damn my hair is on point today

things I, a jungkook stan, will never be able to recover from: 

  1. the police uniform in dope + parted dark hair
  2. black leather pants from the run era
  3. those lines in Not Today, Baepsae, and We Are Bulletproof (you know the ones)
  4. classroom ideal (those damn gloves n his voice and the belt chain bye)
  5. RAINISM X 10000000059687985346823994536795
  6. his hair in the Young Forever jacket shoot
  7. those damn circle glasses
  8. helix piercings
  9. smirking all over the place during BST
  10. in fact the entire BST era
  11. IN FACT every era ever
  12. that performance where he fkcing took off his jacket to reveal the worlds biggest biceps and destroyed my existence
  13. anytime hes cried ever
  14. that time he was playing w/ puppies n was giggling all over the place
  15. i could go on forever but u get the point 
The Joker x Reader - “Smarty Pants”

He takes you everywhere with him; you sure come in handy and you have an impeccable reputation when it comes to your skills. But why would he think that a nerdy girl can’t get wild?! Well, you are determined to prove him wrong.

Your reading is interrupted by the commotion going on outside your bedroom: gunshots, screaming, cursing and doors being kicked opened.

What now?! you think, turning the page, continuing your book when you hear:

“Nyx! NYX!!!!!!!!! Where the hell are you, you son of a bitch?!”

You look down at Nyx’s dead body under your feet, a bit startled. That’s Mister J’s voice looking for the jerk; he’s probably not going to like this. Dammit! Your door gets kicked opened and you lift your head from your book, adjusting your reading glasses and look at The Joker, who’s now standing there, not very happy to say the least.

“Doll, I didn’t know you’re here,” he frowns, stepping inside. “Still working for the…ass..hole…” he notices Nyx’s corpse with the chopstick in his eye and your feet resting on top of the body.

“Not anymore, Mister J,” you close your book, hoping he won’t snap. “This was the second time he tried to rape me, so I had to defend myself,” you say, pulling out the chopstick, wiping it on your shirt and placing it back in your messy bun.

J narrows his eyes and lowers his gun.

“Can’t say that I blame you then, but I sure wanted to blow his brains out myself. What are you reading, Doll?” he exhales, still annoyed.

“Quantum Physics and Applications,” you show him the cover, smiling.

“Any good?” he squints his eyes, intrigued.

“Pretty boring actually but interesting enough,” you lift your shoulders and take your feet out of the high heels, getting up the couch. The shoes are left on Nyx’s chest since the hills are buried deep in his flesh.

“You’re such a smart Doll; I like clever girls…” he grins, analyzing you. “We’re going to blow this place up, care to get out of here?” The Joker sniffles, signaling you to move and you do so. You quickly cram a few books and all your reading glasses in your backpack and head out the door.

You probably seem very disappointed noticing all the blood on the hallway since you don’t have any shoes on.

“Yo, Frosty!” J yells and Jonny pops his head from the next room.

“Yes, sir!”

“Be a gentleman and help the lady out,” he orders, starting to walk away.

“Of course, boss. Hi, Y/N,” he comes in front of you, waiting.

“Hi, Frost, I didn’t see you in forever,” you genuinely grin, surprised. He lifts you up in his arms, carrying you over the soiled hallway while you’re both chit chatting.

“Hey, Doll,” The Joker interrupts, “ wanna come work for me? I assume you’re unemployed for the moment.”

“Really?” you inquire, kind of excited.

He turns and snaps at you:
“I wouldn’t ask if I wasn’t sure, OK????!!!!!”

Shit, he has such a temper, you think, but you are used to everything by now. You worked for so many messed up people.

“OK, Mister J. And yes, I will come work for you,” you sweetly smile and his sour expression diminishes.

“Good, I always wanted you to work for me. I like smart girls.”   Didn’t he say this already?


He takes you everywhere with him; you sure come in handy and you have an impeccable reputation when it comes to your skills.

“Y/N, am I getting a good deal out of this?” he taps his cane on the floor, getting you attention at the meeting and you lift your eyes up, gazing at all those men in the VIP room that devour you with their eyes. Creeps! You sure are wanted by a lot of them and you know it, but you have the right to decide who you’ll work for so… yeah, here you are.

“No, Mister J, the price of diamonds went up with 15% on the black market since last week. You need to get at least 1 million more in order for this to be a good deal.”

“Ahhhh, did you hear that boys? I’m getting screwed over! Make it two millions for trying to trick me,” he snarls, giving them a crazy look. “I don’t like it when people try to cross me, got it?” he grins his silver teeth, panting. They Know better than not to agree with The Clown Prince of Crime. He gets what he wants.


After the meeting, he sits in his armchair, keeping an eye on the club and staring you down also.

“What are you reading, Pumpkin?” he addresses you, biting on his lower lip.

“Dark Matter and Black Holes,” you reply, wondering why in the world he keeps on calling you all these pet names, but you know better than opening your mouth to protest about it.

“Care to elaborate?” J lifts himself up and comes on the couch, nonchalantly placing his head on your knees and lifting his feet up on the pillows.

“Are you sure?”

He rolls his eyes and you start talking and gesticulating because you sure don’t want to make him mad. The Joker finds himself interested in your little presentation; you sure put a lot of passion into it since you love the subject. He even asks a few questions that you are more than happy to answer, blushing when he takes your glasses off and you instinctively reach for your chopstick.

“Don’t you dare using that chopstick on me, Y/N,” he cracks his neck, growling.

“Oh my God, I am so sorry, old defensive habit, I swear I am not going to stab you in the eye; I really love your eyes!” you blur out fast, hoping his not going to kill you for your transgression. Shit, your cheeks are burning when you realize what came out of your mouth.

“Do you now, Kitten?” he snickers, putting your reading glasses back on.

You nod a fast yes, hoping you’re on steady ground. You wouldn’t know, but The Joker felt like he was taking a piece of lingerie off when he took your glasses away. It made him feel so strange and now he wonders if he found himself a new kink. Like he needs another one. But he sure loves all the colored frames you have to match all your sexy enough outfits (as he refers to them). You’re pretty and nerdy, not a bad combo.

“Tell me something in French, Doll,” he requests and you start talking, intrigued on why he’s taking your glasses off again. Weird but, hey, whatever.

“That sounds so sexy, what does it mean, huh?”

“Last night I washed dishes and did a bunch of laundry,” you chuckle, taking your glasses from his hand and placing them on his face. J doesn’t stop you and you gasp while he laughs at the translation; he sure thought it meant something naughty.

“Wow, Mister J, you look so good with glasses,” you utter, mesmerized. The thin green frames sure match his hair and shirt perfectly.

“You think so, Doll?” he winks and you get flustered, upset at yourself for saying such sweet nothings; you’re not the type. Stupid hormones! you scold yourself in your head, aggravated.

“U-hum,” you mumble and take your glasses back. Jesus, why do you feel so warm? It sure felt like you were undressing him just now when you took his glasses away. My God, please don’t let this be a new kink, you don’t need it, thank you.

The Joker traces your jaw line to tease you more because he’s a jerk:

“Tell me something in Italian, Y/N,” he pleads, biting his tongue. You can’t help but glare at his lips and start rambling.

“I like the way it sounds, Princess. What does it mean?”

“All the dirty things I want you to do to me tonight.”    Did this crap just came out of your mouth?!

“Ha-ha-ha, that’s better, finally something I wanna hear,” he cracks up as you squirm, uncomfortable as hell.

“No, no, no, no, Mister J, that’s what it literally means, not that I want you to…Christ, this sounds terrible,” you try to defend yourself and J decides to give you a break. He gets up from your lap, still snickering and you so want to cover your face but you don’t. It would make it worse.

“I guess we had enough foreign languages for tonight, right? Let’s get back to the Penthouse, it’s getting late.”


“Y/N, am I getting a good deal out of this?”

“No,” you promptly answer, closing the book you’re reading. “The price of guns and explosives on the black market went up 17.2% this week. You need at least $500.000 for this to be a good deal.”

“Well, I’ll be damn,” he passes his fingers through his hair, snarling towards the other business partners in the room. “How did I get this rich on my own without her?! Make it 1 million boys, just for insulting me with your stupid offer!”


After another successful meeting (for The Joker, that is), he becomes interested in your book.

“And what are we reading today, hm?” he points towards the covers, coming over to your couch and placing his head in your lap again.

“The Science of Interstellar,” you hover over him, excited to share.

“Care to elaborate?”

“Oh, yeah, I love this book, “ and you keep on talking and talking and J finds himself immersed in the subject, not even being bored. He takes your glasses off again and inhales deeply, listening to the sound of your voice. Why does he keep on taking your glasses off?!

“Oh!!!” you suddenly jump a bit, ending your speech. “I love this song!”

“Huh?” The Joker asks, getting up because you bounce your legs, impatient. He never saw you show any interest in anything like this and you sure accompany him at his meetings a lot. Since he’s a complete jerk, he decides to wear your glasses and you gulp when seeing how good they look on him:

“Wow, Mister J, you look soooo stunning with glasses!”

“Yeah, I know, I was told before by a nerdy girl,” J licks his lips and you get up from the couch, take your jacket out and toss it in his lap, starting to swing your hips to the rhythm of the song. (which is Madonna & David Guetta- “Revolver” by the way).

What is she doing?! J asks himself, since you never did this before. You sure didn’t have any alcohol. It’s the hormones, but he wouldn’t know.

 “My love’s a revolver, my sex is a killer,

Do you wanna die happy,

Do you wanna die happy?” you sing along and start giving him a lap dance he didn’t expect in a million years. Jeez, who thought you had it in you? But he likes it, oh yeah, he likes it because you are actually very good at it. He runs his hands on the side of your legs and you reach your hand for your chopstick. J sure wants to grab his gun but you stop him and lean over to whisper in his ear:
“I’m not gonna use it, I told you I like your eyes…yes?” and you kiss him, euphoric, throwing the chopstick on the table to let your long red hair loose.

Holy shit, the Joker thinks, completely surprised by the whole thing. Who would have thought you are so naughty?! This is turning out to be a nice night, especially since he learned about Interstellar stuff also. He doesn’t remember a word you said earlier right now because you sure grind against him, ready to kiss him again.

“Ohhh, Daddy likes it,” he grins, smacking his lips and you straddle his lap, pulling on his bottom lip.

“Really?” you stare at his eyes again and…the song is over. “Ah, too bad,” you pout and get up, fixing your hair like nothing happened. “Shame is over, I sure love this song, it drives me wild,” you signal for your jacket and J hands it over, intrigued. WTF, are you the same person?! He’s sure aroused as hell.

“I didn’t think you could do such a thing, Doll,” J admits, attempting to cross his legs but he can’t so he gives up.

“Why, because I read books and I’m smart?!” you suddenly feel offended.

“A-ha,” he is fast in replying since he sees an opportunity there.

“You have no idea how crazy I’m in bed; don’t generalize things just because I’m a bookworm Mister J!” you sulk, furrowing your eyebrows.

“If you say so…” he rolls his eyes, reaching for your book.

“What, you don’t believe me?!” you kind of yell, even more annoyed.

The Joker just lifts his shoulders up, pretending to dismiss your words.

“You want me to prove it to you?!” you almost shout, antagonized at his attitude.

“If you insis..” J doesn’t get to finish because you yank his glasses away, pissed and wanting him in the same time, crushing his lips and tearing his shirt off while he struggles to be the dominant one (without success)for the first 15 minutes. That didn’t happen before but he admits he doesn’t mind it.

Thank God the music is deafening so nobody hears your moaning and screaming and his grunting because it would be very loud.


You watch him tuck his shirt in and you are just finishing up buttoning your tight capris.

You are panicking because now you realize what a bad idea this was. Sleeping with your boss?! Dammit, stupid hormones!!!

“You were sure telling the truth, Pumpkin, Daddy loved it,” he purrs, satisfied.

“What’s wrong?” he wants to know when he realizes you’re talking to yourself.

“I don’t sleep around, Mister J,” you whimper, upset.

“You’re not sleeping around, Doll, you’re sleeping with me, ok?” The Joker huffs, not getting the picture.

“Oh my God, stupid hormones!” you mutter, massaging your temples.

“What was that, Y/N?” he asks because he can’t hear over the music.

“I said it was awesome!” you raise your voice, mad at your stupid nerdy ass. But it was really awesome, can’t lie about it.


The next day he took you over to Jax’s hideout for a meeting, of course.

“Doll, am I getting a good deal?” J lifts your chin from your book, a bit vexed you are not paying attention. You were actually thinking about how good he looks naked and it sure bugs you.

“No, the price of gold went up 12.3% since last week. You need at least $750.000 for this to be a good deal,” you sigh, watching all the dudes staring you down.

“Mister J, I’ll give you 2 millions more if you let Y/N work for me for a month,” Jax is fast to negotiate and since J believes it’s a good deal, he agrees:


You look up at him with your mouth open, not excited at all:
“I don’t want to  stay here, Mister J, I work for you,” you complain, hurt he is giving you away like you’re a thing.

“It’s just a month, Doll, you’ll be fine. Plus, I wasn’t asking, got it?” he shoves his finger in your face, irked because he hates insubordination.
You sniffle, wanting to cry with anger but you keep it together and start reading again, not really seeing the words.


The Joker starts missing you after two days and it annoys him sooooo much. He keeps on looking at the books and reading glasses you left behind. You didn’t take everything with you since you will be gone for only four weeks. How hard can it be without her? he thinks. It’s not that he didn’t manage without you before you came to work for him. Piece of cake, he decides.

He brought one of the girls from the club, dressed her with your clothes and gave her a pair of your glasses. He even takes her to a meeting and she is sitting on the couch like you used to, reading a book she doesn’t understand.

“Doll, am I getting a good deal?” he turns towards the girl and she freezes.

“Ummm… I don’t know Mister J… “ she honestly replies, scared.

“How can you not know?!” he screams at her. “Y/N would know!”

“I’m sorry Mister J,” she apologizes and starts crying.

“Oooh, shut up!” he cuts her off, wanting to strangle her.

That didn’t go well.

After everyone left, he goes and places his head on her knees, aggravated she’s not smart like you.

“Which one of her books are you reading?” he questions the girl and she shows him:

“Quantum Physics and Applications,” she manages to articulate, almost shaking.

“I know that one,” he smiles for a second then he gets grouchy again. “Care to elaborate?” he barks at her and the poor girl start bawling, stammering her words:
“I-I don’t k-know, M-Mister J, I c-can’t understand a-anything.”

“My god, you’re so stupid!” he elbows her with murder on his mind. “Do you know French?”

“N-No,” she keeps on weeping, scared for her life.

“Do you know Italian?”


“Then what the hell are you doing here, huh? GET OUT!!!!!!” he shouts, getting up and pushing her away.
That didn’t go well.


“Y/N, Mister J is here,” Jax lets you know and you don’t lift your eyes from your book because you don’t want to see him. What is he doing here after 3 days he basically sold you for more money?! You don’t want to work for Jax, you don’t like him. You only pick employers you like. And right now you don’t like J either. Big problem I guess.

“Mister J would like to drink a…”

“I know what he likes!” you lift yourself from the couch, aggravated, slamming your book to the side, still not glancing his way and go to mix his drink. When you bring it back and hand it over, The Joker touches your fingers with his, holding them for a few seconds and you finally glare at him. What the…? He’s wearing your purple reading glasses to match his jacket and cane. Your mouth opens with surprise and he just blinks slowly, pretending he doesn’t care about anything. What kind of strategy is this?! you think, puzzled. What is he up to?!

You turn on your hills and head back to your seat when he addresses Jax:

“I want my employee back; I’ll give you 5 millions!”

“Done!” Jax is fast in agreeing before J finishes the sentence because how can he refuse such a deal?! He doesn’t know what’s going on but he doesn’t need you that badly. He’s getting so much more than he paid for you so it works for him.

In the meantime you just watch them, perplexed, hating your life: WTF, am I cattle or what?!


He’s been driving for 20 minutes and you didn’t say a word to him.

“So what’s the last book you’ve read, hm?” J starts the conversation, squeezing the steering wheel so hard it hurts.

“How to Deal With a Shitty Boyfriend!” you grumble, crossing your arms on your chest and looking out the window. (It really is the name of the book. Sometimes you read fluff like this).

“Sounds like an award winning one,” he snorts, amused you’re so feisty. “Care to elaborate?”


“Do you even have a boyfriend? Why would you read such nonsense?”
You bite on your cheek, moving away from him more.

“Well, then, do you care if I listen to music?” he asks because he has it all planned.

“I don’t care!”

“ ‘kaayyyy,” and he turns on his stereo. Sure enough, Madonna’s “Revolver” starts playing.

“Really?! Really?!” you get even more worked up, and finally turn towards him.

“Wha’? You said you don’t mind so…”
“Pull over!” you demand, impatient but he can’t notice it yet.
“We’re in the woods, I don’t wanna pull over,” he argues, sucking on his teeth.

“Pull over I said!” and you take your seatbelt off, making him yank at the wheel and park on a small, dusty road.
“Jeez, are you trying to…”

But you don’t let him finish. You crawl in his lap and start kissing him roughly, unbuttoning your shirt in the same time.

“God,” you moan,” this song drives me wild!!” You bite his ear and he starts purring, delighted. It worked, he thinks, horny as hell, unhooking your bra.

Stupid hormones, you think, mad at yourself again but eager to get him naked as fast as possible.



lordhyderon-deactivated20170208  asked:

kill me with 34

OMG! What the fuck is wrong with you, man? D: Now in revenge, i’ll write other kind of dying.

34. In a pool of your own blood

ff.net // AO3

Hyde’s day had been a nightmare.

Not only Kelso and Brooke thought it was a good day to have a big fight and leave their eldest daughter with him so they could resolve their crap alone, but the latest album shipment to Grooves was completely wrong. The distributor had screwed up his order, and he was the one who had to fix it.

He hated this part of being The Boss. He tried his damn best, but on days like this he wished he could still be the lazy kid in the basement. But nope.

Nowdays he was the owner of a growing chain of music stores that also supported small bands, giving them a chance to get heard. He was also a very stressed-out-at-the-moment husband and a very worried-for-the-past-week father.

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anonymous asked:

Can you do a fem!reader where youve been with the junkers forver (polyroadrat) and when yall join overwatch you're used to wearing tiny short cutoffs and just a thin wrap or crop top like thing and 76 has to have a 'chat' with you bc luico, mccree and others are getting distracted?

((So anon, you don’t know how happy I was when I got this because this is pretty much my HC for my OC Ava. None of the Junkers really worry about modesty, they ain’t used to the ‘normal world’ yet so this was suuuuper fun to write!!))


You froze mid-step, turning around curiously before grinning wide as your eyes landed on the vigilante Soldier: 76. You bounced on the balls of your feet slightly before walking towards the older man and cocking your head to the side. He had his mask on but it looked like the tip of his ears were slightly pink, straightening his jacket in a fidgeting motion. Head tilting to the other side, brow cocking up you continued to examine him before he cleared his throat.

“Oh sorry Soldier”, you exclaimed with a slight jump, eyes jumping back up to his mask-covered face. Rocking on your feet you gave a soft admonishing giggle for yourself before again tilting your head. “How can I help ya?”

“Y/N”, he started, rolling his shoulders as he looked down at you through the mask. He still fidgeted slightly, an uncomfortable gesture that you had seen before. “I would like to talk to you about your–choice in outfits.”

Straight and to the point, as was the vigilante’s way. Looking down at your outfit, your brow furrowed in confusion. You didn’t understand what was wrong with your outfit, you had even worn extra layers today! It was summer in Gibraltar, the little island balmy, warm and comfortable. The proximity to the ocean made it way more tolerable than the sweltering heat you had grown used to growing up in the irradiated Australian Outback so you had more than enough clothing for the weather. Today you were dressed in a pair of light, sun-faded cutoff jean shorts that ended just below your ass. You and Mako had sewn patches into it, one of a pig, another one of Jamie’s smiley faces and a neon pink pachimari. Your top was a heart covered shiny pink scarf that Mako had helped you make into a crop halter top, your smaller chest easily bound and covered by the material. Underneath you wore a baby blue bikini top, just as extra support and in case you decided to go to the beach like you had several times that week. You had two mismatched knee high socks on, one blue and red horizontal stripes, the other green and purple tie dye, both tucked into the orange sneakers Lena had given you as a gift. You spun around, looking at your outfit, legitimate confusion on your face as you turned to look back up at old man.

“What’s wrong with my clothes”, you asked incredulously, motioning up and down at your outfit.

“That’s not the problem”, Soldier answered, obviously exasperated as he pointed at your shorts and the fact that most of your torso was uncovered. “I’ve gotten several concerned comments from other agents. The revealing nature of your outfits are–distracting. ”

“But I even wore socks today”, you exclaimed, pointing at you socks for emphasis. You didn’t understand, your hand running your thick hair confusedly, scratching at your scalp. “What’s revealin’ about any of this?”

Back in Oz, what you were wearing would be considered damn near formal, covered skin being looked at as a sign of mourning and grief. There was practically no protection from the sun on the continent after the Omnium explosion, leaving the land ridiculously hot and painfully dry. While skin did require protection, usually in the form of several layers of mud or dirt as a protective barrier, wearing too many layers of clothes was practically out of the question. It would cause most to break out in heat rashes or drop from heat stroke. So most Junkers preferred to wear as few layers as possible; Jamie and Mako going completely shirtless, you wearing things that left most of your legs and torso bare. It was uncomfortable for any of you to wear more because all of you had grown used to the Junker way of living and clothing yourselves. Plus you were so particular about what touched your skin, strongly disliking the confined feel that some fabrics gave you. Winter and fall and really cool days were the only exception to any of the rules, and today definitely wasn’t a cool day.

“Look”, Soldier sighed and it just seemed more and more obvious that the man didn’t actually want to be having this conversation. He dragged a hand over his masked face, sighing once more before continuing. “You’re not an agent. I don’t have any authority over you and quite frankly I don’t care. I just thought I’d bring it to your attention.”

With that he did a sharp about face and walked off, your bewildered expression lost to the soldier. Throwing your arms up in the air, a bit of agitation slipped out as you stomped your foot and yelled at the back of the man.

“Tell them the next time they have an issue they can tell me to my face!”

Some of Jamie’s spitfire slipped out but its intensity was minimized by your sweet, awkward voice. Soldier paused for a second before you swore you saw his shoulder shake in laughter, throwing a thumbs up before continuing down the hall in the opposite direction.

Hair Game (Peter Parker x poc!reader insert)

Originally posted by spiderholland

Originally posted by thecoolcoolcat

Pairing: poc!reader x Peter Parker

Word Count: 1039

Summary: When it comes to natural hair management, it was never easy for (Name). Her hair was coarse, tangled easily, and soaked up water like a sponge. Thankfully, (Name) had a little help to ensure that her hair game was strong.

Author Note: I LOVE writing hair-themed pieces, so I decided to create another one. Keep in mind Peter will be 18 in this one-shot. Enjoy~!

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Watch and Learn (Hank McCoy x Reader)

Lunch may get interrupted but there’s another kinda appetite Hank McCoy just can’t ignore…

Word Count: 2697

“Honestly, Hank, this place is amazing.” It was my first time visiting Hank at school and everything about it was so fascinating. We had a lunch date and before we ate he gave me a small tour of the place, not even covering half the campus.

“What’s your favorite part?”

I chewed on a grape from the fruit salad I made and thought of an answer. “Hmm, definitely the garden.”

Hank nodded. “The garden’s nice. A few of the kids here have abilities that manifest in nature; going out there to practice helps them a lot.”

“And let me guess what your favorite place is around here,” I said smirking at him. When I arrived he was neck deep in beakers and flasks in the lab, and by the looks of it he’d been there for some time.

“The lab is just…” He shrugged. “It’s what I do best. It all comes so naturally, everything in there. It’s like humming a tune, only I’m in a rubber suit and mixing terrible smelling corrosive chemicals.”

“Yeah, well good thing you wear the suit,” I said, leaning forward and taking a sniff at his crisp, button up shirt. “I like the way you smell, don’t want you tampering with it.”

He smiled nervously and looked down at his serving of fruit salad, his face showing the slightest signs of pink. “I like the way you smell too, Y/N.”

I grinned and nudged at him playfully. “Is that your feral side comin’ out to play?”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “That’s just… me making an observation.”

I grabbed a fork and picked up a piece of strawberry from his plate and fed it to him. “And what else have you observed?” He chuckled and blushed again before grabbing the piece of fruit between his teeth when someone barged into the classroom. Quickly he swallowed the fruit and stood, looking to the door at the student coming in.

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New Boy (Calum hood)

The girl mocked me after tripping me down the stairs….in front of the whole school. I picked my AP chemistry textbook up as everyone around me continued on with their laughing. Cool girls, they always think that they run the school and can do whatever they please with he rest of us.

Oh, I’m Y/n by the way. Don’t feel sorry for me, it happens a lot more then you think. High school can be a dangerous place for the people who aren’t preppy cheerleaders, super geniuses, or bonehead jocks who thinks a girl isn’t hot unless they’ve seen her naked. But hey, what do I know? let’s get back to the story….

As I walked into my Chemistry class, you could still hear the giggles and see the smirks from the people who just witnessed my tragic accident. “Students settle down now!” Mrs. Mulberry screamed while slamming her metal ruler down on her table. “I will NOT tolerate any form of bullying in my class! Don’t make me get the principle down here!” Well at least I have one person on my side. “Why does she always slam her ruler down like that? For all I care, She can take that thing and shove it up her a-”

This is my best friend, Penelope. But everyone calls her penny.

We both laugh but Mrs. Mulberry isn’t amused. “I’ll just wait for y/n and penny to finish up their conversation since it’s more important that what we’re learning today. Maybe that’s why you tripped down the stairs y/n, cause you can’t seem to pay attention.” A chorus of ooo’s and laughters spreads throughout the class. So much for having someone on my side. As she turned around to continue teaching, some boy walked into the class room. He was tall with dark hair and had the most perfect jawline I’ve ever seen in all my years of living. This has got to be a new kid cause there is no way I could have never seen this boy around school. “Penny, who is that?” As she looked up from her textbook, her eyes could have popped out of her skull. “Damn. I have no idea but I sure wouldn’t mind getting to know him.” “Students, we have a new student joining us today! he’s traveled all the way from Australia! What’s your name again young man?”


And from this point on, my entire life changed…

nah just kidding. But this guy seriously was hot as hell.

As he walked to the back of the class to find a lab table to sit at, he had every girl drooling over him. “Y/n he’s gonna sit next to us!!” “Yeah right penny, out of all the people he could sit next to in our class why would he sit-” before I could even finish my sentence he was already sitting down in the vacant spot next to me. I kept my head facing penny, afraid to turn it forward in case he was looking at me. “Y/n say something to him!” “Shut up he can probably hear you!” I said. I could feel my cheeks getting hotter by the second.

Why would he want to talk to me? I just fell down the stairs for crying out loud! And besides, he looks way to cool to be in my league. “Y/n, just say hi…it’s not that big of a deal”. She was right of course. After all, it would be nice to have someone who doesn’t think I’m a complete loser. I turned around and he was a thousand times hotter up close. His big brown eyes were already looking into my soul like he knew every single detail about my life. It made me even more nervous. “Hey I’m y/n”. before he spoke he plastered a little smirk on his face while staring me up and down. Usually I wouldn’t be this nervous in front of someone but there was something about Calum that made me feel..I don’t know, different….I think it’s the jawline. “I saw you fall down the stairs and it looked pretty bad…you okay?” Great. He saw he saw me fall. My life is officially over from this point on. “Yeah I’m fine” I tried smiling away the embarrassment that was pouring out of me. He smiled and somehow it made me forget that I was even embarrassed. “You listen to good charlotte?” “What?” He motioned to my shirt that penny had gotten me for my birthday. “Of course, if I didn’t then I’d be one of those dolled up barbies sitting over there.” I pointed to the group of girls eyeing Calum from across the room. He laughed “you know what y/n? You’re pretty funny.” “Ive been trying to tell people-” “Y/N! One more outbreak in my class and I’ll give you detention!”

55 minutes later the bell rung. As I was putting my stuff back into my book bag. Calum spoke to me again,

“hey y/n?”
“Maybe I’ll see you around?”
“Well we do have the same class together”

Nice one y/n, now he’s probably gonna think you’re a smartass.

He chuckled, “yeah. See you tomorrow then.” and with that he walked out of the classroom.

This is gonna be one hell of a school year.

Friends after all - Dean Winchester x Reader - Chapter 6 (Fake boyfriend/Neighbour AU)

Title: Friends after all

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word count: 4,696

Warnings: Fluff

Summary: AU. Dean Winchester. Mechanic. Neighbour. Best friend. Single father. And fake boyfriend? You babysit his daughter. You’ve known him for years and you’ve been really close. Everything will be put to test though when your sister’s wedding approaches and he has the brilliant idea of pretending to be your boyfriend. Nobody would have ever thought of the result. Certainly not you.

An invitation to a wedding? And Dean being there as your boyfriend too? What more can happen in a whole weekend?

Read: Part 1 l Part 2 l Part 3 l Part 4 l Part 5

“(Y/n)? (Y/n) are you alright? What is it?” Dean asked, worry lacing his voice.

You did not respond to him as you started ripping the envelope apart to get to the main letter. You still found it impossible to believe so you needed to see it with your own eyes to make sure. And sure as hell, once you open the envelope there it was. In your hands. Right in front of your eyes.

“(Y/n)? What’s that?” Dean asked with a deep frown, coming closer to you and trying to look at the letter in your hands.

“It’s-” you swallowed looking up at him “-an invitation. To my sister’s wedding.” you said, unable to hide your shock.

“Oh.” Dean only nodded his head “So?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

You rolled your eyes at him “My sister is getting married Dean!” you said trying to put emphasis on all of your words but Dean just seemed not to get it.

“Yeah, I very much realized that. I can’t understand what your problem is. Shouldn’t you be happy about it?” he asked simply.

“Yes, yes and I am.” you let out a sigh “I am happy about her. It was not something I didn’t expect either. They were together for really long and had been talking about it for months, it’s just… It’s just I never expected it to happen so soon.”

“Well, I really can’t see what’s so bad about that” he shrugged but you only shook your head, opening the invitation to see the beautiful letters with the date and place next to a photo of your sister and her future husband.

“Wow that’s her? Man she’s hot! Do you think she’ll be interested in having some fun before the wedding or- ow!” Dean started saying as he looked at the photo only to stop and exclaim, rubbing his shoulder as you had hit him rather hard.

“What was that for?” he asked, looking at you now.

“That’s my sister.” you hissed, glaring up at him and trying not show the jealousy that was rising up inside you “And she’s getting married. So shut it.” you ended up growling and looked down at the invitation.

“Oh fuck” you breathed out in a whisper as soon as your eyes scanned the date.

“What?” Dean asked worried again.

“It- It’s taking place this Sunday” you breathed out in horror.

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I Thought You Were Different: Book 2 (Part 12/?)  (Stark x reader)

This is flying by, you guys.  We’re already at freaking Part 12.

Part 11

“I can’t do this, guys,” Tony wavered, standing outside of your hospital room and staring through the door window, “she probably doesn’t even want to see me, right?  Right. I’m sure she’s still really pissed. I should go.”  He spun on his heel to make a run for it, but turned only to land within Bucky’s authoritative grasp.

“Get your ass in there, Stark.  We didn’t risk this much just for you to be a pussy about it.”

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The Last Spacebender, ACT 1: Trapped In A Lab Cover Design

I’m not working on this any longer for several reasons.

1. A lot of the details I added where a little unnecessary.

2. I started two more paintings involving Samuel, in which suddenly his hair and nose drastically changed.

3. I like those paintings better, because they got Samuel’s nose and hair right.

So I decided to get this finished today; I have a bitter sweet opinion on it. No point in moping or spending another damn week on it. It’s done. I’m done. Time to move on.


The series is as follows :

Mama Scully’s Party …. MorningUnderwearsMapsNachosFoul BallPromisesStayPhone CallsFlannel InterruptionAwakeningFriendly CompromisesScrabbleApart …  A Long WeekLightningMissing YouInterimStuffWaitingGoingHandsUnsteadyFearFastSlowRegardlessInto the DarkLightSurfboardsCurbsShowersBordersCanyonsSoakedIce CreamNever HappenedDeep SouthAlmostBlue-Suede ShoesUnwelcomeRemarkableStarsDoorbellsM&MsKneesHome


He did his best not to complain but by the next morning, his leg was throbbing. Trying to keep his mouth shut, he couldn’t help wincing when Scully bumped into the mattress. She turned in time to see him go white, “oh, God, I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”

Through clenched teeth, “it’s fine.”

Coming to crouch beside him, careful not to touch the bed, “do you need more pain meds yet?”

“Nope. Just a good shot of whiskey and a bat to the face.” Shifted as well as he could, he nodded, “okay, maybe more drugs would be good.”

“I don’t think we can put you in a car right now. I don’t think we could even get you to the elevator.”

“Well, then, you will open the balcony doors and make sure you do your surfing right in front of the hotel so I can watch you from my comfortable and very large king size bed.”

“What if you have to go to the bathroom?”

“I will fire from here and pray I can make it around corners.”

Bursting into laughter, “how about I just stay up here today? Maybe we can get you out on the balcony, I can go pick up breakfast and some tacos for lunch we can eat later. I’ve got cards in my bag so we can practice our cheating or we can try to learn some Spanish watching TV.”

“I hate pity, Scully, you know that.”

“And I’m going to hate to have to clean pee off the wall. I am relaxing in my room today and you just happen to be here, too, so suck it up, buttercup. Now, what do you want on your pancakes?”


It took until about 2pm for Scully to sit back in her chair, warm breeze ruffling her hair, to realize and point out to Mulder, “this is the first day we haven’t done anything. I mean, we’ve had to sit while driving but I mean, we are actually just doing absolutely not a damn thing right now.”

“Kinda nice, isn’t it?”

She looked sideways at him, his leg propped on his three pillows on the third chair, his hair stiff, his face semi-crusty from the salt still on his skin, his finally relaxed smile, the half-Vicodin taking care of the pain without making him completely floppy. “It really is. Maybe that’s what they meant by vacation and we’re just figuring it out now.”

“So, the first three weeks were just practice.”

Scully dropped her head back, “has it really been three weeks already.”


“I wonder when I’m going to run out of money.”

“I’ll cover you if you need to.”

“We should probably stick to cheaper rooms on the way home.”

Picking up two cards and winning the game, “since I have bought nothing of note for myself in seven years, I have enough money to keep us in a comfortable bed for a little while longer.”

Reshuffling, she smirked, “am I slowly becoming a kept woman?”

“You buy the food, we call it even.”

Sooner than later, Mulder began dozing in his chair and Scully roused him, helping him move to the bed, pain killers administered and leg propped. In his twilight daze, “you take care of me.”

“And you take care of me. That’s how this works.”

“I don’t recall reading that memo.”

“It wasn’t a memo. I left it in note form on your fridge.” Lightly scratching her fingernails through his gritty hair, “when you wake up, I’m going to help you with a shower, all right? I can feel the sand caked on your scalp.”

Eyes blinking once up at her before shutting for his nap, “you want to give me a bath?”

Wondering if she should really be enjoying that thought as much as she was, considering, “something like that.”


It wasn’t so much a shower that Mulder got that evening as an awkward, ‘Scully sitting on the toilet holding his cast out of the water while he semi-bathed himself and tried not to drown in the process’ cleaning. After his third accidental slide and dunk, he spluttered to the surface, “there has got to be a cast out there that I could take off, just to shower. This is ridiculous.”

“There are, Mulder, you just can’t use one right now. In a few weeks, you might be able to switch to one but right now, the bones need time to set and start to heal. While that happens, you can’t be taking it on and off and moving.”

Soap in his eyes, he squinted up at her, “I’d be sitting still in a bathtub for Christ’s sake. How much damage could I do?”

Keeping her eyes dutifully shut, she couldn’t help but smile, “you are Fox William Mulder and that is not a question you should ever say out loud.”

Suddenly, she heard him snort, “oh, the stories we’re going to have, Scully.”

“Can we skip telling my mother certain ones, please?”

“We’ll see.”

They got him out of the tub without breaking anything else, Scully, eyes averted but open so they didn’t both end up on the floor. “I swear to God, Mulder, next time, we’re getting a room with a shower attachment and you’re gonna hose off while sitting on a chair.”


At the end of the day, the pair of them lay quietly in their bed, balcony open to the ocean breeze, covers thrown to the bottom of the bed, room soft in its darkness, “you awake?”


Mulder smiled at her indecisive overtone, “well, if I say I’m sorry for breaking myself but thank you for taking care of me, would you be awake?”


“What if I said that I’ve had the best vacation, minus the terrible parts, of my entire life with you?”

Turning away from him and settling on her side, “Pretty sure I’d be awake for that.”

“What if I told you that I can’t imagine having anyone else here with me?”

This brought her scooting back so she was pressed against his side, “What if I said back that not only am I awake but that I’m blushing profusely and am enjoying all the compliments?”

“I’d say that you are my best friend and I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

As she fumbled behind her for his hand, which he gladly flopped over her hip, “Oh, brother.”

“Oh, brother! I am pouring my half-Vicodined heart out to you in the middle of a foreign country with a broken leg and all you respond with is ‘oh, brother’?”

“You’re hungry, aren’t you?”

“Completely. Feels like my insides are trying to eat the rest of my insides.”

“I’ll go raid the vending machine. Maybe they’ve refilled the Cheetos section.”

Giving her hip a squeeze, then a roll, “you are a Goddess, Agent Scully.”

“Who said I was bringing anything for you, Agent Mulder.”

After the vending machine raid, Scully dropped several fruit bars, Cheezits and some decidedly strange bags of spicy pretzels on his lap, “will that hold you until breakfast or do you need me to go raid the streets for leftover corn salsa and burritos?”

Pulling open one of the pretzel bags, he held it out to her, “don’t make like you’re not hungry, too. I know that look.”

“I have a look?”

“Oh, dear partner, you have a thousand and one looks and I know them all and that one you’re wearing right now is telling me you are on the verge of hangry and haven’t realized it yet.”

Taking a spicy pretzel and instantly setting her mouth on fire, she scrambled for water, “holy God! These things should come with a warning!”

Mulder watched her gulp down half her bottle before, “well, here’s the thing, Scully, that’s what the word ‘spicy’ denotes, along with the flames making up the name of the food,” holding to package out to her and pointing at the colorful fire-shaped words, “see, ‘Hot and Spicy’, right there. See?”

As she pulled out another one of her many looks, Mulder grinned and popped a pretzel in his mouth, “that look right there is the one telling me I have approximately 3.7 seconds to apologize or you’re going to stuff this whole bag into my mouth and take away my drink.”

Scully glared, then lay down, “g’night, Mulder and you’re welcome for the snacks.”

Now he just laughed, his hand back on her hip, “thank you.”

11. Dreams could've been reality


Work was always a drag

Running my fingers through my mangled tresses, I pulled them up into a sloppy ponytail before starting up my car. Tammy’s salon was the only thing on my mind as of right now. My hair was looking a damn mess and I’m dissapointed in myself for letting it get to this point also with everyone else who didn’t inform me I looked like the bride of Frankenstein. 

I turned the corner to the street the salon was on groaning aloud at the amount of cars that were tightly parked along the streets. In proud of myself for making an appointment because if I was a walk-in there’s no way I’d be getting my hair done today. 

I eventually found myself a park just a few doors down from the salon. I quickly placed my hat over my head and my sunglasses on my face. Taking a step out, I pulled my skirt down heading for the doors. I’ve been coming here since the first week I moved out here. Tammy was an amazing woman and the fact that she could get my hair looking like I belonged on a red carpet in no time was even better.

I pushed the door to the shop open as the bell went off above my head. “Hey everybody.” I greeted, sending a wave towards the women getting their heads done. A slew of ‘Hey Rob’ and ‘Hey Girl’ were their responses making me laugh. 

“Hey Robyn, you’re the five thirty?” The woman at the desk, Karen, asked. I nodded while she pushed me the sign-in sheet to show I’d shown up for my appointment. I signed my name under in the box under the last appointment, slid it back to her, and went over to take a seat in one of the chairs. 

“Hey babes,” Mel squealed, running over to give me a hug. She stuffed the money from the woman’s who hair she just finished in her pocket while wrapping her arms around me. “Finally getting something done to that birds  best.” She mumbled causing me to roll my eyes.

“Well, if someone would’ve told me my hair was looking like this I would’ve came in sooner.” I said. Mel rolled her eyes because she knew it was true; she was wrong for letting me walk around like this. I’m disappointed in myself too. 

“I’mma get back to my station. I think Ron can take you.” She said. “Ron, you got Robyn?” He looked up from organizing his station to see who was calling him. A wide smile spread across his face and he quickly nodded his head. 

Ron had to be one of the sweetest but sassiest hairstylists I know. He’s so damn funny and his filter doesn’t and never will exist. 

“Hey baby, yeah I got her.” He turned around as I grabbed my stuff making my way to his chair. 

I plopped down, setting my purse beside me and pulling my sunglasses off my face. “Hey Ronny, how you been?” I cheesed. Ronny rolled his eyes while he side-eyed me. 

“Mhm, don’t sweet talk me now miss thang. You ain’t came in her in damn near three months.” He chastiesd, pointing his wide tooth comb at me. I pouted, giving him my most innocent look.

“I’m sorry I’ve just been busy,” I pouted.

“Yeah with her new boyfriend.” Mel interrupted. Litterally everyone’ eyes in the shop turned to face me in shock. It was no secret that I wasn’t too fond of men or dating so me having a ‘boyfriend’ seemed to shock everyone.

Ronny smacked me thigh with the comb. “Ow!” I screamed rubbing the sore spot.

“Ain’t no ow. How the hell you not gon’ tell us you got a man Robby?” He yelled, clapping his hands like it was the most exciting news in the world. I glared at Mel but all she did was laugh and stick her tongue out at me.

Childish ass.

“Don’t be in there beating on her, Ronald!” I heard Tammy yell before she appeared from the back with that famous smile on her face. Ron sucked his teeth at the fact that she was usuing his government while I laughed lowly.

“Hey Tammy,” I cheesed, standing to give her a hug. After a quick embrace she took a step back.

“Where you been child? And whats this I hear about a man?”

“Technically he’s not my ‘man’. We went on one date.” I expressed, feeling Ronny finally draping the cover over me. He sucked his teeth and I could tell he was shaking his head.

“And she kissed him Ms. Tammy. Mhm, they was all up on eachother on our couch.” Mel chimed in yet again. “I don’t know what would’ve happen if I wouldn’t have walked in.” 

“Y’all kissed?” Both Ronny and Tammy yelled.

I rolled my eyes, “Bitch focus on that woman head.” I yelled, wishing I had something to throw at her right about now. She always want everybody to know what the hell I was doing. She laughed and put her hands up, finally starting to actually do her job. “Anyway, he’s just a nice guy.”

“Mhm.” Tammy side eyes me giving me that ‘we’ll talk later’ look before heading back over to her chair.

“Bitch got a man and couldn’t even tell her friends. I’m hurt.” He laughed once Tammy was out of earshot. Ronny removed my hat from my head and let out a loud over dramatic gasp. “Robby look at this damn head, uh uh.” He grilled. He tried running his fingers through my hair but obviously it didn’t work because he smacked my thigh with the comb again.

“I’ve been busy.” I mumbled. He sucked his teeth, finally beginning to start on my managled hair.

“Busy with this man. Tell me about him.”

I sighed, “Well we met at work a few weeks ago.” I said. “He would not give up until I gave him my number.” 

I basically explained to the whole shop about how Chris and I met and began talking; Mel butting in to give her two cents. Of course the whole shop got on me about not giving him my number but then they were all googly eyed and awwed wanting to know where we were going for our second date.

“He just sound sexy,” Ron said. The women nodded their heads and began mumbling about Chris. 

“He is.” I smiled. 

“Ohh, let me stop you. But what you want done today?” He asked. I simply shrugged my shoulders. I’ve had every hairstyle in the book so I really have no idea what to get done at this point. “Hm, black? Yeah you look good in black.” He said.

Black didn’t sound too bad. That was my favorite and I haven’t went black in awhile.  

“We can do black.” I stated sure of my answer. My hair hasn’t been its natural hair color in I don’t know how long.

“Short or long?” He asked.

“Long, I wanna go short soon though.”

Ronny began his process on my hair, washing, conditioning, rinsing, and letting me sit under the dryer for what felt like eternity. My hair looked so damn bad right now. After it dried he led me back to his chair and began fixing up my hair. “You might wanna get comfortable because we’ll be here a while.” I already know.


“I love it,” I squealed, running my fingers through my hair. Ronny curled it to perfection and I was in awe. Two hours ago it was a tangled mess and now my hair was perfection.

“I’m happy you love it boo.” He chuckled. I quickly retrived the money from my purse and passed it his way. Ronny stuffed it into his apron pocket before he two of us embraced in a quick hug. “Don’t you take another ten years to come get your hair done.” 

I sucked my teeth, “I’ll be back in a few weeks.” Gathering my things, I kissed Ron on his cheek, blew Mel a kiss, and waved goodbye to everyone else before exiting the shop. 


I rolled to a stop at the red light as I bobbed my head to J Coles’s Head Bussa. I’m guessing then woman next to me didn’t appreciate me blasting my music with my windows down, but did I give a fuck? No. I winked at the woman watching her face go from annoyed to shocked before stepping on the gas because the light turned green. 

I told Robyn we’d be going out to day so I was headed to her place now. Pulling my phone from my pocket, I scrolled through my contact list before clicking on her name. It rung three times before her voice rang through. 

“Hello?” Her voice spoke. She sounded so damn sexy. Something about her accent just gets to me. 

“Hey beautiful.” I could practically see her through the phone either rolling her eyes or trying to hide her smile. 

“Hey Chris,” 

“I’m about five minutes away. You ready?” I was planning on taking her to see a movie and then out to eat somewhere. Something simple but I’d use this as an opportunity to be close to her all night. 


“I know you ain’t forget I’m supposed to be taking you out.” I chuckled. 

“No, no I didn’t forget. But I’m about to get in the shower so how about you come here instead,” she suggested. “I just don’t feel like leaving the house.” 

Shit, even better. 

“That’s cool, but how you gon’ shower without me?” I asked. Robyn sucked her teerh and I chuckled. 

“Bye Christopher. I’ll leave then door unlocked.” I heard those three beeps in my ear indicating that she hung up. I simply laughed and tossed my phone into the cup holder. I guess this would just have to count as a second date.  

I pulled up to the complex and found myself a park on the street but no too far from the door. My phone began vibrating and Mijo’s name flashed across the screen. I chuckled because I know he has some shit to say. 

“Aye, what you doing nigga?” 

Damn I don’t even get a hello. 

“Minding my business.” I hit the lock on my car and made my way up to their apartment. Hopefully she’s still in the shower so I can fuck with her just a little. 

“Damn, but we about to head over to Teyana’s house cause she cooking. You coming?” They gon’ be exactly three doors down from me.

“I got something to do but I’ll slide through later.” I mumbled, stepping off the elevator. 


I hung up the phone and followed the numbers till I got to apartment 15. Like she said the door was unlocked so I stepped in. “Baby!” I yelled. 

“I’m in the kitchen, Chris.” She responded faintly.

Damn, I was hoping she was still in the shower. 

 I kicked my Jordan’s off by the door making my way to the kitchen. I noticed Robyn shuffling through a drawer full of papers but I had to do a double take. Her usual blond curls had been replaced with black ones and pulled up in a ponytail on top of her head. I scanned her from head to toe, thanking the lord she decided to throw on some short ass pajama shorts and a tank top. 

“Chris,” Robyn cut into my thoughts holding up a variety of restaurants that we had to choose from. She smiled and slapped them down on the counter. “Pizza or Chinese?” 

“I’m feeling pizza.” I mumbled. Robyn nodded her head before stuffing the rest of the pamphlets back into the drawer. She snatched up the menu and tried sashaying right past me but I gently grabbed her arm. “I don’t get a kiss?” 

Rolling her eyes, Robyn stood on her tippy toes and placed a soft kiss on my lips. “Happy?” 

“Your hair,” I said, playing with one strand that had fallen out. She looked nervous once I mentioned it. 

“What? What’s wrong with it?” She asked, reaching up to play with a curl that had fallen. 

“Nothing, it’s just-damn.” I said biting my lip. Robyn tried hiding her blush with a laugh but failed miserably. She seemed relieved to know I liked it. 

“I’m glad you like it.” She joked. Robyn stepped around me, grabbing her phone off the counter. “I’m going to order the pizza. Sausage and pepperoni okay?”  

I nodded, and followed right behind her to the living where she insisted I pick out a movie while she ordered the pizza. I scanned the rack of movies, skipping over every love story. She had damn near every one to come out since I was a kid. I finally decided on Honey since Jessica Alba is bad as fuck plus I liked the movie.  

Robyn emerged just as the previews for the movie began playing, blanket in tow. I took a seat on the couch while she plopped down right next to me, spreading the cover over the both of us. 

Robyn pressed play and the movie began. I couldn’t help but keep taking peeks at Robyn. Her hair just seemed to make her look ten times more…exotic. “What are you staring at?” She blushed. 

“You.” I leaned down and pecked her lips softly. Robyn only rolled her eyes with that infamous smile before focusing her attention back on the movie. 

About thirty minutes in, I had stopped paying attention altogether. I managed to get Robyn on my lap and start messing with her. Kissing on her neck and behind her ear any chance I got. She’d fidget and whisper ‘stop’ but all I’d do is chuckle and keep on fucking with her. 

“You smell good,” I mimbled, my face placed in the crook of her neck. My hand massaged her thigh while I placed a soft kiss on her collar bone. 

“Chris would you stop,” she said, shying away but I quickly pulled her back. I ran my hand up and down her thigh, squeezing it every once in a while. I tugged at the bows on the bottom of her shorts before slowly moving up to the waistband. “Stop Chris.” 

I ignored her, pulling at her shorts. She shifted in my lap making me laugh. “Relax Robyn,” I muttered, sliding my hands inside her shorts. I reached into her shorts, meeting the lining of her panties.

I rubbed her through her panties, making my way down. Just as I began pulling them aside, knocks resonated through the apartment. Robyn sigh, pulling my hand from her shorts and hopping up. 


“It’s the pizza, I’ll get it.” She announced. I simply grabbed her arm and told her I got it. 

“Somebody always fucking shit up,” I mumble, stomping my way to the door. I snatched it open ready to beat this pizza guy’s ass, but instead I saw Teyana standing there with a plate of food, along with Ty and Mijo. 

“Fuck you doing here?” Mijo asks, peering behind me but I pull the door closed a little just incase Robyn was behind me. 

“Like I said, minding my fucking business.” I said. “What the fuck y’all want?” Teyana held the plate with one hand and somehow managed to punch me in the arm with the other. 

“Chris can you hu-” Robyn stopped mid-sentence noticing the newfound guests. “Hey Teyana.” She said, eyeing Ty and Mijo. 

“Hey Robyn, I just came to bring you a plate since I cooked but, I didn’t know you were busy.” She smirked. “That’s Ty and Mijo, I wanted to introduce y’all.” She passed Robyn the plate of food while she waved at them. 

“I’m Robyn.” I could tell these two fools were putting two and two together. 

“Oh, you the Robyn that Chris-” 

“Aye, aye, we waiting on our food so if y’all don’t mind.” I wrapped my arm around Robyn’s waist and pulled her behind me. I gave Mijo and Ty that look that told them shut the fuck up before kissing Tey’s cheek and closing the apartment door. 

I turned around to Robyn looking at me with a suspicious look. “What were they about to say?” 

“Nothing,” I shrugged. 




“Give me some,” Michael asked, pointing towards my chocolate covered strawberries. I shook my head and stuffed another one in my mouth. “I bought it.” 

“Yeah, but you gave them to me. You always eating.” I laughed. Michael rubbed my legs that were placed across his lap as he smirked. He pouted and flicked his eyes between me and my strawberries a few times. 

“I’m always eating because you want to be ate.” He smirked. I gasped and smacked his bare chest while he laughed. Picking up the strawberry, I raised it to his mouth allowing him to take a bite. “Thank you baby.” 

“Greedy ass.” I murmured. I squealed once he flipped me over on my back, smashing his lips against mine. 

Three years and all this man has to do is kiss me and he has me in the palm of his hand. He quickly pulled my shirt off my frame and tossed it into a corner. The two of us continued our heated mini make-out session before we heard a loud bang from downstairs. Michael hopped up immediately as I hurried to the corner, pulling on my shirt. 

“What’s that?” I asked. Michael pulled the gun from our nighstand and held it out. Michael put a finger to his lips and I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. 

“Stay quiet and get the gun out of the-” before he could finish the door burst open and Michael started shooting. I dropped and grabbed the gun from under the bed. I raised it up and shot twice only to be grabbed and thrown against the wall letting my gun slide across the floor. 

Michael was fighting two of them and he punched one knocking him into the lamp. I screamed and lunged for my gun only for the same man to punch me and hold me against the wall. 

“Stop!” I yelled, watching as they jumped my baby. The man held my against the wall with his gun pointed at my temple. I pulled my knee up hard making him topple over. Just as I picked up the gun another was pointed right between my eyes. 

“I wouldn’t do that baby,” 

I know that voice…

“Robyn!” I jumped out of my sleep, panting and looking around frantically. I was laying on Chris’s chest while he looked up at me with concern. “You okay?” 

I wiped the sweat from my forehead feeling the tears burn the back of my eyes. “I-I’m sorry, it was just-” I stuttered, trying to get my words together. I sighed heavily, glancing at the clock on the cable box to see it read 1a.m. 

“It’s okay,” he cooed, rubbing my back in soothing circles. I swallowed the lump in my throat while Chris picked me up bridal style. 

He carried me back to my bedroom and gently set me down on the bed. “Chris I’m okay, it was just a bad dream.” I said. Chris ignored me, treading to my dresser before rummaging through my drawer, he found an old t-shirt, and tossed it to me. I’m guessing cause the one I have on is drenched in sweat. I quickly rid myself of my tank top slipping the oversized t-shirt on. 

“Chris,” I whisper, stopping him before he reached my door. “Stay with me.” 

Chris stopped in his tracks. He was hesitant before responding, “You sure?” I swiftly nodded my head.


 I breathed a heavy sigh watching him turn around and trek back over to my bed. He simply removed his shirt and jeans leaving him in just a pair of basketball shorts. 

He crawled into my bed, pulling me into his arms. I instantly caved laying my head on his chest. He pulled the covers over us, hugged me tighter, and pecked my lips. 

“Goodnight baby.” 

anonymous asked:

I feel so ugly it makes me want to kill myself but I can't tell anyone because they just say "ohhh you're so pretty" and it makes me feel like a child. Why does everyone feel the need to lie to me? It makes me feel worse every time I get a compliment

Weird coincidence, somehow I managed to get into a DM conversation with Stefania Ferrario (because my life lately is some kind of incredible fever dream), and we literally talked about this exact same thing.

I think the problem with being a human being is that your mind is an infinite space in which you are completely alone. You’re always with yourself and it’s impossible to escape your own head, so when you get stuck on specific opinions about your appearance, every time you glance at yourself you end up accidentally reinforcing that opinion.

When I thought I was ugly, any time I’d look in a mirror or see my reflection I’d think “ugh. I’m so ugly.” Every time I’d go to fix my hair I’d think “why do I even try, everyone’s gonna think I’m gross anyway.” 

These ideas are wrong. You deserve to love yourself, and part of that is putting in effort.

Start small. I want you to compliment yourself before you leave to go out in the morning.

“You look great today. Your shoes are on point, your tattoos look dope, you have a great smile, and people think you’re funny.”

This will get you out on the right foot. You’ll approach the day in a positive light, and you’ll have a more loving outlook through the rest of the day.

Then, every time you catch your own reflection I want you to say something nice about yourself. “My hair looks good.” “This outfit is cute.” “My eyes look pretty.” “damn this eyebrow game is on point.”

This’ll teach you to appreciate the little things about yourself, especially when you catch your own reflection in the glass unexpectedly. you’ll realize you’re beautiful when you don’t even try.

Finally, I want you to start to see the beauty in others.

When you see someone, find something pretty about them. Their hair, their smile, their outfit, even if it’s just the vibe they give you. As you continue to do this, you’ll start to see the beauty in everyone, even the people you don’t find yourself attracted to. When you start to realize that people are beautiful regardless of what flaws they might have, you start to realize that your flaws aren’t as big and loud as you think they are.

You’re beautiful, I promise you are. Others believe in you. I believe in you.

You can believe in you.


Ok, so I’ve decided that it’s about damn time I put something like this up. I have talked a lot about being body positive for a while now, on top of posting some lovely soft-core pics of guys that I view attractive . For the longest time I have hated what I looked like and nitpicked at pretty much every little detail about myself. I hated my moobs or my skin or my hair or even my damn love handles. And when my depression hits its hardest (which seems to happen every other week now) I can’t even look myself in the mirror let alone let my boyfriend touch me.

I want to beat all those thoughts. I want to beat all the shit that stops me from loving myself and others. I want to be able to look at myself and say “God damn it! I’m fucking hot”! Where I am in my mental health today is at a very high emotional point, so I want to do something brave.

I promise a few things. I promise that I will not take this down when I am at a very low point and hate how I look. I promise to do everything I can when I am at a high point to make the low point not hurt as much. And I promise to love how I look, which is nowhere near as bad as my depressed mind makes me believe.

I. Love. Myself. I am not at an unhealthy weight. I have much better skin than I used to. My hair is wonderful and easy to manipulate to be diverse. And I might have a body with weird curves (thus the last picture), but I am happy with it.

On Inspiration and Getting Stuck While Writing.

Some of you know that I’ve been working on my novel for about eight years now. It’s on draft five. The current one has been going for about a year, and I’ve been stuck on a certain misbehaving chapter for a month and a half.

I’ve followed my own advice to some degree. I kept writing future scenes in one of the many notebooks I cart around, but in my mind I’d always come back to that one stuck point. That one, god damn, nagging stuck point. It wasn’t anything major, and I technically already had a solution written, but I didn’t like what I had come up with. And, being the obsessive, over-thinking writer I am, I couldn’t let it go. Even with all of my thinking, and forcing, and plotting, and pulling my hair out, and rolling around in utter frustration, I still didn’t get anything.

Until today when I was walking out of the bathroom of all places.

The solution just struck me randomly. I wasn’t even really thinking about it and then BAM, right in the grey matter.

I know common advice is to not wait for inspiration to strike, but damn, when it does it’s absolutely wonderful and makes you realize you’re a genius for about five seconds.

The funny thing about my bathroom epiphany was that the solution I came up with was one I should have already figured out. What I needed to fix my woe was already in the scene I had been working on. I was just so worked up over the scene not being what I wanted that I didn’t see what was right in front of me.

And this isn’t the first time I’ve done this. I’ve noticed that a lot of the crap I get stuck on already has solutions I had put into the draft and was just too silly to realize it. So, my advice to you guys is to sometimes take a step back from what you’re doing and then search your work to see if you already figured out a solution that could help your story.

Aside from that, I’ve also learned that a solid 75% of the solutions for plot issues I come up with happen in the bathroom. The other 25% tend to be during walks. Quiet places and the outdoors are great for brainstorming. Don’t forget to use them. Your solution might be a few steps away.