he looks incredible in a tux

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Woohoo~ *throws candies on the air* It's halloween party time, m'lady!! May I request SLBP Lords in Halloween party hosted by Keiji scene! :3 p.s: i'm sure ladies would be curious how they gonna dress up based on their personality! ʕง•ᴥ•ʔง


We all know that Keiji is going to throw a complete rager of a party. Free flowing liquor, lots of food, and wild dancing.
We also know that ALL the lords are going to show up, whether they want to or not. In costume and on constant guard. You never know when Keiji is going to swoop in for a kiss. 😉 

Well, he wouldn’t be called the Devil King if he didn’t come dressed as one, right? Our scarlet devil comes with a snazzy sharp and incredibly expensive tux and a black and red cape. Honestly, it’s a compromise, Nobu didn’t want to dress up but did it begrudgingly for MC. He didn’t want to “Look like a fool in front of men like the Tiger of Kai.” So he’s dressed to the 9’s and ready to party.
His MC comes as a demure angel (because yes they are the couple that chose to be the devil/angel combo). Just revealing enough, she looks striking in a clinging white silk dress and wings. He’s sure to be taking that halo of her’s off halfway through the night in one of the many empty rooms wherever Keiji decided to host his party.  

He puts a lot of thought into his costume, he really does. Whatever he chooses he’s going to put the most effort into. This year he picks a more traditional costume. Vampire, a classic. Also, oddly enough (and totally not planned) he manages to come dressed closely enough to Nobunaga, that everyone wonders…did they match on purpose?
Mitsuhide’s MC dresses like a cat, also a classic, complete with ears and a swishy tail. She spends the night teaching him all the dances to the music they are listening too. He doesn’t drink so she can. They retire from the party early, because he can’t get enough of how good she looks in that cat outfit and wouldn’t you know she has a perfectly shaped hickey the next day…Guess he really took his costume to heart, huh? 


What he really wanted to wear was one of those couples’ costumes, like the plug and plug-in. He was firmly denied. So he ends up going to the costume party dressed as a werewolf to his MC’s little red riding hood. Is it cheesy? Yes. Does he love it? Sure. If it means he gets to prowl the entire party and wander behind people and scare them. He’s about it.
His MC is less appreciative of his efforts. But she looks killer in her outfit, so she doesn’t mind as much. Hideyoshi of the 1000 lovers does get an earful for flirting too hard with Toshiie’s MC, some things never change.
Oh, and he did not manage to avoid Keiji’s kisses. He got a lot of Keiji kisses that night, tongue and all.

Everyone knows poor Toshiie is being forced to go as a puppy. With a collar, ears, and everything. Hideyoshi all but dressed him himself when he found out that Toshiie hadn’t gotten a costume yet. So expect lots of pouting, he doesn’t want to be at Keiji’s party anyways, but in his own words, he couldn’t leave his MC alone there with guys like that. Once the party kicks off and he starts drinking, he gets happier and manages to lose his shirt. Not that his MC minds the show (or any of the other people there, really, we all know Toshiie is gorgeous).
His MC plays along and also dresses up as a puppy, to lessen the sting. Hideyoshi was more than willing to buy her a more ‘dominating’ outfit so she could ‘show the puppy who his owner was’ but was respectfully and firmly denied. She ends up having to cart his drunk ass home after the party. But he rewards her later for it…and he keeps the collar on. 

This tsundere does NOT want to go to any stupid, foolish, insipid party. That is…he doesn’t want to go until Hideyoshi invites him. Once that happens, he’s going. He’s going for Hideyoshi, don’t mistake his reasoning for anything else. Nevermind that maybe his MC wanted to go, and maybe she convinced Hideyoshi to put in a good word. Mitsunari leaves the costume decisions to his MC, so they end up going as Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth Bennet.
For most of the party Mitsunari sticks with Hideyoshi, that is until his MC starts chatting with Ieyasu about their shared classes. The moment that happens he has her on the dancefloor, safely away from that ‘golden-haired bastard’. Waltzing to the music doesn’t make sense, but it works.
Oh and he’s the one that gets too drunk because of Hideyoshi so his MC spends the rest of the night, once they are home, rubbing his back and comforting him as he vomits.

Ieyasu goes purely because Nobunaga is going. He doesn’t fight it. Doesn’t make a scene. But he wears that unsettling smile of his the entire time. He also doesn’t “dress up” really. He styles himself more like Phantom of the Opera or Interview with the Vampire while wearing a masquerade mask. He drinks in moderation and listens to what ~everyone~ has to say. He can’t stop himself from his snide comments though and almost manages to get into fights with Mitsunari and Yukimura, although both come to naught.
His MC wears a slinky black dress and a mask too (just to match, Ieyasu, jeez) and spends the rest of the night dodging references from 50 shades of grey. Jokes that have Ieyasu pouting and flustered by the end of the night. She’s willing to handle a bit of fussing from him because she knows where it leads, especially when he’s been eyeing her like that all night.
Maybe some of those Christian Grey rumors weren’t wrong. 

Talk about being PUMPED for this party. Yukimura is so excited to dress up with his MC and have a good time with all his friends. He dresses up in the soccer uniform of his favorite team and even brings a soccer ball to the party. He and Inuchiyo DO have a drinking match at some point in the evening, for sure.
His MC dresses as a nurse, and no not a suggestive nurse. She spends most of the night actually administering first aid at this party. All the people getting drunk and falling keep her busy. Not to mention that her poor boyfriend can’t seem to keep himself from running into things when he gets wasted.
That isn’t to say she doesn’t own a sexy nurse costume, she just saves it for after the party, where she can use it on Yukimura.

Saizo goes because Yukimura wants to go and Saizo’s MC wants to go. So, He guesses he is going. He dresses as a stylized version of himself. So imagine the professor vibe up to 11, complete with glasses. He’s pretty much drop dead gorgeous. He spends most of the party keeping his girlfriend out of the clutches of Keiji and making sure Yukimura and co. stay out of trouble. He is the one to ensure that the people who work for the tiger of kai make it home safe that night. Although no one realizes it. His is a thankless job.
His MC dresses like a school girl, plaid skirt, blazer, thigh highs and everything. Mostly to taunt her boyfriend. Keiji thinks she looks precious and is pretty glued to her most the night. When he starts drinking she starts passing him off to unsuspecting people to avoid getting kissed. Although she does give him a peck on the cheek for his efforts, much to Saizo’s chagrin.
But then again, he does get to punish her for bad behavior, doesn’t he?


He and MC go as pirates! Mostly because it’s a costume where his eyepatch doesn’t stick out so much, so it makes him feel more comfortable. They take the time to handmake their costumes together, because its something they can use to spend time with one another, and his MC is great at sewing.
There IS a costume contest and they are the winners, granted their prizes are just Keiji kisses, but still. Masamune drinks and gets a little tipsy, and it is revealed that he is a lot more touchy when drunk, so he spends the rest of the night basically glued to his girlfriend, not that she minds.
Shigezane takes lots of embarrassing pictures of the two of them to show them when they sober up. 

“We should dress up as Bontenmaru, MC”

Kojuro really does want to dress up as bontenmaru the turtle. But his MC and Shigezane hardcore veto that.  So he ends up going as Tuxedo Mask from Sailor Moon. Complete with a cape…and a rose…and random declarations. Finally, his MC gets to decide if her teen crush on Tuxedo mask lives up to her man. Her man dressed as Tuxedo mask takes the cake.
Kojuro’s MC dresses up as Sailor Moon, duh.  She basically has to. They come in 2nd place to Masamune and his MC for costumes in the contest. Although Kojuro and his MC end up taking the most pictures, especially posing and quoting the show.
A bunch of the girls at the party end up taking a sailor senshi style photo with Kojuro’s MC in the middle. It’s a magical night.

Kenshin is too pretty for normal costumes. He goes in traditional clothing, heavily embroidered, and he might be wearing makeup? No one is sure if his ethereal beauty is natural or not. His MC is the group photographer, so she wears normal clothes and just takes pictures.
Not that she minds, she prefers it this way. She takes so many stylized shots she considers making them into a book at the end of the night.

Shingen 110% shows up to this party in a tiger pint loincloth and cat ears and that is it. He spends the night mostly with Yukimura and Kenshin and ignoring little Nobunaga and his death glare. They can settle their political arguments outside of social time after all.
His lady goes as a lion tamer, although he’s no lion, the idea doesn’t go unnoticed. She’s got a whip and everything. He doesn’t mind. He certainly doesn’t mind later on.


He’s had his costume planned since last year. He goes as a referee, he even has a whistle. He uses this to spend the entire night jumping into random situations at the party, blowing the whistle and shouting “PARTY FOUL.”  He even gives people red cards, where is he carrying all those red cards? He also takes part in the Yukimura/Inuchiyo drinking contest. He has a blast. He is the only person to willingly kiss Keiji apart from Kenshin.
His MC goes as princess bubblegum from Adventure time. She wanted to do a Disney princess, but couldn’t pick one. Either way, the princess starts a game of captain dickhead and gets most of the other MCs drunk, because she’s so good at holding her liquor. At the end of the night, he gives her a piggyback ride home because he’s a gentleman

Hotaru has to go because big-brother Saizo is going and so is Kenshin. Obviously. So he and his MC dress up that day after finding out. He goes as a forest spirit. Lots of leaves. The look suites his innocent face. His wide eyes shining under his flower crown.
His MC goes as a deer. Her makeup sealing the deal, and she even wears a headband with little antlers. They end up fast friends with Masamune and his MC and end up sort of separating from the wildness of the party to form a smaller, quieter party. At the end of the night, he and his MC go stargazing.

Oichi, Umeko, and Kiku:
What, you thought they wouldn’t come? They totally come. Luckily for Kojuro’s MC, they come dressed as other Sailor Senshi! Because those girls are the best. Oichi is Sailor Mars, Umeko is Sailor Venus and Kiku is Mercury. <3

Now, where is Keiji in all this? Wandering the crowd, drinking, and kissing everyone of course! He comes to his party dressed as Cupid so he can give “shots” of love (actual alcoholic shots, and shots that are just kisses!) It’s a great party and everyone remembers it for one reason or another.
It’s a great party, the end.

Tagging: @lady-of-oshu and @han-pan  and anyone else who wants to read this? :3 

Picture Perfect - Part 3 (Final)

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,719

Summary: The reader tries to convince Dean to be her fake fiance, so she can impress her boss and get a promotion.

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“What the hell?” You mumble to yourself as you sit up in bed.

How did you get in here?

The last thing you remember is drunkenly eating omelets with Dean and then watching TV on the couch.

You lazily stand up and stretch before walking into the living room.

Hmmm. Dean isn’t here.

You remember that Sam was supposed to pick him up last night. That must be what happened.

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The Oscars

Summary: The night of the night takes a rather unexpected turn. (Words : around 2350)

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x reader

Warnings: F L U F F !!!!!

A/n: probably everything about this is not so overwhelmingly awesome but I just wanna rase awareness of the fact that the speech the reader gives is something I’m really sorry for ! 😅😅😅

Requested: by @sebatianstanisbae

The academy awards were always a really big deal.
Everyone dresses up nice, looks nice, feeld nice. It was by far one of the most popular and greatest event when it came to award shows.
So of course your answer was not long considered when your boyfriend asked you if you would go to the Oscars with him.

Both of you had a part in it this year anyway, Sebastian as nominated and you as a presenter.
So when the day came you were all excited and totally impatient, however you saw Sebastian being all nervous all day long but you didn’t think much of it, assuming he was just freaking out about the fact that he was nominated as best actor in a leading role.

You didn’t question him about it, you didn’t confront him about it you were just there for him.

So the morning was mostly spend cuddling and stealing kisses from one another.
Both of you didn’t leave the bed since you woke up, Sebastian only left once to get some breakfast for both of you but came back quickly.

There was a movie playing on TV but neither of you paid attention to it as you were preoccupied with each other.
You looked into Sebastian’s eyes deeply with a smile playing on your lips, and he glanced right back at you looking worried and overwhelmed.

Your hands were on each other without a pause, whether it was him caressing your cheek or pushing your hair out of your face, or you running your hand through his hair or drawing patterns on his arm, you would always be in touch. Still you weren’t able to get the frown off his face, no matter what you did.

You couldn’t see him like this anymore and so you decided to offer him to talk about it.
Your hand went up to cup his jaw and he leaned into your touch, closing his eyes.

“What is it ,seb?” You asked softly, your gaze never once leaving his furrowed brows, which only frowned deeper at your question.
“You’ve been nervous and worried all day long, are you okay?” You questioned and he leaned his head back to the other side so he was now in the position he was in before, opening his eyes and looking at you with deep adoration and love.

“I am just nervous I think” he frowned, looking at you deeply.

“Its gonna be fine” you told him, capturing his lips in a soft , tender kiss.

Sebastian wished he could stay like this forever, just being with you ,seeing you, feeling you, hearing you. He wished he could take this moment and live in it forever.
Because here, with you, he felt at ease even if there was something bothering him, he would always feel comfortable and safe around you and it was just the exact same the other way around. This sort of comfort was one that made it seem like you have been knowing each other for years but instead it was just the love you felt for each other that made everything so much better. And every single day both of you would be surprised that this wasn’t only a dream, because it felt so surreal even if it was reality.

He never wanted to let you go again but you pulled away from him eventually, getting lost in his eyes as always.
Seeing the ocean in them, the stars, the sky, everything.
He eyes were all you wanted to see, at once, they shone so bright every time yours met his.
It was the thing you loved about him the most, that you could look at him and get lost for days.

You managed to come out of your haze and stroked his cheek and jaw “we gotta get ready” you told him in absence, your eyes still looking into his and you gave him a last small peck on the lips before turning around and leaving the bed.

Sebastian stared after you, watching you leave the room and once he was sure you were far away enough, he got the box from his night stand.

He opened the little velvet box to reveal a beautiful silver ring with a diamond placed onto it.
It was the ring your mother told him to buy, it was one of his favorites too, yet he was very insecure when he stood in the shop, but your mother , who was with him to help and support him, just like his mother, telling him to buy it finally convinced him.

He was worried about it all day long, he wanted to propose to you today.

He started doubting when he woke up, scenarios came to his mind, images of how you said no , one worse than the other. He thought of stuff he did making you want to turn him down, he counted the cons of himself and that didn’t really made him feel good but he couldn’t stop himself.

But this moment right now, this moment he shared with you gave him New strength, new confidence.

He’d propose, no matter what ,that was sure all the time ,but you somehow made it clear to him that there wouldn’t be a no.

You took all his fear away and he was so amazed at how good you made him feel by just being there for him.
He smiled down at the ring in contention and thoughts about how good it would look like on your finger.
He loved that imagination, somehow, he just loved it.

He closed the box again, put it into his sweats and stood up from the bed going to get ready for one of the most important nights in his life.
He smiled at himself as he thought about it, this was going to be the best night of his life.

At least until he’d marry you.

Both of you stood in the living room, being all ready and cleaned, your stylists left about twenty minutes ago and you looked amazing.

Sebastian wore an all black tux and his short hair was nicely styled to the back.
You thought he looked incredibly handsome.

You had a long, black, mermaid kinda dress which hugged your curves perfectly but loosened up from your thighs on and flew down to the ground nicely.

You said you wanted to match Sebastian’s outfit, even if it was a little cheesy, but they gave you an all black dress anyway.

Your hair and make up however made up for the plainness of the dress. You looked great, without being arrogant.

Your eye make up was intense, it was very dramatic with the black catwing eyeliner and the voluminous mascara, your eye shadow however was in golden tones, making your eyes sparkle and shine even brighter.

You loved all of your make up, from the lips to the eye-shadow but your hair was incredibly awesome too.
It was in loose waves, falling over your shoulders in voluminous manner and some were loosely pinned up. The Jewelry was a nice TouchUp to the amazing rest.

Your first glance to the mirror was supported by a gasp, you didn’t recognize yourself as you slowly looked over the person in the reflection.
You looked amazing and if you’d have to you couldn’t find one single thing that you liked the most because everything about it was so amazing that it took your breath away, just as Sebastian’s.

Both of you made your way down and into the almost luxurious black car.
Sitting inside, Sebastian’s hand found yours immediately and you looked at him with a smile playing on your lips.
The drive was spend in silence, only the touch of each other bringing both of you comfort.

Once there, both of you exited the car and walked down to the red carpet,Sebastian’s hand on the small of your back, leading you and protecting you from whatever may be.
You took some photos, gave some interviews, shared hugs with friends and finally made your way into the building, searching your seats.

“Are you okay?” Sebastian asked concerned as both of you sat down. You looked at him with a smile and nodded “are you?” You asked, a frown taking over as you rested your hand on his arm.
He smiled back at you and nodded as well, he then leaned over to you, capturing your lips in a sweet kiss.

The night went out better than you thought it would, and it wasn’t even nearly over. You just loved everything about it, being joyful and cheery the whole time.

Suddenly a woman came over to you telling you it was your turn to present and you smiled at her before looking at Sebastian, laying a hand on his cheek and getting lost in his eyes for a moment before pulling him in for a short kiss.
“See you in a minute.” You told him with a smile and stood up, walking to the stage as the woman took a seat in your place.

You went backstage and another woman checked your make-up and a man, a staff member, gave you an envelope and you suddenly felt the nervousness hitting up as your stomach turned, this was a huge deal, you’d be presenting best actor in a leading role and that was not nothing, but you took a deep breath and decided to push that feeling to the back of your mind.

Someone waved you over, signaling it was time for you to get on stage, you closed your eyes for a second before opening them and walking out on stage with a tight smile.

You immediately searched for Sebastian, knowing it would be easier to talk when you looked at him.
You could talk to him about everything, his calming eyes were all you needed to feel better.
Once you found him on his seat looking at you with a smile, you started talking.

“We are here today to celebrate movies and films.
But what would movies be without their actors?
The actors are the ones who bring the movie to life, who make us feel with the characters, who make us fall in love with them through their movies, whether they are actresses or actors, they are the most important persons”

You began having to smile a little wider at the ridiculousness that your boyfriend was an actor as well and you fell in love with him through a movie

“They make us laugh, cry or even shout at the TV.
Without the great job of the actors, a movie wouldn’t be a movie.” You finished your speech, a little insecure since you didn’t even know if it was good or made no sense at all.
“I’ll present the best actors in a leading role, and the nominees are:” you stopped letting the computer voice introduce all the actors as your eyes stayed on Sebastian’s the whole time until he blushed and looked down with a smile after hearing his own name as a nominee, making you grin at the adorable sight.

As the voice muted you stepped a bit forward again talking in the microphone “and the winner is…”
You started as you opened the envelope, immediately breaking into a big smile as you saw the name

“Someone who deserves 20 Oscars but who am I to judge” you shrugged with a giggle before turning the envelope to the cameras “Sebastian Stan” you cheered looking to him seeing his head shooting up to the mention of his name, seeing you smiling at him and he didn’t know what was happening until it clicked and he shot up from his seat going on stage to you, pulling you in for a kiss which was probably to calm his nerves but you didn’t care as his hand found yours before he pulled away receiving his academy award looking at it in disbelief.

He turned to the microphone and started talking
“Wow…” he started with his eyes fixed on the Oscar in his hands but then turning to the audience wide eyed “I never thought this would happen, that’s crazy” he said receiving a few laughs and giggles “ but I really really wanna thank my family and friends for supporting me in every situation, I wanna thank my fans for everything and of course I wanna thank y/n y/l/n.” He said looking back at you and signalling you to stand next to him as he took your hand in his and looked into your eyes.

“you are here for me whenever I need you, you support me in every way possible and you help me in everything” he started and your eyes started to get watery already “you are the love of my life and I want to thank you for everything you’ve done, without you I wouldn’t be here.” He told you adoration sparkling in his eyes before he gave you a nervous smile and handed his award to the woman standing behind him and took your other hand in his now as well.

“y/n I love you so much and I want to love you for the rest of my life, I want us to grow old and I want us to be together forever.” He told you a spark in his eyes and you already had tears streaming down your face, you smiled at him a nervous laugh escaping your lips every now and then to hide your excitement.

But then he went down on one knee looking up into your eyes as your hand flew to your mouth in disbelief
“Y/n will you do me the honor, of marrying me ?” He finally asked and you zoned out now, happy tears streaming down your face as you chocked on a ‘yes’ but you knew he understood when he broke into a huge grin and got a ring out of his pocket to slide it onto your finger.

The whole room erupted in cheers, whistles and claps but none of you noticed as you were too lost in each other.

You pulled him up to you in a salty yet emotional kiss full of love. Your hands on his cheeks just as your tears which he felt wet on his own skin as his hands rested on your hips rubbing circles into the fabric of your dress with his thumb.

He deepened the kiss and you wished you could stay in this moment forever but you pulled away after a moment or two and looked at him with a tight smile that matched his and both of you had a glow in your eyes showing all the love for each other.

He pecked your lips one last time before taking his Oscar and turned to the microphone, his arm found its way around your shoulders and he held his award up in the air
“Best night of my life” he cheered into the microphone making the whole room clap and cheer again as he lead you backstage, his arm around your shoulders and yours around his waist and when you finally arrived he pulled away and turned capturing your lips in another loving tender kiss, knowing this was just the beginning of a wonderful and great life.


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The Lady in Red (10/10)

Title: The Lady in Red (10/10)
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Fem Reader
Words: 977
Warnings: oh the feels!

Not many debriefings end with hugs, but this one did. Once Fury and Hill left, everyone in the room needed to wrap their arms around Y/N. She had become family to them too and their relief that she was staying was palpable. When everyone else had left, Steve and Y/N remained alone in the conference room. Steve was still processing everything that had just been said. Could he actually have her? This amazing, strong, independent woman, would she actually want to be his?

Y/N stood at the head of the table, waiting for Steve to move from his chair.

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Writing A Musical - Step Four

Pairing: Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader

TW: Alcohol consumption

Tag List: @starrynerd, @thehamiltonpost, @panacebean, @whiskey-eyed-stilinski, @keikoraventeller, @ihamilhatemyself, @lovebug1313, @superwholockbooknerd526, @moldychxrry , @deltablue202, @sonicscrewdriverandtulips, @shastakitkat, @defenestrate-yourself-please, @torrentmgc, @decayingtrash, @lrdisawesome, @21hamsteet

A/N: Guess who thought they posted this and it’s really been sitting in my draft for four days…. oops! Working on a few different things to make that up to you guys!

Originally posted by phantomsandrevolutions

Step Four: Don’t Forget the Music

“Yes, Dad, I understand. Okay, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

As soon as you hung up, Lin was back at the piano, trying to get a melody out before he forgot it. “Rum or Scotch?” He asked.

“Vodka. I need the burn.”

“Well, that’s a bit sadistic, don’tcha think?” He chuckled before directing you to the bottle.

“You haven’t met my father.”

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{Monsta X Scenario/Reaction} to taking solo wedding photos with you

Scene: It’s been a while since you’ve been in a relationship and it feels like all of your friends are married and starting families. They all have their futures planned, all but you. To shake some of the shrinking uneasiness of your single life, you decide to do solo wedding photos. It was all the rage for single women, and it would be nice to be the bride instead of the bridesmaid. The only issue you had was that there was no groom.  It dawns on you that you could ask your bestest friend in the whole world, but your self-conscious spirit was uneasy about him knowing about it.Not only that, you knew he had feelings for you, but with all the trainee work and their upcoming debut, you just weren’t sure if you could handle all that time away, or backlash from fans. Eventually, after much thought, you give in and shoot him a text. Much to your surprise he agrees to the idea, no questions asked. The day is here and you figured, go big or go home; you found this beautiful egg-shell white, mermaid gown for an affordable price, and did a lot of practice on your makeup the night before. You were ready for this. Everything was in place, all you had to do was step out and get on with the shoot. Upon entering the room, you look up and your eyes immediately find his.

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A Peter x Reader as requested by an anon: “Peter Parker x Chubby Reader, who is really insecure and doesn’t believe she deserves to date him and he comforts her? Fluff please!” I hope this is okay! Its 570 words of fluff and cuteness. My requests are open so feel free to send one in! (I would prefer not Peter x Reader tho) Enjoy!


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Originally posted by tomhollandisdaddy

I pulled at the edges of my dress, trying to stretch out the material. I had loved my blue dress in the store, but was it possible that It shrunk when I washed it? It just didn’t feel right. I stared at my reflection and frowned. “I probably shouldn’t even go to the dance.” I said, taking a seat on my bed. I slipped off my heels and rested my head in my hands.

I heard a knock at my door and got up to open it. Peter was standing in a black tux with a blue tie that matched my dress. He smiled as he looked me up and down. “You look incredible babe!” he said, eyes crinkled from his grin. I tried for a smile but fell short, a grimace creasing my lips instead. “What’s wrong (y/n)?” Peter asked, setting my corsage on my bed so he could hold my hands. His thumbs rubbed the back of my hands soothingly. “I don’t think I’m going to go to the dance.” I said glancing at Peter before looking back at my carpet. “What? Why? You were so excited last week!” He said tilting his head so he could see more of my face.

“I know Its just. Maybe you should go without me.” I said sniffing. Peter blinked hard. “Why would I do that?” he asked. “You deserve someone better than me Peter.” I said shaking my head slowly and pulling my hands from his. His brow crinkled, as his mouth dropped open. “(Y/n), love. You’re the best. I can’t do any better than you” he said looking at me with wide eyes.

I sniffed and sat down on my bed, swallowing a lump in my throat. “You’re spiderman. Every girl in the city wants you.” I said looking up at him. “Every girl in the world wants you.” I finished, a tear escaping my eye. Peter knelt down in front of me. “I don’t want any other girl. I want you (Y/n).” he said softly, cupping my face and looking into my eyes. I laid my hand his wrist as he swiped his thumb across my cheek, brushing my tears away. “You are the most intelligent, loving, and wonderful person on this planet.” He said, his brown eyes looking into mine. I cracked a smile and tilted my head into his palm. “Not to mention, insanely beautiful. I mean have you seen yourself in this dress?” he said a grin growing in his lips as he looked at my outfit.

A genuine smile rose to my lips as Peter stood, retracting his hands, instead holding them out for me to grab. I accepted and let him pull me to my feet. He wove his arms around my hips, prompting me to wrap my arms around his neck. I tangled my fingers in the baby hairs that he had missed when doing his hair and pulled him closer. Our lips met, dancing together for a moment. He pulled away as a car horn honked. “That’s May. We should probably go.” he said, cheeks pink. “Okay.” I said slipping on my shoes. Peter grabbed the corsage from my bed, before he his hand in mine before he led me out the door and down the stairs where May was waiting for us in her car.

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Southern Girl - Ch. 8 {Roman Reigns x OFC}

Originally posted by stellarollins

Author’s Note: So, this chapter was really hard for me to write and feel like I got right. I really hope I did their first Valentine’s Day justice. Without further ado, here’s Joe and Ivy’s first Valentine’s Day in Vegas. I hope you like it. Oh, and I’m trying something a little different with the pictures, so let me know if you like it or not. Leave me comments pleeeeeease. 

Warnings: Definitely smut. Daddy kink. There’s a striptease. ;)

Word Count: 4,302

Chapter 7

Chapter 8: Whispers In The Dark

Originally posted by saadmoniusrex

It had been a very long time since Valentine’s Day brought about any feeling other than disappointment or utter disregard. But, the last four months had changed the way he felt about the sappy holiday. There was finally someone in his life who made him feel cared for everyday, and as much as Joe tried to make sure Ivy felt cherished, he knew this day was special. His girlfriend was a romantic at heart and he loved that about her. Joe took one last look around his suite at the Cosmopolitan Hotel. He’d chosen the penthouse suite especially for his first Valentine’s Day with his girlfriend and wanted to make sure that everything was perfect. A lot of planning had gone into this moment and he wanted her to know just how much she meant to him. He’d sent a town car to pick her up from the airport while he got everything ready. Before she arrived at the hotel, the driver was to take her to a local dress store he’d found and she was to choose one of three dresses he’d purchased for her to wear to dinner. The driver was in constant communication with Joe as he got closer and closer to the hotel. He took one last look at himself in the mirror, adjusting his tie. He’d cleaned up his beard a bit and wore his hair knotted at the base of his skull. His cell phone chimed with a text letting him know that the car was downstairs. After spritzing on a little cologne, he grabbed the roses he’d gotten for her and headed down.

Ivy was giddy with excitement as she sat in the dim backseat of the town car. She’d only been in town for a little over an hour and hadn’t even seen her boyfriend yet, but it was already the best Valentine’s Day ever. Joe had picked out three absolutely gorgeous dresses for her to choose from for dinner, complete with shoes to go with each dress. He was spoiling the hell out of her. The car slowed to a stop and the driver opened the door for her.

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We Never Should Have Let Them Dance

Anonymous asked: Meg, can I get a Supernatural one-shot? The reader and Dean/Sam have to go undercover to get a cursed object, but they have to be able to ballroom dance convincingly? The boys don’t really know how and thy keep stepping on her feet while they practice. Then, Cain sees what/’s happening and offers to show the boys how to do it properly? Lots of fluff between Cain and her.

Here you are, lovely! I do not own Cain or the Winchesters. They belong to the creators of Supernatural.

Warnings: Fluff, one swear

Pairings: Cain x fem!reader, Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester

Originally posted by caa-s

“Ow!” Cain looked up from his book at your exclamation of pain. That was the fourth time you’d cried out that way that afternoon. Cain’s brows furrowed as his bright blue eyes scanned the room. You and the Winchesters had cleared a space in the bunker’s library. Amusement crossed Cain’s features when he realized what was happening.

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Out of the Frying Pan (39/40)

“You think that’d be ok?” Emma asked, voice low and nervous. She couldn’t imagine how he’d actually heard her. Of course he had.

He beamed at her, eyes bright and this wasn’t fair. He wasn’t playing fair – between the tux and the baby holding and that stupid, supportive smile that might have been three quarters of the reason she’d fallen in love with him in the first place, Emma was a lost cause.

“I do,” Killian said, thumb trailing across her collarbone. Emma’s hands landed on the front of his jacket, tugging him towards her and they should get better at this whole responding thing because it seemed, more often than not, they ended up kissing instead.

AN: Guys. Guys. Guuuuuys. This is the last week of updates and I am a mess of emotions and feelings and general thankful’ness for how consistently fantastic you are. @laurnorder & @distant-rose continue to be the greatest humans - EVEN IN HURRICANES. Tell them they are fantastic, internet. 

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Only Us (Will Roland X Reader)

WC: 2094

Warnings: Excessive use of the word ‘sang’, fluff

Summary: It’s MisCast night, and Will and Y/N have decided to tackle a romantic ballad from their show

A/N: I love Will Roland a lot so here we go

“Y/N! You made it!” Laura called from across the hall as I approached her. I smiled at her and wrapped my arms around her once we had caught up with each other.

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” I said and Laura chuckled at my words.

“Well, you’re actually the last member of the cast here. It’s just you, me and Will.” Laura said and I felt my cheeks heat up a little. Zoe knew about my rather intense crush on my co-star, and she just loved teasing me.

“Awesome. It feels kinda weird to be singing one of your songs tonight.” I said and Laura laughed, throwing an arm around my shoulder.

“It’s all good Y/N. It is MisCast after all. I bet you’re excited about performing with Will.” Laura said and I groaned, burying my head in my hands.

“You’re the worst Dreyfuss.” I said, my words slightly muffled.

“Right back at you Y/L/N. Now, let’s get to our table.” Laura said, taking my arm as we walked over to the table. I nervously smoothed out the emerald fabric of my dress.

“Look who’s here!” Laura announced and Will looked up, his glasses slightly crooked.

“Y/N! Hey!” Will said enthusiastically, standing up from the table. I moved over to him and pulled him into a hug, trying desperately to ignore the fact that his body fit almost perfectly on mine.

“You look incredible.” Will said, scanning me up and down, smiling as he did. I blushed a little and waved a hand in his direction.

“The tux suits you, Roland. It’s nice to see you dressed up. You look good.” I said and Will pushed his glasses up his nose, a pink colour dusting his cheeks.

“Thanks. You ready for our performance, Zoe?” Will said as I took a seat next to him at the table.

“As ready as I’ll ever be, Evan.” I said, shooting him a wink. Will chuckled, running a hand through his dark hair.

“Hey guys! Sorry for disappearing, I just went to get us some drinks.” Laura said and the both of us turned to face her.

“Awesome.” I said, and Laura handed out the drinks.

“A beer for Will, I don’t know what brand or type it is and nor do I care, and a champagne for Y/N.” Laura said and I gratefully accepted the glass.

“Didn’t know you were a champagne drinker Y/N.” Will said and I shrugged my shoulders.

“I only am when I have to perform. I don’t want to be smashed onstage.” I said and Will let out a loud laugh.

“I understand that completely.” Will said, crinkles appearing around the edges of his bright blue eyes.

Suddenly the first singer was introduced, and I let out a sharp laugh at the sight of Carmen Cusack decked out in a cape and crown, complete with a sceptre. A very familiar piano intro started playing and my smile widened.

“I love this song.” I whispered to Will, who nodded.

“I think everyone loves King George, or in this case, Queen George.” He said and I chuckled, taking a quick sip of my champagne.

I bobbed my head, singing under my breath as Carmen performed. My stomach was starting to hurt at the end of the number, and I clapped loudly when she finished.

“What a way to start the night.” Will mused before taking a swig of his beer. “I couldn’t agree more.” I replied, relaxing in my chair.

“Hey, when are you guys up again?” Laura asked and I looked at Will, my eyebrows furrowed.

“Um, I think we’re after Brian D'Arcy James.” Will said and I nodded, glad one of us remembered.

“Well, you should probably head up onstage. Mandy’s up next, then Brian, then you guys.” Laura said and I nodded, downing my champagne.

“Damn.” Laura muttered and I smiled at her before standing up.

“M'lady.” Will said, holding his arm out for me.

“You’re too kind, sir.” I said and Will snickered as I looped my arm in his.

“Nice Hamilton reference.” He said as we made our way onstage, taking our seats towards the side of the stage.

“Hey you guys!” Brandon Victor Dixon said as we sat down.

“Hey Brandon.” I said, smiling brightly at him.

“So, what song are you guys singing? I assume you’re performing together.” Brandon said and I nodded, looking over at Will.

“We’re doing Only Us.” Will said and Brandon arched an eyebrow.

“I know people normally do songs from musicals they’re not in, but we do have a reason behind this, I swear.” I said and Brandon chuckled, nodding his head.

“Awesome. I saw the show on Tuesday, and let me just say that you were incredible in it.” He said and I blushed a little, tucking a lock of hair behind my ear.

“Thanks Brandon. I would say you were amazing in Hamilton, which you most likely are, but I still can’t get tickets.” I said and Brandon let out a loud laugh.

“Maybe I can hook you up with some.” He said, winking at me as he spoke.

“I’d love that.” I said, and suddenly Will let out a cough.

“Sorry. Just, Mandy’s starting.” Will said and I nodded cautiously, noticing a change in his expression. Mandy brought out the cast and Will and I looked at each other, disbelief in our features.

“Will, Y/N? Can you guys sign my cast?” Mandy said and Will and I jumped up and walked over towards Mandy.

“And can you maybe get me a ticket?” She said and we both chuckled. I signed the cast, adding a little smiley face after my name, and passed the sharpie to Will.

“This is so cool!” I whispered, and Will smiled widely at me.

“I know!” He responded with the same level of enthusiasm. We sat back down and suddenly the piano started playing, and when Mandy started singing Waving Through A Window, Will and I looked at each other, smiling and giggling like children.

Will threw an arm around my shoulder and my eyes widened slightly, but I eased into his embrace. Will and I clapped exceptionally loudly when Mandy finished, and Will even whistled. I giggled and Will shot me a half smile.

Brian got up and sung brilliantly, and suddenly the realisation hit me that it was our turn to sing. Will took my arm once more and lead me up to the front of the stage.

“Hey guys. So, the song we’re singing is actually from the musical Will and I made our Broadway debut in, which is uncommon, but hear us out.” I said, and the audience members chuckled.

“We’ve switched the characters up a little bit, so for about four minutes we are no longer Jared and Alana. Instead, we’re Zoe and Evan.” Will said, before gesturing to the band. They started playing and I took in a deep breath, clutching the microphone for dear life.

“I don’t need you to sell me on reasons to want you. I don’t need you to search for the proof that I should.” I sang, looking over at Will. I took his hand, and felt the electricity run through my arm.

“You don’t have to convince me. You don’t have to be scared you’re not enough, cause what we’ve got going, is good.” I sang, laughing a little towards the end.

Will looked up at me with wide eyes, and I smiled bashfully at him. I didn’t have to act like I was in love with Will, because I actually was.

“I don’t need more reminders of all that’s been broken. I don’t need you to fix what I’d rather forget. Clear the slate and start over. Try to quiet the noises in your head. We can’t compete with all that.” I sang, placing my free hand on the side of Will’s face. His face was warm under my hand, and a smile crept onto my face.

“So what if it’s us? What if it’s us and only us. And what came before won’t count anymore or matter. Can we try that? What if it’s you? And what if it’s me? And what if that’s all that we need it to be?” I sang, my hand falling off Will’s face but still tingling slightly.

“And the rest of the world falls away. What do you say?” I sang and Will took in a deep breath, beginning his part.

“I never thought there’d be someone like you who would want me.” Will sang and I let out a shaky sigh, taking his hand and squeezing it.

“Well.” I said, laughing shakily as I did. Will shot me a small smile and continued singing.

“So I’d give you ten thousand reasons to not let me go. But if you really see me, if you like me for me and nothing else. That’s all that I’ve wanted for longer than you could possibly know.” He sang and I felt my cheeks heat up, stepping closer to him.

“So it can be us, it can be us and only us. And what came before won’t count anymore or matter. We can try that.” Will sang, and I readied myself to sing my harmony. “It’s not so impossible.” We sang together, and the sound was beautiful.

“Nobody else but the two of us here.” Will sang, squeezing my hand as he did.

“Cause you’re saying it’s possible.” We sang and I looked into Will’s blue eyes, almost missing my cue.

“We can just watch the whole world disappear. Till you’re the only one I still know how to see.” I sang, Will joining in on the second line. Will took his hand out of mine and slipped it around my waist, pulling me closer to him.

“It’s just you and me.” Will sang and for a moment it felt that way, as if there was nobody else in the room.

“It’ll be us, it’ll be us and only us. And what came before won’t count anymore.” I sang, feeling my cheeks darkening from the close proximity.

“We can try that. You and me, that’s all that we need it to be. And the rest of the world falls away, and the rest of the world falls away.” We belted, our voices harmonising together perfectly.

The music quietened slightly, our breathing heavy.

“The world falls away. The world falls away. And it’s only us.” We sang softly yet powerfully, the applause starting before the band had stopped playing.

I looked up at Will and noticed an unrecognisable expression on his face. I went to say something after I’d put my microphone back, but suddenly Will captured my lips in a kiss, the clapping from the audience turning to whoops and cheers.

I kissed back eagerly, running a hand through his hair. Will pulled me flush against his chest, his arms wrapped tightly around my waist. I pulled away from the kiss, my cheeks burning.

“Uh, um, woah.” I stammered, my voice a slightly higher pitch than usual. Will let go of my waist and I missed the feeling as soon as it disappeared.

“Y/N, I’m sorry, it’s just.” Will said, scratching the back of his neck.

“You definitely don’t have to be sorry Will. You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that.” I said and Will smiled bashfully, his eyes sparkling behind his glasses.

“I’m just glad these feelings were reciprocated. It would’ve been incredibly awkward if you hadn’t, you know, felt the same way.” Will said, chuckling nervously. I took his hand as we sat down on our seats, squeezing it reassuringly.

“You wanna grab some dinner tomorrow night?” Will said and I nodded, turning my head and pressing a kiss to his lips.

My stomach tingled with butterflies, and Will cupped his hand on my cheek. He pulled away, a dopey smile on his face. “I’d love that.” I replied, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

“Great! How about we grab something before tomorrow night’s show?” Will asked, the smile on his face widening.

“Perfect.” I said, resting my head on his shoulder. Will took his hand out of mine and proceeded to wrap his arm around my shoulders.

“Hey. You reckon we should fill in for Laura and Ben if they’re ever away?” I whispered as Jordan Fisher started singing.

Will let out a laugh and pressed a kiss to my forehead. “We’ll see what we can do.”

Just My Luck (Part 1)

Prompt: Imagine accidentally walking into the men’s bathroom and seeing this fine specimen (James McAvoy)

Word Count: 1465

Warnings: Language

Notes: Collab fic with my girl @cocosierra94!!! Internal thoughts are in Italics


Ugh. You so did not want to be here. Making appointments, calling people, scheduling things, running errands. All of that was easy. Wearing an expensive dress, high heels, makeup, and a formal updo? No so much.

But Rachel had insisted you come, and since she was your best friend and boss, you had to accompany her tonight at an opening party for some big movie coming out. You were terrible with movies. You watched them, sure, but most of the time, you forgot who played in them and what it was about. Which, sometimes, was good when you worked with celebrities, you didn’t get starstruck as often because you didn’t recognize who they were or what they were from.

You were nursing your second glass of champagne when Rachel bounced up to you.

“I want you to come meet someone,” she said with high energy. There was a reason she was the one in the spotlight and you were just her assistant - your stage presence was lacking.

“Y/n, I’d like you to meet Chris Hemsworth.” She gestured to this god like giant.

“Uh yea, hi.. nice to meet you,” you mutter, fumbling over your words trying not to gawk at how tall this man was.

“haha! Yes, I know I’m tall,” he boasted with a big of a deep laugh, his Australian accent coming out.

Damn he noticed...” you thought to yourself, almost angrily. Why couldn’t you just be normal? Not awkward, not weird.

“Yeah, sorry, I don’t mean to stare it’s just I’m not use to people being that much taller than me.” You tried to bring yourself back from this disastrous start, but of course you excel at getting your foot so far down your throat you kick yourself in the bladder.

“If you’ll excuse me I have to go to the ladies room.” You slink away hoping to shake that awkward moment off.

Hopefully that’s as bad as it gets tonight, there’s no way it could get any worse than that!”

The room was dark,and with dozens of bodies, and swirling lights, and loud music, you finally found the bathroom, but it was a hard feat. You opened the door, hearing a flush, still looking at your feet until you finally looked up, in the too-bright bathroom, and saw a man.

A man!

“Shit, I’m in the men’s bathroom!” you thought, panic gripping its way around your body, as a sweat broke out over you.

“Holy shi–” you started. “I mean. Uh…I’m so sorry. I, uh, I must have the wrong bathroom,” you told the incredibly handsome man in a dashing tux, but you seemed frozen in place.

He laughed as he turned to wash his hands and watch you in the mirror. “Quite the observant one, aren’t we?” His accent threw you for a loop. He was Scottish? You didn’t expect that from him, for some reason.

But you just stood there, frozen, gaping mouth as he reached for paper towels. Why couldn’t you move? What was the matter?

“Or you’re welcome to stay, and continue to stalk the men’s bathroom” he offered with a laugh that made your knees weak and a smile that could bring Aphrodite to her knees.

“No, no! I’m sorry, I’m going!” you said, finally able to move. You pivoted and raced out of the bathroom immediately.

“Well that was quick,” Rachel quipped when she noticed how flushed you looked. “Y/N, hon are you okay?!”

“Not in the slightest!” you admitted , fanning yourself hoping that it would extinguish the heating anxiety in your body.

“Spit it out, girl, what happened?!?” She looked at you with concerned eyes searching for the smallest hint of an answer.

I walked into the men’s bathroom..” You confessed hanging your head in defeat.

“REALLY, Y/N! THAT’S IT?! I was worried some creep tried to make a move on you or something!” She playfully smacked you on the shoulder.

“There was a creep, alright, but it wasn’t them,” you told her sheepishly.

“Huh?” she inquired.

“Well, there was a guy in there! A really hot Scottish guy who probably thinks I’m a creeper or something now.” You felt like drowning your humiliation in the champagne waterfall.


The next day, you woke up groggy, probably due to consuming about six champagnes. But you were happy to put last night’s embarrassment in the past. You showed up to work a little late, and that’s when Rachel asked you to get her interview questions printed out, water chilled, and asked you to go out for coffee for her and her interviewee.

“Sure, what does he want?” you asked. You knew his name was James, from coordinating with his agent over two weeks ago, but you had forgotten his last name.

“Just bring it back black with sugar and cream on the side,” she told you as she went to fluff her full, brunette hair with lowlights. She looked great in tight jeans, white shirt, blue thin scarf, and a black leather jacket.

“Aye, aye, cap’n,” you said as you saluted and ran out the door.

You ran to the coffee shop that was a block away, impatiently waited for four coffees for you, Rachel, the celeb, and their agent. You grabbed the coffees, extra sugar and cream and stirrers, and hurried back to the office. You jogged into the interview room where cameras, lights, a giant movie banner, chairs, and a snacks table were set up.

“I’m sorry it took so long, Ra–”

Then you saw him. The same Scottish man you accidentally peeped on in the bathroom last night. You almost dropped the coffees. You could even feel your grip slipping as the blood left your face, until you finally snapped back to reality.

Rachel had turned to you by now, grinning widely.

“Oh, Y/N, perfect, I want you to meet our star for the day,” she said with that overly bubbly attitude of hers. “This is James McAvoy,” she introduced as his eyes came up to yours. He was standing off camera, getting makeup put on.

“So much for putting last night behind me,” you thought with chagrin.

“Well if it isn’t my favorite peeping tom!” he said with that oh so familiar knee buckling chuckle.

“Kill me now,” you prayed internally, wishing you could just melt into the floor, or vanish into thin air.

Rachel looked at him, a little lost. Not even a second later it clicked, “Wait! This is the hot Scottish guy from the bathroom?!” Her eyes grew wide, amusement flooded her voice. You knew she would NEVER let you live this one down.

“Oh, so you talked about me? Not enough you had to spy on me in the bathroom, you told your boss?” He quirked an eyebrow up at you and you just prayed a freak accident would happen. Lightening? Spontaneous combustion? Meteor shower? Anything?!


“Why didn’t you tell me you ran into James?” Rachel asked. “I should’ve known you were talking about him when you said ‘hot’ and ‘Scottish’,” she teased.

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath.

“Uh…Rachel, you’re coffee will get cold,” you tried. You wanted to escape this hell and that’s all you could come up with - cold coffee. You didn’t care though, you just wanted this to end.

“Haha yea she was worried you were gonna think she was some sort of creeper!” She completely ignored your weak attempt to put this moment behind you. “But that’s enough torture for now, down to business!” Rachel was more of a big sister than your best friend, she knew when to end your suffering just as well as she knew how to prolong it.

As the interview slowly etched by, you couldn’t help squirming under the circumstances. What are the odds that this man, the same man you embarrassed yourself in front of, would end up being the center of your tasks today? You pulled yourself out of your thoughts just long enough to notice him quickly glance your way giving you a small smirk and an almost unnoticeable wink.

You rolled your eyes.

“This is gonna be a looooong day,” you thought to yourself.

How could you even do your job now that you knew he was your sole priority? Your main job was to make sure Rachel and her guest were comfortable. Now you had to ask him if he wanted water, coffee, tea, soda, snacks, towel, fan…And you can’t just be impolite and ask something vague like, “Do you need anything?” No, you had to make sure he was over the moon happy with the service or he could rip his interview and cost your company a lot of money. Sometimes it was rough working for an entertainment magazine….

The music producer.

Request:  Can you do a Harrison Osterfield one where the reader is a music producer. she’s co staring with tom and her and haz hit it off and it took them forever to get together and it somehow has rings involved? Please. ~ @theonlyonelives
(Took a little creative liberty but I think I did alright??)


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Between two Worlds

Part 3 to my Feysand fic and considering there was no feysand in the last one I hope you like this one and it starts of plot driven but then it gets into Feysand I promise. 

Note that this is my first time ever writing smut so comments and feedback are appreciated. Thank you!!

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“Elain, you don’t understand what Nesta has done,” I exclaimed at my older sister. I had been unsuccessfully trying to get in contact with her for days and she had finally contacted me back.

Damage Control. That is what I was doing, trying to rectify the problem that was Nesta. Trying to fix the fact that she may have ruined my life.

“Feyre. Listen to me!” my sister yelled at me over the phone. “I am not an idiot. I know what Nesta was doing and I know why she was doing it. But I’m my own person Feyre. I know exactly what I want and why I want it. I’m just like you and Nesta in that regard.”

I knew Elain could be strong if she wanted to be but in the last couple of years, she had never had an inclination to take the spotlight from me or Nesta in what we were doing. There was nothing wrong with that but I had always thought if Nesta didn’t become queen than Elain would finally, become who we knew she was.

“I know, I know that you are strong. And you have the ability to do anything but, this is not on me. I never wanted this. I have planned my life out and this was never a factor Elain. Please, you have to understand where I’m coming from because I like where I am now and I don’t want you to renounce your title just yet. Please, just talk to me before you do anything. And don’t listen to Nesta!” I was almost in tears but I couldn’t help myself. If Nesta had achieved her goal then I was to be shipped off to England, living a life that had never, once appealed to me.

“Feyre. Everything is going to be fine. I’m going to get married and our mother is going to live a long healthy life as the Queen of England. Nothing is going to change now. And even if it did, let me tell you something Feyre.”

Her voice was growing more and more as she spoke.

“I am no longer going to live the sedentary lifestyle that I have always taken part of. I refuse to sit back and watch everyone around me change the world. I refuse to let my sisters over shine who I am because we are equals. As soon as you and Nesta left, I learned what it was to help the people around me. To no longer want or need the staff that has coddled me for my entire life. I don’t feel the need to stay in your shadows because I feel that I can make a difference on my own. We traveled the world Feyre and yet I felt as though I’ve never left England. I’m going to change that. I want to see how the world is doing not from my television but by touching and smelling and feeling and interacting with the world I have stayed so far away from.” Her voice held more power like she had finally realized that one day, she could become queen and she was finally taking the steps to embrace the title with open arms.

“I am not renouncing my title like Nesta did. Mother has accepted Lucien and he passed all her trials so I will not be leaving my position out of love because I am tired of being selfish.” I knew she had just insulted Nesta, and me but I was glad Elain was finally developing a backbone.

“Wow…. I never knew you felt this way. I’m sorry, Elain if I had known…” I whispered because the gallery I was in suddenly went very quiet as the guest of honor was about to make his speech. I wasn’t sure what I would have done if I had known that Elain felt this way.

“Look, don’t worry Feyre. About anything. I’m your older sister and I want to do right by you so cast the thought of returning to this dreary country from your mind and focus on school and all the passions that life in America is giving you.” She said and I knew that over these last couple of months, something had changed. She was no longer speaking like a princess, instead, she was speaking like a queen.

“I have to go, I’m at a gallery and the artist is about to speak but I will talk to you later and please talk to Nesta and ask her to back off my case,” I replied to my sister as I said goodbye and hung up.

I had waited for this night for months. Before Rhys had told me he loved me he had bought me tickets to the opening of Giovanna Olmo’s new gallery. I had briefly spoken to Elain and I wanted our conversation to continue but I knew that I couldn’t miss her speech.

I was looking around for Rhys as the artist walked onto the stage and I was getting slightly worried he wouldn’t be able to listen to this wonderful creator speak about the subject I held so close to my heart. I finally spotted Rhys approaching me from the left side of the room holding two champagne flutes.

I smiled at him as he approached and again I was shocked at how well he dressed up. When I first met him, only occasionally did he wear dress shirts, it was usually black t-shirts and pants but now. In a black and blue tux, he looked very, very sexy.

He handed me the glass and I took it gratefully as I smiled at him. Giovanna Olmo started talking and so I didn’t miss anything she said, I quickly kissed Rhys on the cheek and looked towards the front of the gallery.

This was absolute bliss. Every word, syllable, letter was carefully chosen to suit the medium of work she was explaining. It was incredibly inspirational listening to her speech but once she stopped speaking, I was glad for the time to stroll through the artwork, admiring not only the painting but the man standing by my side.

“You look absolutely delicious today Feyre darling,” he whispered in my ear making me blush as I turned to him and gave him a wink. I reached out and fixed his bow tie as I said. “You don’t look too bad yourself darling.”

He leaned down and kissed my bare shoulder as I tilted my neck allowing him more access. I knew we couldn’t be seen like this. If anyone here knew who I was, that would definitely be a public relations nightmare. As I thought this I pushed Rhys away and took his hand guiding him to the bar that was to the far left of the room.

“Are you enjoying yourself?” he asked and I couldn’t believe it. That he didn’t know how much this night had meant to me.

“You have no idea,” I replied as I finished off my drink. “I spoke to Elain and she said that I didn’t have to worry. That she wanted it and that Nesta didn’t change her mind.” It was a relief to know that the next few weeks or months or maybe even years, my time with Rhys was not going to be interrupted.

Rhys beamed at me as I said this he leaned down to give me a brief kiss on my forehead as he said, “So what does this mean.’

I smirked at him for being so innocent. What did this mean? It meant everything. It meant that Rhys and I were young, together and there was nothing stopping us from doing whatever we wanted.

I softly took his chin in my hand and spoke firmly, “It means, Rhysand darling, that we have all the time to do whatever we want, wherever we want. This is good for us. Really good. I d-don’t think that we really have anything to worry about when it comes to my family.” I was so sure that Elain would stick to what she said. That Rhys and I were home free. After all these months. Months and months of banter and flirting and many many signs, we were finally together and it felt as euphoric as I thought it would.

Rhys leaned it again and this time I met him with my lips as we kissed. My hands went to cup his face and thread in his hair as I pulled him closer. Even wearing heels, he was still taller than me but in moments like these, I didn’t mind one bit. His hands were on my hips slowing moving lower tracing the outline of my dress causing goosebumps to rise on my skin.  

He broke the kiss which startled me but then he asked. “Do you want to know what I want?” All the noise and lights drained away as I looked into his startling eyes.

“What?” I replied lost in my own bliss to pay attention to anything but his voice.  

His hand ran along the zipper of my dress and I shivered as his hands went lower and lower. He bent down so his lips were almost touching my ears. His breath warming my frozen body.

“I want this off,” as he traced the outline of my body. He tugged at my hair which I had done up meticulously with bobby pins. “I want this down.” His breath was thawing my body as I felt the heat travel to my core.

He pressed my body into the bench so his body was flush against mine. I was gripping the bench for support because I knew if he stepped away I would collapse. What was this man doing to me? I was in so deep.

“I want you screaming my name so that this whole gallery knows who the true queen is.” Funny this. As soon as my conversation with Nesta that Rhys had unfortunately witnessed, he had started referring to me as a queen instead of a princess. I had insisted he stop but unfortunately, he continued, to my regret.

Casting this thought from my mind I grabbed Rhys hands and placed them on his chest and said. “Let’s go.”

I knew Feyre wanted the same things as me at the gallery and I’m glad she dragged me away as I thought I may have just taken her there against the bar not caring who saw. She truly did look ravishing in that dress but I honestly did prefer what was under it.

She unlocked the door to her house and removed her heels and her coat as I did the same. She turned to look at me with a huge smile on her beautiful mouth and I couldn’t have stopped myself if I had wanted to. I took the two steps toward her and cupped her face in my hands and kissed her.

It obliterated me. Every time she came near me. Every time she touched me or looked at me I felt as though my heart would beat right out of my chest. And every damn time I kissed her, it was like I had never done anything before. Like I was discovering air or water, or any essential thing that I needed to live.

Cause that is what she was to me. She was essential to me if I wanted to live.

She slid her fingers into my hair and I groaned against her as she was tugging my head back. She looked at me with her swollen lips and took my hand to guide me up to her bedroom.

Once we were there, Feyre locked the bedroom door and walked towards me and brought my head down to hers. This was different. Almost as if Feyre knew exactly how I felt. That I was just as essential to her as she was to me. I reached for the zipper on the back of the dress and dragged it down. I finally was able to pull at her dress until it slipped up and what I saw shocked me to my core.

Black and blue lace. Everywhere. I instantly hardened as I thought about those legs wrapped around my body. She was wearing a garter belt and I couldn’t believe my eyes. I didn’t know where to start. Where to worship first because I knew that tonight, this beautiful selfless queen in front of me would be worshiped.

She started to take off my shirt, being careful of the buttons as she removed it. She then was about to get on her knees when I grabbed her forearm and pushed her lightly onto the bed behind her.

“Rhys,” she moaned as I dragged my teeth up from her toes to the bottom of her scandalous outfit.

“I want this off,” I spoke into her skin.

“Then take it off,” she remarked and after a few tries, I finally found the buckles keeping the material into place.

“I am going to take my time with you Feyre dear,” I whispered into her ear as I started to kiss down her body. I took her breast in my mouth swirling my mouth around her nipple savoring the sound of my name on her lips. I continued down her body until I hit the bundle of nerves between her legs and inserted two fingers and I was shocked to find her so wet for me. As I continued to pump my fingers in and out of her, I added my tongue stroking her as she gripped my hair and gasped my name as if I was the only tether left for her.

I could feel her climax approaching as she tensed around my finger and when she finally did, I brought the finger to my mouth and sucked on her glorious juices. Feyre smiled at this and whispered, “Come here.“

Feyre looked flushed but she was hurried to get my pants off. I got off the bed and stared at her savoring the look of pure bliss that was on her beautiful face. I knew what was coming next as I took off my pants and my member sprang out.

“Please, Rhys,” she moaned as I stood there watching her. I finally moved on top of her and nudged my way into her entrance. Once I was in partway, I slammed into her and I could hear her gasp at the intrusion but she was soon begging me to go faster. And I obliged her as I went faster, thrusting into her as fast as I could.

I brought my head down to her breast and sucked until I could feel my own climax approaching. I would hold out for her, though. For this wonderful, breathtakingly intelligent creative woman who had let me into her life without a thought of the consequences of being with me.

She completely undid me as she whispered “I love you,” into my ear and we both climaxed at the same time.

“I love you too,” I said as I placed a kiss on her forehead. I pulled out of her and fell to the side staring into the blue-gray eyes of the woman of my dreams.

“Is that what you wanted?” she asked as I wrapped her in my arms for the night. I chuckled at this. She had the capacity to give me more than anything I could have ever dreamed and she had no idea.

“You gave me more than what I wanted,” I said as I winked at her.

Who’s This Guy, Mom? Pt. 4 (Erik Durm)

a/n: the finale is next week ahh!! catch up with the series here 

“How about this one?”

You stepped out of the closet for what felt like the millionth time for the night. Erik was going to be over to pick you up soon, you didn’t have the time for your best friend to over criticize everything you wore.

“That’s actually pretty amazing.” She quipped, doing a little circle walk around you.

“Are you sure this time?” You rolled your eyes, placing your hands on your hips.

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Photobooth: Fred x Reader

Request: Hey there! I hope you’re not too busy with requests and if not I was wondering if you’d mind writing a Fred weasley oneshot please? Like maybe it’s Y/N and Fred’s wedding(after the war&lupin etc lived pls😭) and it’s all cute abd fairytale like with silly things like photo booths,fairy light&like silly carnival stalls and a really emotional Molly and a really cute George best man speech please cause Y/n is his best friend too?

Warnings: super adorableness


Originally posted by maarch-24th

“(Y/N), are you ready?” Hermione asks, standing behind me. I turn to look at my maid of honor and half smile.

“Hermione, I’m so nervous,” I say.

She giggles, “Well, I’d expect so.” She pulls me to my feet and smooths out my dress, takes my hands in hers, and looks me in the eyes. “You can do this, (Y/N).”

I nod and smile, before hugging her. I grab the bouquet from my vanity, and turn back to her. “Then let’s do this.”

He waits patiently at the end of the aisle next to Remus as the bridesmaids and groomsmen process in. As George comes to stand next to Fred, he whispers in his ear, “Just wait, mate. She looks incredible.” Little Teddy Lupin in a tiny tux brings the rings up to meet his father, followed by four-year-old Victoire, the eldest brother’s daughter, delicately tossing white rose petals along the aisle. He looks to the front row of the congregation and locks eyes with his mother, who has tears streaming down her face, but smiling nonetheless. He winks at her, and she feels the most proud of her son than she ever has. 

Fred’s grin grows even more and he looks up as (Y/N) rounds the corner in the dark, being escorted by her father. She’s framed by the lights behind her, as the fairies in the bushes try to get a better look at her, too.

Incredible was an understatement. (Y/N) looks like beauty itself, perfect from head to toe, in a magnificent white dress, and her (y/h/c) hair perfectly styled. She immediately looks down the aisle of the white tent and catches Fred’s eye, and both feel their breath hitch in their throat as their hearts leap. (Y/N) is so grateful that her father is there supporting her, because she’s shaking so badly, she feels certain she would fall over without him there. As she and her father reach the end of the aisle, he is in tears. He lifts her veil, kisses her on the cheek, and gives his beloved daughter away to the Groom. Fred takes her trembling hand in his, holding it tight and leads her to the front.

“You’re perfect,” he whispers to her.

She blushes and squeezes his hand, trembling a little less now. And then Remus begins, “Dearly beloved, we are gathered her today…”

I hear a clink to my right, drawing my attention away from Fred, as his twin stands up from the chair next to me.

“Alright, you lot! Time for my speech!” George says smiling broadly, and Fred releases my fingers, moving his to my back as I turn to look up at George. I move my hand to his knee, and rub my thumb gently back and forth on it, and he lightly traces his fingertips along my back, knowing fully well that it’s my favorite thing in the world.

“I remember the first time Fred and I met (Y/N),” George says, and I immediately blush, knowing the story he’s about to tell. “Third year at Hogwarts and Snape gives both of us detention, and we walk in, expecting it to just be the two of us, and here’s this girl in the room, too. We’d seen her around before, but Fred sits in the seat next to her and asks what she’s in for. She’d charmed all of Snape’s ink to write in changing colors of the rainbow, with sparkles and all.” I start laughing as I remember Snape’s face when he wrote my detention slip in the sparkling rainbow ink, instead of his normal black.

“I could tell right away that (Y/N) was a brilliant and charming witch. But that went out the window with the morning owl when she started dating Fred, because, let’s be honest, mate, she’s totally out of your league. And y’know, if she was gonna date one of us, I expected it to be the better looking twin,” he says, gesturing to himself. Fred and I both laugh, as well as the entire congregation. George continues telling stories about the three of us in our days at Hogwarts, filled with Fred-deprecating humor.

“But honestly, when you look at these two, all you can see is the realest of love, and I can’t believe how lucky I am to call (Y/N) my sister,” George says, looking down at me. I squeeze his hand lightly, and he finishes his speech, “To the bride and groom!”

“To the bridge and groom!” the congregation echoes, and I turn back to my husband. He’s looking at me with so much love, I feel my heart melt all over again.

The music starts playing, and he leads me to the dance floor, and he passes me off to my father, whose face is smiling but tear-stained. My father and I share a dance, and he passes me back to Fred. The music picks up a bit and Fred and I dance together, in our normal silly, excellent way.

After we share a few dances, he pulls me away. “My dad found this thing, and you need to see it,” he says, pulling me toward a little red and white striped booth with a black curtain in front of it.

I giggle as he pulls me in beside him, and there’s a large screen in front of us with our faces. He pulls out a basket of props and finds a veil, which he puts on his head, and a mustache-on-a-stick which he gives to me. I’m now laughing uncontrollably as he presses the button to take our pictures.

We exit the photo booth, and a strip of pictures is printed and he hands it to me. He’s making ridiculous faces in the first two as my face is scrunched up in laughter, the mustache-on-a-stick held in front of me. In the third he’s looking at me with such admiration and love that it’s making me blush. And in the final one, it’s a rather gorgeous shot of us as he brought me in for a kiss.

I bite my lip, tears filling my eyes as I look at the wonderful pictures (which for some reason, are not moving) that perfectly some up my love for this man. My eyes wander up to his, and he’s looking at me with the same look as he did in the third picture.

I wrap an arm around his neck and pull him close to me, and hold up the the strip. “We’re keeping this,” I say before bringing him to me for a kiss.