do something like this happens in morning to you too

ok, so, yesterday morning, I opened at the brew-pub. Our lunch was ridiculous. We were open for maybe ten minutes, and then the entire place was packed. I had literally one table open, and it was just me. I’m the only server. For whatever reason, the kitchen lost this one food ticket (it was crazy busy for them, obviously, it was just two of them, one of them is the normal dishwasher…so basically, shit just happens - no one’s at fault). Anyways, this guy waits a really long time for his food. I feel awful about it. He sweetly tells me that he’s *got* to get back to work and to cancel the order. I go to the back to get the bartender, and boom. There’s his food that *just* came up. I boxed it up for him, apologized again, and grabbed him a to go drink, extra fries, and an order of our chicken skewers. He was totally ok with me (obviously mad about the long wait, but he got it), gave me a $10 tip (on a $12 check), and told me that it was totally ok, he understands that it got crazy, there’s only one of me, and I’m not in the kitchen. As he’s walking out, this bitch that apparently can’t mind her own business at her table stops him and yells at him to tell at me and demand free food AND leave an awful review on yelp. I was like, whoa ok, this doesn’t have anything to do with you, you don’t even work here?? wtf is happening? Guy is just like, fuck off and leaves. I’m freaking out the whole rest of the day because he seemed ok but because of that bitch, he seemed super pissed. I finish my shift, and about an hour after I got home, I get a text from the owner saying he needs to ask me about something from the morning shift. *cue heart attack* I call him and before I can even say anything, he asks me about the guy. I told him what I did. He tells me to check out our Facebook page and call him back. I go to Facebook. This guy wrote this huge review about what a great server I was as well as a PSA about how regardless of what you do, you don’t know what happens in a kitchen until you’ve worked in a kitchen so don’t treat servers like shit for things they can’t control. I wish more people were like him because there’s too many privileged assholes that think that they can just write some bad reviews to be bribed to change them for a comped meal or free shit. That woman complained about everything even when nothing was wrong and was clearly just there to try to get something for free. I’m exhausted by people thinking that if they don’t like what they ordered, that I can just “take it off” or “make a discount”. If you don’t like cheese and beans and crunchy chips and bbq pork, then how about not getting the fucking nachos? If you hate spicy food, don’t ask for wings in our Diablo fire sauce. If you don’t like lettuce, don’t order the fucking wedge salad. Basically, don’t be the bitch; be the cool guy that understands shit lol ok rant over

More Kings Rising feels:

The morning after Laurent was drunk and Damen took him back to his rooms and put him to bed and the next morning Laurent is terrified something happened between them.

What else?” said Laurent.

….Laurent was beginning to look like he was going to vomit. And not from the hangover.

I hate that that’s Laurent’s first thought. It makes sense and it reveals so much of his character, and how he thinks, but it’s so sad that he’s so used to being objectified that he instantly thinks he’ll be taken advantage of if drunk.

“Oh, stand down. You were too drunk to know your own name, let alone who you were with or what you were doing. Do you really think I’d take advantage of you in that condition?”

Laurent was staring at him. “No,” he said awkwardly, as if, only now giving the question his full attention, he was coming to realise the answer. “I don’t think you would.” 

Laurent is staring at him,almost surprised at this answer, like ‘but why wouldn’t you take advantage of me? You’re attracted to me, and I know you want to, and I was there and willing and unable to stop you, so you just….put your own feelings aside and made my well-being a priority because you knew I wouldn’t want to if I was sober. No one’s ever done that before.

And then the gradual realisation that actually….given everything he knows about Damen, how he refused to rape Govart, how he rejected Nicaise, how he’s always kept himself in line around Laurent. I think this was the moment he finally realised that no, Damen never would.

X-Files Fic: D’un Nouvel Oeil, Chapter Three

Previous chapters: one | two


“Champagne?  Are you serious?”

“Come on, Frohike.  I’ll pay.  How much?”

“It’s not a question of price, my dear.”

Don’t call me what.  What is it a question of, then?”  From his perch at her dining room table, Melvin Frohike heaves an exasperated sigh.

“There’s none to be had, Dana,” he says.  "What little there was has been confiscated by German officers.  If anyone, anywhere has some left, they’re keeping it for themselves.“  He frowns at her inquisitively.  "What do you need it to trade for?  Maybe we can help.”

“I don’t need it to trade for anything, Frohike,” says Scully.  "It’s for personal use.  For New Year’s.“

"Ahhhhh, I see,” says Frohike, waggling his eyebrows suggestively.  "Entertaining a gentleman caller, are we?“

"It’s none of our business, Frohike,” says John Byers, frowning disapprovingly down at his friend.  "We can’t get champagne.  That’s all she’s asked for.“ Frohike rolls his eyes, and Byers turns to Scully.  "Is there anything else you need?  Anything you’re short on?”

“Bandages,” Scully says.  "Iodine… and antibiotics.  I need a place to get all of those things, other than the pharmacy in the village.  The pharmacist is starting to ask questions.“

"We’ll see what we can find,” says Frohike.  "Bandages shouldn’t be a problem.“

"Iodine, either,” chimes in Richard Langly, from his lookout at the window.  "Antibiotics, though… that’s a tough one.“

"They’re necessary,” counters Scully.  "Without them, I’ll only be sending refugees out of here to die before they can get where you’re taking them.  They’ll be sicker, more difficult for you to transport.  It’ll be much more dangerous.“

"Is there anyone you can send to the pharmacy in your stead?” asks Byers.

“I already send my mother sometimes,” Scully says.

“What about your contact in the German army?” asks Langly, but Scully shakes her head.

“He’s too high-ranking,” she says.  She thinks, suddenly, of Mulder.  Could she give him money and ask him to buy what she needs at the pharmacy from time to time, as a favor?  Claim she’s too busy to get there herself?

No, she’s not comfortable with lying to him outright, with using him like that.

“I’ll think of something,” she says, finally.  "In the meantime, see what you can do, all right?“

"And I’ll keep my ear to the ground for your champagne,” promises Frohike, standing, “but I can tell you right now it’s not going to happen.”  He looks apologetic.  "I wish I could tell you otherwise.“

"I appreciate you trying,” she says, as she rises to escort them back downstairs.  "Three o'clock Wednesday morning.  All three of you.  All right?“

"Got it,” says Frohike.  "Any idea what shape the next one’s going to be in?“

"No, and that’s why I need all of you,” says Scully.  "My contact only knows he’s hurt.  Nothing about the extent of his injuries.“

"So it could be a body we’re carrying out of here by the time we arrive, for all we know,” sighs Langly.

“Which is exactly why I need new ways to get those antibiotics,” says Scully.  "Now get moving.“

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Safeguard - Steve x Reader

Plot: It’s 2am, you’re all alone, until you bump into a kind stranger who helps you find your way.
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader
Words: 3048
Warnings: None
Author’s Note: Hello everyone! I think I’m back! Potential new series, so let me know what you think, and I love you all.  P.S. This is 100x better than the plot says it is. Hopefully.

For the city that supposedly doesn’t sleep, New York sure is quiet right about now. You look down to your phone and check the time - almost two in the morning. It’s cold enough that you can see your breath when you exhale, and you know that walking around the city all night isn’t one of your brightest ideas.

What else are you supposed to do, though? It’s not like you can go home.

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Words : 2.8k
Genre : Guardian Angel AU | Fluff, slight smut

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Thanks to Admin L for helping me getting a good start for the ‘smutty’ part ♥

I apologize for any grammatical or mistake in general, please keep in mind that English isn’t my first language (This is also my very first kinda smut so pls bear with me lol)

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Search Team//Scott McCall

Characters: Scott McCall, Stiles Stilinski, Reader.


Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

You let out a big sigh before knocking heavily on Scott’s door. You continued knocking until he answered.

His hair was disheveled and he was just in boxers. “What the hell, Y/N?”

I know it’s 3 in the morning, but I can’t find my cat.“

He groans, “Are you kidding me? What does this have to do with me?”

“Aren’t you all wolfy? Can’t you like, sniff her out or something?”

The look on his face told you he could, but he didn’t want to.

Stiles came trudging down the hallway. “Scott, who’s here?”

“It’s just Y/N. She can’t find her cat.”

Stiles yawns, clearly not interested in what conversation his roommate was having.

He gave a quick wave before retreating to his room.

“Scott please?”

He groans and rubs his head, “Let me go get dressed.”

You hug him tight and smile, “Thank you. I owe you one.”

You stand in the doorway as he changes, occasionally calling out for your cat. When Scott returns the two of you go downstairs to your car.

“Any idea where she would’ve gone?”

You shake your head, “Can’t you like…sniff her out or something?”

“I mean…yeah..but it’s going to rain and there’s thousands of stray cats.”

“It’s going to rain?”

“That wasn’t the point of that sentence but yeah. I can smell it.”

“You can smell weather but not my cat.”

“I mean…yeah.”

You sigh and lay back in the seat. “Okay. I have no idea how being a werewolf works then.”

He takes off and heads into the streets surrounding your apartment.

“I’ve had the worst day.” You groan.

“What do you mean? What happened?”

“Walk of shame this morning because I drank too much. I get home and I’m so hungover that I have to drink more and I’m just now getting hit with my hangover hangover. Oh yeah, and my cat’s gone.”

“Wow.” Scott grins at you. “Walk of shame? Who was the lucky guy?”

You pull your hood up around your face and swat his arm, “You’re an asshole.”

He laughs, “Sorry. I’m just interested in your one night stand.”

You stick your head out the window, yelling your cat’s name.

“No offense but if you were yelling my name out like that, I wouldn’t come.” Scott looked over at you.

You had half your body out the window, so it wasn’t that difficult to swing your leg over and kick his arm. “Look who’s talking, you’re satan.”

“I’m a werewolf, not the anti-Christ.”

“All I know is that you’re involved in some spooky ass true alpha mess. So excuse me for categorizing it with Satan.”

He chuckles, “You’re crazy.”

“I just don’t know the ins and outs of lycanthropy.”

“Would you like an explanation?”

“Why not?” You shrug.

“Okay, but first in the car with your seatbelt. Safety first.” He reaches his arm over and pulls you into the car.

Safety first. What are you? FIVE?” You grumble as you put your seatbelt on.

He explains everything to you ask you drive, your head felt as if it had swelled with all the new information. “I’m too sober for this.”

“You wanted the whole thing. In its entirety.” He laughs.

You drive around until daylight, returning back to your apartment empty handed. Scott goes inside with you, helping you look inside.

“Y/N, your apartment is creepy as hell.”

“I probably have the worst one in the complex. It’s like someone died in here. I swear my house is haunted.

He laughs, “It probably is.”

He looks in the living room while you look in the bedroom.

“Y/N…” He calls out suspiciously.


“Listen…so…I’m bulletproof…but please, don’t shoot me.”

You groan.

“What did you do?” You walk out to the living room, gasping at the sight before you. “Really, McCall? You’re bleeding all over my carpet.”

“Oh, sorry. I forgot the part where I found your cat.” He sighs.

“You did? She scratched you?”


You watch as it heals. “Sorry I dragged you out of bed at 3 a.m for no reason, then.”

“It’s not a big deal, I like hanging out with you.”

“Thank you.” You smile at him.

“No problem, we should definitely go an adventure together again.”

anonymous asked:

Tweek, does Kyle soothe/help you during any episodes you might have? Does he ever make you feel a little .. crazy? Maybe with all of the ghosts and paranormal stuff since he doesn't believe in them. I guess my real question, though, is.. Do you ever wish he'd comfort you differently?

Tweek: Oh, Kyle- he, um. He tries. He’s always there for me if something happens, even if it’s three in the morning and he’s got an exam the next day. 
Tweek: He just worries a lot. I think he’s worried the things I see sometimes are hallucinations. Like the UFO I saw in my telescope. I know they aren’t. When Craig and I were kids he saw a lot of the crazy things I did, too!
Tweek: So either we’re both totally sane people who see crazy stuff, or were two insane people who mutually hallucinate crazy stuff. If it’s the last one at least I’m not alone, hah.
Tweek: But, I mean. I don’t know. Kyle doesn’t always get it, with the aliens and the ghosts. That doesn’t mean he isn’t there for me, though.

Fridays are for Facetimes (Tom Holland Drabble)

for all those college students who dream of having Tom Holland as a boyfriend….a.k.a i wrote this because i want tom holland to call me lovebug???

Surrounded by open books, your laptop, and disheveled notecards; you laid on your stomach on the floor by your bed. It was only a few days into the semester but your course load had grown quite large since you were finishing up your general education classes before moving on to ones for your specialized major. Even though it was a Friday night, you found that your apartment was quietest at this hour. Your three other roommates were out on the town, leaving you alone in the small apartment. You debated going out with them but a text from your boyfriend alerted you to the possibility of a facetime, so you decided to spend the night with your books.

Your clock read 12:34 when his picture flashed up on your laptop and phone, both chorusing your ringtone. Moving your mouse from your chemistry homework over to the answer button, you could feel yourself smile. 

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Daddy Dean

Pairing: Dean x Reader, Sam

Word Count: 1147

Summary: You are pregnant and Dean is obsessed with taking care of you. 

Warnings: Literally none, fluff, fluff and more fluff

A/N: This is for anon who requested, How about a dean x reader where she is either his girlfriend or wife or something and is pregnant and he keeps being overprotective and fluffy trying to keep her safe and taking care of everything she could possibly need. All I could think about for this one is how if Dean was going to be a dad he would be worried about making sure you were ok 100% of the time and so I got inspired to write the fluffiest thing I have probably ever written. Enjoy.

You ran to the bathroom, not caring that you were going to wake up Dean and possibly even Sam, completely oblivious to anything other than the horrible need to vomit. As you hung your head over the toilet you figured there were probably going to be a lot of mornings that would play out in exactly this same way. After this had gone on for a week, and it didn’t seem like you had the flu and there was also the strange coincidence that you had missed your period you had connected the dots, which led you to the little plastic stick that ended up showing the telltale pink plus sign that indicated, there was about nine months of puking, swollen ankles and peeing constantly in store for you.

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i’m home

Pairing: dean x sister! Reader Sam x sister! Reader

Summary: Sam and dean found a girl in the woods and find out that is there sister.

A/N: wighting can be such amazing. Its so hard sometimes. Really with my family that are disturbing me much to do something. But yeah there are family for. Please feel free to say if you like it. I would love that.

Everything is dark. You walked somewhere but you didn’t know where. It felt like you walked on leaves and tripped over some branches. You walked through a wood but you couldn’t  say it for sure. You felt weak. Everything hurt but you don’t remember what happened and who did this to you. It’s was too much for you and felt unconscious on the cold leaves.

It was morning and dean was busy making breakfast for himself. Sam was jogging in the woods. It was quite in the bunker but then dean heard his name being called.

“dean! Come quick! You need to help me!” Sam yelled to him when he walked downstairs. Dean didn’t hesitate and followed his grace. Close by the bunker they saw a girl around 16 years old lying unconscious on the cold leaves with cuts over her whole body. She had a gun in a leg holster and a machete attach on her belt and even a flask. She could be a hunter but they didn’t know for sure they need her bring inside before she lose more blood. They picked her up and bring her inside the bunker. They placed her on the bed of one of the rooms.

“Sam, grab a bowl and towel and some needle and dread. We need to stich her up quick before she lose more blood.” Dean said when he looked at your body. Sam did what dean said and came back with it. He rolled up the towel and make it wet and then placed on your forehead. “I think that we need to give her some rest and maybe she talk how she get her. I call Cas maybe he know something.” Sam nodded and he walked out of the room with dean.

Cas came later that day when he got the call from dean. He came in the room and found you there peacefully lying there on the bed. Cas knew who you are and quickly healed you completely. Dean came in the room. “Cas do you know anything?” he asked.

“dean I want you to meet you little sister.” Dean looked shocked at him and then to you. “I know this can be confusing dean but I can explain.” He nodded. “this is Y/N Winchester. You father met her mother on a hunt and she is a hunter to. She saw her mother die in front of her eyes. After that she wanted revenge on the demon who did that.” Cas explained

“oke I get it. But how do you know her? And why didn’t you tell us anything!?” dean asked.

“we are friends just like us. I couldn’t get in contact with her but I know that she wanted to do this alone and I get it. But last night I was in heaven and I didn’t keep an eye on her and this happened.” Dean heard the broken voice from Cas. He felt quilt what happened to his friend.

Dean put his hand on Cas shoulder. “I understand she is safe now. We wait until she wake up and then we know more.” Dean looked at you. “I want to know more about my little sister.”

Dean came in the library with Cas and saw that Sam was busy with looking for something on the internet. They took a seat by Sam “Sam, what did you find about that girl?”

“nothing.” He closed his laptop and looked dean in the eyes. He saw that he keep something from him. “Cas do you know anything about that girl?”

Cas looked over to dean. Dean nodded to let him know that he can tell Sam what is going on. “Sam, that girl in the room is Y/N Winchester.” Sam looked shocked over to dean. “I know her for quite a while she is my friend. I keep an eye on her every time but when I was in heaven she got hurt. When I got the call from dean I knew that she was by you guys. She looked for you guys for years. And I got her hurt.” Cas looked down.

“who got someone hurt?” you asked when you enter the room. They looked all three to you. “why do you guys so weird to me?”

“Y/N, come sit here.” Cas said when he stoop from his chair to let you sit on it. “I want you to meet your brothers.”

You sat on the chair. The thing that Cas said was not sink in. you looked at front of you and saw two guys in front of you. “Y/N, this is Sam and dean Winchester.” You looked at Cas.

“I know that it hard to sink in. we know how you feel.” You smiled. “so I’m Sam and that is dean he is are older brother. I’m 4 years younger than him.” Sam said.

“I know. I know anything about our family. I’m a hunter to.” They looked confuse at you. “I know are you a little young to hunt? I’m not, you hunted at the same age so yeah. I know everything like how you started the apocalypse and you let the darkness free.” They were shocked how you knew anything about that.

“who, oke calm down Y/N/N. I know that you know anything about us but we don’t know anything about you.” He met your eyes. “we know that you are a hunter and that you are friends with Cas but we wanted to know more about the fact that you are our little sister that we never had. And how did you find us in the first place and who did that to you when we found you in the woods?” dean said.

You thought quick. “I understand that you want to know that. I found out that we are from the man of letters. It took me a half year when I found out where the bunker was. I wanted to do it alone so that why I took so long.” You looked over to cas. “when I found out where it was some demon took me to Crowley. he tortured me until I escape. I tried to pray for cas but it didn’t work so that why I drove to here. Of course my car needed to break down so I needed to walk. I’m glad that you found me because if you don’t I would be dead.”

“and we are glad that we found a little sister.” They gives you a smile. “trusted me if you were not a hunter and you were taken by Crowley and we found out that you where our sister you would stay here forever and tried to give you a real life. But that can be done even if I’m not happy with it.” Dean couldn’t take it and then you saw tears falling down his cheeks. “Y/N I never thought I would found a little sister. Even we know you just for a few hours you feel like family already.” Dean stood up from his chair and walked over to you. “Y/N welcome to the family.” He hesitate for a minute but then he embrace you in a hug.

It was a little weird to find out that you have two big brothers and that one of them already trust you and hug you but you felt save and home. You never had a home only the motel rooms but now you have one with a family. “I’m home.”

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Sounds - Jughead x Reader

Hey! So this is my first Riverdale imagine and I hope it’s ok! Send in request!

Pairing: Jughead Jones x Reader
Warnings: Nervous reader, mentions of psychologists appoints which I know can be difficult for people (including me). Just one curse word

A/N : So this was great for me to write as the trips to the psychologist can be very difficult and I always get nervous before them so this was nice to write. I know it’s random but I hope you enjoy! Xx

Up and down.

Up and down.

Up and down.

If you had continued to pace your room there would be track marks left in the wooden floors. You figured that this was a waste of time and the exertion was doing your nerves no good whatsoever. Picking up your phone you automatically pressed the name of the person who was guaranteed to calm you down.

After several rings, a voice answered, sounding as if they had food in their mouth.


“Hi Jug.” You answered.

“How’s life?” The sound of a bite of something crunchy came through the receiver.

“Okay. You?” You answer in a small voice.

“You sound weird. You ok?”

“I have a psychologist appointment in the morning.”

“Oh. You should have told me. I know that they’re hard for you.”

A minute of silence followed this, but between you and Jughead, this was ok. Most days yourself and Jug would be found in the same booth at Pop’s, he’d be trying away at his novel and you would be chatting away animatedly for a while with Jug nodding or smiling at all the right points. You would eventually exhaust yourself and you’d order 2 meals for yourself and your boyfriend of a year (neither of you would share your food, not even with each other).

You eventually spoke up, “I just needed to hear your voice.”

“Dunno if you can hear me through this burger.” He replies chilling.

Laughing at what you know is his attempt at cheering you up, “Ugh you little shit, you’re making me hungry.”

Neither yourself nor Jughead were the best with expressing your vulnerability, and being able to talk to each other just showed that you shared the deepest trust.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” Jug interjected.

“Nah, not really. I’ll be fine once I get there, don’t worry. This happens every time. Talk to me about something else. Hey! The Oscars are on tonight, predictions?” These distractions were just the ticket for getting your mind off the difficult morning ahead of you.

“Well I guess La La Land will win big time. I thought Arrival was really good too, and I know you liked Hacksaw Ridge. I wonder will they ever make a film of my novel?”

Jughead’s film taste was largely similar to your own, so movie nights never really resulted in arguments.

After an hour or so of this absent minded chat, you giggled and realised you had chores to do.

“Hey Shakespeare, you should get back to your novel and I’ve to load the dishwasher and stuff, I’m looking forward to reading over the newest parts of your piece de résistance tomorrow.”

“Usual time, usual place?”


“You’ll be fine tomorrow, don’t panic. I’ll see you tomorrow afternoon.”

“Thanks Jug. Really, thank you. I don’t know where’d I be without you.” Your heart swelled with love.

“You would do and have done the same and more for me.” You remembered all you have been through together. Nights spent awake discussing life and problems, comforting each other and laughing.

“What else is the best girlfriend in the world for huh?” You joke!letting out a small laugh.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“Night Jug.”

“G'night (Y/N/N).

send my muse one of the following to see how they react:

[text]: What the hell are you saying?
[text]: Does that mean you aren’t coming back?
[text]: Oops, I brought spandex instead of leather. 
[text]: Come on if you’re coming. 
[text]: Are we going to do this or what?
[text]: Tell me how often have you had sex dreams about me?
[text]: Don’t get too comfortable.
[text]: S.O.S.
[text]: Do you have to text me at three in the morning?
[text]: Shouldn’t you be sleeping?
[text]: Is that you’re way of saying you miss me?
[text]: Is there something I should know?
[text]: Party. My house. Tonight. Bring Alcohol.
[text]: Is that suppose to be a threat?
[text]: Haha, no. I’m not giving it back.
[text]: Time for someone to go grocery shopping.
[text]: I’m not going with you to see that.
[text]: Send me another picture like that and see what happens.
[text]: Is teasing me the only purpose of this conversation?
[text]: Soo..does that mean you feel the same way?
[text]: Just admit missed me.
[text]: I was hoping you would go with me.
[text]: You’re dead meat.
[text]: How do you feel about a threesome? 
[text]: Maybe I just feel like spending my night with you.
[text]: We are not going there.

Her. || Jack Maynard Imagine

A/N —-> ok so this is my first imagine, so I’m really sorry it’s so bad😂but yeah for those who don’t know:
Y/N = your name
Y/F/N = your friends name
Y/O/F/N = your other friends name
Y/H/C = your hair colour
Y/E/C = your eye colour

- E x

-Jacks POV-

That’s all I ever needed, and I didn’t know that until last night when I saw him.

“Morning!” She mentioned happily as she wandered in my house. “Morning,
Y/N” I say groggily as a manage to drag myself out of my room.

“I’m going out tonight with Oli and o couple of friends, you coming?” She asks.

She usually went out with her friends
Y/F/N, and Y/O/FN and Oli. Every time someone tried it on with her I felt my blood boil, but I was never confident enough to say anything… She was so beautiful, she didn’t know but every other guy in the clubs did, and so did I.

“Yeah sure, sounds cool.”

I once again - like every time I see her - find myself staring. Her Y/H/C hair, her Y/E/C eyes, her everything.

“Hey, you need to help me decide what I’m wearing tonight. There’s always a lot of people, and your good at outfit picking.” She says, flashing the smile that I swear could light up the world.

All I want to do is make her mine. But that won’t happen, I’m Jack and she’s

——- Time Skip ——-
“Seriously, just go talk to her you perv.” Joe shouted over the loud music of the club, laughing as he saw me staring.

“No, she has him. No point.” I say, walking off to get a drink, following my brother Conor.

She’s there, facing him. She should be facing me. Ive known her for a couple of years now, and I’ve liked her ever since I it’s laid eyes on her. That short black dress, the way she moves, even the way she sees the world makes my legs weak.

“Dude, seriously. Just go speak to her, you know she won’t mind. She’s probably drunk anyway.” Conor says, hitting me on the shoulder and giggling to himself. Conor and Joe know, but that’s only because they figured it out by how much I stare at her. “She’s with him, I’ll just leave it. She’s happy.” I say, looking down at my feet.

All the random girls I hook up with, they mean nothing. They aren’t her. She has this weird way of making me happy, even when she has no idea she’s doing it.

Then, it happens. I see them kissing, him gripping her waist like I should be. And for some reason, something comes over me and i storm over there. I know I shouldn’t but…
She’s mine.

“Y/N.” I shout over the music, immersing myself in the dancing, sweaty crowd. “Jack?” She says, confused but still amazing. “Go away mate. She deserves better than someone who’ll leave her in the morning.” I say, looking at the guy who was all over her a minute ago, I see him get slightly angry but he’s clearly too drunk to be bothered - he just wanders off.

“Look. I like you. I have ever since I first saw you. Your amazing.” I blurt out, really fast (probably too fast) but it’s the alcohol talking so I’m more confident than I usually am. After getting that out, I run my hand through my floppy hair, realising I just told her.

“Me too.” Is all she says, letting out a breathy giggle at the end, making me smile as I cup her face and pull her in for a kiss.
I finally did it, I turn around about to take her out of the dance floor, when I see the whole group of boys clapping and laughing.
“Hilarious boys!” I say sarcastically as I pull her by the hand out of the club.
I did it.
That’s all I ever needed…


Drunk Dialing

Originally posted by leonsringtrick

Matt Murdock x Reader

Drunk Dialing

Prompt: Hi! IF you’re taking requests, I’d like to make one: YN is dating Matt and Karen is dating Foggy, they decide to call their S/O. Y/n starts to drunk cry and it’s just too funny on the next day. (Foggy recorded Karen’s audio)

Warnings: Alcohol, drunkenness, swearing.

You came to the next morning with a pounding headache, a sour stomach, and a bad taste in your mouth. You didn’t, however, have any recollection of what had happened the night before. Though, judging by your pajamas and the fact that you had been tucked into bed, you guessed Matt had something to do with it.

Your phone buzzed on the nightstand, and you picked it up, holding it to your ear and wincing at the loud noise. It was Karen. Suddenly you remembered. Girls Night, getting hammered drunk at the bar, the terrible karaoke, the…phone calls. Shit.

“(Y/N), get to Matt’s phone right now and delete the messages. Foggy sent him the recordings.” Karen said. “Hurry.”

“Okay,” you replied, reaching over to take Matt’s phone from the opposite nightstand, but his hand stopped you, grabbing the phone before you could.

“Not so fast,” he smiled, teasingly. He had gotten the messages the night before while he was out with Foggy, but he wanted to tease you now that he had the chance. “You even remember any of this? You were so drunk I had to put you to bed.”

“It’s a bit foggy, but I have a feeling I don’t want to remember.” Your cheeks burned red, memories trickling back slowly. Matt pressed play.

Foggyyy are you with Mattt?” You slurred. “I can’t- he won’t pick up. Tell him I love him, okay? I love him a whole lot and I just really need a pickle. No. Shit. Don’t tell him about the pickle. It’s a secret pickle. Karen said it has to be a secret pickle. Okay goodnight.”

“Oh my God…” You groaned, burying your face in your hands. “Ohhh, delete that please.”

“I think it became my new ringtone,” Matt teased with a grin.

“Don’t you dare!”

Let Me Show You Off (Robb Stark)

Sentence Prompt: #10 - “Please Don’t Make Me Socialise.” - Anonymous.

Word Count: 2023

You drop down onto your couch with a huff, dropping your bag at your feet and laying your head back as you close your eyes. You had been extremely busy at work today and your boss had asked you to stay on for an extra two hours, you’d agreed as you needed the money, but now you were exhausted and all you could think about was going to bed.

You’d decided while you were doing your extra hours at work that once you got home you would take a long bath, order a take away, put on a movie and not move from the couch. You were thankful tomorrow was your day off or you knew you’d be asleep in bed already.

A groan escapes your lips as your phone starts to ring, your phone was buried at the bottom of your bag and you decided to just ignore it and let it go to answer phone. It rang for a long time and once it had finally cut off another sound came from your bag signalling you had a new text. You sighed and sat up, clearly someone wanted you for something and you were too nice just to ignore them.

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Prison World

                  Part 3 (Part 1 - Part 2)

Kai Parker x Reader
                                                                            *not my gif


On her way to Kai’s apartment she walked past the Karaoke bar they had been the night before. There was loud music coming from it. Loud enough to be heard from the street , or it might’ve been just the complete silence. Y/N decided to check there first , it was on her way anyways…

She walked in , the music so loud it was starting to hurt her ears. Y/N walked over to the jukebox and turned it off.
“Hello? Someone there ?” she heard a familiar male voice call out. “Bonnie , if that’s you - NOT COOL leaving me here.”
Y/N took a few steps and saw Kai on the stage chained to a chair. He sighed in relief and smiled at her.
“Thank God , you are here ! Do you mind … freeing me?” he asked.
She took a few steps towards him , hessitating for a moment but she undid the chains setting him free.
He got up , stretched a bit and in a split second she was in his arms. Kai had pulled her into a hug and a kiss. Y/N was beyond happy to see him but also curious to the reasons WHY and HOW they had ended up here.
Y/N pulled away from him and took a step back.
“Kai…” she said calmly , “Why are we here ? … How are we here ?”
He refused to meet her gaze. She was going to get mad at him , he was sure of it.
“I might have tried to kill … the twins.” he said.
Y/N’s eyes widened. “You WHAT?” she said shocked. “Kai , why would you do that?!”
Kai took a step towards her. “I … I was talking to Clarisse and..”
“Who ? ” Y/N asked confused.
“Caroline.” he sighed. “I was talking to Caroline about the twins , trying to help her cuz Lizzy and Josie are also siphons… and remembering what it was like growing up, I snapped.  I can see I made a huge mistake now…” he trailed off.
Y/N scoffed and turned around , walking away.
Kai stood frozen for a moment. No. After everything he had been through , he wasn’t going to let her walk away. He grabbed her hand , making her turn around.
“Don’t walk away. Please.” he asked.  She tried to wiggle her hand free but couldn’t , Kai’s grip was too strong.
“Let me go , Kai.” she said angrily.  He came closer to her , so close Y/N could feel his breath. She knew exactly what was happening … Kai knew exactly how to push her buttons , make her do whatver he wanted. Not this time tho…
“I need some air.” she said shakily. He still wouldn’t let go of her arm. His blue eyes  piercing into hers , making her feel like jello. Kai didn’t have to say a word to make her feel like that , it was enough for him to be this close to her …  "You can come with me , if you want…“ Y/N caved in. Clearly he had no intentions of letting her go… and as mad as she was at him , she didn’t want him to.
Kai nodded and let go of her arm, following her outside.

Y/N walked towards the time square and sat on the ground near the memorial statue , her back towards it. Kai sat next to her , not saying a word , tho he kept glacing at her from time to time.
She enjoyed the cold breeze , it helped her clear her head.
They sat like that , together and in silence for what seemed forever to Kai. Just when he started to think that he’d lost her , she reached out and took his hand. Their fingers intertwined. He turned in her direction only to find Y/N looking at him. “I’m sorry.” she said. “I shouldn’t have .. reacted that way. I know what it was like for you growing up.”
Kai gave her a small smile. “No.” he said ‘I’m sorry , … for getting you stuck here. With  no way out.“ he looked straight ahead “You deserve better than me.” he sighed.
Y/N kept looking at him for a few moments and then moved closer to him , laying her head on his shoulder. “Don’t say that.” she said , her voice soft. “I don’t mind being stuck here… ” Kai turned to face her. “I love you , Kai…and being here with you - that is all I want and all I will ever need.”
Kai wrapped his hands around her and pulled her closer.
They sat together in the middle of Mystic Falls town square until the sun showed up the next morning. Y/N had fallen asleep , her head on his lap and Kai couldn’t help but spend the rest of the night awake , looking over her. Its not like something bad could happen to her if he fell asleep too , he just couldn’t help it.
“What did I do to deserve you?” he whispered to himself and kissed her forehead. “I promise I will find a way to get us out of here…” Y/N smiled in her sleep , making Kai smile too.

Queen of the Water (9)

Bucky x Reader

Summary: A normal girl gets thrown into the Royal world. Royal AU

Word Count: 2k+ (this is kinda a filler chapter sorry y’all)

Warnings: swearing, very light smut, impulsive!y/n, angst i guess??


CATCH UP HERE Part 7 Part 8 Part 10

Originally posted by ohh-bloodyhell

Her feet ached as she sprinted barefoot through the Royal Gardens. Her lungs screamed for rest and she couldn’t see a thing as the tears fell upon her cheeks. Her hands ran through her hair and her foot snags against a fallen tree and she tumbles to the ground. She scurries onto her butt and a sob escapes her throat. She grabs at the sides of her arms harshly, attempting to cause herself pain instead of the pain Bucky caused her. She feels so stupid and so hurt. She couldn’t even blame Bucky, Natasha is well, Natasha. Hot, confident, strong Natasha. She’s so goddamn sure of herself and her place in the world, no wonder Bucky liked her so much.

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“So you left.”


“Where did you go?”

“To the bar.”

“What were you doing there?”


“For what?”

“Something better.”

“Did you find it?”


“Can we stop fighting?”

“You are being very old you Oliver. I don’t like it.”

“I know and I am sorry.”

“I would prefer for us to wake up in the morning and kiss rather than fight about this again.”

“I could kiss you right now.”

“Please do.”

“I am really sorry hon.”

“I know I am too…”

“It’s okay.”

“I wasn’t looking for anything better.”

“Maybe you should.”

“Nah, I have the best thing.”

“I love you.”

“I love you, I always will.”

“So will you think…”

“Don’t push it Oliver it’s not happening.”



anonymous asked:

have you heard about the theory that the morning after is a 1x12 flashback and that something happened between alec and magnus and magnus changed alecs memories to what we saw in s1 because he felt like otherwise he was ruining alecs future or something like that? what do you think about that?

Well…. this is actual a 2 part question ask. So let’s start with the first one: 

Yes, I have heard about the theory that the “morning after” stills are maybe part of a flashback. In fact, I actually thought about it at first, too, when noticing that Alec and Magnus are most likely wearing the same clothes from 1x12 (not totally sure about Alec’s shirt though). But after some more thinking about it, I don’t think this is a flashback. First of all, Magnus still has his grey streak and he doesn’t have one in 1x12. But more importantly, I don’t see any purpose to do a flashback here. It simply doesn’t make sense plot-wise. And in the narrative.

Which leads me to your second question. And I gotta be honest I was like ??? when reading it. I mean, are these people serious? Aside from the fact, as I mentioned above, that it doesn’t make sense narrative-wise since after the argument Magnus left Alec standing alone in his loft. So when and how and why should something happen or happened??? Besides, just think about it: Even if (with 28329382 ???) something happened between Magnus and Alec do you really think Magnus would erase that, go all the way back to the institute, put his heart on the line just to wait and see if Alec chooses him? Again? I mean… what? This simply sounds ridiculous af if you ask me.

Also, I am still thinking where this theory is coming from that someone is losing memories or erasing memories or whatever. Did I miss something?