drinks probably not named after me

hmslusitania  asked:

If you're not too terribly busy, the world could always use more Holsom fluff :)

Holsom fluff, my favorite! I combined this with a secondary request from @zombizombi for some ref!Holster, which I could not resist, because Holster+bitching speaks to my soul. Also, team dentist!Ransom, because it amused me. (Warning: mention of teeth.)

(Now also on AO3.)

Ransom landed in his seat barely five minutes before the game was supposed to start. Lardo, feet propped up against the glass, sketchbook against her knees, fingertips just peeking out of the sleeves of yet another sweatshirt stolen from Shitty, spared him a glance and a “You’re late” before going back to sketching warm-ups.

“I know, I know. Kid broke off two of her teeth on the playground, right up to the nerve, so I had to do some composites.”

She grimaced. “Ugh.”

“Why do you ask me these things when you know I’m going to talk to you about teeth? I’m a dentist, for fuck’s sake. And we’re here to watch hockey.”

“I’m in it for the butts.”

He grinned as he took in the player stretching on the ice in front of her and then her sketchbook. “Think Shits will like that one?”

“I call it ‘Spread,’” she said loftily.

He choked and was suddenly glad he hadn’t had time to stop by concessions on his way in. “So, uh, where is Shits tonight anyway?”

She waved a hand vaguely, barely missing whacking him in the face with the end of the sleeve. “Up in the office. They needed some documents looked over.”

He recognized that tone. “How long have you guys been here?”


“Couldn’t get anyone to strip for you?”

“Shut up.” Then she turned to him and smiled slowly.

Ransom was immediately alarmed. “Oh god. What?”

“There is some news you’ll want.”

“Yeah?” he asked cautiously.

“New ref.”

Ransom’s eyebrows went up. “And I’m interested in this… because why? I mean, is he supposed to be good or biased or something else?”

“Tall. He’s supposed to be very tall. You’ll see.”

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Stay Professional!


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

Fluff & Angst: Jungkook x Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

How’d he know my name..?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What in the fucking world just happened?

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BTS reaction to them noticing you across the crowded room and falling in love you, but you don’t notice them

@whytegirl2011 said:  Good morning! Do you think you could do one where bts spots you from across a crowded room and falls in love but you where having a good time and didn’t even notice him?

- HIIII! Sorry for waiting! HOPE YOU ENJOOOY ^^

Jungkook: He’ll watch you through the night, you dancing, smiling, laughing. He’ll wish to see you again and to actually get to know you. 

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

Jimin: Noticing you, seeing how beautiful you are, he wouldn’t be able just to watch you across the room and those people. He wants to know your name, so he’ll walk up to you with V or J-Hope, anyone he can grab his hand onto. 
“Hey” he’ll smile and one of the guys would joke about how Jimin said you are beautiful and he’ll smile and look at you “I am Jimin” *gif*

Originally posted by 9taefox

Taehyung: Wouldn’t be able to take his eyes off you. He liked the way you move, how beautiful and sexy you are. But all that didn’t matter as much he wanted to get to know what kind of person you are. For a while he’ll think should he approach and introduce himself. But finally when you are alone taking a break he’ll walk over and smile. 
“I saw you and I just can’t believe how beatiful you are. I am Taehyung” 

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

J-Hope: He would notice how good you dance. He’s not the type to just sit down and watch you, he walks over to you and smiles *gif* “Let me see what you got girl” *smirks and challenges you* Later on talks to you and flirts with you

Originally posted by itsrapmonster

Rap Monster: Walks up to you “Can I buy such a beautiful girl a drink?” *smirks and smiles*

Originally posted by mn-yg

Suga: He’ll only watch you, wouldn’t be able to find courage to walk up to you. But hopes to see you again, and probably would ask people about you, your name. 
Would lean towards his friends and say how pretty you are, etc..

Originally posted by kuromel

Jin: “I am Jin what is your name princess?” he’ll take your hand in his and smile, being all classy. After dancing with him and stuff he’ll ask you to take you out for a dinner and just to talk and get to know each other.

Originally posted by jjilljj

anonymous asked:

Starkquill where somehow Drax was the first one to notice that Tony and Peter were into each other, but he's been around humans for a while now and he understands that if you tell them things directly they'll just do the opposite and ruin everything for everyone, so he's going to get them together using... metaphors

Tony Stark Is The Alyssa Milano

“He was kidnapped by aliens,” Drax stated as he watched the earthling known as Tony Stark dance along to the music Peter had declared awesome and that Rocket had grown fond of. Drax found Tony Stark’s dancing to be lazy–a simple roll of the hips and thrusting his arms above his head. It was something Groot could do while he was still potted.

Despite regaining his mobility and being capable of far more intricate dance, Groot mimicked the earthling’s movements and danced beside Tony Stark.  

“He wasn’t kidnapped, Drax. He was accidentally relocated.” Peter huffed as he leaned against the wall. His eyes wandered over Tony Stark’s body and rested on the man’s ass. The corner of Peter’s mouth quirked up as he admired Tony Stark’s rear end. “We’ll get him back home soon. Assuming we can get rid of him. He seems to like space.”

“Kidnapped, enjoys space, likes your music, and can dance,” Drax listed off.

Peter grinned. “Yeah, pretty cool dude. I might actually miss him by the time we get him back to Earth.”

For a man who had been in search of a partner for as long as Drax had known him, Drax was surprised that Peter was unable to see his perfect match right before him.

Earthlings could be quite stupid sometimes.

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B-Project, who while going through movie appearances, live concerts, in the middle of 6 consecutive new song releases, and always going through the pressure of work, talked about their private lives! Driving, drinking, and even their bedrooms!? We’ll reveal what they talked about! There’s no doubt that you’ll be knocked out from the difference in the smiles you see on TV ❤

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Got7 Reaction: Confessing to you while drunk

ohsunnysmile said to kpopreactionsforthekpopfans:

Can you please do got7 getting drunk and confessing to you?


Jaebum had invited you over to their dorms to celebrate the finish of their tour. You told them you were goinh to be late, due to taking a while to getting ready. When you finally arrived, a few of the members were already drunk. You were just about to scold them for drinking so carelessly, until you overheard Jaebum talking.

“Is Y/N here yet? I want to see her,” He slurred. “I want to hold her in my arms. I really missed her.”

Your face flushed at his words, as you stood by the doorway listening to him.

“Hyung, you’re drunk. Stop saying that kind of stuff out loud before you say something we probably don’t want to hear.” Jinyoung laughed. 

After Jaebum got out of his thoughts, his he looked over at the doorway and saw you. *gif* After he locked eyes with you, it was almost as if he was sober again.

“Oh.  Y/N. Please tell me you didn’t hear that.”

“I’m always avaible for cuddles.” You laugh as you sit by him.

“Does this mean you like me too?” He slurred as he pulled you into his arms.

“I’ll answer you when you’re sober”

Originally posted by crying-in-korean

(him dying inside)


You were and Mark went out to get a few drinks, but didn’t plan on getting drunk. You were being cautious about your drinking, while Mark kept on doing shots. After a few more shots you saw that he was pretty intoxicated, so you decided to call a taxi for the both of you. 

“Y/N just a few more.” He whined, as you dragged him outside to wait for the taxi.

“No, I’d rather you not pass out.” 


About 5 minutes later, the taxi arrived. All though drunk, Mark didn’t forget to be a gentleman so he opened the door for you. After you sat down, he got in and the taxi driver smiled at you both.

“You two are very cute together. Are you dating?” She asked.

“Yeah, she very pretty, isn’t she?” Mark said, not aware of what he was saying.

You looked down to hide your red face, and smiled. Mark, still unaware of his actions, scooted closer to you and slung his arm around your shoulder.

Originally posted by justrightforjb


Jackson had told himself he was only going to have a couple drinks, nothing much. But he was too caught up in conversation with his members, that he started to carelessly drink. Sooner or later, he was stumbling to the bathroom after hearing you were coming over. 

“Where’s Jackson?” You asked when you arrived.

“I’m not sure, he disappeared after we told him you were coming.”  Mark laughed. 

You nodded and went to go look for him. As you walked past the bathroom, you heard voices coming through the bathroom.

“Y/N, you look great tonight, how about- no. too straightforward. Y/N, I’ve liked you for a long time- ugh!”

“Jackson?” You knocked on it and slowly opened the door. 

You looked up to see Jackson in his drunken state, as he talked to himself in the mirror.

“You heard that?” He asked as he looked like a deer in headlights.

Originally posted by kim-hnsl


Jinyoung was most likely one to be clingy while drunk. So you were hanging out with him at the dorms, while he thought it would be smart to drink around you. You felt bad for him, because he was too wasted to even stand up. You took the drinks away from him, and returned with water.

“Here, you need to sober up.” You said as you handed him the water.

He whined as he took the water anyway. You sat by him again, and he just looked at you. Without even thinking, he set his water down and laid his head on your lap with his arms around your waist.

“You are such wife material Y/N, I can’t wait to marry you someday.” 

You laughed at his comment, and softly stroked his hair.

“Ahh, only if you weren’t drunk right now.” You said.

Originally posted by soulmatesjjp

( I had a hard time finding a gif for Jinyoung ㅠㅠ)


Youngjae usually doesn’t drink, but he felt like he was missing out on the fun when he saw the other members drink. Youngjae is probably a lightweight drinker, so after a few drinks he was already wasted. Without thinking, he pulled out his phone and called you.

“Hello?” You answers.

“Y/N” He slurred your name, “Did I ever tell you that you are so pretty? You’re also so good to me-ah, I love you Y/N..” He managed to speak somewhat clear sentences.

“Youngjae, are you drunk?”

“No, I’m Youngjae.” He laughed as he hung up, before realizing he just confessed to you.

Originally posted by yjarssunshine

( I hard a hard time finding a gif for Youngjae too ㅠㅠ)


Bambam is most likely a peverted drunk. So while he was drinking with the members, he drank more than he originally planned. While under the influence, he thought it was smart to start texting you.


You shold snd me some pictrs if yo know wht i mean ;)


Bambam wtf? No. Since when were you a fuckboy??


Y/N. Youre sp prtty


Are you drunk? Are you okay?


Im fin. i want to tll yoi somthin




i lov yo

As he was texting you, Jackson looked at his screen and died of laughter.

“Do you know what you just told Y/N?” He laughed

“I think?” Bambam looked at him with a confused look.

Originally posted by noirahgase


You were going over to the Got7 dorm’s to surprise your best friend, Yugyeom. When you arrived at the dorms you found Yugyeom on the couch drinking alchohol. 

“Yugyeom! You’re underage, are you cra-” You were cut off by him jumping up and running to the bathroom.

You followed him to the bathroom to make sure he was okay. When you walked into the bathroom, he was hunched over the toilet, throwing up what was probably his lunch. You kneeled by him and rubbed his back while you waited for him to finish.

“Brush your teeth, I’ll get you some water.” You tell him as you walk to the kitchen. You got the water, and walked back to the living room to find him back in his orginal position on the couch.

“Here, drink this.”  You hand him the water and sit close to him.

“Ah, Y/N you’re so good to me.” He smiles at you, “I think that’s why I love you.” He says without a  care in the world, and lays his head on your shoulder to sleep.

Originally posted by wang-thighs

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*Blizzard* Newt x reader

◘ mare-doe asked: 

The reader and Newt are acquaintances from the Hufflepuff house and Newt starts taking interest in the reader when he sees (him/her) laughing with (his/her) friends at hogsmeade. They meet years later then get stuck in a speakeasy when a blizzard leaves them stranded. ;)

❋ Don’t question why they don’t just apparate out. Just let this happen…. 

Newt wasn’t one to talk much to the other students attending Hogwarts. In fact, he rather preferred to be alone with his nose in a book reading about various magical creatures. His mother being a hippogriff breeder, he found at a very young age his love and admiration for these magical beasts and hoped to someday travel the world in search of them and study them up close.

Of course, because of his rather quiet and lonesome demeanor, other students did pick on him every so often and occasionally compared him to his older brother, Theseus, who was much different than Newt; the complete opposite in fact. He was popular, outgoing and always seemed to have a pretty girl hanging off his arm.

Today was the trip to Hogsmeade and as usual, Newt sat on a bench outside the shops reading a new book he bought and minding his own business. It wasn’t until he glanced up momentarily at the sound of laughter that he laid eyes upon the most beautiful creature he had ever seen.

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I’m A Queen - G.D

A/N: I thought I would switch it up a bit and remind all of you beautiful and strong girls that no boy should determine your self worth and your happiness. You are a god damn queen and it’s about time you believed it!

You were always the good girl type. The girl that finished her homework before it was due, did extra credit, and went to sleep at a reasonable hour. You’d never been seen at a rowdy party, and you’d never be caught in any clothing that was above your knee and tight. But that was all about to change. You see, you were KNOWN for being a good girl. And that’s what made you so irresistible to Grayson Dolan, the schools one and only womanizer. He’d walk down the halls and everyone would pretty much drop to his feet like he owned the school. Every single girl had either slept with him, or wanted too, and all the guys either wanted to be him, or were his friends. He was hated by no one, well, that was until you. You’d never paid much attention to high school drama, or boys in general, until Grayson had stumbled into the library one late afternoon and caught your eye. He’d pulled all his smooth words and every trick under the sun and within weeks you were wrapped around his pinky finger, all your senses knocked out of your head and replaced with puppy dog love. Unlike most girls, he took his time with you and became quiet the gentlemen. He brought you flowers when you had a bad day, took you on the cutest dates, constantly taking photos of you when you weren’t looking and posting them up on instagram for the world to see. Everyone, and I mean everyone, was convinced that you had changed him. So after a couple of months, you found yourself starting to change. He was drilling into your head how beautiful you were and how you shouldn’t hide behind this shell anymore, and you started to believe it. You were going to parties with him and you were taking more risks with your life, but you never let your school work suffer from your decisions. You had multiple girls try to convince you that he was nothing but bad news, but you shrugged it off and said that they were just jealous that he had changed and chosen you. He was the one. Or so you thought. 

It was the Friday that had just passed that you and Grayson went to a rager of a party that was held at one of his friends place. You rocked up and you could tell from the second that you hoped out of the car that this was going to be messy. Grayson’s car was shaking from the vibrations from the bass, and there were various teenagers already passed out on the lawn with items of clothes missing, as others tagged their bodies with permanent marker. Grayson looped his arm around your shoulders as the two of you entered the crowded house, almost everyone shouting their hello’s and handing the two of you drinks. You’d gotten used to being popular, which took a bit of adjusting too considering that months ago, no one knew your name. After a couple of hours, you were in the kitchen with Ethan and a few of your ‘friends’, drinking and speaking about the latest football match and how Ethan had won the game with the last try. 
“Where’s Grayson?” you asked around, the nerves starting to build up in your stomach. He said he was going to the toilet almost half an hour ago, and you’d just assumed that there was a line up for the bathroom, but it shouldn’t have taken this long.
“Oh he’s probably just speaking to someone Y/N. Just stay here with me. I’m sure he will return” Ethan said, well, begged, which you thought was a bit odd. 
“No I’m going to go find him” you muttered, as you started to walk away but Ethan grabbed you tightly by the forearm and gave you a look. And you knew, from that look, that something was wrong. You almost ran to the second floor of the house and immediately started searching every single room to find out where he was, and after the second room, you found him tangled up in some sheets with a girl who’s name you didn’t know. He jumped to his feet and started to run after you, screaming out your name and how he was sorry, and for a second you almost believed it, but you had forgotten who he was. Grayson Dolan. As previously stated, the schools own personal womanizer. So that’s why you’re here, right now, standing in front of the mirror analysing your reflection as if it was someone else. It’s currently Monday, and after Friday night, you’d turned your phone off. It was ringing off the hook from Grayson to Ethan, to random girls who you don’t know how they’d gotten your number in the first place, telling you how sorry they were to hear what happened. Everyone was expecting you to be broken, to be a mess, to be weak. But Grayson had taught you one thing, and one thing that you would never forget. You were a god damn queen.

Saturday, you drove almost an hour to get out of your hometown and went to a mall where nobody knew your name. You’d spent almost all of your saved up cash, and you’d completely reinvented yourself. Your once sweet and dull hair was now flaming red, with almost blonde tips, and your once ‘good girl’ wardrobe was something no one was going to expect. You were going to be Grayson’s worse nightmare. You, Y/N, were going to be the female version of Grayson, because like hell you’re going to let him win. You did a final twirl in the mirror before you smiled with pride. You were wearing a black, tight crop top singlet, with a high-waisted red tartan skirt with ripped stockings and a leather jacket. Your shoes were high-heeled chunky boots and you had on killer sunglasses to pull of the whole thing. You looked like a total queen badass and you were going to prove it to everyone, that no one should mess with you. You pulled up to school with your music blaring and your tires screeching. You got out of your car as everyones head’s turned trying to figure out who the ‘new girl’ was. Looking over in the corner of the parking lot, you saw the usual clique; Grayson and all of his football mates leaning against his car as they eyes you up and down. You took off your glasses and winked in their direction before shouting ‘hey boys’ and walking inside. The second you walked into the schools hallways, the voices all started whispering. It was like the scene out of Easy A and you were loving it. In almost record time you heard your name shouted out by Grayson as he ran down the hall to catch up to you. You spun slowly on your heels and  eyed him up and down in all of his cheater like glory.
“Are you okay?” he said, puffing. 
“Oh, I’m great. How are you babe” you smirked, tracing your finger down his chest seductively.
“Confused. This isn’t you” he snapped, as his eyes shifted around to the swarming bodies trying to get front row seats to the latest drama. 
“Oh but it is” you winked, before you turned back to your locker and put all of your things in there.
“The girl I knew wouldn’t wear something like that” he hissed. You slammed the locker shut and turned back, taking a step closer to him as he took one back, obviously intimidated. 
“The girl you knew thought that you were a decent guy. The girl you knew loved you. But this girl? This version of me? Honey, this mascara is way to expensive to cry over pathetic, egotistical and insecure boy like you. See how I said boy? Because you’re far from a man. You had to realise that at some point in time someone would see through your bullshit act and realise that you are the weakest one of all. You sleep around with girls and play with people’s minds because deep deep down you’re still a little boy screaming out for attention because mummy and daddy never loved you that much did they? So how about you take a step away from me and back off because I surely don’t need the likes of you anywhere near me” you smiled as you flicked your hair over your shoulder and walked right past him like he never existed. 
“Oh and one last thing Grayson? I can have anyone I want too, it’s not that hard” you smiled widely as you pushed his brother Ethan up against the locker swiftly and kissed him recklessly. The whole crowd gasped and within no time Ethan’s hands were gripping your hips and your ass and moaning your name between his lips, as you messed up his hair with your long nails. You pulled away and stared into his deep, and lustful eyes as he smiled a goofy smile, one that in a different world, you probably could have loved. You glanced back at Grayson as his jaw was slacked and his eyes wide.
“You should have never messed with me babe, because I’m about to become your worst nightmare”


Originally posted by royalyeol

Rated: Smut, Angst

Pairing: JaehyunxReaderxYuta

Summary: The story of secrets, deceit and greed. Three characters with unlikely alliances and one common goal; power. Jaehyun is stuck between his own thirst for power and his need for the one thing that could take away everything. Yuta has ambition growing from an unlikely alliance and convinces himself to do anything to protect it. Between both of them is her, ambitious but with one weakness, she does all it takes for Jaehyun, even if it’s putting herself aside. But how long can she hold up her own fragile games?

(A/N): Say hello to (Y/N) lol. I’m so indecisive don’t hate me. 

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law of the heart

Jaehyun leaves for the jungle and you really, really, really miss him.

the birthday fic i promised for dev @chittaporno literally a month ago. thank you to carmen for giving me hella song recs and taemin, for being the god of nasty. enjoy and i hope you like your late ass birthday/early ass christmas present. enjoy ^^

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Unpopular Opinion : Dany might be Fire Resistant in the Books as well! 

For years, I’ve heard book readers being extremely condescending when show viewers say Dany is fire resistant & claim Drogo’s funeral was a unique suicide attempt she managed to survive because of blood magic. I kept hearing “Read the books!”, “D&D are evil for making her walk out of Dosh Khaleen unburnt” & “George himself confirmed.” So I read the book and found out the exact quote for “George’s conformation” 

Granny: Do Targaryens become immune to fire once they “bond” to their dragons?
George RR Martin: Granny, thanks for asking that. It gives me a chance to clear up a common misconception. TARGARYENS ARE NOT IMMUNE TO FIRE! The birth of Dany’s dragons was unique, magical, wondrous, a miracle. She is called The Unburnt because she walked into the flames and lived. But her brother sure as hell wasn’t immune to that molten gold.
Revanshe: So she won’t be able to do it again?
George RR Martin: Probably not.

So the only thing this clarifies is that all Targaryens are not immune to fire & the birth of her dragons was a unique miracle compared to any dragon birth in the past. “Probably Not” does not mean “No”, it means it’s probable with a probability ranging from 0 to 1. He either didn’t make a decision on the canon back then or wanted to leave room for mystery or change. The credibility of that “Probably” means even less when in ADWD(book canon), Dany survives being burnt by Drogon’s fire at such close range that her hair burns off (her hair burns off even after Drogo’s funeral in the books) but she isn’t hurt. Let me make my case. 

The Dragon all Targaryens wish to be: 

  • There is a mystical fire resistant figure referred to as the “Dragon” that Targaryens aspired to be and some died trying to test if the are fire resistant. A guy named  Aerion Brightflame died after drinking Wildfire.
  • Rhaegar was called ‘the last dragon’ because he was born during the fire of Summerhall.  
  • Mad King believed he would survive the burning of King’s Landing.
  • Dany says “He was no dragon, fire cannot kill a dragon,” when Viserys died so even she believed in this dragon myth as well and so did he since he constantly calls himself the dragon. 

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  • In her dream after her childbirth, she has dragon wings pierce out of her back, her skin burns hot, she flies & meets Rhaegar in armour, only to see her own face when she lifts his visor. “You don’t want to wake the dragon, do you?” is constantly chanted in this dream but it ends with, “Wake the dragon.”
  • Baelor Breakspear & Aegon V were the only two I know of who were visualised as actual dragons in visions, before Dany had that vision of herself as a dragon. Aegon V actually died causing the fire at Summerhall because he tried to hatch eggs the way Dany did. 
  • After she survives a fire she’s called ‘The Unburnt’ & ‘The Last Dragon’, I read that as: Dany is finally this mystical fire resistant Dragon that many Targaryens before her only wished to be. 

This myth has to come from somewhere! One could question that George was asked if all Targaryens become immune to fire once they bond with that dragons. All he said was that they were not & the birth of Dany’s dragons was a unique miracle.  It sounds more like a comparison to Targaryens in the past, rather than a statement about her own fire resistance. She was resistant to heat & high temperatures even before the ritual so there was magic within her. She had sensed the truth of it long ago.” she thought when she was not burning by Drogo’s funeral pyre. I interpret it as : No dragon rider or hatcher was ever reborn as a Dragon or walked through flames like Dany did. That her walking out Unburnt was something only she could do and the birth of her dragons from fossilised eggs was a miracle resulting from a combination of magic within her & the magic surrounding her at the moment. 

She didn’t seem like someone committing suicide

This is her speech to her remaining Khalasar before she walks into the fire in the show, does this sound like someone about to commit suicide? It’s not very different in the book. 

  • When they are about to add the weapons Dany received as bride gifts on her wedding to Drogo’s funeral pyre, she says, “Those are mine, and I mean to keep them.”
  • When Jorah calls her Princess, she clarifies that now she is his Queen.  "Why do you call me that? My brother Viserys was your King, was he not? Viserys is dead. I am his heir, the last blood of House Targaryen. Whatever was his is mine now.“
  • When Jorah is worried that she might be planning to burn & die with Drogo, she tells him, "You do not understand.” 
  • She swears to Jorah she will not die when he asks : “You do not mean to die with him? You swear it, my Queen?”  Though she doesn’t promise him she wouldn’t walk into the fire. 
  • This is what she’s thinking when she addressed Drogo’s remaining, after most of them left, “Dany called the Dothraki around her. Fewer than a hundred left. How many had Aegon started with? she wondered” She gives them a speech to convince them to follow her 
  • She names three of them her blood riders even though they immediately reject it by saying following a woman would be a dishonour & their only duty is to take her to Dosh Khaleen to join the widows of fallen Khals.  
  • She promises to give Jorah a dragon-forged sword one day and says, "You are the first of my Queensguard.”

She might have had a moment of hopelessness in this scene but she doesn’t seem like someone about to commit suicide, she seems like she’s confident she’ll survive this and she sounds like someone with a very clear plan for the future, about to make a power move since Dothraki follow strength above all.  This is her first thought when she rises from the ashes with her dragons later and the everyone kneels to her “Dany had only to look at their eyes to know that they were hers now, today and tomorrow and forever, hers as they had never been Drogo’s” 

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She clearly seems like she knew what she was doing

  • The first level of funeral pyre, the wood is set from East to West for sunrise & sunset. The second level they lay his belongings & the third twigs are set from North to South for Ice & Fire. They slaughter a horse to be burnt with him. (The description is simpler that the one on the show)
  • Mirri Maz Duur challenges her that she has gone mad & doesn’t know what she is doing, “You do not have the words to to make a spell, nor the wisdom to find them. Do you think blood magic is a game for children?… Whatever you mean to do, it will not work. Loose me from the bounds and I will help you.”  So Dany was obviously upto something.
  • She is aware that everyone thinks she’s gone mad but she bathes in scalding hot water before the ritual without flinching “She liked the heat. It made her feel clean.” So at this point she is aware heat can’t blister her, even boiling water. She gets ready & then prepares Drogo.
  • She pours jars of fragrant oil all over the pyre &  orders she handmaidens to fetch her eggs.
  • When Jorah advises her that she could live out her days a rich woman by selling the eggs : “My Queen, Drogo will have no use for the dragon’s eggs in the night lands”. She only responds with, "They were not given to me to sell.” .
  • When the witch calls her mad, she simply says “Is it so far from madness to wisdom?” and asked Jorah to bind the witch to the pyre. Note that the witch told Dany when she started that she lacks the wisdom to perform magic. This is the first time the witch is actually scared.
  • Dany poured the oil over the woman’s head herself. “I thank you, Mirri Maz Duur,” she said, “for the lessons you have taught me.” When Mirri says she won’t scream, Dany says something noteworthy, “It is not your screams I want, only your life. I remember what you told me. Only death can pay for life.” At this moment the witch is scared for the first time, so Dany is actually performing a ritual. 
  • “Dany looked and saw it, low in the east. The first star was a comet, burning red. Bloodred; fire red; the dragon’s tail. She could not have asked for a stronger sign.” At this point I was completely sure she is performing a ritual rather than simply cremating Drogo. 
  • When she lights the pyre, she just stands there admiring the fire as it grows and it doesn’t hurt her, she doesn’t just jump in to burn. She tests the waters first, or fire in this case and slowly edges in as she realises she’s not burning but her clothes have begun to. 
  • “Dany stood her ground. She was the blood of the dragon, and the fire was in her. She had sensed the truth of it long ago.”  I’m sure somewhere deep down she knew she had magic in her that she doesn’t burn easily but she slowly edges into the fire when she realises it’s not hurting her & only burning her clothes.
  • Now, she thought, now… “She heard a crack, the sound of shattering stone”… ”a chunk of curved rock, pale and veined with gold, broken and smoking. The roaring filled the world,”
  • Only death can pay for life. And there came a second crack, loud and sharp as thunder,”
  • At this point she is completely engulfed in flames, “She heard the screams of frightened horses, and the voices of the Dothraki raised in shouts of fear and terror, and Ser Jorah calling her name and cursing. No, she wanted to shout to him, no, my good knight, do not fear for me. The fire is mine. I am Daenerys Stormborn, daughter of dragons, bride of dragons, mother of dragons, don’t you see? Don’t you SEE? With a belch of flame and smoke that reached thirty feet into the sky, the pyre collapsed and came down around her. Unafraid, Dany stepped forward into the firestorm, calling to her children. The third crack was as loud and sharp as the breaking of the world.”

I know all Targaryens aren’t fire resistant but she clearly has magic in her and is ‘The last Dragon’. Just because it’s canon that all Targaryens weren’t fire resistant, doesn’t mean Dany isn’t. Coming to the birth of her dragons…If we go by this logic of ‘Only death can pay for life’ her trust in the witch got her son killed, Dany herself killed Drogo later & she straps the witch to the funeral pyre. Three deaths for the life of three dragons - the miraculous, unique & ritualistic birth of her dragons, unlike any Dragon births before. 

Honestly, how anyone can be so arrogantly confident that she isn’t fire resistant & it was a one off lucky suicide attempt simply because George clarified that all Targaryens are not fire resistant & the birth of her dragons was a miracle…all that cockiness & disregard for show canon simply based on a “Probably not”??? This is why I stay sceptical of iron clad claims made my fans of the source material when they start mocking adaptations & fans of adaptations. The books & George’s quote does not clearly state that Dany is not fire resistant or that it was a one time thing & she can’t survive fire for a third time in the books.  To me, it just seems like a popular fan theory among book readers based on someone’s skewed interpretation of George’s quote about Targaryens, which doesn’t seem to be backed by both book & show canon. 

You Ain’t Got No Skills (Lin x Reader)


Request- “365 with Lin (( if u dont write rpf then with Alex ))”

“Everything has been different since I fell in love with you.”

A/N- (I’ve gotten a lot of requests saying “idk if you do this or not….” Guys. I will write practically ANYTHING. :) If you request it,  I will write it eventually. Speaking of “writing something eventually” I have soooo many requests right now. Requests are open unless I say otherwise but don’t expect your fic for awhile because I write in order of when received the request. ALSO this is the first fic where I write in third person instead of second for a bit so I hope that’s not super weird.)

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You beamed proudly as you saw all your closest friends bowing. The audience’s cheers were deafening. Without even looking, you knew many of them were crying. They did every night. You had cried your first few nights working too. It was a freaking emotional musical. Being a stage hand for Hamilton wasn’t your only job, but it was probably your favorite one. 

One by one the cast exited the stage and highfived and hugged you as they usually did. You told them all what a wonderful job they had down. A few of them hung around and talked to you for awhile. These were your favorite people to be with. You noticed Lin hanging nearby and smiled at him. He looked kind of shocked but then smiled back. 

Lin had been staring. Again. It was starting become a real problem. She had caught him several time, but always just smiled her breathtaking smile. Chis Jackson walked up to Lin.

“Hey, man! What’re you-oh” Chris realized exactly what he was doing. “Man, you gotta stop this. You’ve been crushing on her for like a year. You’ve been practically in love with her for almost just as long.”

“Yeah, I noticed.” Lin said. 

“I mean I don’t want to say I told you so, but if you had asked her out right away like I said you should, you wouldn’t be stuck in this co-worker friend zone situation.” Chris pulled of part of his elaborate costume. 

“I know.” Lin sighed defeated and leaned against the wooden wall. 

“Don’t give up though, man! You still have time.” Chris looked right at Lin. “Can I suggest sooner rather than later.” Lin shrugged. The idea of asking Y/N out and having her turn him down seemed much worse than continuing to live in his day dreams. Lin and Chris were both watching as she hugged Ariana goodbye and started gathering up a few things around her. 

“Here’s your chance, ask her out right now.” Chris said. Lin gave him a nervous look, but Chris was already pushing him towards Y/N. 

“Hey…Y/N. Can I talk to you for a second?”

You turned around and saw Lin scratching the back of his head with a sheepish smile. It the most adorable thing you’d ever seen. You’ve had feelings for Lin since your first day working at Richard Rogers. There was a lot of down time in side the theater, hiding from the fans outside, and you’d spent a lot of that time with him the first day.  

“Yeah, of course Lin” You smiled at him. He laughed a little.

“Well I was just umm..” he wasn’t meeting your eyes. “I was wondering if you uh-” 

“Lin! Tina Fey’s here and she wants to meet you!” someone shouted. 

“You better go, genius.” you told him, smiling. 

“I..look, wait right here, okay?” He said. 

“Lin I-”

“Just stay there I’ll be back in a flash, I promise.” You rolled your eyes at his typical spastic nature. You continued organizing some of the stuff that was left behind in the rush of performances. 

Lin was right he was back very soon. 

“How’s Tina?” you joked. 

“Oh she’s great really funny.” he was out of breath. “Look, Y/N. Do you wanna go out with me sometime?” He asked the question so quickly it took you a moment to realize what he’d asked. He himself looked shocked. “I mean, like-”

“I’d love to Lin.” you stopped him before he could say something to ruin it.

“You would?” 

“Yeah” you said. He smiled brightly at you and you couldn’t help but smile back. 

“Lin!” Someone shouted again, but Lin stayed put.

“You should probably go, Lin.” 

“Oh! Right! I’ll…text you?” he said. You nodded and he smiled before sprinting away. 

He definitely texted you. A whole paragraph. 

 Hey Y/N, lemme just say I’m so beyond happy that you agreed to go out with me. Like you have no idea. The whole cast is going our for drinks after the Friday performance this week, and I know a lot of people were hoping you would too. But I also kind of want to do something just us. I feel like you and I haven’t gotten to hand out alone for awhile, and that sucks ya know? Anyway I was thinking maybe Thursday after the performance you and I can do something together. I know it’ll probably be late, but I thought it could be fun. I don’t know, let me know what you think

x Lin

Who even signs their name after texts?  You laughed at your phone and texted back. 

Thursday sounds great :)

x Y/N

“Smiley face! What does a smiley face mean?” Lin shouted. 

“It means she digs you!” Anthony said. 

“Nah, a winky face means she digs you. A smiley face means she just being nice.” Daveed said. 

“Just being nice? So she doesn’t like me?” 

“Okay, but this is Y/N we’re talking about. She only uses winky faces ironically.” Jazzy said. 

“True.” Oak said. “I wouldn’t know if she likes you or not though.”

“Oh I definitely think she does.” Daveed responded. 

“Really?” Lin’s voice squeaked.

“Yes!” Several voices echoed. 

“I don’t understand why you’re so worried, Lin!” Anthony said. “She already said she’d go out with you.”

“I don’t know.” Lin looked down.” I just really don’t wanna mess it up.”

“Oh my god.” Daveed said. 

“He loves her!” Jasmine exclaimed. 

“HOLY SHIT! Lin’s in love with Y/N!” Oak shouted. Renée burst into the room. 

“Lin’s in love with who?” she asked excitedly. 

“Y/N!” several people shouted. 

“Oh yeah I knew that.” Renée said,somewhat disappointed.  The room erupted into laughter. “She totally likes him too though.” 

“Actually?” Lin said, excitedly. Renée put her hand on Lin’s shoulder. 

“You have nothing to worry about.”

Thursday came faster as you expected, but it still didn’t feel fast enough. You were standing on the side of the stage passing props and having whispered conversations when you heard a voice close up to your ear. 

“We still on for tonight?” You turned around and saw Lin smiling at you. He was wearing his black outfit and had glasses on. 

“Of course!” you whispered back. Lin kept smiling at you. “Lin.” you whispered. “You’re on.” you said nodding to the stage. 

“Shit!” he whispered. He ran to the side of the stage and walked on right before he almost missed his entrance. You were still laughing when Daveed came offstage in a magenta suit. 

“What’s got you all happy?” he said with a smirk.

“Nothin’” you shrugged. 

“Could it be your date with Lin tonight?” 

Your face dropped. “You know about that?” 

“I know lots of things.” he said smiling. 

“Go get changed” You order blushing. He put his hands up in defense and walked away. You smiled again. It seemed Lin was just as excited. 

After the performance was over, you sat on a couch in one of the dressing rooms until Lin changed. You had already changed since you didn’t want to wear you work clothes on a first date with someone, especially if that someone already saw you in those clothes almost every day. You were wearing dark jeans and a turquoise top that showed part of your midriff. You heard a knock and looked up to see Lin standing in the doorway wearing jeans and and a gray button down. His hair was pulled back into a ponytail. You stood up and smiled at him. 

“Wow..” he breathed. You looked down and blushed. “Shall we go?” He held out his arm and you took it. 

“Where’re we going anyway?” you asked as you exited the theater through a door that was less crowded with fans. It was lat enough that most people had already left. 

“I was thinking we could just walk around until we see something to do.” 

“You, Lin-Manuel Miranda, wanna just walk around Broadway.” you said in shock. 

“Nah we’re getting the hell out of here.” he smiled. You turned down a street and started walking away from the lights and sounds of Broadway. You were walking around the Lower East Side when a small unassuming bar caught your eye. 

“You wanna go in?” he asked with a small smile on his face. The bar looked down right trashy. 

“Live a little, Lin!” you smiled. 

“No problem!” he shot back. You both walked in. It was just as you expected. Super trashy. Lin raised his eyebrows and laughed. You picked a spot side by side at the bar, and ordered drinks. 

Conversation flowed easily between you two. Eventually you scooting your chairs closer to hear each other better. He might lay a hand on your leg every once in awhile, and you might have touched his arm every time you laughed. The conversation switched between serious and not every few minutes. 

“I mean doesn’t it get hard? Having people expect so much from you?” You asked him. 

“Oh hell yes!” he responded. “It used to be worse though. I cared so much about what everyone thought about what I did. I’ve read every review every written for In The Heights.” he laughed lightly. 

“Well what changed?”

“I realized their opinions weren’t what mattered to me. I only really cared about impressing you. Honestly, everything’s been different since I fell in love with you.” You stared at him wide eyed. He mimicked your look. “Oh my god, that’s definitely not something that you say on the first date. I am so sorry, Y/N.” Lin put both hands over his face.

“Lin. It’s fine.” 

“It’s really not.” his voice was muffled by his hands. 

“Lin, look at me.” you said softly. He sighed and met your eyes. “Lin I…I love you, too.” you said, not fully realizing how true the words were until you said them out loud. 

“You-” Lin started, but you cut him off by kissing him. He was stunned, but quickly brought a hand up to your face. His tasted lightly of alcohol. You leaned so close you thought you might fall off the bar stool. 

“Last call!” the barman shouted gruffly. Lin pulled away from you gently. 

“Is it really that last?” he whispered. His face was still unbearably close. 

“I guess so.” you whispered back. You really did not want to leave, but you both had to work the next day. 

“I’ll get you a cab.” Lin stuttered. He helped you step off the bar stool and you both paid for you drinks. Lin felt bad having you pay, but you insisted that you liked it better that way. 

You walked out of the bar and Lin hailed a cab down for you. It took a few tried but he finally flagged one down. 

“Do you want to just split one?” you asked, wondering how he would get home. 

“No…I think I’m gonna walk for a bit.” he said. 

“Be safe.” 

“Are you gonna go tomorrow night?” he asked nervously. 

“Yeah, I think so.” A grin spread across both of your faces. He looked at you hesitantly then leaned in a kissed you quickly. 

“I’ll uh text you.” 

“You better.” you winked at him before stepping into the cab and closing the door. Lin watched as you drove off. You gave the driver you address. Sighing, you laid down in the backseat, clutching your purse to your chest which was tight with emotion.

“Good night?” the driver asked with an amused tone. 

“The best.” you replied. 

Training the New Act

June 16

It’s been two days since I went to the circus.

I have not left.

Finally managed to get my goddamn phone back from those three hooligans. Screen’s cracked in the corner but it’s still usable. I still don’t know how they got the drop on me.

I don’t have any signal but I know they still have my charger somewhere, and there’s an outlet in the corner of their trailer. If I can get even a bar I can call 911 and I’ll have a SWAT team here to save me. In case I die before help is found, my name is Evan Randall. I’m a doctor. The clowns kidnapped me, the act with the three teenagers, the juggler, the crying girl, and the acrobat. Show these bastards the full extent of the law.

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Prompt #137

Her eyes blew wide as she saw her dancing across the room. It was the first time in months she’d seen her happy and after all the grief she’d gone through, she deserved a night off “Are you gonna buy me a drink or not, sugar?” She sidled up to her, giggling as she licked her lips in what was supposed to be a seductive manner and, oh lord, she’d never wanted to kiss her more.

The idea for this is for you to have character names in place of she and her! Hehe and didn’t want to confuse you, but I guess it’s probably how his is working out XD xox

Breaking The Rules

Note: I’m so sad that Daveed is leaving today, but all good things must come to an end, right? Enjoy this imagine with my fav. <3

Request: Could you do a Daveed x reader one where Daveed is caught by the reader who works at a fast food restaurant putting soda in a water glass? I know that’s super random but I think it would be hilarious reading about him getting super awkward and the reader feeling bad but still being kinda ticked off. Like maybe Daveed tries to flirt himself out of it and the reader is trying to be professional but secretly being really into it? - @thatdepends-whosasking

Word Count: 757+

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x Reader

Warning: Language

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You hated your job. You hated it with every fiber of your being. You could have chosen to work at a retail store, why didn’t you? Because you were stupid and had chosen to work at a fucking fast food restaurant.

The only good thing about the job was that it was abandoned for most of the day. You had a few people trickle in for lunch and breakfast, so most of the day you just stood at the cash register, doing nothing.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door opening. You looked up to see an extremely attractive guy with big curly hair, a handsome face, and a bit of facial hair. He wore a tank top to reveal his lean, well-built figure. You snapped your eyes away from him, not wanting to let him know you were checking him out.

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Your Voice [I]

Originally posted by xehun

Plot: You couldn’t forget Byun Baekhyun, no matter how hard you tried.

Genre: Angst - Canon AU (light smut)

Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader

Word Count: 1k

I sat in the corner of my room, my favorite fleece blanket wrapped around me, leaving everything covered aside from my head and my hands. My ears prickled with cold, and I sipped gently at the steaming mug of hot chocolate in my hands that was probably too hot to drink. I gazes at the pile of marshmallows that was slowly melting in the center of the mug, willing myself to gain the nerve I needed to pick up the damn phone and call him.

I set my mug down next to me and sighed deeply. I pulled my phone out of my pocket, and my thumb hovered over the first contact in my phonebook: Byun Baekhyun.

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Trouble and Tequila

Summary: Your feelings for Sam Winchester had been pretty low key, that is until you get a little drunk and decide to call him.

Warnings: angst, fluff, language, drinking

Characters: Eventual Sam x Reader, Jo Harvelle, Ellen Harvelle

A/N: this will probably be a mini two part series. as always, feedback is cool!

You had noticed him the moment he walked into the roadhouse. He was insanely tall, a head of floppy brown hair and a really cute face with hazel coloured eyes.

“Don’t go there, sweetie,” Ellen Harvelle, your Mum, had warned. “Sam’s a nice guy but those Winchester’s carry a tonne of baggage.”

As much as her warning didn’t bother you and you knew she was just being overprotective, you decided to watch from afar that night anyway.

It was going well, until you were cleaning up one of the far tables and some skanky older and slightly drunk hunter decide to grope your ass.

“Hey, back off,” you snapped, turning to face him.

“Come on darl’, I can show you a hell of a good time,” he drawled in his thick southern accent before reaching his hand out to grab your waist.

Before he could even touch you, a strong, large hand grabbed hold of his shoulder from behind. “She said back off,” Sam warned, his voice dangerously low.

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Hi! Thank you to those who enjoyed my first imagine. I’m thinking of adding a part or two more to continue this story. So again hope you enjoy!

(H/G/N) = His girlfriend’s name

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He finally opens the door after what felt like eternity.

“Hey (Y/N)”, he greets me along with a hug, probably sensing that I’m not in the best of moods. We stay there embraced for a while before we walk into his apartment. He offered me food and drinks, knowing exactly how to cheer me up. I declined.

“We should probably sit down before I tell you”, I told a now even more concerned Auston. I swear if only we were dating this would be so much easier. He nods and we sit across each other in his small dinning table. My breath starts to quiver. My body is shaking. But I need to tell him. I can’t just run away with his child, he has the right to at least know. I look up to meet his eyes. Those beautiful eyes that I love, those eyes that make my heart skip a beat, the eyes that make me feel at home.

“I’m pregnant”, I spill out, immediately analyzing his face. It took him eternity to process the information.

“Wait, what?! What do you mean you’re pregnant? Is it mine?! How did this happen? How di-”

“Yes Auston, its yours”, I cut him off.

“Oh my god, no this can’t be happening. Oh what am I going to tell (H/G/N)”, he tells himself.

“Oh I don’t know, probably the truth”, I say in a sarcastic tone, annoyed at him.

“You’re keeping it right?”, he asks me like if it were a dog.

“I mean ya, I am. I know I’m going to school soon again, but yes I want to keep it. I know it’s going to be hard for me but if you don’t want to be ap-”

“No way in hell I’m leaving you to raise our child alone, I promise you that I’ll be there as much as I can. There will be a lot of ups and downs a head of us but I’ll be there with you”, he say now facing me whist holding my quivering hands. I immediately hug him and start crying. I would stay in his embrace forever if I could.

“I’m sorry”, I almost whispered.

“No, don’t say that. Last time I remembered, it takes two to make a baby”, he says. He always know the rights things to say. We stay there embraced. After a few moments we go over to his couch and we lay there, still hugging each other. Not saying anything. It is as if time had stopped.

“Can Mitch be the Godfather?” he asks out of the blue.

I laugh a little and say,“Ya if you want, I’m ok with him being the Godfather”.

“If it’s a girl can we name her after my mom? We can name her after both our moms too actually. Same if it were a boy”, he continued to speak on and on about the baby. I smile at how cute he sounded at this time. What is inside that head of his, I think to myself. “You know what you should do”, he tells me.

I look up to him and say,“What?”.

“Move in with me. You’re school is near here, and we practically see each other everyday anyways, like I’m surprised we hadn’t thought of this earlier like its so-”, I cut him off with a kiss, finding no other way to shut him up. He returns the kiss too before pulling away to say,“ I’m taking that as a yes”. I smile and nod before we return to kissing. There is still one thing that is not making me feel 100% good about the situation were in, his girlfriend.

“So what are you going to tell (H/G/N)”, I asked.

“Well I’m going to tell her the truth. From the beginning. How I cheated on her often with you, how now you’re pregnant as a result of that, how I realized that I want to be with you and not her-”

“Wait, you do?”, I asked dumbfounded.

“Of course, I should have ended things earlier with her anyways. But don’t think I’m only with you because of this baby. (Y/N) I love you. I should of ended my relationship with her the minute I met you because I knew that I wanted you to be more than a friend”, he says.

“I love you too Auston”, I say with tears almost spilling out of my eyes. Oh how I thought I would never hear him declare his love for me. We kiss and everything finally seemed right.

Tuesday Fic Rec #6

The werewolf who built his house of brick by Ionaonie | Stiles/Derek | g | 40k

Now that Scott’s human again, Derek isn’t their problem any more.

So why can’t Stiles stop thinking about him?

A++++ AU where Scott kills Peter and returns to being a human. Stiles being a sweetie and being concerned about Derek which leads to a budding friendship built on mutual trust and I love it. Addresses Scott’s habit of abandoning his childhood friend for Allison and how Stiles deals with it. Derek is a Real Boy™ who was going to college and picks it up after Peter is dealt with. I love it all :D 

Tongue-Tied by ConniptionCrazy | Stiles/Derek | n/r | 3.4k

They called him Stutter Stilinski, and when no one was looking on the playground, and Scott was nowhere to be seen (thankfully a rarity), a group of older kids would spot him and run up, surrounding him before Stiles could think.

Where Stiles has a stutter and Derek is surprisingly helpful.

It’s so cute, so soft. I love it. Precious AU where Stiles and Derek meet as kids briefly and Stiles remembers when his stutter makes a poorly-timed appearance. :) 

Incoming Call by @finduilasclln | Stiles/Derek | t | 1.2k

The phone disconnects after a thud and a crash and Derek is left yelling out Stiles’ name into dead air. He calls back immediately, and the phone rings and rings until Stiles’ perky voicemail message comes on. Derek ends the call the second it goes over to voicemail, and calls again, and again, while he’s grabbing his keys and running out to his car.

Classic™ fic for me. I love it still. Short and sweet and perfectly lovely 

I Found You in a Crowd by NIXtheWADE | Stiles/Derek | g | 3k

Stiles was instantly glad he’d left his drink behind, because he probably would have dropped it. 

There was one guy sitting where there was clearly enough space for three, and though a romantic would have believed that it was the universe’s way of making space for Stiles to sit, Stiles himself knew it was because the rest of occupants of the room probably didn’t want to die. 

Because the guy was good-looking, definitely, but he was also clearly a few years older and seemingly in a terrible mood, if the way he was glaring at his phone meant anything.

A “what it says on the tin” type fic. But I like the premise, I’d read more of what happens after the boys meet but it is a very cute premise and a very cute soulmate-meeting each other fic (◕‿◕✿) which is my lifeblood. 

Efflorescence by @abbiemill / wednesdays | Stiles/Derek | g | <1k

Apparently, you shouldn’t scratch trees, because there’s the possibility that an angry forest spirit will poke you repeatedly in the chest.

Flower crowns, supernatural creature Stiles, cocky Derek (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧

Three Days, Part 3

Book: The Royal Romance

Rating: Mature, NSFW (Look away children!!)

Pairings: Drake X MC

Words: ~2960

Read Part 1 here

Read Part 2 here

Tagging everyone who expressed interest in reading Part 3.  Be forewarned…it’s very smutty!  My first attempt at writing like this…and it felt kinda awkward.  Heehee!! 

I hope you all enjoy it!  

Part 4 coming soon!

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Originally posted by shattered-addiction

“Riley…?” Drake took a step closer to her and stopped, unsure of how she would react to him.

“Drake?” Riley asked surprised, her eyes growing wide.  

He was here.  He was really here.  Judging from the dark circles under his eyes, she could tell the past three days had been just as hard on him as it had been on her.  Dark circles aside, he was still breathtakingly handsome and butterflies began to gather in her stomach at the sight of him.    

“What are you doing here?”  Her heart was beating so rapidly, it felt as if it was going to leave her body.

“I came here to find you” Drake answered softly, shifting his weight nervously from one foot to the other.  He wanted desperately to reach for her and pull her to him, but she maintained her distance.  He shoved his hands in his jeans pockets in hopes that she would not see how bad they were shaking.

“Drake, I’m sorry, but I hope you did not come all this way to persuade me to return to Cordonia, clear my name and marry Liam.” Riley crossed her arms against her chest, her eye narrowed as she stared at him.  “I have no desire to ever return there.”

Drake stepped closer to her until she was just an arm’s length away from him.  His eyes softened as he gazed down at her.  “I’m not here to take you back to Cordonia, Riley.  I came here to find you.”  He replied softly, his eyes searching hers.

“Find me?”  Riley questioned suspiciously, her arms crossing across her chest even tighter. “Why did you want to find me, Drake?” Her heart was screaming at her to run to him as her fingers itched to touch him…to make sure he was real and not some figment of her imagination.  However, after no word from him for three days, her head told her to stay put…figuring he was only here for Liam’s sake.

Drake sighed as he raked his hand through his hair.  Expressing his feelings was never something that came easy to him, but somehow expressing them to her was becoming easier.  He wanted her to know exactly what she meant to him. “I wanted to find you, Riley because I lo-“

“Stop right there.”  Riley put her hand up, interrupting him.  “You wanted to find me because you love me?”  She asked, incredulously.  “It’s been three days since I was sent home by the Royal Guards in your beloved country…with no word from you.”  She spat out sarcastically as she began pacing in front of Drake, speaking faster as her annoyance became apparent.  “I was scared, humiliated and distraught thinking I would never see you again.  After you mouthed to me that you loved me as I was being hauled out of the palace, I thought to myself ‘surely he will find me, or call me….’ But there was nothing. At the end of the second day with no word from you, I was beginning to think I was going crazy…that I had only imagined you telling me you loved me.”  She stopped pacing and looked up at him with tear-filled eyes.  “And then I figured it was over for you…that “we” were over.”  She whispered as the hot tears slid down her cool cheeks.  

“Dammit Riley!” Drake hissed as he grabbed her one of her wrists tightly, stepping closer to her.  She could feel his rapid breath on her face, his chest heaving as his jaw clenched in frustration.  “I would have called you but the King and Queen had my phone wiped while we were at the Coronation.  They made sure I could not contact you if I wanted to.”  

She felt the blood drain from her face as she realized the King and Queen had done the same thing to him, trying to erase her from his life as well. Drake noticed her expression change from anger to shock and relaxed his grip on her wrist.  “Judging from your reaction, I’m guessing they did the same to your phone.”  His face softened as he smiled at her.  Riley nodded her head slowly.

“Riley, I’m in love with you.  It was never over for me…and “we” are not over.” Drake replied hoarsely as he pulled her forcefully to him.  His hands cupped both of her cheeks and his mouth slammed against hers as he pulled her into a bruising kiss.  As Riley’s mouth responded hungrily to his, his kisses became more urgent. Their tongues tangled together as a soft moan escaped Riley’s lips.  Drake slid his hands down and wrapped them around her waist, pulling her closer to him, trying to remove any more space between them. Riley wrapped her hands around his neck and pulled away breathlessly from him to gaze into his dark eyes.

“Drake…“ Riley started, her eyes searching his.  “I love you.  I’ve know I was in love with you since the night we went on our cronut run away from the palace.”  She smiled as she recalled their adventure that night.  “I guess I should probably thank Madeline.”  She laughed sarcastically.

“What reason would you ever have to thank her? Drake asked, frowning at the mention of Madeline’s name.

“She saved me and Liam the embarrassment of me telling him that I am in love with his best friend and cannot marry him.” Riley said softly as her eyes bore into his. “I love you Drake.”

His heart leapt at her declaration. He wanted to pinch himself to make sure that this was not some crazy dream he sometimes had from a whiskey-fueled stupor after a night of heavy drinking.  He grinned as he squeezed her tighter, his lips meeting hers again, surprising her with a tender kiss. He pulled back ever so slightly, her breath warm on his mouth. “I guess I should thank her too.” He murmured as he kissed her jawbone before moving down to her neck, pressing feather-light kisses on her neck, occasionally nibbling on her soft skin.  

Riley’s breath hitched in her throat as his mouth lazily trailed across her neck, sending shivers down her body.  She closed her eyes and reveled in the way his lips set fire to her skin, the silkiness of his hair as she ran her fingers through it, and the intoxicating scent of him, filling her senses and making her feel almost drunk. As her breathing grew heavier, she needed to tell him one more thing before her body completely succumbed to him.

“I’m yours, Drake…if you want me.” She confessed, breathless.

Drake stopped kissing her neck and slowly pulled back to look her in the eyes.  Her emerald green eyes met his gaze as she awaited his reply.  He leaned forward and pressed his forehead to hers as he sighed. He closed his eyes.  “Say it again.” He whispered.

Riley slid one hand down from his neck and tilted his chin up as his eyes met hers.  “I’m yours Drake.” She repeated softly.

Drake stared back at her, almost in disbelief at what he just heard.  He had wished for this moment for months and now there was no longer any doubt. She loved him.  She wanted him.  And she was finally his.

His mouth claimed hers again as he picked her and slid his hands under her thighs.  She wrapped her legs around his waist as he sat down on the blanket, pulling her onto his lap.  She straddled him as she came to rest on her knees.  Drake wrapped one hand around her waist as he cupped her cheek with his other hand.  His lips slowly melted into hers and he kissed her over and over again.  Riley unbuttoned his denim shirt and pushed it off his shoulders.  She then pulled away from him and grabbed the hem of his white t-shirt and pulled it over his head, exposing his bare chest to her.  

The moon illuminated the hard lines of his shoulders, his sinewy muscles and she bit her lip at the site of him. She lowered her hands to his abs and ran them slowly back up over his chest, feeling each one of his muscles tighten under her fingertips.  She leaned forward again and kissed him again, slow and inviting.  His mouth responded hungrily to hers as his tongue languidly slipped in and out of her mouth.  He then bit down on her bottom lip, causing her to gasp.  She pulled away him, her eyes never leaving his as her chest heaved while she tried to catch her breath.  The look of hunger and longing in his eyes was one she recognized from the night they kissed in the Beaumont study…and she could see that same look on her face mirrored in his eyes as he stared back at her.

“Drake…” She started softly. “Make love to me.”

He groaned and pulled her tighter against him.  Kissing her gently, his breath was warm on her cheek as he murmured in her ear. “Baby, there is nothing I would rather do.”  Her breath hitched as the passion and hunger in his voice sent tingles throughout her body.

Drake’s hands found the hemline of her shirt, pulled it up over her head and tossed it aside.  He slowly undid her bra and slid it off her shoulders, his fingertips lightly gliding over her skin and leaving a trail of goose bumps wherever he touched.  He pressed his bare chest against her breasts as he wrapped one arm around her waist and tangled his free hand in her hair, pulling her mouth back to his.  She whimpered as the desire for him began to overtake her.

With trembling and fervent hands, Riley began to unbuckle his belt.  He grabbed her wrists and pulled them back up to his neck.  “Not yet, baby.” He whispered. “I want to see you and feel all of you first.”

She leaned down to kiss him again as his hand found the front of her shorts.  He unbuttoned them and slowly slid the zipper down.  His hand pushed past the waistband of her damp panties, making her stomach tighten in anticipation for his touch.  

He pulled his mouth away from hers to watch her reaction as his thumb slowly circled her nub. “Oh my God, Drake,” she moaned as her hips began to rock against his hand.  God, she felt so good in his arms and he loved being able to feel her body react to his touch.

He easily slid two fingers inside of her velvety skin while his thumb continued to massage her in circles.  “Fuck…” Drake muttered, his breathing fast in her ear. “You are so wet, baby.”  He watched her continue to rock against his hand, his eyes half-hooded with desire as her eyes never left his.  As she got closer, he flipped her over on the blanket, laying her out in front of him and slid her shorts and panties down her legs. The moonlight danced on the curves of her body and he felt intoxicated as his eyes drank in the sight of her naked skin.  She looked up at him and he noticed her emerald green eyes had turned a darker shade of green, filled with desire for him.  He wanted to take his time with her and kiss every inch of her, as if to mark his territory that she was his. He wanted to make love to her slowly and make her come again and again before he allowed his own release.

His mouth trailed soft kisses from her neck down to her breasts as Riley tangled her fingers in his hair.  His mouth settled on one nipple and he circled it with his tongue, until it grew taut in his mouth.  He grazed his teeth against it and felt her shudder beneath him. A soft moan escaped Riley as he trailed his tongue across her chest to her other nipple, circling it with his tongue and softly biting it.  Riley writhed underneath him as he drove her crazy, kissing and licking his way down her stomach.  He spread her legs apart and softly kissed the insides of her thighs.

“Drake,” she moaned, tangling her hands in his hair and arching her hips up to him.  He circled his tongue around her small nub, stopping to suck on it every few circles. As she began to shake, he dipped his tongue down to taste her and back up to suck on her until she was bucking against his mouth and crying out his name.  He continued to slowly lick her as she rode the wave down from her release. “You taste so good, baby” Drake murmured as he reluctantly pulled his mouth away from her.  

She pulled him back up to her and kissed him hungrily.  As his lips trailed across her jaw, he pressed his hard length into her.  She fumbled with his belt buckle, finally undoing it and unbuttoning his jeans.  She slid her hand down the front of the waistband to his boxer briefs and felt his muscles tense underneath her fingers.  He growled as she her hand glided down and back up his erection.  As she slowly circled her thumb around the tip of him, he moaned against her neck. “Jesus Christ, Riley…” he muttered between breaths as she continued to stroke him.  “You’re killing me baby,” he whispered as his lips found hers again.  He could feel her smile as she kissed him.

“I need you inside of me, Drake.  Now.” Riley demanded as she began to push his jeans and underwear down.  Her wanting him almost sent him into a frenzy and he could not get undressed quick enough. He quickly discarded his jeans and briefs and laid back down between her hips.  She gasped as he entered her, teasing her as he thrusted slowly.  She rocked against him as she wrapped her legs around him as his thrusts became faster.  He kept a steady pace, filling her deeper and deeper with each thrust.  As she got closer, her moans became louder and she began to tighten around him.  God, it felt so good to be inside her and he loved watching her and listening to the sounds she made as he made love to her.

As she tightened even more, he knew she was almost there and a low moan escaped his throat.  “Come for me, baby” he whispered as she began to writhe underneath him.  With the taste of her still on his lips, he began to lose control.  She felt so good and he knew he would not be able to last much longer.  His skin felt like it was on fire and she grabbed his neck and pulled him into a scorching kiss before screaming his name as they climaxed together.  She felt him throb inside of her as he collapsed against her with his head buried in her hair.  

She wrapped her arms around his neck and ran her fingers through his hair.  As their breathing returned to normal, he rolled off of her and pulled her to his side, resting her head in the crook of his shoulder.  As their legs intertwined, she felt the steady beat of his heart against her cheek.  

He kissed the top of her forehead as she began to drift asleep.  “I love you so much, Drake Walker,” she smiled sleepily.  

“I love you more,” he whispered as he pulled her closer to his warm body and wrapped the blanket around them.

“Is that everything?” Drake asked as he folded up the blanket and put it in the back of her jeep next to his bag.

“Yes, that is all I brought out here.” Riley replied as she climbed into the passenger seat.  Since Drake had decided to stay in New York City with her, she decided to let Drake drive them back to her apartment so that he could begin learning his way around the different areas of the city.

As they drove back down the highway towards home, she smiled as the breeze whipped through her hair.  She looked over at Drake, admiring his profile as he drove and thought to herself how lucky she was that this man loved her.  Out of all the women in the world, he chose her…and she was never going to let him go.  He had made love to her over and over again last night on the beach and she had woke up to him smiling down at her, watching her as she slept.  She smiled as she touched her lips, still tingling from his good morning kisses.  Suddenly, she was no longer worried about her future because she knew it would include him…and she couldn’t wait for Jessica to meet her Drake.

As they arrived at her apartment, she could hear Jessica’s animated voice laughing and talking through the door.  It was only 10:00 am and she assumed that she must have had someone stay the night.  She was a little surprised because Jessica had not mentioned a boyfriend since Riley had returned from Cordonia, but she knew they still had a lot to catch up on.

She smiled as she unlocked the door with her key, ready to introduce her best friend to the love of her life.  However, she was completely unprepared for what she would find inside.  As she and Drake came through the door, she froze as Drake dropped his bag on the floor.

In the chair sitting across from Jessica on the couch was a familiar head of blonde hair she would never forget. Unable to speak, her mouth hung open as he turned to face her.  Drake spoke first.

“Liam?  What are you doing here?”

 To be continued…