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The Jealous Boss;

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

Summary: Being Jennie Kim’s assistant had its pros and cons. the biggest con being that she’s the jealous type  

Disclaimer: All the things that are mentioned in this are words of fiction aka it’s not real. I’ve literally just made this up and as always credits to @dazzlingkai for the gif

Member: Jennie from Blackpink x female reader

Rating: Mature

Words: 3910

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Peggy: As Kidada grew older, it became clear that she wouldn’t be comfortable unless she was around kids who looked more like her. So I searched for a private school that had a good proportion of black students, and when she was 12, I found one.

Kidada: That changed everything. I’d go to my black girlfriends’ houses and–I wanted their life! I lived in a gated house in a gated neighborhood, where playdates were: “My security will call your security.” Going to my black friends’ houses, I saw a world that was warm and real, where families sat down for dinner together. At our house, Rashida and I often ate dinner on trays, watching TV in Anna’s room, because our dada was composing and performing at night and Mom sat in on his sessions.

Rashida: At this time, anyone looking at Kidada and me would have seen two very different girls. I wore my navy blue jumper and crisp white blouse; K wore baggy Adidas sweatsuits and door-knocker earrings. My life was school, school, school. I’m with Bill Cosby: It’s every bit as black as it is white to be a nerd with a book in your hand. 

Kidada: The fact that Rashida was good at school while I was dyslexic intimidated me and pushed me more into my defiant role. I was ditching classes and going to clubs.

Rashida: About this time, Kidada was replacing me with younger girls from Fairfax who she could lead and be friends with.

Kidada: They were my little sisters, as far as I was concerned. After I graduated from high school, I found my passion: trend forecasting. I enrolled at L.A.’s Fashion Institute of Design and Merchandising, and my academic problems went out the window. All it took was finding something I loved for me to get A’s! While I was there, designer Tommy Hilfiger noticed a cover of Vibe magazine I had styled. He offered me a job in New York, being his muse, and he left me work in every part of his company–designing, marketing, advertising, modeling. Tommy got urban music. I was working with the hottest hip-hop acts: TLC, Snoop Dogg, Usher.

While Rashida was going to Jewish religious services with her boyfriend, Kidada found a new “little sister” in the young singer Aaliyah.

Kidada: Aaliyah and I talked on the phone dozens of times a day if we weren’t together. I never bought one of anything–I bought one for me and one for Aaliyah. So did she.

Rashida: But instead of bonding with Kidada, I rejected her–not because I wanted to, but because my boyfriend was telling me not to be dominated by my older sister. My boyfriend didn’t want me to be at Kidada’s 25th birthday party, so I skipped it. When I called her to apologize, she was so beyond anger, she murmured, “Whatever.”

Kidada: That hurt. A lot. But I had Aaliyah.

Peggy: I loved watching Kidada and Aaliyah together. They were going to be lifelong best friends. They wanted to get married in a double wedding, have their first kids together.
Rashida: When I heard about Aaliyah’s death, I dropped everything and went straight to L.A. Kidada collapsed in my arms. She said, “Now you’re going to have to step in and be my little sister.” I said, “I’m ready.” Being together during Kidada’s must vulnerable time made us realize we were irreplaceable to each other.

Stay Professional!


You managed to get your first job at a prestigious and famous marketing firm. Nothing was going to stop you from working there. A few distractions may be problematic but.. there was a man that stood out unconventionally well. Despite being the CEO’s only son, his face alone is enough to win over the nation’s heart 10x over. An interesting romance that’s sure to get you screaming.

Fluff & Angst: Jungkook x Reader

A/N: Hey! I’ve been MIA but I’m back with something for you :)

“Yes Ma’am I understand.” You lowered your head politely and stuck on a smile that tortured your face muscles. You were lucky enough to land a job straight out of university and you knew it was going to be tough but.. the extent as to which you were being used and bullied by higher ups was unbearable.

“If you understand then don’t make this mistake again! You ruined my morning.” The head of department of advertising scolded you over a small mistake of pouring too little milk into her coffee.

After she left, you lifted your head up and rolled your eyes at the amount of bullshit you dealt with on a daily basis. It was kind of getting tiring.

“Should you really be pulling that face right now?” An unfamiliar and cool-toned whisper sent shivers down your spine.

“No sir! My mistake, my apologies.” You immediately brought the radiant smile back to your face, not knowing who it was but it didn’t matter because everyone here was basically of much higher power than yourself. You had to show respect even if it killed your hidden inflated ego.

You heard the heavy clacks of his Armani shoes as his strides led him closer to you. He carefully examined your petite frame in comparison to his tall, dark and handsome nature.

“Are you new here?” His low tone sounded velvety and smooth as dark chocolate. It felt like eerie music to your ears.

“Yes sir.. It’s only been a few months since my arrival.” You bowed your head to this unknown yet alluring man. His presence was overwhelming and the entire office was silent- all eyes and ears on the two of you.

“Enjoy your stay, Y/N-sshi.” His husky voice trailed off behind him before he disappeared into the elevator with another unfamiliar man behind him.

How’d he know my name..?

You face-palmed after noticing the shiny golden name tag attached to your crisp white blouse.

“You should really stop drinking.” Your friend tightly gripped onto the soju bottle in which you refused to let go of.

“Let me relieve my stress! Work has been so much hell for me.” You managed to pour yourself another shot glass that was quickly downed, the stinging sensation brought tears to your eyes.

“…Don’t you have work again tomorrow? You’re going to get such a terrible hangover Y/N.. You should probably stop.” She quickly picked up the soju bottle that was almost empty and chucked it into the bin.

“I don’t care.. I don’t even want to work there anymore.” You managed to growl out, the alcohol taking it’s toll on your body.

“Hey! You should feel so privileged that you get to work in such a fine company. Look at me! I’m still working 3 different part time jobs because I can’t find a job. Do you want to be like me?” Your friend lectured you, peeling you off the desk and chair to take you home.

“Oh wait..” You slurred out, vision blurry and body-coordination out of reach.

“I think I left my house-keys in the office. I might need to go get them..” It was hard to articulate let alone walk straight.

“My god Y/N. Please get your life together.” Your friend buckled you up in her car and drove you to your work place that was still surprisingly operating.

“Tell me where your office is. I’ll go find it.” You just giggled to yourself, completely unaware of your actions. “It’s okay.. I’ll go get it myself. They’ll think you’re a bad bad intruder.” You slurred your words and sounded like a 4 year old. You shot her winks in her direction.

She just laughed and nodded. “Are you sure you don’t want me to come?”

“I got this! I work here!” You giggled, completely out of your mind.

Miraculously, you managed to make your way to the elevator. You pressed on the button and tried your hardest to not collapse from the alcohol intake. Your head was spinning and you couldn’t hold your body still. You steadied yourself by resting your head on your palm and walked into the elevator as soon as it ‘dinged’ with no further precaution.

That was when you smashed into an unknown figure once again, despite your pride in keeping yourself steady for some time, the balance was taken right out of your body and you landed- bottom first on the shiny tiled floor. You were ticked. You had no control over your mouth and lord knows what kind of mess you were about to get yourself into.

You groaned in pain and massaged your scalp, hoping the loud thumping in your head would somehow disappear.

His eyes lowered down onto the ground to find you mumbling curses. He was surprised at what you were doing at the office so late at night. But being the gentleman he was, he gently reached out his hand to pull you up with ease.

His skin was surprisingly cold and you were picked up with such little effort, it felt refreshing to feel something so cool as your body felt like it was boiling. You started unbuttoning your white blouse and unzipped the bottom of your pencil skirt from your knee up to your lower thigh and continued to casually strip in-front of the unknown man.

His cold fingers put your actions to a complete halt followed by his cold tone that sounded familiar.

“What do you think you’re doing?” He raised an eyebrow, a somewhat surprised and confused expression spread upon his flawless face.

“Let go. It’s hot.” You mumbled, weakly pushing away his cool hand and continued to take off your shirt, struggling to do so, you wobbled back and forth before almost falling again- he had caught you by the waist and looked down to see you: flustered and abnormally drunk.  

“Ugh.. don’t touch me. I don’t need your help.” You weakly pushed him away again, this time a little more audible than before. He was surprised at the way you were treating him.

“Suit yourself.” He let go of his gentle grip on your waist and continued to watch you struggle to walk and read the buttons on the elevator.

“What are you doing here so late.” His question sounded more like a demand as his curiosity was slowly starting to eat up his mind. “It doesn’t matter.” You missed the buttons and started to get irritated at your lack of body coordination.

A cold smirk spread upon his face and he chuckled at you.

“What are you laughing at? Do you think you’re some kind of powerful being? Are you another one of those annoying bosses that won’t stop yelling at me for making their coffee wrong. God people here are so…”

He stopped chuckling and raised a single eyebrow. He calmly slid his hand into his pocket and continued to scan you from head to toe.


He examined your messed up bun that consisted of hairs sticking out and bobby pins falling out. He looked at your peachy red face and smelt the very noticeable stench of alcohol that leaked from your body. He noticed the beads of sweat that formed around your forehead and the heat of your breath that also smelt of alcohol. You were a mess.

“Y/N return home. I may not know of your intentions here but you’re not in any condition to do whatever you’re planning to do.”

“Blah blah blah. Stop nagging with you?” You retorted like a 4 year old, closing the gap between his face and yours. You were just a few millimetres from his face and he could feel your warm breath on his cold lips. It sent shivers down his spine and he was caught off-guard for the first time in years. He noticed your collarbone clearly visible and cleavage from your unbuttoned blouse but refused to look at it despite his obvious chances.

“Would you like me to call a driver?” He offered, somehow sounding half-assed so you took it as an insult. What really were his intentions?

“Listen here you.” You poked his toned chest and spoke with a slurred and drunken accent.

“I don’t know what you’re trying to do here but I’m just trying to get back home and go to sleep so I can come back to this hell tomorrow morning and cry over how dumb this shitty company is.”

Once again, he was hit with things he thought he would never hear coming from a very new employee. Amused, he chuckled once again unable to hide his interest in her.

“Would you stop laughing? What do I need to do to stop you?” You smiled weakly at him, completely drunken with stress and alcohol, you had no control over what was about to happen.

You closed the gap between your lips and kissed him softly, the taste of alcohol spread to him as your tongue intertwined his and turned into something a little more passionate. He didn’t stop you so you assumed this meant a green light to continue. His lips tasted kind of addictive and cooling. You ran your hand up his smooth cheeks, through his perfectly combed hair and ruffled it before fiddling with his thin black tie and blacking out completely.

What in the fucking world just happened?

Part 2 


I really like how sweet this one turned out, and I’m kind of a fan of how assertive the reader was in it too. A nice change of pace, I think for a Bucky fic, courtesy of the fact that she had very little to do with the Avengers. Thank you to the gorgeous Emma for the request!

Prompt[s]: Could you PLEASE write me a something based on this imagine …Sam Wilson always flirts with you and has an obvious, huge, crush on you. On the other hand, Bucky Barnes has an even bigger crush, but hides it because he thinks you like Sam. Thank you. (so maybe I am a Bucky girl after all)

‘Can I See You Again?’

“Well,” Sam sighed, tossing the cardboard popcorn box into a nearby bin. “I don’t know about you, but that’s two hours of my life I’ll never get back.”
“I enjoyed it,” Bucky said, relishing the look in Sam’s eye upon hearing that they disagreed. It had been Steve’s idea for them to go to the cinema together, hoping that they’d learn to co-operate. Guilt had insisted upon their attendance once they’d discovered that he had used his own money to buy them tickets.

They ambled back towards the tower, stopping to peruse nearby shop windows whenever one of them wanted to irritate the other by dawdling. When Bucky stopped to admire a watch in the window of a jewellers, Sam propped himself against the adjacent wall, until a voice called out to him.
“Sam Wilson, as I live and breathe.”

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anonymous asked:

Prompt: Random girl at bar starts flirting with Jake, Jake is clueless and it all goes right over his head, Amy steps in and gets her to back off

HI THANK U FOR THIS PROMPT I HAD FUN bc jake is a puppy and of course he’s got no clu what’s happenin:

On an early December evening, the warmth of Shaw’s is immediately comforting- as he enters, Jake can feel everything from the freezing cold tip of his nose, to his red cheeks, to the stiffness of his icy fingers, encompassed by the cosy heat of the room.

Reluctantly- despite this warmth- he pulls off his coat and his scarf as he approaches the bar, slipping onto a stool and trying to catch Carl’s eye so he can signal for a beer. This is to no avail; it’s busier than usual in here, even for a Friday, and he’s completely occupied, hands full with dirty glasses while someone gives him an order. For now, Jake relaxes against the bar, pulling his phone from his pocket to check the time.

For what may very well be the first time in his life, he’s early.

He’s due to meet her here in half an hour, to celebrate the end of what’s been a completely tortuous week. Both are working stupidly, painfully long cases, and have barely seen each other, even at work. He feels it in his chest, a tightness, one he’s known long before these couple months of their romantic relationship- a tightness that can only be fixed by Amy.

A hollow grumble in his stomach brings a sharp pang of hunger into his head, which is when he realises he hasn’t actually had anything to eat since breakfast. Mindlessly, he picks at a bowl of peanuts on the bar, only glancing up a couple of times- to order a beer, and to check for Amy.

“Hey, are you okay? You look lonely!”

A saccharine, perky voice makes him do a double take; at first, he’s not even sure it’s addressing him, until he turns round and sees a smiling blonde woman next to him.

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@leonygunawan said: HI ITS ME AGAIN!! i want to request a zach dempsey imagine where y/n are very close friends to jeff and at the night of the very very tragic accident y/n were with zach when clay called you THANK YOU SO MUCH LOVE YOU💖💖

Author’s Note: Warning! Character death ahead.

Originally posted by void-obriens


“Zach,” you warn, narrowing your eyes and planting your hands on your hips as you stand in front of the TV. “Don’t give me those puppy eyes. We are not watching Transformers again. We’ve seen it three times this week.”

“But we watched Titanic all last month,” he pouts. 

“It’s a classic!”

“A classic that you constantly feel asleep to ten minutes in and then managed to miraculously wake up right when they hit the iceberg.”

You scoff. “‘Cause that’s when the good stuff starts happening!”

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Originally posted by kths

pairing: taehyungxreader
word count: 2.6k
warnings: smut;

The blank screen stared back at me just as it had since the past half-hour. The thirty-seventh document in need of evaluation was no different than the others – plain and repetitive. If I’d have known, Mr. Kim had given me five copies each of the same document just in different orders. Every day stacks of paperwork were plunged atop my desk by the devil himself. He wouldn’t spare me a word, not even a glance. A fraction of my sentiments dwelled on the flames of agitation fed by the silent treatment he was giving me. But what difference was I when all I did was watch him disappear through my doorway without a word? He surely kept his word from that night.

‘I’m gonna punish you hard as soon as this trip is over.’

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Nalu Week 2017 Day 5: He Sees Beneath Her Mask

A/Note: I wasn’t able to write as much as I wanted for NaluWeek2017, but here is my third story, using the prompt for Day 5: Mask Day

The story is set in a kind of early 90s university AU, but the concepts and characters are mostly canon. I hope you enjoy it!

Words ~ 2300 | Also available now on FFN and AO3 (Impracticaldemon)

He Sees Beneath Her Mask
Prompt: Mask Day

Lucy’s first day of university was unremarkable—at least, it was unremarkable if you were the sole heiress to the Heartfilia fortune and used to your father being far more concerned than you were about outward appearances. In the midst of rushing walkers and bikers of all descriptions, Lucy was ushered onto the sidewalk in front of the registration building by the reliable, middle-aged chauffeur whom she’d known for years. While the majority of the students around her wore t-shirts of all descriptions paired with “lived-in” looking jeans, Lucy looked trim and demure in a crisp white blouse, perfectly-tailored navy capris, and pretty, matching sandals. She had the kind of accessories that didn’t need a logo to tell you that they were expensive.

Her father didn’t get out—he was already taking time out of his busy day to ensure that Lucy arrived on time and in proper style—but he did roll down his window and briefly clasp Lucy’s hand. His words of farewell were more admonishing than encouraging, however:

“I’m still not sure about this place, Lucy, so remember our bargain: you can go here as long as you don’t let yourself get dragged into any trouble by some of the weirder types you sometimes seem to hang out with—and as long as you meet your social obligations for the family and the company.”

“Yes, Father. I understand. And I haven’t forgotten next week’s charity ball on Thursday evening.” Lucy’s serious, deep brown eyes stayed focused on her father, despite the stares she could feel from her soon-to-be classmates, especially the girls—women, she corrected herself silently.

Jude Heartfilia accepted Lucy’s assurances, cast a last, scathing look at the chattering, excited students, and waved the chauffeur back to the car. He managed a tight, unconvincing smile for his daughter, and then put up his window and leaned back in his seat, a big, shadowy figure behind the tinted glass. Lucy’s smile in return was more convincing and yet somehow also sad. She watched the big car glide away, and as soon as it had disappeared around a corner she sighed, squared her shoulders, and turned to hurry toward the registration area. Unfortunately, she stepped right into somebody’s path—although ‘trajectory’ might have been a more accurate word.

“Ow! Sorry!” Only long years of dance and gymnastics kept Lucy upright.

“Hey—look where you’re going!” cried the human missile, as he spun around with Lucy in a rather tight, although apparently unintended embrace. He was more agile than he seemed, though; he didn’t stagger as they parted, and his hand under her elbow helped her own efforts at balance.

Not surprisingly, they eyed each other curiously once the world stopped spinning. The human missile was actually a young man of medium height and decidedly athletic build, with spiky, cotton-candy pink hair, dark grey-green eyes, and a dusting of freckles. Lucy saw the dark eyes widen slightly as he examined her in turn. The clothes and shoes and so on were bad enough, she thought, but anybody would stare at her up-swept golden hair, which had been formed into a perfect chignon at the back. It was very pretty—and made her look like a 1940s actress at an evening party rather than a regular university student of many, many decades later.

“Are you going in to register?” Lucy asked, determined to be friendly and polite.

“Huh? Oh, yeah—I think so?” The pink-haired guy ran a hand through his spiky locks and then grinned cheerfully. “I mean yeah, yeah I am! That’s a pretty good hairstyle—is it a new thing? I’ll bet you could hide notes and weapons and stuff in it!”

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Title: Not Yourself
(gif belongs to of-badges-of-guns <3)

Requested by - @iwantafuckinglionokay : Can we have 53 and 59 with Gibbs please ahaha x
Word Count: 572
Pairing: Jethro Gibbs x Reader

53. “You seem tense.”
59. “Just be honest with me.”

It had been bothering you all day, from when you woke up in an empty bed only to find Gibbs had gone into work early without so much as a note. After a lovely hot shower that autumnal morning, you dressed in some casual black slacks and your normal black boots and seeing as it was a slightly nippy morning you slipped on a USMC hoodie of Jethro’s over your crisp white blouse and headed to work.

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To be Continued-Tom Holland

Sorry, it so incredibly short, I had no time and I felt bad for not writing anything in a while. So here it is, I’m low on ideas also so if anyone has any requests let me know.



The rain battered down against the flooding streets, the wind swirled around you as attempted to walk home through the raging storm. Your once crisp white blouse was almost see through as it was plastered against your chest, and you clung tightly onto your handbag hanging off your shoulder. You had to get home as quickly as possible, the house was a complete mess and you probably were too. You weren’t the cleanest to say the least and Tom probably wouldn’t appreciate the take-out boxes littered throughout your shared apartment that have been collecting there for months.

After being apart from Tom for months he was finally coming home today, and you were excited to say the least. You pushed your earphones further into your ears, turning the volume up louder and tucking your head down into your chest in an attempt to protect whatever make-up was left on your face. You desperately searched in your bag for an umbrella, but much to your dismay you had forgotten it. As you were rummaging in your bag, you noticed a figure at the end of the street clutching an umbrella and smiling brightly at you. You could have sworn it was Tom, but the issue was you hadn’t seen him in so long and you missed him so much any guy with curly hair, brown eyes and the ability to smile you thought was Tom. But when the man at the end of the street smiled again, you knew it was Tom. You walked as quickly as you could towards.

“Aw, come on Y/N I know your lazy but running never killed anyone” He yelled at you from the end of the street, a cheeky smirking playing on his face.

“I’m going to kill you Holland”

You began to run towards him, throwing the umbrella to the ground and opening his arms waiting for you to jump into them. His arms wrapped tightly around your waist, you were the closest to him you had been in months. You could feel his heart racing beside yours and neither of you wanted to move, you just couldn’t look away from his eyes. His hands clung tightly on to the small of your back, you could feel his muscles tight around you. You forgot how much you loved his eyes, skype calls and pictures could never do them justice. He stared in awe back at you his deep, rich pools of a sweet chocolate brown that you could never get enough of. Slowly your eyes wandered down to his lips and immediately your lips collided against his, you haven’t had him near you for months and you took advantage. You ran your hand up into his curly hair- it was even curlier due to the rain, thank fuck for the rain- his hair was soaking wet but you didn’t care. Splashes of water hit against your faces and ran down to meet in the middle were your lips were so tightly connected. His tongue danced with yours to beat of your hearts, and slowly the two of you pulled away from the other and for the first time you could fully look at him. His hair a chaotic mess of curls plastered against his head, his eyes burning that familiar brown, his nose a soft pink from the freezing cold rain and wind that battered against him and his matching pink lips, swollen from our kisses. God, he was beautiful.

“I love you” he said, a smile plastered all over his face and his eyes twinkled brightly. He was thinking the same things you were of him.

“I love you too” you rested your forehead against his, “But I’m fucking freezing…to be continued?” you cocked your eyebrow at him.

“To be continued” He winked at you as he softly let you out of his grip and let your feet fall to the ground.You laced your fingers with his, melding your hands together and swung your arms in sync. Heading down the flooded streets a black car pulled up in front of you and Tom and he opened it excitedly.

“Hey guys,Y/N good to see” Harrison said from the driver’s seat of the car.

“Good to see you too, Haz” you slid into the seat and Tom moved in beside you and slung his arm around your shoulder.

“Drive Haz, Y/N and I have something we need to continue” Tom said, winking and nudging you playfully.

“Oh, for God’s sake Tom, you’re an animal”

“That’s what you like best, don’t complain”

“That’s disgusting Tom, save it for when I’m not here” Harrison said, with a look of horror on his face.

“To be continued?” Tom said, winking once again.

“Fine, to be continued”


Originally posted by fieryjimin

Its late at night. But hearing your voice gives me a reason to look forward to another beautiful day, another day to see your beautiful face.

pairing: jimin | reader
words: 1.9k
genre: fluff
summary: Jimin wants to talk. Just not with you.
a/n: it was 1 am last night, and i just thought of this idea and i kinda just 

“And I swear, this was by far the most amazing dream I had of her, like the ferris wheel dream was just wow but this one made me fall harder for her,” the animation and exhilaration in his voice was a tad bit thunderous for you at 3 am in the morning.

I mean, I could have just hung up and tell him to fuck off, I need my beauty sleep.

But he didn’t stop. Nothing stops Jimin from his moment to bask in the spotlight and talk for hours because when Jimin got something juicy to say, he will say it there and then. Only that it was just surprising for him to disrupt your night, ringtone piercing through the still silence of your peaceful slumber, to just tell you about his dreams because, really, he doesn’t do that at all.

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Shut Up and Drive

This one is for @misswhizzy - hope you enjoy <3

You were laid back in Dean’s arms, crammed between him and the steering wheel, kissing him lazily, Dean’s breathing slowing, his muscles gradually relaxing from the fantastic orgasm you’d just given him.  

You had both been working all day, full-on fed suits and badges, clipped questions and Dean’s official-looking glare, trying to intimidate the truth out of the few witnesses that had seen what had happened.  Turned out it had been a hoax, a bunch of idiotic teenagers trying to freak out their friends, and Dean had done a good job of scaring them right out of ever thinking of doing such a thing in the future.  He had been pissed off when you had climbed into Baby together, frustrated at the waste of time and the fact that he’d been wearing that damned suit all day long.  He hadn’t seemed to mind you in the skirt, though, because his eyes had traveled over you at every opportunity.

You had tried talking, but he had been in a mood, his FBI persona manifesting itself as if it were real, and you had finally given up, looking out the window as he had turned the music up a little more.  You had almost decided to lean against the window and grab a nap on the way home, but you hadn’t been able to keep your eyes from his profile, that stubbled jaw line, the almost pouty set of his lips as he had stared straight ahead at the road.

You had slid over close to him, snuggling up on his shoulder, and he had given you a crooked little smile as he had put his arm around you, pulling you close as you had kicked off your heels and pulled your legs up beside you on the seat. You had let your hand rest on his thigh, the rock hard muscle there warming your blood a little from just that simple touch.  You had stretched up, nuzzling your nose against his scruff, reaching for his tie and loosening it slightly, undoing the top couple of buttons on his shirt and then kissing his neck.  "What’re you doing?“ he had asked, a little growl in his voice, but you hadn’t let him intimidate you.  You had just smiled, then continued, kissing and nipping at his neck as your hand had returned to knead his thigh, stroking from his knee up to his groin, smiling as you had felt his growing arousal.  "Liz.  I’m driving here.”

“Yes, you are.  And you always say you’re the best driver around, so why don’t you prove it?  If you can’t focus, you can always pull over.  I’d understand if you couldn’t handle it.”  You had thrown down the gauntlet, and his eyes had narrowed as he had glanced over at you.

“Baby, I can take anything you can dish out.”

And so the game began.

You had unbuttoned his shirt a little more, taken off his tie and tossed it in the back seat, and had moved your hand beneath his shirt while you had continued kissing and biting at his neck.  Your fingers had brushed over his nipples, teasing at him until they were hard as little pebbles, and you had wished you could just rip the shirt from him and attack them with your tongue and teeth.  But he was driving.  Sigh.  So you had contented yourself with using your fingers and nails gently, loving the occasional sharp intake of breath it had elicited from him. The bulge in in his suit pants had grown immensely in that few moments, and finally you had taken your hand from his shirt and let it glide slowly up the length of his thigh until you could squeeze him gently.

“Fuck, Liz,” he had growled, his hips shifting a little in the seat as you had slid his zipper down.  He had been fully hard, his black boxer briefs straining to contain him, and you had smiled as you had petted him like a puppy.  "Son of a bitch, babe, you’re killin’ me,“ he had moaned, and you had let out a breathy little laugh as you had brushed your lips over his ear.

"You seem to have a little problem here, agent.  I may have to investigate further,” you had whispered, and he had twitched under your hand, a low groan vibrating from his chest.  You had coaxed him to raise up off the seat just enough to get his pants down to the middle of his thighs, then you had run your nails lightly along the waist of his boxers, sending a shudder through him, goosebumps raising over his skin as you had finally slipped your fingers under the waistband and worked the last barrier out of your way.

You had sat up for a moment, removing your jacket and tossing it to the back seat, unbuttoning one more button on your crisp, white blouse, smiling again as Dean had cursed under his breath.  Then you had hitched your skirt up your thighs so you could kneel on the seat, stretching out a little so you could get in position, trailing  your fingers over his velvety smooth head before letting your tongue follow suit.  You had pressed little kisses down his length, then licked him from base to tip, and looked up at him through your lashes.  "I think you have a fever, agent.  And some swelling.  You may need treatment.“

"Stop fucking teasing, Liz,” he had managed to say, his voice tightly controlled, and you had run your hand over his steadily leaking tip, coating your palm and taking hold of him as you had smiled.

“Yes, sir.”  Without further warning, you had taken him in your mouth, and his hips had bucked up a little at the sudden sensation.  You had sucked as you moved back up, swirling your tongue around the head and over the slit, both of you moaning as you had tasted him.  You had begun moving in earnest, taking him in as far as you could as your hand gripped and stroked the rest, sucking hard as you moved up each time.  He had sworn, his voice wrecked, and turned off the highway, pulling over into a shallow ditch and throwing the car in park.
It hadn’t taken much longer after that, you had been determined to give him one of the best orgasms of his life, and you hadn’t disappointed.  He had come with a shout and several little growled curses, his fingers gently tangled in your hair as you had swallowed him down.  Then he had pulled you up into his arms and kissed you, and several minutes later, you were still there.

You nibbled at his jaw, your arms still around his neck, and then leaned back to look into his heavy-lidded green eyes.  "Well, you almost made it,“ you teased, a victorious little smirk on your lips.  His eyebrow raised as he stared back at you, a predatory gleam dawning in those forest green eyes.  

"Well, ‘agent’ - you can dish it out.  But can you take it?”  He sat you upright, then reached for the door, stepping out as he tucked himself back in and zipped up.  He reached for your hand, and you hesitantly took his as he helped you out of the car.  He pulled you against him, hard, kissing you fiercely as his hand pulled at your skirt until he was underneath, fingers gliding up your thigh and slipping beneath your panties to cup your ass and squeeze.  He kissed you breathless, then stepped back abruptly and smirked before climbing back into the car, sliding over into the middle as he patted the driver’s seat.  "Let’s go.“

Oh, shit.  This was a bad idea.  You were already riled up from pleasuring him, and he was dying for revenge.  But he wasn’t giving you a choice, so you squared your shoulders, raised a cocky eyebrow at him, and climbed in behind the wheel, turning the key.  He just watched you as you pulled back onto the road and headed back to the highway, but as soon as you hit the pavement, his hand was gliding up your thigh.  You focused with every fiber of your being on that stretch of road in front of you, determined to keep it together.

You hit 60 mph, your abdominal muscles contracting as Dean’s fingers moved to the inside of your thigh, then fluttering lightly over your rapidly dampening panties, so lightly that you barely felt it at first.  But he increased the pressure as he stroked between your legs, leaning over to whisper in your ear.  "Liz, baby, you’re already wet for me.  How are you gonna make it home?”  He nibbled at your earlobe, slipping his fingertips beneath your panties and letting out an evil chuckle at your soft gasp.

“I hate you,” you ground out between your teeth, and he laughed softly again.

“Oh, I know you do,” he said, his tongue sweeping around the shell of your ear before his lips began to nibble at your neck.  His index finger was dipping shallowly into you,  and he moaned softly, sending a shiver through you.  "Watch it, babe, you’re - uh - speeding a little.“

You glanced at the speedometer, taking a deep breath as you tried to refocus and back off the almost 80 mph that you were traveling.  Damn it.  "Dean, not fair.”

He slid his finger in deeper, nipping at your neck.  "Oh, really…  Seems to me you’re the one who had an unfair advantage.  You got to use your mouth.  I’d love to use mine, Liz.  All you have to do is say, “You win,” and pull the car over. I’ll make you feel so good, baby.“  He was sucking a mark into your neck, and you fought to keep your eyes from closing at the bliss of his lips on you, his finger plunging deeper and deeper into you.  And then he sat up, leaning over a little as he put his other hand up your skirt, and grasping your panties in both hands, he tore them apart.  "Much better,” he purred into your ear, settling back against the seat and cupping your sex in his hand, his thumb brushing over your clit as a strangled noise escaped your throat.  "Give up?“

"Fuck, no.”

You could feel him grin as he continued to kiss your neck, and then you stiffened for a moment as he slowly, so slowly, slid two fingers inside, and you could feel yourself clench against them as he let out a loud sigh.  "You are so wet for me, baby.  Do you know how crazy that makes me?  I want to taste you, Liz, I need to taste you.  Come on, baby just give in.“

Your teeth were clenched hard, your knuckles white as you held the steering wheel in a death grip, your eyes staring resolutely at the road as you fought to keep your composure.  "No!”

He nuzzled his nose in your hair and whispered, “Okay.  Have to up the ante, I guess.”  He moved his left arm from behind you, reaching over and somehow making it look easy to backhandedly unbutton your white blouse, pulling it free from the waist of your skirt, and then slipping your bra strap down your shoulder far enough to pull the cup down, exposing your breast.  Oh, damn, he was really determined to win.

He moved his body over farther on the seat and leaned in to take your already almost painfully hard nipple between his plush lips, laving it with his tongue as he mirrored the rhythm he was rubbing over your clit.  You were beginning to tremble, stubbornly refusing to cave in, but when his teeth nipped at you and he sucked the sensitive nub hard into the heat of his mouth at the same time he curled his fingers inside you, you whimpered like a child and took the gravel road turn-off at a speed that normally would have alarmed you.  You stopped in the middle of the road, slamming the car into park, and ground out the words he was demanding, “You win, okay?  You win!”

“That’s my girl,” he said, grinning, but the heat in his eyes showed that he was just as relieved as you were.  He kissed you hard, his hand cupping your breast and kneading at it as he removed his hand from between your legs, and he helped you turn, pulling your legs to the seat as he reached to the back for your jackets, tucking them behind you to cushion your head.  

You were half-sitting against the driver’s side door, one arm draped over the back seat for support as he worked your skirt up, somehow cramming himself into the space left and lowering his head between your thighs.  Both of you were moaning, breathing hard in the small space as he licked over you, murmuring, “God, you’re so sweet,” before moving to nip gently at your clit and then sucking it hard as he  plunged his two fingers back inside you.  He sent you, whimpering, into an orgasm so intense that you couldn’t breathe for a moment, your thighs clamped tight around his head as he savored the taste of your release flooding over his tongue.  

You felt him kissing your inner thigh, carefully pulling your skirt down to cover you  as you slowly regained more awareness.  He placed a gentle kiss on your exposed breast, then put your bra back  in place and buttoned your blouse again as you watched him, your body still unwilling to move.  He took your hand and pulled you upright, cradling you in his arms as he bent to kiss your lips softly. “Want me to drive the rest of the way home?” he asked, smiling, a hint of mischief in his eyes.

Once the two of you got rearranged, he put an arm around you and headed back to the highway with you cuddled up on his shoulder.  "Glad you finally admitted that I won, Liz.  You should know better than to mess with the master,“ he teased.  

You snuggled a little closer, letting your eyes drift shut as you smiled.  "Just shut up and drive.”

Part 2 - Or We Could Park - Parking Is Good, Too

Scariest Man

Pairing: Dean x Reader
Word Count: 1026
Summary: It’s Halloween, man. And you get ready for your little gathering.
A/N - This was supposed to be a drabble but kinda got turned into a one shot. Oh well.

Originally posted by tastemyblogg

You were on batch number three of your baking goods. You’ve already made zombie cookies, graveyard tarts and now you were waiting for the cupcakes to cool down so you could fill them with green goo, red blood and black ectoplasm. Of course, you didn’t really put those in your cupcake because first of all, eww, but second of all you worked close enough with these freaking monsters to know if this stuff looked real or not.

As you were sprinkling the cookie crumbs over your graveyard masterpiece you felt strong arms wrap around your midsection and a nose nuzzle into your neck inhaling your scent, you smelt like flour and cookies, you thought that would be disgusting and put Dean off but he began kisses up your neck to your jaw. You removed both of his hands from your waist, grabbed hold of your shoulder and spun you slowly to face him.

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Ivar x Lisbet
  • Who worries about how they will look when they’re older

Both of them are generally unconcerned with their own looks, but they are both very invested in the others’ appearance. Ivar loves buying clothes (among other things) for Lisbet and has probably too much fun dressing her up. Lisbet keeps it casual when she’s not in uniform and Ivar loathes her endless supply of baggy cardigans and sweatshirts. 

He has great taste when it comes to clothes, which is much to her benefit because she cannot/will not ever get over how gorgeous he is. Especially when he’s in a crisp, snug-fitting blouse. Anything that brings attention to his chest. And neck. And shoulders. And back. Really, anything as long as it’s snug.

If anything, she hopes to still be around as he gets older. She’s convinced he will age like a fine wine and looks forward to being able to witness it.

  • Who makes the mix tapes/cd’s

Ivar. Ivar is an avid listener of music. Especially when he’s working. He always has playlists at the ready and has a huge collection of CD’s that he kept in order throughout his teens. After Lisbet found the collection, she insists on keeping a stock of it in her car. She loves having little pieces of Ivar like that.

  • Clings to the other during scary movies

Lisbet. Ivar isn’t the type of person to sit around watching TV or movies, but sometimes Lisbet wants to feel like a ‘normal’ couple and forces him to participate in date night. With a movie. Lisbet hates scary movies because of the overabundance of jumpscares, but doesn’t hate wrapping herself around Ivar and squealing into his arm to muffle a scream. 

Ivar doesn’t find this remotely enjoyable. He rolls his eyes every time and resists the urge to pry her off of him. But he endures it for her.

Sidenote: I’ve had a one shot planned around this scenario for ages. Ages.

  • Gets into the shower with the other randomly

Lisbet accidentally walked in on Ivar in the shower once. Ivar lost his shit because no one’s seen him use a shower chair since he was a kid. He was straight up mortified and screamed at her but instead of backing down, Lisbet held him and kissed him until he could hardly protest anymore. Then he allowed her to wash his hair.

After this, she’ll get in the bath with him every now and then. And after he finally gets comfortable with it, they both come to find that it’s actually kind of a convenient set up for sexy time in the shower.

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The Kindergarten Series - 2. The T-Shirt

Words - 1057

Rated - K 

A series of drabbles centered on kindergarten teacher Ms. Anna Lail and gym teacher Mr. Kristoff Bjorman. Ratings may vary per drabble.

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     The hallways and classrooms were alive with energy and excitement as teachers and administrators prepared for the first official day of school. There was still a good hour before the buses and parents were to come, and most of the adults were either getting their classrooms ready, finishing their breakfasts, or heartily talking with each other. 

      In Room B22, Anna moved around the tables to make sure each table top was spotless and each name tag was aligned and in the right seat. She woke up earlier than intended and ate a rather small breakfast with her sister before driving to Arendelle Elementary. Anna was even more excited and nervous today than she was on Friday. Her belly churned nonstop and for once Anna did not finish her favorite breakfast of chocolate chip waffles.

      Today was her first day of work. In no less than an hour she was going to have twenty-two students sitting at the tables. Twenty-two students she was going to teach and look after. This was it. This was what Anna dreamt of doing ever since high school. Her dream of being a kindergarten teacher had actually come true. 

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Capture The Moment | 1 |

word count: 4.4k

genre: fluff (slow burn); idol-verse!

pairing: reader/seokjin

summary: because of certain circumstances, you’re faced with the opportunity to help run a fansite focused on jin of bangtan sonyeondan. despite not knowing them well, this opportunity starts to bring a new light to your eyes as you get to know the boys through the lens of a camera, your eyes constantly on their oldest member.

a/n: i know absolutely nothing, outside of a couple of articles & speculations, about fansites and how they’re run so most of this will be made up, with a lot of common sense being the grounds of my assumptions.


Originally posted by jinblond

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Motherfuckin’ Starboy

Chapter One

Chapter Two

I was late.

I had barely slept through the night. My mind was preoccupied thinking about Harry, stuck between acute embarrassment and intense desire. There was a constant back and forth in my brain where I’d see the lustful way Harry had eyed me for sixty minutes straight and then my vision would swim and I’d be back on the studio floor, concerned faces surrounding me. I couldn’t believe I had fucking fainted. There was no doubt I would have gotten laid, probably had some of the best sex of my life, last night had I not passed out. Harry all but confirmed it as he left me in the locker room, admitting that he enjoyed watching me. Had I not been a complete idiot and hydrated better, I wouldn’t have been in the showers alone after class.

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anonymous asked:

“If we get caught I’m blaming you” please and thank you 😊

Office Antics

Fandom: Criminal Minds
Pairing: Luke Alvez x Reader
Prompt: “If we get caught, I’m blaming you.”

Thanks for the request! I tried to try something a little bit different with this prompt. It’s more of a drabble, so it’s shorter than most of prompt writings. I hope you enjoy it!

“If we get caught, I’m blaming you.” Your voice was a mere whisper as your hands travelled up Luke’s muscular chest, eventually wrapping tightly around his neck.

Luke just grunted in response, too focused on unbuttoning your crisp white blouse to debate allocation of responsibility. You gasped as his mouth dropped to place soft kisses on your chest, his hands dipping to greedily roam your body.

Your eyes fluttered shut as he turned his attentions to your neck, his teeth gently grazing your collarbone as you shivered under his touch.

You opened your mouth to remind him once more about where you were…a supply closet in the BAU. But, your concerns were silenced by his lips. And that was something you would never complain about.

It was a dangerous move, to risk a rendezvous in the office, but you’d both been exchanging heated glances and teasing touches all day. By lunchtime, as staff filed out to take their breaks, Luke had finally caved. He’d firmly grabbed your hand to briskly lead you into the privacy of the tiny closet, eager to finally have his way with you.

You gasped loudly as his hands suddenly grabbed the soft skin on your thighs, lifting you up with complete ease to press you up against the wall. You eagerly hooked your legs around his waist, pulling yourself even closer to the warmth of his body.

At this point, you doubted that either of you would even care if Matt Cruz, the BAU Section Chief himself, walked in on the two of you. In this moment, all that mattered was you and Luke.

Luke pulled away for a moment, looking down at you hungrily as he licked his lips in anticipation.

“I’m I going to have to muffle your moans and gasps Y/N?”

Your breath hitched at his words, your heart racing in excitement at the prospect.

“Remember, we don’t want to get caught.” He chuckled against your neck as he planted teasing kisses there, nibbling gently under your ear as you threw your head back in appreciation.

“Like I said, if we get caught, I’m blaming you.” You murmured as your hands gripped his soft dark curls, tugging his head up to face you head on.

You smiled against his lips as he pulled you into a passionate kiss.

The risk was definitely worth it, if it meant you could participate in office antics with Luke.

bioshocktheshitposter  asked:

Im not sure if ican request anymore but your writing is addicting If you do want to answer it, can i have a super shy male s/o who got dragged in a poly relationship with mei, widowmaker and tracer Bonus points if you mention how the male s/o is her first guy (Also fluff and nsfw can be included i don't really care im just finding excuses to live out my dreams}

Send as many requests as you would like :P Requests make me happy. And besides, live out your dreams while you can, right?

This was likely the oddest relationship you’d ever seen, let alone been in. Sitting before you with breakfast at the table were three very beautiful, very different women that you had somehow found yourself in a relationship with all at the same time.

For one, you’d only dated twice, and both women had been cunning and manipulative, liking you for the money your small line of restaurants brought in and the inheritance that had come after your parents had passed when you were fifteen.

As a person who tried to believe in the good of everyone, you hadn’t even realized either were using you until more then a month or so into the relationship. It turned out, you could not judge a book by its cover, no matter how seemingly sweet it was.

Then you’d thought you swore off of dating…until almost a year later, when you met Mei. The two of you had met at your favorite bookstore, which was small and usually unnoticed by onlookers for its old-fashioned charm. Mei had been so cute, standing a good two feet shorter then you, her hair up in a bun and a royal blue dress adorning a beautiful, shapely body. When she’d noticed you staring at her, the two of you had smiled shyly at each other.

It had been stunning…but the two of you began talking and instantly fell into a comfortable rhythm. You had been vague about yourself, curious despite your past problems to see if perhaps it was worth it to give love one more shot. Never had you been so attracted to one women…until a week later, she introduced you to Lena and Amelie.

Everything had started out okay. You’d never been around so many beautiful women at once, and yet the three of them had seemed to take to you instantly…in more ways then one. After perhaps three months, it was Amelie who threw caution to the wind and kissed you. And it was Lena who demanded a turn after. Within a hour, the three of you had started making out, and to your amazement you learned a secret: the three women were dating each other.

Now, ten months into the relationship and living together, you still didn’t know how to be confident around the three girls that were now your girlfriends. It might have been a curse, but every time they spoke to you about almost anything your face would heat up or your heart would start pounding or you’d grow incredibly shy and flustered.

“Y/n, could you pass me the sugar?” Mei asked, smiling adorably at you. She sat there in a pink, near see-through camisole, and you tried very hard not to stare at her like you wanted to.

Clearing you throat, you managed a nod. “S-Sure, Mei,” you said, picking up the bowl of sugar and standing, reaching out over the table. When she leaned forward to take it, you could see her nipples pressing to the thin material and swallowed as you forced yourself to look anywhere except at her breasts.

Amelie couldn’t help chucking, sitting there in a crisp blue blouse and a pair of black slacks that fit the outfit perfectly. One leg crossed over the other, Amelie Lacroix was a woman of precision and fine taste, you’d discovered shortly after meeting her. She was also the most blunt of the three women.

“It amazes me how you still get so flustered about seeing any of us naked after all these months of sleeping together,” she purred in a heavy French accent, taking a bite of her beignet as her eyes trailed you.

It was the way they looked at you like she’d rather nibble on you then her food that made your ears turn pink and you forced yourself to look at your cereal as you sat. “I can’t r-really help it,” you mumble. “I’m really not used to it…”

Sitting on your other side, Lena couldn’t help grinning. “I think it’s adorable, love,” Lena said, before getting up and hurrying over to clean up her empty plate and do the morning dishes.

Lena always went out for a jog after breakfast, usually for forty-five minutes. Though you never said it, you liked when she came back…you could innocently slip into the shower with her.

Which usually became a orgy of four.

“I can finish those up,” you offered her, finishing off your cereal and going over. It seemed unfair that Lena set up breakfast and then clean it every morning, as the first one awake. It made you happy to help out your girls.

“Are you sure?” she asked, eyes brightening at your nod. “Oh, thank you! Now I can get me a good start today and take a little detour,” she giggled. 

“No problem,” You said, watching as she immediately made a dash for the hallway. Except then as you moved to the sink, you suddenly heard her rush back into the kitchen.

You were about to put your hands in the soapy sink when suddenly you were pulled around and Lena’s body pressed to yours. Cupping your face, she brought you down for a hot kiss that ended with tongues clashing and little to no oxygen for either of you.

When Lena pulled back, you were leaning slightly on the counter, panting as Lena grinned impishly. “Just wanted to say I’m looking forward to that shower,” Lena said with a wink, knowing what your reaction would be.

Looking chagrined with your thoughts put out in the open, you immediately looked panicked, wondering if she might be psychic. Lena didn’t seem bothered though and laughed once more as she headed out the door.

“That seems entirely unfair,” Amelie said, getting up and walking over with a hand on her slim hip, the other holding her breakfast plate as though she were a waitress. “I have to go to work and Lena gets you all to herself?”

You didn’t know how to respond, except Mei seemed to have an answer a lot quicker. “Oh, Lena doesn’t get him all to herself,” Mei said with an almost shy, mischievous smile of her own.

Raising an eyebrow, Amelia put her plate in the sink before moving closer, having you backed up against the counter. “No time for me then, I see?” Amelie said with the barest pout on her pretty pink lips, thick lashes drooping as she suddenly smiled.

Before you could manage any protests, Amelie’s hands were firm on your stomach, slowly sliding up your body, smoothing across your chest and up your shoulders. Linking behind your neck, Amelie pressed herself seductively against you, and you couldn’t help swallowing hard, unable to form words.

How was it that these women tended to leave you so speechless? you thought as Amelie leaned forward and brushed her lips across yours, slowly at first, invitingly.

“Hey!” Mei protested instead, managing to pull Amelie off. “Stop making out with y/n and get going! You’re going to be late!” she stressed, glancing at the clock.

Amelie‘s eyes went to the clock too, and immediately her shoulders straightened. “Damn,” she muttered and sighed. She hated to be late, you knew. “Well, it was worth it. I will see you later,” she winked suggestively at you.

Then Amelie stopped before Mei, cupping her face tenderly and leaning in to initiate the sweetest of kisses. You couldn’t help watching in fascination. It always shocked you seeing these two polar opposites being intimate and cute with each other, and yet Amelie’s soft spot you knew was for Mei and her quiet demeanor. 

Pulling back, Amelie smiled prettily before grabbing her purse from the back of her chair. “Have a good day, you too. Wish Lena a good day for me as well,” she said, waving before walking out, hips swishing sensually. 

The two of you watched after for a moment, before Mei gave a gentle tug on your sleeve. “I can help you with the dishes, if you want,” she said, smiling hesitantly. “But in return I was…um…hoping for…well, a kiss of my own?”

Immediately you felt yourself softening. Mei was the one person you couldn’t be shy around. “Of course. I wouldn’t dream of leaving you without a kiss too,” you said.

Cupping her waist, you pulled her close and bent your head to kiss her tenderly, loving the sweetness of this person that you loved to hold. Nothing was as soothing as holding her in your arms.

Washing the dishes minutes later, you couldn’t help your smile at the thought that passed through your mind as the two of you talked.

We really are the strangest couple.