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anonymous asked:

hi!! can i request a daddy kink smut w namjoon and reader? she posts provocative selfies on her instagram while namjoon is on tour,and once he comes back from tour he punishes her for it. blasian reader please ❤❤ thank you!



“Namjoon- “Your shaky voice was cut off by a loud cry once the whip hit your flustered skin again. Your bound wrist twisting behind your back as you looked around in the darkness.

“What’s my name?” Namjoon asked harshly jerking your head back with his fingers threaded in your hair so tight you knew you would have a headache. Not answering him quickly enough you received a slap on the clit by the black riding crop that he had.

“Master! Or sir.” You whimpered out feeling your clit throb from the slight pain.

“And did master tell you that you could talk?” He asked playing the crop between your chest and the chair only to let his finger slide down and pinch your clit not letting it go.

“NO! NO NO I’M SO SORRY!” You cried out trying to move from him.

“Stay still!” Namjoon commanded his voice booming and you flinched pressing yourself against the chair as more tears fell from your eyes and soaked up the blindfold that was on your eyes. “You’ve been such a bad slut. I wasn’t even gone that long and this is how you act. It looks like you won’t be cumming at all tonight.” Namjoon growled pulling his fingers back from your clit only to grab at the crop and strike your clit again. Whimpering softly, you bit on your bottom lip to stifle your cries of protest not wanting to anger the male anymore. “Now. What did you do?” Namjoon asked you once again for what seemed the tenth time or so that night. His middle and ring finger plunging back into your wet pussy. He thrusted them fast and hard against your G-spot curving his fingers and making a come hither motion inside of you that had your bound legs shaking against the chair. Chin resting against the chair you tried to find your words in your muddied mind but all you could think about was how good it felt and this was the worst punishment ever. “You better fucking start talking or this pussy is going to be so sore you won’t be able to sleep any other way but on your back.” Namjoon threatened and you snapped out of it nodding your head.

“I- I posted provocative pictures on Instagram while you were away and that was very naughty.” You whined out squeezing around his fingers. Namjoon jerked your head back biting harshly on your shoulder blade causing a silent cry to fall from your lips.

“Did I tell you to squeeze around my fingers?” He questioned swirling his fingers inside of you and you shook your head as much as you could.

“No sir!” You cried brokenly feeling your body become weaker from his ministrations.

“Then why are you doing it?” He questioned pulling his fingers back, as much as you wanted to react you knew it would only be worse if you did.

“I’m sorry sir! I wasn’t thinking. It won’t happen again.”

“Good slut.” Namjoon let your hair go to slap you across your cheek moving to stand in front of you. His hands reaching forward to pull on your nipple clamps causing your body to make the faintest of trembles that you covered up because you knew he hated when you moved without permission. “Now, once again. Why did you do it?” Namjoon asked in his cold cryptic tone. You hated this side of him the most because despite his harsh treatment you were fucking dripping against the seat and this shouldn’t be happening.

“I didn’t think…” You searched for answers but you didn’t want to say the truth to him or he would punish you more.

You couldn’t believe you were in this position right now. It felt like you had been in this chair for over hours, your pussy felt sore already from minor slaps and touches. He picked you apart and ruined you bit by bit. Why? Because you were a bad girl that’s why. Namjoon had went on his wings tour and you were happy no doubt you were always so proud of the boys’ success but you were needy and you both had barely had time together. But you tried to bear it all for him. It started off innocent of course, one night when you were needy you went to Instagram posting a picture of yourself in a sports bra and shorts with the caption ‘missing daddy’. You were a natural beauty, you had a lot of followers based off your looks alone and then the others came to look at you for the amazing art work you did because you were an inspiring tattoo artist. And a lot of people replied of how they would take care of you and be your daddy or even mommy if you were into those kinds of things. It had made you feel wanted. Craved. And some part of you felt like you were being sneaky because Namjoon didn’t have an account. Or so you thought. You ended up posting more photos, first over the course of weeks and then every few days and every day. Shedding more and more clothing until you were showing a bare thigh or a full mirror photo of you with wet hair and a short towel around your body showing the full curves of your breast and your hips. Sometimes you showed pictures of you in lace panties or see through shirts that showed some of your nipples but not your full breast. And Namjoon, sneaking on his Instagram account that only his members knew he had, he saw everything you did. You didn’t even make your page private and that is how you got caught. No one suspected you and Namjoon to be dating so the comments didn’t piss him off that much because you said you had someone. But it was how you teased him, how you tried to talk down on the male while he was gone. Namjoon had been full of rage on stage. He couldn’t do anything to you and that pissed him off. He just wanted to fuck you in the most sinful ways that should be unspoken.  The fact that he couldn’t put you in your place but his cock throbbed every time he saw your photos it drove him up and down the walls. So, maybe yes, he did lie to you as if he had a flight delay due to weather. Why ruin the surprise? He even went so far as to pay off people who saw him and told them to keep the hush down even his loud mouth friends and managers. Once he got home you were completely oblivious to what was going on. Dancing around in your thigh high polka dot socks and pink tank top that belonged to him. Namjoon had packed a bag and he knew on the ride over there what he would due to you.

Watching you prance around and how your body moved he couldn’t help feel the same anger that slowly wound up in his system from your latest post of you in that outfit shirt lifted up by the inside of your thigh with the captions ‘daddy will be gone for one more night. Who wants princess to entertain them?’. Growling to himself and to your shocked figure that turned around way too late he pinned you down not saying too many words. You could sense his anger rolling off his body so you tried to fight him away but it didn’t work. He wrestled you on your stomach, dragging his bag beside him to place the blindfold on your eyes. Next, he started to undress you though you squirmed and tried to get away from him. He bound your wrist together behind your back. Letting you squirm on the floor he went to get the punishment chair from the corner of the closet pressing it down to the middle of the floor. He picked up your squirming body making you straddle the chair with the back facing you. He pressed your legs on either of the back legs of the chair binding them down as well. That was how your torture started.

The only words you are allowed to speak are sir, and no or yes besides explaining yourself when I ask a question.” Yeah, he was pissed but instead of you listening you were disobeying talking to him and telling him you didn’t know who he thought you were but to let you go and how you didn’t do anything. He didn’t talk back, moving to grab at some toys in the bag. Whipping you and playing with your wet pussy he made sure you got broken back in line. He had placed nipple clamps on your breast, hitting your skin with the riding crop he marked your light skin with bruises.

“Y/N.” Namjoon said your name and that was enough to make you jump out of your jumbled thoughts.

“No?..” You questioned not knowing what he had said and that was a wrong move on your part. Clicking his tongue Namjoon bent down grabbing at one of his favorite ruby red candle. He moved towards the bathroom shutting the door so that he could run the water and strike the match in order to surprise you. Letting the candle melt a bit he stayed in there for some time causing you to become nervous. Your tears were drying up against your skin and your breathing was becoming regular once again. Until the door opened.

Out came Namjoon with slow steps towards your body. He walked behind you trailing his finger down your spine slowly causing you to shudder and groan in pleasure. He grabbed at his belt from his black bag folding it and striking it across your ass cheeks. Yelping out you quickly stifled your cries once again drawing blood as you bit down on your bottom lip. “You know your safe word.” Namjoon reminded you. Though he was punishing you he didn’t want to break you to the point you were terrified of him or in extreme pain. He just wanted you to obey. You shook your head no telling him that you could handle what he gave to you. Namjoon chuckled it was one of the reasons he loved you, because you were able to handle anything he gave you. Licking down towards your ass crack he circled his tongue around your puckering star before he pulled back groaning at your taste. He tilted the candle against the top of your back pouring the wax on your skin. You bit your bruised lip harder to keep down the crying pain of the stinging from the hot wax on your skin. He poured it in a straight line letting it run down your back. And then going back over the lines he started to mark his name with the wax across your shoulder blades. He moved back walking around on your right side, pouring the wax onto your right thigh and then your left thigh. Once you were covered with wax, he blew out the candle sitting it down on the dresser.

He gripped at the whip rolling his neck flicking his wrist to crack the whip against your skin. He broke the hardened wax across your body causing you to become sticky and full of red whelps. He cracked the wax on your thighs dropping the whip onto the floor before he grabbed his belt standing behind you. “Count.” He commanded as he started to strike your ass cheeks one by one.

“One. Two. Three!” You cried out arching your back, your pussy was leaking and soaking out the chair under you because despite the pain shooting up your back you loved it. Namjoon kept it up spanking your ass until he reached twenty licks on each reddened cheek. He got on his knees kneading the warm skin. He bit into each of your cheeks spreading your ass wide with his large palms. Licking from your clit up to your ass he repeated that step twice. He moved to lick up and down your slit flicking your clit harshly. He moved to bite on your pussy lips gently. Instead of going for your pussy he went to your ass shoving his tongue into your tight asshole he moaned stretching you out. His tongue sliding in and out of your hole he tongue fucked your hole until it was wet and you were trying your hardest not to clench around his tongue. He pulled back rubbing your ass cheeks not praising you though he wanted to.

“Since you want to clench so much. I got something for you.” He moved to grab at two weighted balls watching you with hooded eyes. He had to pat his erection slowly trying to calm it down. He moved to crouch behind you, pressing one ball against your pussy he slid it inside of you slowly. Once it was inside of you he grabbed the other to press it against your asshole sliding it inside of you as well. “If you don’t clench around these they will fall out and I will punish you more.” He warned smirking as he bit the inside of your thigh.

He stepped back looking at your body all red and abused for him. It was such a beautiful sight. A canvas to paint after a long tour and he knew after this you wouldn’t be misbehaving for a while. He slowly stripping himself from his baggy skinny jeans and lose fitted V-neck dropping his boxers last. He moved in front of you petting your head he slapped his cock against your face rubbing it over your lips before his hand slapped your left cheek and his free hand gripped your hair. “Mouth open.” He commanded and you followed instructions opening your mouth for him. Namjoon gripped at his cock giving it a few pumps until his precum was oozing out. He let It press against your tongue and slid down your tongue into your throat and disappear. He moaned out sinfully dimples popping out as he gritted his teeth. Slowly he slid himself into your warm wet mouth moaning once again at how it felt to be in the space. He grabbed at your hair tighter rolling his hips forward slowly. Your tongue moved up and down his shaft and against every vein you could find. Your mouth being stretched out by his warm thick cock that was sliding up and down your wet tongue. He built up his speed every few thrusts until he was pounding into your mouth. He groaned looking at you, he pushed as hard as he could squeezing his ass cheeks to bury his cock into your throat. He slapped at your cheeks turning the skin red smiling down sadistically at you taunting you.

“My dirty little cum slut. My dirty little whore. Daddy’s fucktoy. Daddy’s dirty vixen. All mine. All fucking mine. Every ounce of you. This warm little mouth. That tight little pussy and asshole.” He looked down at you pinching your nose to cut off your air. He built up his speed slamming into your mouth balls hitting your chin. He could see the spit falling from your mouth and going down to your chest and your nipples. You were ruined and a slut and he needed you now. Namjoon kept pinching your nose pushing his hips forward he held himself down against the back of your throat. You struggled for oxygen and you felt your airway closing. Swallowing around him you choked lightly becoming light headed. He watched your body slowly go limp and he pulled out of your mouth letting your nose go. You gasped for the air sucking it in as your chest heaved for it. Namjoon bent down undoing your legs from the chair he picked up your body laying you on the bed. Moving to plug in your favorite vibrator he got onto the bed in between your limp legs pressing them down. “Sorry princess. No cumming.” He pushed your legs wider taking the weighted balls from your pussy and your ass but you had to relax and be still for him to reach deep and get them out.

You were dreading it already. Namjoon aligned his wet cock with your entrance pushing inside of you ever so slowly to get the feel of you once again. A soft moan left your lips as he felt you up and you could feel every inch of him inside of your tight pussy. He started to thrust into you with slow but harsh thrusts. Slapping his hips against yours with every snap. He gripped at your hips first, dragging you down onto his cock. He continued to snap his hips forward burying himself inside of you to the hilt feeling every ounce of your wet walls. He knew he was going to be close to cumming, just feeling you alone was enough to make him always loose his mind. Turning on your vibrator he pressed the messaging head against your clit looking down at your body as one hand kept a tight grip on your hips bruising the flesh.

“Who do you belong to?” He asked pounding harder into you.

“You!” You whimpered out.

“Who am I?” He asked winding himself into your pussy fucking you into the mattress pounding deeper into you.

“Daddy Namjoon! My master! Fuck my everything!” You cried out once again sobbing as the vibrator lulled against your clit causing your stomach to tighten up. It felt so good, your pussy hurt in a good way. Namjoon was fucking you thoroughly pushing against your spot your hips connecting as he got rougher. He leaned over you dragging the vibrator up and down your clit moaning as he watched your body quiver and your pussy tightened up against him. Namjoon was close to the edge but he knew if he came inside of you, it would tip you off and you would cum as well. Namjoon pulled out of you moving to your mouth opening it back up as the toy stayed against your clit and he took the vibrations higher.

“Daddy!” You cried out shaking as your orgasm got closer. Namjoon gripped onto his cock stroking it fast and hard over your mouth shooting thick white ropes of his cum on your face and into your mouth bucking his hips to ride out his orgasm.

“Swallow.” He commanded after he unloaded himself into your mouth pressing the vibrator harder against you and you nodded your head cleaning your lips and chin as best as you could swallowing the bitter cum. He moved back to turn off the vibrator watching you shake as you came down from your orgasm. You were sobbing against the sheets frustration and anguish welling through your body. Namjoon slowly untied you and took of the blindfold. He shut off the toy and put it beside the bed smiling down apologetically at you.

“I wish I could let you cum, but if I reward you then you will always be a bad girl when I’m away and people will always want what’s mine.” He said softly leaning down to kiss away your tears and then kissing your forehead. “Princesses that are bad don’t get cummies or kisses on the lips. Now, daddy is going to bathe you and clean up the room and tuck you in for the night while he sleeps on the couch. In the morning if you apologize correctly I’ll see what my tongue can do for you pretty pussy. Understood?” He asked softly rubbing your hips softly. And though you hated it you wanted to scream and cry you knew he would leave if you acted out more.

“Yes sir.” You said softly and he picked you up with a soft understanding smile carrying you into the bathroom.


Title: Acceptance

Imagine: John finding out that you’re bisexual.

Request: Saw that your requests are open? Could you do one where the reader is sam and deans lil sister (like 16) and is secretly bi, and john figures it out and she’s scared he won’t accept it but he does and super fluff???? Sorry that was so specific

Pairing: John x daughter!reader. Dean x sister!reader. Sam x sister!reader.

Warnings: None.

Note: Forgive me if John’s character is a little off. Everyone is still in school, in the fic!

Tagging: @caroldanversinatardis @tom-is-in-my-tardis @jessicarossouw @girl-with-a-fandom-fettish @evyiione @brooklynnewsie1899 @saveprettydays

Please let me know if you would like to be tagged!

Hope you enjoy it!

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Originally posted by thewinchesterdaily

“So did you finish the project?” You asked Sam. He sat beside you on the bench. Both you two and Dean were currently waiting to be picked up.

“Yeah. I finished mine yesterday,” Sam went on to tell you on what he did, but you zoned out. You were watching Dean and the girl he was with. Dean would do what he does, then you all would be gone within the week.

That girl he was with, she had a younger sister in the same grade as you and you liked her. Liking both guys and girls made life a little difficult. Others normally tend to overlook people like you.

“(Y/N), are you there?” Sam waved a hand in front of you, pulling you out of your daze. You looked back towards him.

“Yeah,” You shook your head slightly. Sam pointed towards the road and you saw the familiar vehicle pull up. “Great.”

You and Sam headed for the car, with Dean not far behind. You slid into the back with Sam.

“Everything good? No fights today, right?” John spoke up. He stopped to look at each one of you. There had been a lot of fights lately, mostly between Dean and others, but occasionally, Sam or you would get into a fight.

“No, sir,” Dean shook his head, staring straight ahead at the road. John looked to Sam.

“No, sir,” Sam copied Dean, then they both looked towards you.

“What about you?” John spoke, but you were looking out the back window, staring at her. She was out talking to her sister and you couldn’t help but stare. John followed your eyes. He titled his head ever so slightly, but then resumed. “(Y/N)!”

“Oh. N-no, sir,” You forced your eyes away and back to your father. He rose one eyebrow slightly, but then turned back around and headed for the motel. Your eyes cascaded downward and you stared at your lap.

You felt Sam put his hand on yours and you looked towards him. He gave you a small nod.

“And that’s how it’s done,“ Sam threw the pencil down and leaned back into the chair.

“Oh. Why didn’t the teacher just explain that way, then?” You titled your head, looking at your older brother.

“They just do what they think is the easiest,” Sam told you. You sighed.

“Why is school so confusing?” You head hit the table and you grumbled.

“Well-” Sam began.

“Sam.” John spoke.

“Yes sir?” Sam looked around to his father, you doing the same. A worried expression filled your face. Both he and Dean had just got back from a hunt, and now he was wanting Sam.

“Go stand out there with Dean.” John commanded.

“Can I just fin-”

“Now, boy!”

Sam exited the room without another word. This only left you and John. You watched, through the window, as Sam headed towards the impala, where Dean was standing. You heard John clear his throat.

“So, (Y/N), when I picked all of you up a couple days ago,” he started, “I noticed that you were looking at someone.”

You didn’t say anything, but you felt your heart rate speed up. You didn’t dare look away, in fear of why he might do. Dean always told you to keep your head held high and don’t break eye contact.

“You like her, don’t you?” He questioned you. There was no backing out now. You didn’t know what you expected, for the great John Winchester not to find out?

“Y-yes…sir,” Your eyes went downward. You couldn’t look at him. You couldn’t lie to him.

“Hey, hey! Look at me,” His voice was strict, but soft. You slowly tilted your head up at him. “I’m not upset.”


“I’m not upset,” John sat down in the chair Sam was in, “As long as they treat you right, then we’re good.” John gave a small smile at you.

“T-thank you,” You smiled. You still couldn’t believe it.

“Just make sure I don’t have to send your brothers to go beat someone up.”

ivy-raven  asked:

So, a prompt! First, do you write for IronPanther and StarkQuill pairings? If yes, I might be back with more prompts for them, but I'd really like Stuckony where HYDRA sent the WS to kill Tony before launching Project Insight, so he can't somehow stop it at the last minute, as heroes are wont to do. He's sent UC in SI, because that's the only way to get close, but Tony, exhausted, trips and twists his ankle in front of him and dozens of witnesses, so he can't kill him yet. (1/2)

He’s forced to pick him up and take him to the med bay, being the security guard and visualy strongest. But he’s desperatly touch starved, and really like touching/carrying Tony, and he smelled so good and was really nice to him, so he decides Tony must absolutely never die and tells him everything, declaring himself his new bodyguard. Steve/Tony is established, and both are aware of Bucky’s feelings for Tony (before and after regaining memories) so they invite him into their relationship. 2/3

And Bucky is super confused, like, punk, we’re already in a relationship?? Keep up? And picks Tony up and takes his two fellas on a date! - ok, that was super long and detailed, sorry about that! I can just imagine it and it’s so cute! You don’t have to include all the elements, I realize it’s a lot, I just really need touch-starved Bucky imprining on Tony and the ‘we’re already dating, punk’ scene! Thanks so much! (3/3)

Haha, this is adorable! How sweet. :) I do not write StarkQuill. In fact I’ve never even seen Guardians of the Galaxy! I should get on that, haha. I can write IronPanther though. I hope this lives up to your expectations! Keep an eye out for under the cut!

This work can also be found on my Ao3 here.

The Asset had barely even touched his gun when the Mark tripped and went down in a flail of limbs and loose papers. He had to fight a sigh. Some might think the clumsy marks would be easier to kill, because it could be made to look like an accident, but actually it was much harder—they were more likely to accidentally dodge attempts on their lives.

The Mark sat up, looking shocked. “Ow.”

“Sir?” one of the secretaries called, standing from her desk. “Mr. Stark, are you okay?”

“I think so?” The Mark pressed his palms to his eyes, letting out a sigh that betrayed deep exhaustion. “Yeah.” He took her hands when she offered them to him and pulled himself up, letting out a little noise of pain as he finally stood. “Ow!”

The secretary began patting him down, concerned. “What? What’s wrong?”

The Mark batted her hands away. “I’m fine, Ms. Carmichael. Just a twisted ankle.”

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anonymous asked:

Can I have jumin fiction where MC is covering for jaehee and he fells for her ?!


“Ah, you must be the cover for Jaehee, nice to meet you in person” he said incredibly formal, offering me his hand.

I gently took it and kept a straight face. Jaehee had told me how stern and cold this guy could be, so I had to be the upmost professional I could be.

“Pleasure to meet you too sir, I do believe you have my work number and e-mail address?” I asked, removing my hand from his.

“I do, all in my system, you start immediately yes?” he returned my question with his own.

“Of course, hence why I’m here sir” I explained, readying myself for the onslaught Jaehee had warned me about.

My best friend, Jaehee Kang, was Jumin Han’s assistant, but due to unforeseen circumstances, Jaehee had to leave for a week. Problem was, Jumin needed an assistant and couldn’t just give Jaehee a week off. Hence why I’m here. I’ve done intense assistant work before and I was asked in as a favour, well, a paid favour but still. I was sure I could cope a week with Jumin Han, even with the warnings I was given. It was just a week, what could happen?

Day 1.

He immediately put me to work, arranging meetings, making sure he was on time for everything with run downs of each one, not forgetting to give him the paperwork he needed. I believe I coped well, but there was no praise from Mr Han. I was new to this building and this man, surely he would give a little bit of praise? Nope. This was clearly a place where you just got on with your job, and if you were doing something wrong you were told, but nothing else.

I was so used to people praising my work, making sure I was on the right track, here, I felt like I was fumbling my way in a dark tunnel. If I kept walking I was doing fine, but I didn’t know where I was going. It was none stop too, if Mr Han was in a meeting, I was doing something else if not in there with him. Throughout the whole day I got a 15 minute break to have something to eat. How did Jaehee cope with this? This was incredibly unfair treatment. However, I couldn’t make Jaehee look bad in her recommendation of me, so I knuckled down and just got on with it. Six days to go.

Day 2.

I was working a lot closer with Mr Han the next day. Helping him write up some reports and future plans. To be honest, working with him like this made me realise how much of a hard worker he was. I only got a 15 minute break the day before, and yet, I didn’t see him take any. I only ever saw him grinding away at his computer or phone or even talking with his colleagues, I had my suspicions that he had eaten while on the move.

While we sat in his office, writing up a report, I noticed that his desk lacked photos. My previous bosses had photos of their families, friends, pets, this guy? Nothing. Except one photo of a beautiful, snow white cat. Was this guy single? There was no wedding ring. A big CEO like him not married at this age? I couldn’t contain the surprise on my face.

“Is something wrong?” he asked, catching me staring at the picture of the cat.

“Ah, no I was just admiring the cat, they yours?” I asked, nonchalantly, shaking the surprise from my mind.

“Yes, her name is Elizabeth the 3rd” he said quite proudly.

“She’s beautiful” I said truthfully. She was. Her fur looked well-groomed and she looked truly happy in the photo.

“Thank you” he said. And, was that a smile? That was the first smile I saw since meeting him. Strange man, but a man I kinda wanted to get to know more.

Day 3.

Today’s tasks consisted mainly of just me in my little office organising meetings more than working with Mr Han, which saddened me ever so slightly. I know the day before was a little bit stressful, desperate to get reports done and such, but seeing that stoic man smile so casually about a cat…I wanted to make him do that again.

When the clock turned 1pm I decided I would allow myself a break now, and since I was more on my own that day I knew I could give myself a little longer to eat. Bringing my sandwich out, I realised I hadn’t brought a drink. Damn it. I brought my purse out, grabbing some money then heading to the vending machines down the corridor.

Just as I left my office I bumped straight into Mr Han.

“Sorry sir, is there something you need me to do?” I apologised.

“…were you on your lunch?” he asked. Strange question.

“I was, yes, just started now, I was just going to grab a drink” I said “but if there’s something that needs to be done my lunch can wait”

“No, not particularly, I was hoping to catch you on your lunch” he said. He was acting rather strange, stranger than usual, nervous? No. Jumin Han never got nervous, he lived and breathed confidence, that’s what Jaehee had told me. But, why was he shifting on his feet like that?

“You were?” I asked.

“You said Elizabeth the 3rd was beautiful, I thought you might like to see some more photos of her” he said eventually. Ha, he wanted to show me more photos of his cat? I didn’t mind.

“Sure, why don’t you join me for lunch? Then you can show me the photos at more ease” I suggested.

Jaehee had said this guy was stoic, not approachable and overall, extremely professional. At this point, I disagreed with her, Jumin Han the CEO was yes, but Jumin Han the person? He just loved his cat.

Day 6.

The week had just flown by, I only had one day left with Jumin and I knew I was going to miss these stress filled days. Today had been no different, we worked hard, we had lunch together, he shared more photos and stories of Elizabeth the 3rd, he even laughed slightly at some of the things I said. I felt like he was opening up. I enjoyed his company, during work and during our lunch breaks.

At the end of the day, the clock read almost 11pm which had been the usual finishing time for me during this week, I grabbed my things, sending off one last email to Jumin before heading out. That’s when my phone rang.

“Mr Han?” I answered.

“Are you able to come up to my penthouse?” he asked.

His penthouse? I’d heard from Jaehee that sometimes he did ask her to go up there, but since I was only temporary I didn’t think that could apply to me.

“Erm, yes I can, I’ve only just left the building” I explained, turning back.

“Perfect, thank you” he said, hanging up.

It didn’t take me long to get up there, and naturally, I was impressed at the grandeur of it all. As soon as Jumin opened the door I was greeted by him and the infamous Elizabeth the 3rd in his arms.

“Thank you, it’s to do with the email you sent just now” he explained, ushering me in, closing the door behind me.

“What’s wrong?” I asked as the cat dropped from his arms.

“You’re missing part of the attachment, take a look” he said, showing me his laptop.

Seriously, does this guy ever stop working? Just relax? Clearly not. When I saw the screen, though, I did panic a little.

“What the hell? It’s all gone encrypted!” I said, covering my mouth immediately “Sorry, I didn’t mean to say that”

“Don’t worry, I’m sure we can fix this before the morning” he said, showing me that rare smile of his.

Day 7.

What was time? What was sleep? What was anything? We had been up almost the entire night trying to fix the email. I had even gone down to my office to resend it, but something had hacked into my computer so it wasn’t retrievable. We had to start from scratch, which took forever. But, finally, at 9am, just before Jumin’s meeting for this report, we had fixed it.

He didn’t look tired at all, how he managed to do that I would never know. Being the gentleman he was though, he did say to me I could take a nap on his sofa and shower if I wished before coming back down for my final day. I accepted. I needed it.

When the day finally came to an end and Jaehee came to meet me in our office, I did feel a tad relieved, and yet also a little sad. I wasn’t going to see Jumin again, it was all up to Jaehee now. Of course it was, I was just a stand in. Nothing special. I quickly gathered my things after giving Jaehee the run down and left the building.

Almost as soon as I sat down on my sofa at home, my phone beeped at me. A text…from Jumin? What the heck? I sat up and opened the message.

“Thank you for being my assistant, I deeply appreciate it, you were a hard worker” it said and I smiled, replying quickly.

“No, thank you for being a good boss, say hi to Elizabeth for me, I hope we can work together again in the future” I typed, not expecting a reply. And yet, I got one anyway.

“I don’t think so” I got back, making my heart sink. What did he mean? Was all that just an act? But my phone beeped again before I could spiral.

“I’d much prefer to see you again in a non-professional way, would you like dinner soon?”

I quickly replied, allowed the grin spread on my face like I was a teenager again.

“I’d like that very much, Mr Han”

“Please, call me Jumin”

Sentinel Wars(3/?)

Thanks to all the lovely people who left comments and asked me about this little plot bunny…  I have written more.

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Rex sticks close to Kenobi for the rest of that first duty shift. (And the following shift as well, because apparently Kenobi is a crazy person who works through his down-time and probably never sleeps. Now Rex knows where Commander Skywalker gets his bad habits from.)

Those twelve hours are the worst control Rex has ever had over his senses since he first manifested as a Sentinel. It takes every ounce of his self-control not to get lost in his head. All of his senses are clamoring for his attention, constantly focusing in on Kenobi’s scent, his voice and his breathing and the blood rushing in his veins, the shine of his eyes and the pale-on-pale tracery of scars on his hands. Barely an hour since he synced to Kenobi and Rex finds himself fighting the urge to tuck his nose under the fall of copper hair at the back of the Jedi’s neck and lick-

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Your Savior - 15

Hey all! Thanks again for stopping by! I’m loving all of the reviews, seriously, keep them coming! I did also have a couple of questions messaged in and I enjoyed those too! I hope I was able to answer them satisfactorily and keep you coming back for more! And in general, I’m sorry that chapters are posted so late, I work and have kids, so night is the only time I get to write!

Originally posted by negandarylsatisfaction

Chapter 15

Link to Chapter 14

Warnings: Swearing, Negan being Negan

“Please don’t kill her. Don’t kill Karen.”

Negan’s face was contorted with rage, rendering him silent for a matter of seconds before he finally managed to spit out, “And why the hell not? No, Y/N,” he interrupted you as you opened your mouth to answer him. “I want you to think long and hard before you fucking answer me. Give me one good goddamn reason to not bash her useless fat head in with my girl Lucille. Just one! She attacked you! Tried to kill you! While you were naked, defenseless, and alone proving what a goddamn coward she is!”  

“I remember Negan, I was there when it happened.” You answered coolly.

He leaned in close to you, whispering in your face dangerously. “Now is not the fucking time for your attitude! I am so not in the mood!”

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Here’s an episode of Recess that I totally see it in the Captain Underpants universe.

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anonymous asked:

*clears throat* because I ship Klance but I'm also a sucker for single dad Shiro... HC about how Shiro would be on Keith and Lance's first date??

Well nonny I actually don’t have any set pairings for this AU at all. But I’m happy to indulge any ships and talk about them, because they’re all so cute except anything I don’t feel comfortable with. Lance and Keith are fecking adorable, so please enjoy (pls ignore mistakes, it’s late where I am):


              “Hey Shiro!”




              “Mr. Shirogane, sir?”

              “Oh, hello Lance. What can I do for you?” Lance almost wanted to smash his face into the front to the Shirogane household, however he’d didn’t particularly like the headache that was sure to follow. Besides, that probably wasn’t the best first impression for tonight’s date. Yeah, how awkward would it be to try to explain to your date that you couldn’t go out with them because you gave yourself a concussion because their dad is being annoying.

              Instead, Lance plastered on the biggest and brightest smile aimed at Shiro and stood taller. He puffed out his chest and pushed the flowers in between himself and Lance.

              “I’m here to pick up Keith. Remember, we have a date?” Lance said softly while Shiro leaned against the doorframe to his house. There wasn’t any anger or malice on Shiro, but rather a big smile on his face. However, after 17 years Lance knew there was more hidden behind that smile than anyone could imagine. Lance knew that was a smile that meant Shiro was plotting.

              And a plotting Shiro was never good.

              “Oh? Did Keith forget to mention to you that he was busy?” Shiro continued to smile without budging an inch from the doorway. Now, Lance was a pretty tall guy. But Shiro was taller and muscular. Basically be was built like a freaking way and blocked all of Lance’s view into the house.

              Lance had heard this before when others had tried to date Keith.

              Of course Keith had only actually been interested in a teeny handful, but the ones he was interested in got the same treatment as Lance now. Intimidating dad. Lance had actually been a part of the intimidating team before he suddenly decided that he appreciated Keith as more than just a friend. Now, being on the receiving end of such treatment, Lance couldn’t help but admire their tactics.

              It was a wonder any boys or girls asked Keith out with Shiro.

              “You know Keith isn’t a flower person, right?”

              “Dude, can’t you let me be romantic for once in my life? I know you’re the Big Bad Dad, but I am one smooth senior.

              “Dad, move out of the way.” Lance almost sighed with relief when Shiro was suddenly shoved aside. Out came Keith. The beautiful, wonderful and smoking hot Keith with his mullet (even if the boy was beautiful, Lance still thought the mullet was a mistake) and crop top shirt and jacket. If Shiro wasn’t standing within a foot of Lance’s most previous jewels he probably would have been drooling by now. Keith was even wearing his hair up. In a ponytail.

              “So, where are you taking my little Star?” Shiro couldn’t help but ask as he gave Keith a gentle pat and his smile softened. Lance beamed at Keith who smiled softly before eyeing the bouquet of flowers with distaste.

              “Did you actually get flowers? That’s cheesy and gross. Bees are attracted to flowers.” Keith bluntly said and Lance couldn’t help but wince. You’d think after 13 years he would be used to this. He didn’t miss the snicker and smirk sent from Shiro and he immediately sent a glare his way. Shiro held his hands up in amusement, only to be surprised when Lance suddenly thrust the bouquet in his face.

              “They were actually for Shiro, so proves how much you know!” Lance said while Shiro took the flowers, still confused and shocked. “I happen to know how much you hate flowers. So, are you ready to go?” He smiled brightly at Keith who blinked.

              “That was weird. Okay.” Keith shrugged, still confused but then again there was a lot that Lance did which confused him.

              “Ah, forget something?” Shiro called over their shoulders when Keith and Lance began to walk away. Lance groaned while Keith frowned.

              “Um, no? I got my phone, keys, wallet and money.” Keith admitted while Shiro grinned. He then tapped the side of his cheek and instantly both Keith and Lance knew what he wanted. Keith rolled his eyes.

              “Dad, that’s embarrassing. Stop it.” He groaned and shoved his face in his hands. Quickly he began to walk away while Lance attempted to hide his laughter (he was actually failing). Keith snatched Lance’s arm and practically dragged him away from where Shiro was still standing, now pouting.

              “Nine o’clock!”

              “Ten!” Keith shouted back to his father, earning a laugh from Lance. However, Lance quickly shut up when one of Keith’s pointy elbows jammed into his side.

              This date better be fan-fucking-tastic if he was going to hurt this much.


              Lance couldn’t even believe his eyes. He was pretty sure that he was either hallucinating or something was very wrong here. He had actually been enjoying his date to the pier carnival so far. Keith wasn’t entirely awkward and even let him hold his hand for a while, without pulling away. He’d gotten to hear that cute little snort that Keith made when he laughed a little too hard at some stupid joke Lance told (he couldn’t even remember what the joke was because all he could remember was Keith’s tiny snort). He’d even gotten an ice cream cone with Keith.

              However, it felt as if his entire night was ruined.

              All because of one Takashi Shirogane.

              Who was standing right in front of him (just when he was about to make a move on Keith, mind you) with a big, big smile and a bag of groceries in his hand.

              “Oh Keith, Lance? What a coincidence to see you both here.” Lance growled at the oblivious expression on Keith’s face while Shiro continued to smile. Deep down he knew that Shiro was just trying to look out for his only child, his little boy, but right now he was in some serious bad blood with Lance. Shiro was ruining Lance’s plan to woo Keith.

              “Dad? Didn’t you know? Lance was taking me to the pier tonight?” Of course Keith didn’t realize Shiro’s devious little plan. His father was a cunning man and knew Keith’s most adorable fault. Lance cursed at the other man’s genius.

              “It must have slipped my mind.” Shiro’s smile widened and somehow he managed to direct his attention directly at Lance, who shivered while glaring at the same time.

              “Well now you know. Okay, great to see Mr. Dad-Man but Keith and I were just about to get something to eat. I hear there’s some great funnel cakes.” Lance said while simultaneously wrapping an arm around Keith’s shoulder and dragging him away from Shiro. Shiro frowned at the sly interaction and narrowed his eyes at Lance when he turned Keith away from Shiro. Lance couldn’t help but shiver at the look, knowing what the nice man was capable of.

              “Don’t forget, no shellfish!”

              “Yes sir!” Lance merely waved Shiro off and Keith didn’t even bother to turn around once causing Shiro to scowl. Damn this kid was good. I should know.


              Lance didn’t even bother trying to hide his dissatisfaction by this point. Unlike most parents, Shiro hadn’t given up after his first “encounter” with Lance and Keith. While Shiro never actually spoke to or came face to face with either of the teens, there were several coincidentally instances that caused Lance to just know it was Shiro’s fault.

              Someone had accidentally bumped Lance from behind, right as he was about to sling an arm over Keith’s shoulder to make a move when they were eating. Causing Lance to face plant into his dinner.

              Keith laughed, for like, an hour.

              Another time, someone happened to be hogging up shooting station, where Lance wanted to impress Keith with his skills and win him a toy. Said person was so good and winning so much, that the poor worker ran out of prizes to give away.

              Shiro was a pretty good sharpshooter.

              Another time, someone had rammed into Lance’s bumper car at full speed and nearly knocked him over the side of a wall.

              Keith told him he should have been wearing his seatbelt.

              Honestly, he was at his wits end and Keith seemed oblivious to it all. All he wanted was for the perfect date tonight where he and Keith could get to know each other on a more personal level. And maybe he and Keith could hold hands under the stars and maybe Keith would give him a small kiss on the lips, telling him how romantic this night was. Then maybe he could ask Keith out on a second date and soon they would be boyfriends with stupid matching shirts and terrible pick-up lines.

              It had taken so much to get Keith to even agree to this date.

              “Hey, Keith, uh would you wanna, uh, go out with me sometime?”

              Keith had blinked at Lance like he was crazy, causing Lance to sweat. “But Lance, it’s raining outside. I’m not sure you really want to go out today?”

              “Ah, no I – I mean go out with me.” Lance tried to emphasize but the owlish expression on Keith’s face was enough to let him know that he didn’t understand.

              “But I am with you right now. I guess if you really want to go outside, we can?”

              “NO! I mean, god dammit Keith. Would you like to go out, on a romantic date, with me, on Saturday? To get to know each other on a personal level and determine if we could possibly be capable of being boyfriends?” Lance finally yelled causing Keith’s eyes to widen.

              “You want to be romantic? With me?”


              “With me?”


              “And go on a date?”


              “On Saturday?”

              “Holy Quiznak, yes Keith! I like you! I want to date you!” Lance groaned, cheeks pink with embarrassment. He squeaked at the light blush on Keith’s own face and could only smile when Keith avoided his gaze in order to answer.

              With one last ounce of determination, Lance snatched up Keith’s hand, ignoring his protest and bolted away from the last spot he saw Shiro. He kept sprinting with the wind in his hair and Keith’s nervous laughter at his side until he was sure that Shiro couldn’t find them.


              Shiro was disappointed.

              Or he was impressed.

              He wasn’t too sure yet.

              Lance was by far the best choices out of all the candidates of potential partners for Keith. At least he knew Lance’s background and grudgingly, he had to admit that Lance was an excellent kid. Maybe easily distracted and hyper but after 13 years, Shiro knew that Lance would never actually try to hurt Keith.

              And that’s what worried Shiro the most.

              Keith and Lance could work out.

              It wasn’t the most terrifying combinations and Shiro had 17 years of preparing himself for this moment. It wasn’t like he was sending his son off to war and never going to see him again. He was just letting Keith go on a date! Why was this so difficult?

              Shiro wondered if this was how all parents felt about potential partners for their kids.

              Lance and Keith could actually make it in the long run and Shiro could see that. Even if Keith and Lance didn’t know it yet. Those two thick-headed boy probably wouldn’t figure it out for at least another five years or so. At least that meant Shiro had a little more time to prepare. He wasn’t sure what he was preparing for right now though.

              Shiro knew it was a bit childish to have followed Keith and Lance on their…date and he knew for a fact that Keith was aware that he was there the whole time, and he knew that Lance knew (and he was wrong if he didn’t admit that he had enjoyed that). But to be fair, he couldn’t help himself. Shiro had been paranoid even before entering the military and afterwards, then adopting Keith had only made it worse.

              Shiro’s thoughts were interrupted at the sound of soft voices coming from the front yard. Shiro would never admit that it took all of his self-control, not to jump and wrench the door open.  Instead he calmly sat at the table, drinking his hot chocolate (with mini marshmallows, mind you) when Keith and Lance came in. Though, he practically spat the drink out when Lance came in soaking wet.

              “What happened?” For a moment, all of Shiro’s protectiveness was gone and he was fussing over the teen he had watched grow up alongside his son. Lance shivered with a deep frown on his face but was grateful for Shiro’s kindness. While Shiro helped Lance out his jacket, Keith was already returning with several towels.

              “Lance decided to show me one of his infamous dance moves and he accidentally fell off the pier.” Keith sighed as he rubbed a towel over Lance’s head. He ignored Lance’s mumbled protests until there was a loud burst of laughter next to them. Keith and Lance both jumped to see Shiro hunched over, hands on his knees and laughing as hard as he could.

              “Hey, don’t laugh.” Lance whined pathetically and pressed his face into the towel. He was horrified when even Keith laughed quietly, but at least he was rubbing his back.

              “I’m sorry, really. Let’s warm you up.” Shiro managed after laughing non-stop for at least five minutes. He had to pause every now and again when a new round of laughter stopped him. “But I just realized, you’re perfect Lance.”

              “F-For what?” Lance shivered, only to snuggle against Keith’s side when he wrapped him in another towel. Shiro watched with softer eyes and a gentle smile as Keith and Lance shared a shy look with one another. He could already see the warmth and the love in both of them for one another even if neither of them realized it yet.

              It would take some time.

              “For Keith.” Shiro smiled and immediately both Keith and Lance blushed heavily. He grinned at their expressions and turned away to put Lance’s clothes in the wash, pretending that he didn’t notice when Lance and Keith reached out to hold hands.

Shot in the Dark

“Uh, this might be a shot in the dark,” Deadpool said, “but are you into me or something?” He scuffed his foot along the pavement.

“Uh,” said Spiderman. There was a pause, and then Spiderman gestured to the chocolates scattered across the ground and the dented and dirtied heart-shaped box near it. “Well, yes.”

Deadpool shook his head. “Are you trying to trick me or something? Because it’s not working. I don’t understand what kind of prank this is.”

Spiderman cocked his head to the side. “It’s not, a joke…You are literally clasping, in your hand, a bouquet I presented to you less than five minutes ago while I stated, in my most nicest and sexiest of voices, that I’d like to go on a date with you.”

Deadpool looked down at the bouquet of withered and wilting flowers he was systematically crushing in his fists. He gulped at their ruined state and then reflexively let go of them. They both watched as the torn stems and crumpled petals dropped to the dirty asphalt.

“Aaand now you’re not,” Spiderman said.

“You were wooing me?” Deadpool asked, failing to comprehend that concept. “Woo-ing?”

“Well, yes,” Spiderman said. “I would have thought the flowers and chocolate would have been a tip-off. I don’t know much about romance, or anything, but I do know a fair share of women who are a little too excited to give me anything they think I could possibly need to know in the romantic department. They assured me that chocolate and flowers were the correct, classic way to show one’s affection. And, you know, I wanted to ask you on a date, so chocolate and flowers it was.”

Deadpool looked down at the destroyed flowers and the scattered chocolates. “Oh.”

“If your answer is going to be no,” said Spider-Man, “you can just say it. I can take rejection. I’m often rejected. It’s like a thing with me. But could you please make it quick? Like ripping off a Band-Aid. I want the pain over with quickly. I don’t really like pain. The Sinister Six might disagree with me there. Or at least they’re trying to get me used to pain. But honestly, no. So, no? No on the date? Okay, I guess, bye—”

“Stop,” Deadpool demanded as Spiderman turned to walk away. “Stop talking. You talk too much. Let me think.”

I talk too much? Honestly? Coming from you? Enchilada calling the fajita spicy.”

“Shhh,” said Deadpool. He knelt to pick up the flowers, wrapped in crumpled cellophane. “Let me think,” Deadpool growled.

“Okay. Think for as long as you like. Think lots of things. I’ll just be over here trying to stuff my heart back into my chest.”

“Do you know you talk a lot?”

“Do you know that you talk a lot? I talk a lot, you talk a lot, we all talk a lot, Deadpool. I like that we talk a lot.”

“You like when I talk?”

“That’s not what I said, but yes. I love when you talk. That’s like 95% of your personality, and I really like your personality.”

“So this isn’t a prank,” Deadpool asked.

“No,” Spider-Man said emphatically. “I would never do that. Seriously, what kind of girl do you take me for? I would never ask anyone out on a date as a prank. But I really do like you. You always make me laugh. And you compliment my butt a lot. It’s enough to make a guy vain. So… date?”

Deadpool closed his eyes. “Wow you are really, really, really pushy aren’t you?”

“Well wouldn’t you be? If someone you really liked was just holding your heart in their hands? Holding the flowers you bought with your minimum wage money, crushed in their hands? Stepping on the fancy-ass chocolate you bought them with their…feet? Wouldn’t you too be nervous, O’, Katana-wielding mercenary? Wouldn’t you too want to possibly jump off a roof and then hide away in a cave in Guam and never come out again? Wouldn’t you want to disappear straight off the face of the planet just in case you embarrassed yourself so much you could never be seen in the superhero Community ever again? Wouldn’t you to want to just—”

“Okay! Yes! I will date you. I will date you. I will take you out for chimichamgas right now if you will just stop word- vomiting. That is my job. It is my job to word vomit. Jesus. Stop getting all up in my turf.”

There was a moment of silence as Spiderman paused. Deadpool waited for Spiderman to move. But he didn’t move, he just stood there in a state of shock. “Oh God did I break you?” Deadpool asked, bringing his hands to his mouth dramatically. “Are you okay? Do you need coffee? Do you need quesadillas? Do you need pepper spray in the mouth? Do you need pepper spray in your eyes? Do you need to watch all the episodes of Golden Girls in a single sitting? Do you need to watch Gilmore Girls, the obviously lesser TV show that has two G’s in the title? Do you need, like, mouth-to-mouth resuscitation?” Deadpool wiggled his eyebrows.

Spiderman let out a long drawn-out sigh. And then Deadpool’s meaning must have hit because he lit up. “So is that a yes? We are definitely going out? Please, oh God, I would love Mexican food, I would love coffee, I would even accept pepper spray in my face, I’m so excited. When do you want to go? Do you want to go now?

“Hold up a minute,” Deadpool said. “Aren’t you rushing into this little bit? You’re going really fast, bug boy. Maybe take a deep breath and slow down.”

“Well, I’ve been trying to reach out to you for, like, three months now. I’m a little impatient, you are correct.”

Deadpool frowned. “Three months?”

“Yes!” Spiderman exclaimed. “For three months I’ve been trying to woo you, but you just wouldn’t get it.

“What do you mean I wasn’t getting it?”

Spiderman shook his head. “This isn’t the first time I left you flowers. Or chocolates. I’ve even left you packets of Taco Bell verde sauce, and bullets bent into heart-shapes. You didn’t get it! I literally stuck under your door a glitter-filled card with hearts on it. I asked you out. I signed my name! How did you not get what I was doing?”

“I exploded the card,” Deadpool explained.

“You what?”

“It was pushed under my door!” Deadpool defended. “I thought it might contain poison. Or be a bomb. Or be a letter from my senator. It had to go.”

“So you blew it up?” Spiderman asked in a monotone.

Deadpool nodded. “Duh. But now I get it. You know, everything’s starting to make a little more sense now.”

Spiderman face-palmed. “So, are we going out or what?”

Deadpool snapped to attention. “Yes sir! Off we go!

He grabbed hold of Spiderman’s hands and began pulling him down the road, off to whatever restaurant looked especially delicious. “You’re paying,” Spiderman said. “I bought all those chocolates. And Tiger Lilies aren’t cheap this time of year. Especially in New York.”

“Yes,” Deadpool said, still keeping a firm hand clasped in Spidey’s. “I will pay for din-din, and I will buy you chocolates and flowers. I will grow them myself and I will plant them in planters and put them all around your house. I will braid flowers into your hair, if you so wish. I will pour melted chocolate into small water balloons and attack you with them when you are not expecting them.”

Spiderman laughed delightedly. “That sounds wonderful.”

Written for the @deadpoolweekly prompt: Shot in the Dark. I’m really sad I missed last week’s prompt :(

Enzo Amore One Shot - Swerved Big Cass

“We all set??” (Y/N) asks Enzo as she takes a seat in the back seat of the black SUV. “All set mama.” Enzo grinned holding up his hand for a high five. You two giggle like children with excitement. (The camera cuts to you and Enzo standing infront of parking lot explaining what is about to happen.) “Me and (Y/N) have come up with the plan of pranking our dear friend Colin Cassady.” Enzo rubs his hands together like an evil mad man. “The three of us usually carpool together to work out… Today however we are going to run into a little routine traffic stop.” You continue looking to Enzo bursting with excitement. “After we get stopped the cop is going to ask for my driver’s license and run into a little problem.” Enzo wiggles his eyebrows. “The problem is Enzo looks an awful like a robbery suspect.” You finish with an evil grin. (The camera cuts back to the SUV as Big Cass takes the front seat next to Enzo.) “Hey man.” Enzo greets per usual. “Hey Zo. Hello (Y/N).” Cass turns around in his seat to accept a kiss on the cheek from you. You three idly chit chat for a bit until you run into the traffic stop. “Just perfect.” Enzo sighs sounding a bit irritated already. Enzo rolls down the window to speak to the cop. “Morning.” The cop greets all three of you. “Officer.” You all three say in unison. “Licenses and registration.” The cop demands looking over his sunglasses at Enzo suspiciously. “Enzo fishes through his wallet and glove compartment for the required papers. “Thank you.” The officer takes the papers from Enzo. “I’m gonna have to go and run these through the database right quick. Just hang tight.” The cop explains before walking back to this car leaving you three sharing a weird look. “What the hell??” Enzo makes an annoyed face. (Time Skip) “Okay it’s been fifteen minutes… How long does it take to run a license number??” Enzo exclaims sifting in his seat angrily. “Its normal Zo just call down…” Cass tries as you look through your cell phone. Finally the cop is back at the window. “About damn time.” Enzo grits through his teeth. “ZO!!” Cass whispers harshly. “Sir I’m gonna have to ask you to step out of the car and put your hands on the hood.” The cop explains harshly. “What??” You and Cass both ask in shock. “What the hell do you mean?? I ain’t done nothing.” Enzo demands. “Sir calm down and just step out of the car.” The cop barks. “Do what he says Enzo…” You meekly plead. “This is absolutely crazy.” Enzo huffs jerking the car door handle stepping out of the car. “What the hell is going on??” Cass looks back to you. You shrug giving him your best worried expression. You and Cass both jump as Enzo is slammed down on the good of the car. Cass gets out of the car. “Sir get back in the car.” The cop orders. Cass obeys immediately but you however storm out. “WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING??” You scream. Cass is left sitting in the car in complete confusion as his best friend is being arrested and his usually quiet friend screaming at cops. Cass meekly gets out with his hands up. Cass grabs you by the waist hoping he can stop you from causing more trouble.  “(Y/N) stop come on we already have enough…” Cass starts as he is interrupted by Enzo. “YOU GUYS ARE CRAZY WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DO YOU KNOW WE ARE.” Enzo is struggling against the cop. Cass is left dumbfounded by the situation with you fighting against his grasp. You can’t hold it back any longer you start to laugh now making Enzo crack up. Cass looks between you two and all you can do through the laughter is point at the camera man who now emerges from the car that was pulled over before the one you were all in. Cass rolls his eyes and breaks into a smile. The fake cop releases Enzo. You turn around and hug Cass. “Your face was priceless.” Cass picks you up and pretends that he is about throw you into the approaching Enzo. “I almost had a heart attack you assholes.” Cass laughs punching Enzo in the arm as he sets you down.

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING… please let me know what you think… any and all feedback is welcome… a big thank you to for helping me out with the idea… THANKS AGAIN

anonymous asked:

Companions react to reading a specific Publick Occurrences article in which Sole had snuck into Piper's office completely drunk and wrote a bunch on none sense into it before Piper went to get it printed?


Cait - She had no idea how to react as she looked at the complete nonsense in her hands. “Piper, what the hell are you reporting? Looks like some Brahim with diarrhea took a shit on your paper.”

SoSu let out a hysterical laughter. “It took forever to find one and get it inside.”

Piper - “Really, Blue.” Piper glared at her companion, trying to ignore the snickering of a few people from the Great Green Jewel. She took one more look at the paper, trying to withhold a slight smile.

“Hey, at least it was just me drunkingly writing how much I love you and nothing else.”

Curie - Curie turned the paper back and forth. “What is it suppose to be?” She looked at SoSu who gave her a meek smile.

“Honestly, I have no idea, but I think I was trying to draw a rainbow.”

“With all black?” She asks with a raise of her brow.

SoSu shrugged. “I couldn’t find any other colors,”

Magnolia - “Dear, you must really what with the amount of alcohol you drink.” Magnolia rubbed SoSu’s temples as they laid in her lap, completely hungover. “Which reminds me,” She leans to the side, grabbing a folded up newspaper. “What is this?”

SoSu groaned as they looked upon the horrible picture they drew of them and Magnolia riding off on a horse. What looked like a masterpiece now looked like a donkey with a big ass.

Haylen - Haylen nearly blushed as she read the paper, quickly pulling the blanket’s off a slumbering SoSu. “What is the meaning of this?” She whispered loudly, slightly shoving the paper in their face.

It took them awhile before they were able to read it then gave it back to her. “Well will you?”

Glory - With a raise of her borw, she looked at SoSu how laid sprawled about the couch, a pillow over their eyes, groaning in pain. “Really, this is what you did last night after getting bat shit drunk? When you came running in telling me you had done something, I seriously thought you were in trouble.”

SoSu just meekly turns to face her, eyes squinted from the harsh light. “You’re so loud,” they croaked, before hiding back behind their pillow.


Hancock - He was laughing hysterically as they saw SoSu’s drawing of her and him with “Would You Kiss A Ghoul?” about it and a “Hell Yeah!” at the bottom.

Giving them a quick kiss on the cheek, he looked at the paper once more. “Good answer, sunshine.”

MacCready - MacCready wasn’t sure if he was seeing a weird genderbend of Grognak the barbarian of if it was some sort of feral ghoul, but when he went to ask Piper about it the reporter slightly glared at SoSu who just shrugged, smiling.

He decided it was best not to ask and leave it there.

Preston - “General, I’m very confused.” SoSu looked up to see Preston holding up the newest paper from Publick Occurrences and they held back a chuckle.

Looking at him, they took the paper and turned it towards him. “It’s suppose to be you, and then there’s me looking all cool, and that’s the mirelurk queen that we killed.” They look upon their masterpiece while, Preston just accepted.

Codsworth - “Miss. Piper, I don’t quite understand what I am reading.” Piper took the newspaper from the butlers claw’s.

“Don’t worry about it Codsworth, some drunk idiot went into my house and sent this out to all of Diamond City.”

“Do you know who the drunk idiot was?”

Strong - “Human, what is this? Why is person on paper not smashing?”

Deacon - Deacon was proud when he saw the random scribbles of SoSu who was drunk during the whole time they were doing it. Giving them a side hug. “This is so getting framed.”

SoSu just gives him the look, trying no to smile. “I blame you.”

Maxson - “Soldier, please explain why this was in today’s paper.” Maxson pushes the paper towards SoSu who quickly grew red as they saw their writing that scribbled out how hot Maxson’s butt was.

“I’m sorry, sir.” Was all they could say, embarrassed out of their mind.

Maxson let out a low chuckle, cupping their chin with his hand. “Come to my quarters tonight, I shall give you your punishment then.”

Nick - Nick tried to keep a serious face, but looking upon SoSu’s interesting drawing caused him to let out a hint of a smile. “Oh jeez, kid, I don’t even know what to say.” He looks up seeing that SoSu was giving him a soft glare.

“You’re mean.” They commented, flinching a bit from their hangover.

He chuckles. “I’m keeping this forever,”

X6-88 - His face was flat as SoSu showed him the newspaper and what they had done to it while they were intoxicated. “Um, Sir/Ma’am, what is it suppose to be?” He questioned, not really sure what it actually was.

SoSu puffed out their cheeks a bit, giving the coursier as playful glare. “I was trying to draw you with a smile.”


No Dogmeat because I don’t think he would really understand, but if some of you guys want him in I will add him.

Hope you enjoyed this!

Edit: I realized after I had published it that I forgot X6-88 and couldn’t get to it until now. Sorry about that. 

Fact of the Day #24

Roy Mustang frequently receives “letters of encouragement” (Or as Jean Havoc put it, “chewing out” from his superiors in Central, in which they tell him how he’s doing his job wrong. He almost never reads them.
If they think he’s doing an especially bad job, he’ll be sent to Central HQ to be “encouraged” in person.

“Er… Sir?” Havoc’s face peered around the edge of the door. “What exactly are you doing?” Havoc’s eyes scanned the white paper airplanes scattered around the room before they alighted on Roy, sitting at his desk.
“I’ve been reading my letters of encouragement from Central Command,” Roy explained. He picked up a single piece of paper from his desk and began to read: “Colonel Mustang. Words are cheap. We demand results. We await your report…”
With deft hands, Roy folded the paper into the shape of an airplane and, aiming carefully at the far wall, let it fly.
Havoc watched as the paper airplane rapidly lost altitude and dropped nose first into the floor.
Havoc looked up at his superior officer, one eyebrow raised.
“Double-bond paper,” Roy said with a shrug. “It’s heavy.”

(Source: Light novel “The Abducted Alchemist”)

Misunderstanding - Lafayette x reader

Originally posted by diggstrash

“Why did you kiss that man?!” Lafayette asked, looking into your eyes with hints of anger and jealousy sprouting in them. You were dumbfounded.

“I’m sorry, what?” You blinked, unsure what he meant. Lafayette huffed, walking into  your house and started pacing.

“Y/N, I saw you with my own eyes!” He turned to you. Oh, my god, He meant him, didn’t he? 

“You have got to be kidding me!” you turned to go upstairs and away from him, your dress moving behind you as you raced to your room.  You heard footsteps approaching you. You felt a hand on your shoulder and you spun around to see a furious Lafayette, his gaze staring into your soul.

“Y/N, we are talking about this now!” 

“Lafayette, you don’t understan-” There was a loud knock on the door, you ran past him, eager to get away from this situation, and to answer the door. You opened it to see him there, smiling and with your novel in his hand. Lafayette saw him over your shoulder and he exploded. 


“Lafayette, he isn’t going to steal me!”

“How do you know?” He looked at you.

“He’s my brother!” You yelled at him. There was a moment of silence. Lafayette’s face became a mix of shocked, apologetic, and disbelief. Your brother had awkwardly been standing there. He held out the book.

“I’m sorry, um….. You forgot this, I’ll be on my way.” You watched him run to his carriage and you shut the door.


“Y/N, I’m sorry for this. For yelling, for not trusting you, for not letting you explain, I’m sorry. I love you soso much, truly. When I saw you kiss his cheek I was so angry and jealous, it was like I was a different person, I couldn’t control myself.” He said, looking at you apologetically.

“It’s ok, Laf, I still love you” You sighed, leaning into him and locking lips. He pulled you closer, deepening it.

“I love you, mon amour.” He said softly.

“I love you too, you hot-headed baguette.”

Her Name From His Lips

Title: Her Name From His Lips

Word Count: 1100

Characters: Dean x Reader (kind of), Sam, Charlie

Request: Can you write a Soulmate AU with Dean? - Anon

Warning: mention of an injury

A/N: This is actually quite short and that’s not because I don’t have plenty of ideas for this but because I wanted to keep the ending like this :) I really hope you guys like it and tell me if you’d like to see a Part 2!


You’d have never thought that you’d end up as a nurse in a small hospital in the middle of nowhere. You’d wanted to travel the world, to visit places almost no one ever gets the chance to see. You wanted your life to be an adventure but somehow you were stuck.

Stuck in your life with a daily routine. Stuck in a job which you loved, but which wasn’t even half as exciting as your world trip would’ve been. Stuck in world where you’d only find out who your true Soulmate was the minute you or they died.

You’d have never thought that all of these legends about your Soulmate were true. Why should they be? What should have been the purpose of the entire thing if it was the last words of a person that revealed who their true soulmate was? That was just cruel and it only made sense when the Universe was a little sarcastic asshole, which it was. It probably was. But eventually you had started to believe in it when your granddad had passed away, the last words on his lips your grandma’s name. 

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Colin Firth is absolute perfection

(Really long appreciation post)
I did say I was gonna make a post for this man. Here it is. Why? Because Colin Firth, that’s why. This man doesn’t need explanations. After all, the best things in this world are inexplicable. And because he’s my favorite. Which is also obvious.

But let us just revel in this Englishman’s perfection together. ❤💘💘

If you saw my post on Taron Egerton, you must have seen the picture of him dressed as a prince. He’s the perfect prince.

Well, make way for the perfect King.

And his queen is right here. Me.

Red is my favorite color.

So is blue.

And white.

Red, white, blue… At this rate, I wouldn’t mind wearing a union jack outfit or printed shirt just to impress him.

Thank you, Rose Tyler.

Colin can make even messy hair look so good.

To be a gentleman, you gotta behave like one. And Colin Firth knows that real well. I mean, he looks like a work of art even while just standing there. That, and his glorious accent.

Something so alluring about classy gentlemen I tell you. I swear Colin shows up like this in front of me, I would be dazed and just fumble with my words.

But who doesn’t admire a guy in a tuxedo? Don’t worry, I got that covered.

This “Magic in the moonlight” style. He definitely is Magic in the Moonlight alright.

He’s an expert in the art of tuxedos.

Bonus: Looking sexy in glasses.

Speaking of which…

Oh those glasses.

He makes me feel good about wearing them.

How about this sexy duo?

Colin Firth AND Benedict Cumberbatch?? Count me in!

Or this duo.

Or all three of them together in this fine British picture.

Enchanting Englishmen overload.

Ironic how Benedict Cumberbatch himself is explaining how I feel.

This award-winning look. (See what I did there).

It’s great you won an award, sir. You’re extremely talented but could you mind not looking so damn fine while doing it? I need to catch my breath.

All the times he places a hand on his face or head and you wish the hand was yours instead of his.

This one in particular. See the thumb there.

Why you do this, Mr. Darcy???

They say a smile can brighten one’s day. Colin’s smile does plenty of justice to that alright. Like it’s just ingrained in his DNA.

He looks so incredibly unassuming when he smiles. Like everything is calm and peaceful. You can just casually ask him out for coffee and like a sweetheart, he won’t refuse.

This is like one of those times you said something you probably shouldn’t have. Colin illustrates that adorably.

Bonus: A guitar to add the icing to this cake.

At this point, I would just gaze at this magnificent man.

In the off-chance he catches me staring at him, such will be my reaction, out of shock. Because I wouldn’t know what to do:

Then there are these times when this man has the nerve to look unbelievably cute.


You know those times when you see your crush and then that one fine moment when that person says hi to you.

Yep. Exactly. That moment of glory. And you’re just like:

Same here.

These beautiful portraits.


Sometimes it’s okay to indulge in your favorite food to your heart’s content. Even Colin agrees.

Look at him. Not a care in the world.

I love this man.

Sitting in style.

Sitting on a bed.

Or rather…

Let’s take this a notch higher.

Screw consciousness. Whoever said sleep is for the weak has never been so wrong.

Oh my God… I’m gonna join him.

Bathtub and a glass of wine.

Now I’m REALLY gonna join him. Out of my goddamn way!

This glorious picture.

This Hollywood Walk of Fame moment.

Is he waiting for me?

I’m coming!

I’m pretty sure you wouldn’t even think for a second if Colin took you on a date in a train. First Class.

Or a car. A romantic drive never gets old.

Or even a boat.

You just can’t resist this man.

Maybe a snowy night alone with him will do perfectly.

Or day.


Colin is like fine wine. He only gets better with age.

Much better.

Beards, five o’clock shadows. A perfect stubble goes a long way.

Suits aren’t the only things he looks attractive in. 

Because you have to look goddamn attractive even when casually stepping out to grab some lunch.

This is your definition of casually???

Thank you for explaining my feelings again, Mr. Cumberbatch.

When I’m casually stepping out of my house, I’m okay with a t-shirt and jeans. I look like any average girl or sometimes, when I couldn’t care less, I look like a hobo.

But no, when Colin Firth steps out in a shirt and jeans, it’s glorious.

What the hell kind of a sorcery is this?

Again, this is how he casually steps out.

Are you kidding me with your handsome self, sir?

He even makes ugly sweaters look freaking adorable. Wtf.

I can’t take this. He looks so unbelievably cute. I want this Darcy!

It only gets a lot better.

When he looked absolutely debonair.

This is too much for my heart.

A young, dashing Firth.

My heart skipped a beat.

He really shouldn’t be sitting alone here.

If I found him like this, I would just take him into my house.

Being a true British. He can take his tea anytime, anywhere.

May I have some, too?

His rapport with Taron Egerton is so incredibly delightful. I think we can all agree.

In fact, I like how Taron looks like this loyal sidekick while Colin walks ahead in Kingsman: The Secret Service.

When Colin gave Taron a top notch gift.

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This. Just this.

Look at their laugh. Swoon.

Or this. Taron rubbing Colin’s arm to let him know he’s got his back in any situation. And Colin can always count on him.

I get it, Taron. I totally get it.

Just when you thought it couldn’t get any more endearing than that. These two aren’t afraid to show the world they’re fond of each other.

Of course you did, boys.

This kiss.

Back to you, Colin!

The list can go on and on and on because I can keep appreciating this man and it will never be enough. He’s wonderful, endearing and extremely talented. It doesn’t matter if his movies don’t fare well. His presence always manages to leave a mark.
And he’s a sight for sore eyes.

Love me some amazing Colin Firth.

thegirlwhoknowsmagic  asked:

Solangelo Mortal AU where Nico works at his stepmother's flower shop and Will comes in intending to buy his mother flowers for Valentines day, but ends up buying two bouquets because hot damn that that black haired beauty behind the cash register is DEVINE!!

•This was absolutely fucking unfair
•All that Will wanted were some flowers
•Just some nice daisies man
•Apparently it was
•Bc the moment Will walked into Persephone’s Flower Garden and saw that adorable cashier working behind the counter he knew he was done for
•Now he sometimes comes in to awkwardly browse and stalk appreciate the beauty of that cashier
•Nico is like hella pissed man
•Some hot blonde customer came in a few weeks ago looking for stuff for his mom and Nico got hooked
•Now for some reason the guy keeps coming back and this is so unfair to Nico like did he ask for this
•Will tries to talk his dilemma over with Lou Ellen and Cecil which may not have been the best idea
•"Buy him a bouquet and ask him out or something"
•"Isn’t that what Miranda did with you Lou Ellen"
•Lou Ellen Miranda and Cecil come into the store (Apparently Miranda’s half-sister owns it what a coincidence)
•Nico sees the girls and gets disappointed bc damn hot blonde dude prolly has a gf
•Then Lou Ellen practically shoves her tongue down Miranda’s throat
•Suddenly Nico isn’t so disappointed anymore
•Then the blonde dude walks up to him
•He has some red roses in his hands and his friends are behind him looking VERY mischievous
• Nico thinks they’re *Snape voice* up to something
•Blonde guy slides the roses to him
•For some reason his face is red
•Nico thinks his is too and he’s hoping nobody notices
•The guy’s friends are whispering
•"Damn he’s cute no wonder Will was flustered"
•"I’d date him and I’m aromantic"
•"Cecil you say that about everyone"
•"Sir this purchase is twenty dollars"
•The blonde guy’s face is even redder and basically if VeggieTales ever decides to go into real-action this guy could play Bob the Tomato
•"Oh uh"
•He fumbles with his wallet and Nico is trying not to stare the whole time
•Finally he pays and Nico tries to give him the bouquet
•Nico is so lost
•"Sir you need to take ur purchase"
•Finally he just blurts it out
•Dead silence
•Nico is pretty sure he needs to get his hearing checked bc no way in hell would a guy this cute buy him flowers
•"Can u repeat that pls"
•Will buries his face in his hands oh god what has he done
•"I bought the flowers for u bc ur actually super cute"
•"Wait what"
•Lou Ellen sighs
•"Ok Will just ask him out already it’s been weeks"
•"Wa it he wants to date me?“
•Nico doesn’t even think about it he just blurts out “What time?”
•Cecil wolf-whistles
•"Friday, at 6, movies?“
•"Uh yeah that works”
•"I’m Will btw"
Painted Wings

Dust clung to every surface, cobwebs weaving over the scattered paintings, lending a haunted atmosphere to the abandoned palace. The once-polished gold accents in the ballroom were dirty and faded, their luster lost to the years. 

Molly ran her finger along the railing as she slowly ascended the staircase, her steps echoing in the cavernous room, and came to a stop below a massive portrait. A family stared down at her, their smiles warm and welcoming. Something tugged in her heart and she tilted her head as she examined the painted family that seemed to look back at her. 

The mother, her brilliant red hair piled into a braided bun upon which sat a glittering silver crown and wearing a gown of rich blue with golden threads woven throughout, had rested her gloved hand atop her husband’s, which gripped the hilt of his sword. His royal uniform was cut along his strong figure, the only accents a braid of gold looping from one shoulder across his chest to a medal above his heart and a blue sash that crossed his chest and tied at his hip. At their feet, two children stood. The tallest girl came barely to her father’s hip, his other hand resting on her shoulder, and wore a dress of soft blue, her brown locks the exact shade as her father’s. 

But it was the youngest child in the soft yellow dress that brought Molly up short. The girl was perhaps a year younger than her sister, but while the eldest was a mirror image of their father, the youngest was a replica of their mother. Her red hair was a bit darker, but the upturned nose, brown eyes, and soft face were identical. And there was something so familiar about the child that unsettled Molly and she turned away, feeling one of her headaches coming. They always happened when she couldn’t remember why something seemed familiar, as though her mind was blocking something painful from her.

Visions of glittering gowns, snippets of orchestral songs, laughter, the tinkling of glasses, and a sea of twirling people crisscrossing in dance flashed through her mind. But each time she tried to follow the memory, the memory vanished, leaving her swimming in a vast sea of unknown loss and pain.

The strength of this headache was making her feel lightheaded and she hurriedly made her way back the way she came. She needed to get to Paris and the lady at the ticket counter had said William at the old palace could help. But he wasn’t here, apparently, and she needed to get out. There was something about this place that was familiar, but instead of feeling safe, she felt terrified and knew she needed to leave. Immediately.

She was nearly halfway across the room when a voice bellowed out behind her. ‘Hey, you!’

Molly gasped and looked over her shoulder to see a pair of men at the top of the staircase, neither looking too happy to find her here. Panicking, she broke into a run and had just made it to the barred door she’d climbed through when a hand gripped her arm and whirled her about. She immediately began pounding against the firm chest she was being held against.

‘Let go of me!’ She demanded, but the man simply tightened his grip. His suit was tailored to his form and she absentmindedly blushed when she noticed how his shirt was much more snug that proper fashion dictated.

‘Not until you tell me why you are trespassing,’ his baritone voice replied.

She stopped her struggles and looked up into the man’s heart-stopping eyes. She swallowed and glanced over his shoulder to see the other man, a shorter blond man, approach at a slower pace. ‘I…I-I was looking for William.’

The man holding her stiffened and his nose twitched. ‘And what do you need from William?

Molly felt her fear fade and indignant anger rise. ‘I told you why I came, now let me go!’

To her surprise, and relief, her arm was released and she stumbled away from the man.

‘If you have come for assistance in solving a little domestic dispute, I’m afraid William cannot be bothered to waste his time on such a pitiful case. Be gone with you.’

‘Sherlock,’ the other man warned tiredly.

Molly drew herself up to her full height. She may be a penniless orphan wearing ratty clothes from the charity bin, but she would not be disrespected by this… this brute! 

‘I am seeking assistance, William, for an entirely different matter,’ she snapped, knowing full well the man who stood before her ‘Sherlock’ was the William she was looking for. His eyes widened and he blinked in surprise. ‘But I see I have come to the wrong place. I merely wanted a way to get to Paris, but now I wouldn’t take your help if you came to me on bended knee!’

With a regal lift of her chin, she glared at the man and spun on her heel. She may be clumsy normally, but when someone got her riled up, her confidence grew. She hadn’t taken more than three steps away when Sherlock’s voice pulled her up short.

‘Why Paris?’

Instead of scoffing, he actually sounded interested. Molly fingered the chain holding the pendant hidden beneath her dress. ‘Someone has been waiting for me.’


Turning, Molly felt the familiar, empty sorrow of a lonely past envelope her. ‘I don’t know.’

Sherlock looked her over carefully, as though reading her deepest secrets. He looked over his shoulder at the far end of the room, his eyes landing on the painting of the family. With a nod, he turned to the other man and grinned.

‘John, pack your coat tails. We’re going to Paris.’

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(idk if i should be writing this since i’m a shitty writer but 🙃. i’ll probably just delete this.)

Riley and Farkle have always been a duo. At least that’s how he remembers it. Brown doe eyes staring at him for a few seconds before skipping towards him from the other side of the playground when they were five to ending middle school together at fourteen.

Of course there was always Maya, the mess of blonde locks that was always next to his doe eyed princess, but he loved Maya too. It was always the three of them, but within those three, Riley and Farkle were always different. It was always like they had a tiny bubble around them, even with the blonde there. That’s not to say they ignored her, God knows Riley loves Maya with her whole heart, she could never ignore her. But, Riley still spared Farkle tiny glances, even when someone else was talking. He would still stare at her right back, not a care in the world as he watched her get excited over something, throwing her hands around as she talked, her usual grin plastered on her adorable face.

Even when Lucas Friar made his way into Riley’s big heart back in seventh grade, Farkle’s adoration for the girl did not waver. She still made time for him and yes, Farkle did feel threatened by the boy, but they soon became friends, best friends even. Not that it matters, her crush on the boy blew over about a two years ago, back in freshman year. Lucas is happy with his blonde beauty and Riley is happy for them.

She has dated a few boys, going on a few dates with Charlie Gardner again at the beginning of sophomore year. She tried to fool herself about her feelings for him again, the only outcome being sadness and broken hearts. She had an unofficial thing with their friend Zay, but eventually realized they were better off as just friends and that he still loved Vanessa either way.

She dated a guy named Grant for eight months, getting together with him about a month after she left Charlie. They were good, but not great. She wanted great, she wanted more. She deserved more. More romance, more passion, more love. She liked him, but she didn’t love him. So, when he had to move to Vancouver because of his dad’s job, Riley felt nothing short of relief, which made her a bit guilty.

She found comfort in Farkle. Riley knew she could call him whenever, and that came in handy when she felt lonely during the summer. Maya was out with Lucas and she had just broken up with Grant, so she would just ring Farkle and the first thing he would say would be “I’ll be right over.” She would thank him and ten minutes later, he would be watching something on Netflix with her, both of them cuddled up on the couch, throwing popcorn at each other.

Turns out, Isadora had broken up with him too, valuing her studies more than their relationship. He couldn’t really blame her, since it wasn’t her fault. All she wants is a fantastic education, which she obviously deserved, and he didn’t want to interfere with her dreams. So they had a talk and they broke up. He wasn’t just helping Riley, she was helping him too.

Cory and Topanga obviously saw them, and after about a month of teasing by her parents, Riley and Farkle started hanging out in her room instead of the living room. And, even after a whole month of watching his daughter on the boy’s lap as they bickered about nothing, Cory Matthews was still surprised when, after Farkle reluctantly informed his friends that he was going away for the last month of summer, Riley casually threw her arms around the boy and kissed him.

Turns out the two were doing more than watching movies…

Cory turns red, speechless, and most of all confused as he turns to Lucas pointing at him, a heavy frown on his face. “Oh, that ended a long time ago, Sir.” Lucas tells him, pointing to his arm around Maya.

Cory then points to Zay, who shakes his head. “Long distance with Vanessa.” He explains, making their teacher finally speak as he turns to the couple in front of him.

“How? When? Why? How?” He walks towards the two, who are now slightly scared. “Did you know about this?” He turns around to face his smirking wife, who nods.

“Everyone did.” Riley says as Farkle wraps his arm around her waist.

“Then why didn’t I know?!” Cory asks, almost yelling.

“Because the rest of us have eyes on our faces.” Maya shrugs.

Cory stops for a seconds, eyes falling on all of them before he sighs, finally getting the picture. All the times they asked their daughter where she was going and she smiled a big smile before muttering a simple “Farkle…”. How she would always come back with as even bigger smile on her now red face. How they would always sit a bit too close to each other, even before that summer, or how they always had tiny inside jokes… How why she still has an orange turtleneck in the back of her closet. He looked at them one more time before muttering. “Farkle?”

“Yes, Mr. Matthews?”