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Leave Her Alone (Draco x Reader)

Originally posted by the-goblet-of-slytherin

Request:   Hi could u write a Draco x reader where the reader is shy and keeps to herself. Draco always watches her and makes sure no one bother her.  - Anon

H/H: Hogwarts house

L/N: Last Name


You were a shy but smart H/H.  You kept to yourself, and only spoke when spoken to, but only by a professor or someone close to you.  People liked to tease you, sure.  But it lessened when a certain Slytherin named Draco Malfoy stepped in.

Whenever someone stopped you in a corridor, knocked over the stack of books you were holding, or shouted at you intentionally, Draco seemed to always be there.  He would yell at them, and if they said anything back he would whip out his wand and point it at their throats.  Once they left, he would pick up your books for you and ask you if you were alright.

You would quickly nod and then continue walking, head down.  You didn’t know why Draco was so nice to you, but he had saved you from embarrassment multiple times.  Each day you told yourself you were going to thank him, but at the end of each day you said to yourself: Tomorrow.

One day as you were walking outside to the Quidditch Pitch to attend a Gryffindor vs. Hufflepuff game, you were stopped by a girl in your house who had a reputation of being a jerk to other girls who weren’t at her so-called “standard.”

“L/N!” she called, two of her friends walking up behind her.  You looked up hesitantly.  “What’s going on between you and that Malfoy boy?  It’s obvious you’ve taken a liking to him.  You know, the way you blush the color of a tomato when he’s around.  Well, I’ve got news for you.  He doesn’t love you.  Never has, never wi–”

“What’s going on here, ladies?” a voice said from behind you.  You turned around, and there was Draco.  He walked up behind you and placed a hand on your shoulder.

“Oh–uh–we were just telling Y/N here how lovely her outfit is,” the girl replied, fear evident in her voice.  She faked a smile.

Draco raised an eyebrow.  “Really?  Because I heard you telling Y/N that I don’t love her.”

The girl’s eyes widened, and her friends took a few steps back.  “Well, I, uh–you see–”

“I’ve heard enough.  Now be on your way.  And if I ever see you speaking like that to Y/N again there will be consequences.”

All three girls nodded scaredly and rushed away.

“Are you okay?” Draco asked.

You nodded.  Draco was used to this being your only response, and he began to walk away, but you grabbed his wrist.  “Why are you so nice to me?” you asked.

He looked at you a bit surprised.   “Nobody deserves to be treated that way.  I’ve been there, and it doesn’t feel good.  Plus, I like you.  You’re different.  A good different.”

You blushed.  “Th-thanks… for everything you’ve ever helped me with.”

He smiled.  “Anytime.”

“Well–uh–I suppose I should get to the game now…,” you said quietly.

Draco held out a hand to you.  “How would you like to be my date?”

You smiled and blushed even more.  “I’d love to.”

At the Quidditch game, Draco had you by his side the entire time, and even gave you his scarf to wear because you forgot yours.  It was January after all, so everyone was bundled up in warm coats and scarves, and the couples were snuggled close.  You talked to Draco more than anyone you’d ever had at Hogwarts.  You enjoyed each other’s company, and once the game was over, he invited you to go to Hogsmeade with him over the weekend.  You gladly accepted, and went back to your dorm room happy as ever.


Part 2?  Idk.  Please let me know what you thought of it and what I could do better next time!

That of Which Cannot Be Undone

Written for @2momsmakearight The X Files Revisited challenge.  

This is set during Season 7.

The green leather pinched beneath her as she lowered herself on to the couch carefully.  The living room was unusually bright for a room that had seen and housed so much darkness in the past.  Gone were the shadows that lay dormant in the corners, waiting like a cancer to spread, bleeding its deathly toxicity into the innocent and unexpecting.  She looked to her right, to see that even the fish tank seemed to shine a bit brighter.

Her eyes dipped to her lap as he crossed from the doorway to the far end of the couch, perching himself against the armrest.  She couldn’t bear to look at him, to see the look of confusion she was sure he still wore. It was late into the night, and the thought that he might not be alone didn’t cross her mind until she’d already tapped three times on his door.  Hearing one set of shuffled footsteps sent relief flooding through her, only to be replaced with instant regret upon his clear disappointment in seeing that it was her across the threshold.  

He’d stared at her for a moment, before stepping back and wordlessly gesturing for her to come in.  

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“Move” - One Shot

This is my ultimate fantasy. I have a lot of fantasies about ocean related things with Harry, or anyone - but this, by far,  is my ultimate fantasy. Enjoy ;)

Rating: M (Smut, Daddy) 

­­­­The evening was hot and muggy, the hair that you had spent hours on earlier today when Harry announced that he wanted to go on a date that evening starting to stick to your now sweaty neck, regret filling your mind about how long it took, and how it will probably go up in some sort of hair tie pretty soon. Trying to find relief you tilted your head backwards and let the strands dangle to the middle of your back, swaying your head back and forth gently to let any type of air in the thick humidity hit the back of your neck. Your eyes slid closed for a minute when air hit your neck, shivers running up your spine. For a minute you thought it was pure luck, like the heavens were listening, but a split-second later you realized you knew where this stream of air was coming from. Your eyes opened halfway and you looked to your right, to the source of the air, and they landed on a set of perfect raspberry red lips, wet from the drink he was sipping on in a shape of an O.

           “You don’t happen to have a hair tie, do you?” you groaned and bit your lip, glancing at the top of his head that was still adoring his Dunkirk hair, the shaved bits were now growing back into his beautiful curls. They were not long enough for him to pile any sort of tiny bun on his head, but you still had hope. For a month or two after he chopped it off for charity and it was buzzed for the movie, there was still a hair tie lingering in his pocket or on his wrist out of pure instinct and familiarity. It took him another two months to figure out that he wouldn’t need one, finally ditching them. You thought that maybe if he was growing it back, the hair ties would come back.

           He glanced at his wrist, brows pulled together as his arm twisted around and he pouted out, shoving his hand in one pocket, then the other one. He looked at you with sorrow in his face, grabbing at your locks and wrapping them in a circle between his index and thumb finger. Leaning in he blew another stream of air on your neck, the pressure of the wind getting closer until you felt his lips on your skin.

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haikyuu characters as celebrities
  • oikawa: *typing frantically* oh,, oh my god,,, how on earth did this happen,,,, oh my,,,,,,, *tear falls* they discovered i run my own fan page
  • hinata: HELLO I AM HINATA AND YOU ARE A FAN AND I LOVE YOU
  • kageyama: (at a sold out concert) why are you here i'm not a celebrity go home
  • kuroo: (dancing to single ladies with oikawa; fans crying)
  • kenma: i started as a background part why do i have tabloids
  • noya: i don't hide from the paparazzi. the paparazzi hides from me.
TalesFromRetail: "Why does your site hate me?"

Hey guys, Here’s another great story from Uncle Pierogi’s Retail Story Time. Yeehaw!

This happened just now. Customer called in regarding her tax exempt ID no longer working on her orders. I currently don’t work too much with that department, but know enough to kind of plod my way through and make the booboo all better, so to speak.

For the purposes of this, I will be Me and the customer will be Lady Notax. Here we go!

Me: “Thank you for calling *****, My name is PierogiTuxedo, How may I help you?”

LNT: “Hello! Why does your site hate me?”

Me: “(Pause) I’m sorry?”

LNT: “Yea, every order i’ve placed for a long time had tax exemption on it, but now, none of them do! Your site hates me! Please fix it!!”

Now, I’d like you to read this as the most screechy, perky voice you can think of. Don’t hurt yourself, mind you, but imagine for a moment with me. That’s what I’m enduring in this call.

Me: “Okay, let me take a look and see what’s making it not work.”

I look through the website, all the while, hearing the woman repeat over and over again:

“It used to work and now it doesn’t, Its attached to my account…WHY DOES YOUR WEBSITE HATE ME?!”

Finally, we got it working. All she needed to do was enter it in manually. She did so, and exclaimed:

“YOU FIXED IT YOU FIXED IT OHHH I LOVE YOU!”

-CLICK-

I guess I made her day!

By: pierogituxedo

anonymous asked:

Is asking the gif requests (the kisses, snuggling, and relationships summed up) for Ravus asking for too much? ^^;

TOO MUCH IS NEVER ENOUGHHH. I’m sorry I’m tired. But here you go my dearest anon <3 

Tagging my Ravus ladies: @stephicness and @itshaejinju

Relationship Summed Up (Ravus)


First Kiss (Ravus)


Snuggling (Ravus)

Tom’s mobile beeped. It was a sign that a new video was uploaded by (Y/N). He was on a break while the crew was preparing the set for his upcoming scene. He took his mobile and looked at the video. There she was, the funny cute colleague. She was in her personal caravan, wearing big glasses on her nose and saying: “Being classy makes me gassy, haha, yes." 

The man started to laugh out loud, not holding it back. Robert was the nearest person to him and he had to know why was he laughing that much. "Hey man, what’s with you?” When Tom showed him the video, he understood. “You two are having this war for over two weeks." 

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Older Ch 1

“Honestly I think he should’ve just said yes.” Emerson says while painting her toe nails black on her white bed.

Quickly I turn away from the book shelf I was looking at moments before to glare at her.

For the past 15 minutes we had been talking about this guy in our grade named Kyle. Kyle had been dating this girl named Sarah whose a year below us (Junior) for probably 5 years. Well just last Friday, the two of them were supposed to go to the movies but last minute Sarah canceled without a reason. Kyle got suspicious so he went over to her house. Long story short he walked in on Sarah and some random dude from another school making out. Today during lunch Sarah got in front of everyone and begged for his forgiveness. He of course said no and she ran out crying.

Emerson, my best friend, thinks since they have been dating for so long that something like this was bound to happen, so he should just get over it and take her back.

I of course disagree. Ever since we first met in the 1st grade, we always seem to disagree. And yet we still agree on a lot of things. For example, we like the same music and books.

“Lets just drop it.” I say plopping down on her bed and pause before continuing.

“Hows you and Landon.” I say picking at my nails.

Landon is Emerson’s I guess you could say boyfriend. Shes the type of girl that always has to have a boyfriend. I remember her first relationship was in the 3rd grade. I use the word “relationship” very loosely, well because it was third grade. But ever since then, she’ll date a guy for a couple weeks then drop him. Her longest relationship was 3 weeks I believe. Landon and Emerson have been dating for about 2 weeks so he has a week left before he’s dumped on the curb and shes onto the next.

Immediately she puts the polish down and turns to me with a wide grin.

“I know I’ve said this a million times but I think he might be the one!” she says clapping her hands together.

I get up from my back and sit criss cross in front of her.

“Hm lets see, you said Bryan was the one then Henry, Joe, Cole, Gabe, and now Landon, I don’t believe you know what the “one” feels like.” I say giving her a playful smile.

“Hey! I do too and it’s real this time!” She says laughing while giving my shoulder a shove.

“Plus you’ve never even had a boyfriend so you have no room to talk.” Emerson continues.

“It doesn’t matter that I’ve never had a boyfriend, you know someones the one when you get butterfly’s when your around them, or they could be talking about how they need to do the laundry and you look at them like they just created the sun, and you just feel it.”

Emerson laughs.

“Alora, you have read one to many romance novels and watched one too many chick flicks! Butterfly’s aren’t real!” She says throwing her head back and laughing even louder.

I take a pillow out from behind me and throw it at her head. It hits her but only causes her to laugh more. Soon I start to laugh and then we both can’t stop.

After a few more minutes of dying of laughter we calm down.

“You know I’m right, now its 2:00 in the morning, I’ve got work in the morning lets go to bed.” I say wiping the tears from my eyes.

“Ok, daddy.” Emerson says with a wink.

I just roll my eyes and get ready for bed.

Last year we were in math class and our teacher was named Mr. Reynolds. He was probably in his late 20s and was so hot. For fun Emerson and I would call him daddy between classes and when he wasn’t around. Well one day I wasn’t paying any attention and Mr. Reynolds called on me but I thought for some reason it was Emerson and said “Yes, daddy?” I was so embarrassed and Emerson hasn’t let me live it down since.

“Goodnight.” Emerson says turning off the the bedside lamp.

I mumble a goodnight and close my eyes.

Tomorrow is Saturday so that means I work from 10:30-2:30 at “Mikes Records”. It’s been my favorite record store since I was little so as soon as I turned 16, I applied for the job. I’m 17 now so I haven’t been working there for a long time but it’s felt like forever. On weekdays since I don’t do any extra curricular activities I just head to work and work until 5:30.

*Next Morning*

“Girls wake up! I made pancakes!” Emerson’s mom Karen says sticking her head in the door before turning around to head back to the kitchen.

Karen was the type of mom that deserved to be on a reality TV show or at least be on TV. She always was dressed up and had a full face of makeup on 24/7. I’ve only seen her without makeup maybe a handful of times. Food was always on the table and not just Eggo’s and Sunny D. Every morning shed make eggs, pancakes, bacon, etc and freshly squeezed orange juice. She seemed like a great mom but she was with a new guy every night. Also she had a nasty habit of gossiping about everyone and everything with her snobby rich friends.

A good idea of who she acts like is Regina Georges mom from Mean Girls. She’s more of a friend than a mom.

I rolled out of bed stretching my arms above my head and let out a loud yawn.

“Alora shut up I’m sleeping.” Emerson mumbles still half asleep.

“Emerson get your fat butt up we gotta grab coffee before work.” I say grabbing my phone to text my mom that I’m up getting ready.

Every time I go to Emerson’s house and stay over night, my mom makes me check in all the time. She’s very protective. Well over protective. I guess you could say I’m a goody goody. Every year I have straight A’s, never get in trouble by any one, never been to a party, anything. I haven’t even kissed a boy yet or been on a date.

I grab my clothes and get dressed. I decided to wear a big Led Zeppelin shirt with light blue skinny jeans and white shoes.

Quickly I pull my hair up into a pony tail and grab my makeup bag and head to the bathroom. Well it’s not really a makeup bag because it only consists of 5 things. Eye lash curler, mascara, concealer, bronzer, and a brush.

I finish getting ready as Emerson is just getting up.

After 20 minutes of waiting around she’s finally ready so we head to leave. There’s literally a feast on the table so I feel bad not eating anything so I grab a piece of bacon and we head to Emerson’s car.

I have a car but I’m only allowed to drive it to school and work. But since I stayed the night at Emerson’s, my mom wont let me drive it.

The car ride to the coffee shop was pretty quiet due to Emerson being “dead” until 9 and it was 8:10. Her words not mine.

Finally we pulled up around 8:25.

Coffee shops were always my favorite places.I could spend hours in one and never get bored. Starbucks was okay but I preferred little coffee shops that weren’t well known and felt like you were walking into some indie music video. The building was all brick and had a huge window with 3 tables in front of it. When you walk in you smell coffee beans and hear soft music.

Emerson and I head to our usual table by the big window.

She reaches into her bag and pulls out her laptop. More than likely to work on all the homework that she never does during the week. I set my stuff down and go grab our coffees that were already made by the owner Mrs. Claire.

Since we had been coming here ever since we were young we became best friends with the owner who’s a sweet old lady probably in her 70s.

“Here you go Missy.” Mrs. Claire said smiling handing over the 2 cups.

“Thank you, how are you this morning?” I ask.

We chat for a few more moments before I head back to our table and start reading my book “The Book Thief” I’ve only just started but so far so good.

Soon it turned into 10.

“Hey girl I’m gonna go ahead and leave. Landon wants to meet at that donut shop then go shopping. I’ll be back to pick you up when you’re shift ends.” Emerson says packing up.

We said our goodbyes and I moved to the table directly in front of the big window. I sat on the side of the table directly beside the front door with the cover of my book facing the window.

There was only a hand full of people besides me in the coffee shop today. An older couple who are both reading the newspaper, some girl that seemed the be in college with papers all over the table, and Mrs. Claire.

Deep into my book I faintly hear the door chime indicating someone came in. I just ignored it and kept reading my book.

Suddenly I hear the chair in front of me screech causing me to jump.

“M’sorry love didn’t mean to startle yeh.” Says a tall man dressed in black jeans, boots, and a white t-shirt. His brown hair was pulled into a bun and black sun glasses were hooked on his t-shirt. To be completely honest he smelled quiet nice.He had tattoos all over his arms. Plus he had a accent, maybe Australian? No no it was British. He was British.

“No your good, sorry I was just reading and not paying attention.” I say blushing.

Damn cute boys. Why do I always have to be so nervous around them?

“Yeah I saw you from outside readin’ that book, It’s a great book isn’t it?” The handsome stranger said while leaning forward on his elbows pointing to my book.

“Well I’m not that far in yet, but so far I really like it. I’m guessing you’ve read it before?” I ask but mentally slap myself in the face. Of course he has read it Alora, he just said It’s a great book, why would he say a book he’s never read was a great book? Idiot.

He chuckles the most beautiful chuckle I’ve ever heard before he speaks.

“I’ve actually read it a couple times over the years. I’m Harry by the way.” He says sticking his hand out to shake.

Quickly I take his hand and shake it. Immediately I feel tingles. I guess he felt them too because we both let go super fast and awkwardly laugh.

“I’m Alora.” I say with a light smile.

“What a beautiful name, what brings you here?” Harry asks looking at me intently. Crap was there something on my face? Just calm down Alora.

“Usually every Saturday my friend Emerson and I come have coffee before I work next door.” I say trying to stay calm under his gaze.

Should I be giving all this info to a complete stranger? No probably not, he could be a murderer for all I know. But he’s so hot. Ugh I’m not thinking straight.

“Mikes Records? I love that place, when I moved here from Holmes Chapel a few years back, he was the first person I met. Haven’t been to see him in a bit, now I have a reason to come.” He says with a smirk.

I’m sure I turned as red as a tomato and looked down at the table with a small smile on my lips.

“Well I’m gonna be late if I don’t go now, but I hope to see you around Alora.” He says standing up smiling at me.

“It was nice to meet you Harry.” I say smiling.

We both say say bye and he goes to get his coffee. Before he leaves he winks at me then leaves.

Deep breaths Alora, deep breaths.

I just talked to the hottest guy of my life. Plus he reads and dresses good! And his smell! The tingles!!

I look at Mrs.Claire who is already looking at me with a big smirk on her face.

Loudly I say “I think I peed myself.” causing people to look at me weird but Mrs. Claire just laughed.

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So I really want to write a book and got the idea randomly. Also this is just fiction so I don’t necessarily support illegal dating. This is about Harry Styles but he isn’t famous in my book.

Don’t forget to like and if you have any helpful suggestions, let me know!! Thanks!

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Middle-earth History Meme: 7/? Elves: Idril 

Called Celebrindal &#145;Silverfoot&#146;; the daughter (and only child) of Turgon and Elenwë; wife of Tuor, mother of Eärendil, with whom she escaped from Gondolin to the Mouths of Sirion; departed thence with Tuor into the West.

Tacky Flowers

Here’s a little something for @clexaweek2017 Enemies to Lovers

“Can you believe she called my flowers tacky?” Clarke paced back and forth across the parlor waiting room. Raven and Octavia were just watching the Clarke bomb explode, hoping it didn’t get too nasty too fast.

“Clarke, she is a botanist. She’s just… passionate,” Octavia said. She knew Lexa personally thanks to Lincoln, and she truly was passionate about her plants. Octavia had seen how dedicated she was, even though it seemed a bit much. Talking to plants? Admitted, it was a little unusual, but it obviously worked for her.

“I don’t care if she’s the best damned botanist in the world. No one calls my art tacky.” Clarke stopped pacing. She had to talk to Lexa. There was no way she was going to let some flower girl  tell her how to draw plants. She couldn’t even draw. How dare she have the nerve to tell an actual artist how to draw a damn flower.

Raven and Octavia watched in horror as Clarke stormed out of the tattoo parlor. Damn Clarke and her ego. It was a bit harsh for Lexa to say her art was tacky, but she hadn’t realized the monster that was Wounded Ego Clarke. Both girls kind of wanted to go watch to see what Lexa had really unleashed, but they knew better than to get in Clarke’s way when she was on a rampage.

They just hoped Lexa would survive long enough to fill them in on the details.


Lexa had been trying to help a customer when Clarke tried to throw her shop door open. She had to bite her tongue to stop herself from laughing at the attempt. Clarke would have been successful, but Lexa had a door closer that slowed the speed of the door, so it looked like she was opening it in slow motion. It was pretty comical.

“I’m sorry, ma’am. What else did you say you would like?” Lexa tried to listen to the customer, but she was a bit distracted by Clarke’s apparent bad attitude. Her brows were furrowed and her hands were clenched at her sides. What had happened to make such a gorgeous lady become so angry?

Thankfully, Lexa had a customer to help so it kept her mind off of the beautifully angry Clarke standing in her shop’s doorway. She went around gathering the flowers that she felt her customer would be satisfied with, considering her situation. Lexa couldn’t begin to count how many people came to her trying to make up for mistakes in relationships. This younger lady was no exception.

“Here you go. I hope everything works out.” Lexa smiled and handed over the flowers. Her customer thanked her before backing out and almost running into Clarke. Luckily she realized she was in the way and moved over just long enough for the customer to leave, but then she flipped the “Welcome” sign to “Closed.”

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed, Clarke, but it’s only 2:30. I’m not closed for the day.” Lexa didn’t have time to enjoy her teasing because Clarke was already at the counter. As cliche as it sounded, her blue eyes held a storm in them. The fact that the storm was directed at her made Lexa as turned on as she was scared.

“We need to talk.” Clarke’s mouth was moving, but Lexa was too distracted. She should’ve been paying attention. Clarke wouldn’t be this angry over nothing, and it was probably something Lexa had done. But dammit, angry Clarke was kind of hot.

“I’m listening.” Lexa could tell that Clarke hadn’t been expecting that kind of answer. Maybe she had expected her to argue already?

“Who do you think you are to call my flowers tacky?” Clarke had never been one to hold back or beat around the bush. Her father had always said to just spit it out so as not to waste anyone’s time. She had thought it was an excellent piece of advice. Especially when she wanted to start arguments.

“A person who got a degree in plants and someone that runs a flower shop. Really, Clarke, I thought you knew that already.” Lexa knew she was just stroking the fire. She also knew that angry women could be very dangerous. But she deserved to have a little fun in her life, right?

“You know nature, not art.”

“Art imitates nature.”

“Art imitates feelings. It’s just a coincidence if those feelings appear in the form of nature.”

“So when you draw flowers you feel inadequate?” Lexa knew immediately that she had said the wrong thing. Clarke’s eyes narrowed while she clenched her jaw. This wasn’t going to be good. Lexa had unleashed the beast.

“How dare you call me inadequate. I’ve dedicated my whole life to my art. Can you say the same about your stupid flowers?”

“I don’t have to take a lifetime to be good at something.”Clarke’s jaw dropped. She went too far.

“Don’t act like you’re better than everyone else. You sell flowers. It doesn’t take a passionate botanist to do that.”

“Maybe it doesn’t, but it definitely takes a special kind of person to tolerate you.”

“Tolerate me? Honey, people enjoy me.” Clarke knew they were getting petty and starting to take cheap shots. She hadn’t expected this to end up so… childish. She had honestly just wanted to confront Lexa about the insult to her ego. This back-and-forth argument didn’t really help, though.

“Oh yeah? Prove it.” Lexa didn’t know what she was expecting. Maybe she was expecting Clarke to pull out pictures or a video. She could have even spurted out a story about how much fun she had had with some of her friends one time. What she hadn’t expected, though, was for Clarke to grab Lexa’s shirt, pull her close, and kiss her. And she definitely hadn’t expected what was happening soon after.


“That was hate sex. Just so you know.” Clarke hadn’t really planned on, well, doing what she did. It was just once. Oh, and it was to prove a point. It’s not like it had meant anything. It’s definitely not like she had enjoyed it. Or so she told herself.

“I’m not so sure. I think you just wanted to act out that scene from “Imagine Me & You.”” Lexa was too smug. She was very happy with what had happened. It had been unexpected, but it was definitely pleasant. Clarke was right. She did enjoy Clarke. Maybe a little too much.

“Oh whatever. You couldn’t live up to Luce no matter how hard you tried.”

“Whatever you say, Griffin.”

Clarke looked at Lexa a little longer. She hadn’t solved her problem. She still hadn’t convinced Lexa that her art was beautiful. It was the whole reason she had gone over there in the first place. The reason she had interrupted both hers and Lexa’s businesses for the day. Well, she guessed she would just need to visit Lexa more often until the ‘situation’ was solved. Yeah, that seemed like a very good plan.

Rematch

Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: You had won in a game against Jungkook, granting you your wish of a picnic date. But knowing him, all he wanted was a rematch. 

Word Count: 2363

Originally posted by cleolux

You laid on your belly atop your bed, groaning into the sheets. The day was nice, the sun was shining, but what were you doing? You were in bed watching Jungkook play his video games. Yeah, you loved video games too, you even considered yourself a pretty good gamer, but playing games were what the two of you have been doing for the past few days. The same thing, day in and day out. Games, games, games. 

Jungkook sat with his back leaning on the edge of the bed, intensely focusing on the television before him. He was playing some sort of online multiplayer shooter game, “YAH! YAAAH! OOOH, YEAAAH!” You could tell by the way he was screaming that he was definitely winning. This boy had a huge competition complex and never accepted taking second place.

You crawled over behind him and nestle your head in the crook of his neck. He was so into the game, he hadn’t even flinched when your sharp chin made contact with his neck, “Koookie, can we pleeeeease do something else?” He just made some weird grunt sound in response, “Kooooookie!” You wiggle your head playfully to snap him out of his gamer trance.

“Jagi, I’m…kinda….in….the middle….of something…YAH GOT ‘EM!” He was harshly pounding on the buttons in between each word. He really loved winning, this boy. Your eyes lit up when an idea came to mind.

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Bully (Negan x reader )

Originally posted by kendaspntwd

Bully (Negan x reader) (part 1 of 3 )

Summary: you are a wife who is bullying another wife, but Negan founds out and punishes you in the best way possible.

Warning: cursing.mild violence, smut will be in the part 3 ;)

You are one of Negan’s favorite wives, he seems to always do extra for you because let’s face it, you give him great head when he wanted it and you have great pussy to match,so for that you would always be treated like a queen, He would give almost  everything you desired and rarely would say no to you

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