proud, little man”
“I promise you I’ll be super good” Paddy said with a huge smile on his face. He was happy to help the family as well.
“Good, now I really have to go” Thomas stood up and took his luggage in his hands.
He left the bedroom and found his brother Sam doing homework in the kitchen.
“Sam, can I count on you too?”
His brother just nodded.
“Harry is outside?”
Sam nodded again, his eyes were glued on a difficult exercise.
“Ok, well, bye.”
Without adding a word, Thomas left his house. In the walkaway, Laura Harris was watching her little sisters playing in the street.
“I heard you’re moving” she said.
“It’s just temporary. I have a very important job” he explained “Can I ask you to check my brothers when you have time? Just… make sure they didn’t kill each other or burn down the house”
Laura chuckled and moved a lock of hair behind her ear.
“Everything has a prize, Holland” she smiled “We should have lunch together when you come back”
“What about Steve?” Tom asked.
“He’s in jail. Again. Maybe you can keep company while he’s away”
Tom shrugged “I’ll think about it”




“And you accepted?” you asked, your mouth opened wide.
“Of course, I did it, Y/N. What did you think?” Mia laughed at your expression “And we did it also in his yacht. Twice.”
“You, my friend, are the worst!”
“You would have done the same, trust me” she gave you a cheeky smile “by the way, I heard that some weirdo tried to rob you in front of school. That must have been terrifying”
You gave a small glance on the magazines on your bed and took a sip of Chardonnay “My dad is overreacting. I didn’t go to school today because he was afraid.” you explained with an annoyed tone.
“Jeez, he wants to put you under a bell jar” Mia exclaimed.
“It’s just a period” you calmed Mia.
Your conversation is suddenly interrupted by a knock on the door.
“Come on in” you said nonchalantly.
Mia and you exchanged a confused look when you saw your father entering the room followed by another guy.
He wasn’t very tall but his body was toned, he had broad shoulders and brown curls. His eyes scanned the room from top to bottom before meeting your figure.
“Y/N, this is Tom Holland. He will be your bodyguard for the following weeks”.
You widen your eyes “What? Dad you can’t be fucking serious!” you turned around to Mia who was undressing the bodyguard with her gaze “Mia can you leave me alone with my dad and his sleuth?”
Mia gave you a sad look that meant something like “that’s not fair, I wanted to stare at him a little longer” and then she left the room.
“Dad seriously, this joke isn’t funny”
Your father shook his head “Y/N, you don’t understand the seriousness of the situation. Tom is an expert, I’m sure he won’t annoy you with his presence”
“But daaaaaad” you beat your feet on the ground “I can’t have a bodyguard following me all the time. I have a reputation”
Tom couldn’t help chuckling at your childish behaviour.
You gave him a killing look “Do you find it funny?” you asked him, your hands on your waists.
“Honestly? Yes”, ‘I’m not payed enough for this job’ he thought.
“Well, first of all, before making comments you should change your clothes, you look like a lonely blues brother. Second of all, I can look after myself. I don’t need a bodyguard. I’m not a baby.”
“Tom, you don’t have to listen to her, it’s just a matter of tim-”
“Show me” Tom interrupted your father’s apologizes “Show me how you can look after yourself”
You snorted and frowned. With momentum, you tried to punch him but Tom is faster than you and dodged you.
“Don’t unbalance when you try to punch a guy. It’s the worst thing you can do” he explained.
“Thank you, Karate Kid” you snorted again “Now, with your permission. I go killing myself”
And with that, you dramatically least the room, leaving Tom completely perplex.
It was harder than he thought




I just want to thank you for reading it and I want to wish happy bday to @donttellpeterparker !!!

OUTLANDER SENTENCE STARTERS
  • No, I said I won’t have you dying for nothing. 
  • I won’t be. I’ll be dying with you.
  • Look, you told me that you could never get close to your mother, that she lived in another world. Well, maybe she’s trying to show you that world.
  • It’s not important if I believe it. She believes it. I’m just saying, we need to keep an open mind.
  • Only two people know what the truth really is, and one of them is dead. Too bad it wasn’t you.
  • Can I ask you something? How do you do it? Finally say goodbye to that one person you loved most in all the world?
  • Truth is, I’ve never been very good at saying goodbye.
  • But that’s the hell of it, isn’t it? Whether you want to say goodbye or not, they’re gone and you have to go on living without them. Because that’s what they would want.
  • Well then maybe we’ll all get to watch her slam her head into a five ton slab of granite.
  • May he have mercy on us all.
  • What kind of god creates a world where monsters thrive and beauty and purity is rewarded with poverty and death?
  • The same kind of god who also offers an opportunity for redemption.
  • I’ve been dying for years. It’s a wearisome process. I welcome its conclusion.
  • It’s like you read my mind.
  • I kept my word. I lay my vengeance at your feet.
  • I must say, this is a damned inconvenient time to be conciliatory.
  • Why did you pretend not to recognize me? I was afraid you would just blurt out my real name.
  • I know what you did. You championed me and exiled me both at the same time.
  • What am I to do with such a bloodthirsty barbarian?
  • Is your thirst for slaughter not quenched yet?
  • Surely there’s another woman you could have kiss you goodbye?
  • Fortune drops out of the sky and onto our doorstep. Convenient, is it not? 
  • Why should we waste time with all this Shiite?
  • It’s been horrible. He forced me to mend his socks and to fetch his meals.
  • I think I know a wee bit more about this than you do.
  • So, will I be allowed to join you at dinner tonight?
  • They say the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different result.
  • We may have to rethink our decision not to lie to one another.
  • And you, witch who sucks the cock of the devil. I’ll see you in hell.
  • You’re not what I ordered. But, you’ll do.
  • You should have trusted me with that knowledge from the beginning.
  • Every now and then it is OK for you to lie to me, you know, just to put my mind at ease.
  • Aye. I’ll remember that for the next time.
  • I’ve been thinking. Remember you said I owe you a life because you saved mine? Well, I saved yours as well at least as often. Seems to me we’re even.
  • Ashamed. Like I’m a different person now, and I’ll never be the same.
  • So you had to start yourself up with a whore before you could stand to be with me?
  • This is wonderful news. Why did you wait until now to tell me?
  • The way I see it, we’re doing a bad thing for a good reason.
  • Isn’t that what all bad people say?
  • Well, I am an unusual lady. At least I used to be.
  • Told you that dress would bring us grief.
  • How can you save a man that doesn’t want saving?
  • I lie here feeling I will die without your touch, but when we do touch, I want to vomit with shame.
  • If you take away the one last thing that makes sense to me, then I will die with you, right here now.
  • You think I cannot control the darkness I inhabit? One way or another, I will get a response from you.
  • Love forces a person to choose. You do things you never imagined you could do before.
  • Go get the shovel.
  • You might want to remember who has the pistol.
  • It looks like I’m going to a fucking barbecue.
  • I want you ____. I want you so much I can scarcely breathe. Will you have me?
  • You are my home now, ____. 
  • It’s often something like this. But, no, this is unusual. It’s different.
  • Take off your shirt. I want to look at you.
  • I’ll never forget when I came out of the church and saw you for the first time, It was as if I stepped outside on a cloudy day and suddenly the sun came out.
  • Doesn’t it bother you that I’m not a virgin?
  • You control your nerves. Your nerves do not control you.
  • It doesn’t matter where you come from. You’re here.
  • Sometimes I wonder what I did to make the devil punish me like this. 
Jon Snow

Originally posted by xsciamachy

Jon x Reader


Your father sighed when he turned and caught you dawdling behind, watching Jon with a smile slowly forming on your face.

“Hurry child, it would do you no good to be caught staring at him, his is a son of our Lord… bastered or not.” He chided and hurried you along.

“You know most of the girls talk about Lord Robb but I think Jon is far more handsome.” You mumbled which made him scoff.

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