i am your boss. is that clear

Headcanon: If the SLBP guys accidentally time travelled to the future (part 1)

A.N: A imagine from me XD I admit I am beyond bored in my class 😂😂😂

Tagging @jemchew , and @rainbowatnight (SURPRISE HOPE YOU FEEL BETTER

Will post part 2 with 4 other lords soon!)



• You thought he would freak out

• seeing that he was in a wholly, different, weird, alienic world than his

• But

• “I demand you to show me this fortress of yours now.”

• Not only he is not freaking out; he has a smug look on

• “Excuse me?”

• “Is my orders that difficult to grasp you insolent woman?”

• “No, I meant why in hell should I even show you every corner of my house!” You snapped back

• “What, you dare defy my orders?”

• You groaned

• well you should show him who’s the big shot or that big head of his is going to get bigger

• “Yes, so?”

• Nobunaga widened his eyes.

• Did she, a lowly misbehaved insolent idiotic woman just spoke back at him?

• “Now, Mister Oda Nobunaga, three things you should know is-” You cleared your throat “First, I am the person who brought you in after you crashed on my roof so you have no right in hell to get rude at me. Second, you shall not call me INSOLENT. Third, I am the boss here and I make the rules. You overcross them, out. UNDERSTOOD?”

• Okay maybe he’d underestimated the people in this world.

• they sure had a short fused temper.

• “…understood.”

• Well he would go along for this once

• plainly because he isn’t familiar with this place.

• When he is

• You are going to get it from him.

• “So” you handed a broom, a mop and a bucket to him and he looked at you, puzzled.

• “Why are you giving me this-”

• “Did you expect me to clean the mess you made?” You gestured at the pile of debris from the broken roof.

• He glared at you

• “Woman, do you even know who I a-”

• “Oda Nobunaga, yes. So go clean up.”

• He stared at you

• and you gave him the finger before strutting away to your room in all your glory

• leaving him with a mop

• a broom

• a bucket

• a pile of debris

• and a raging feel to strangle you on sight.

• Forget about the whole get-it-from-him part

• he is going to kill you


• “What is this?”

• “Uh… a toaster?”

• He looked at you quizzically, finger still pointing at the recently identified object known as toaster.

• “What is it used for…?”

• “Uh…” you pondered “…for toasting bread..?”

• The question mime isn’t finished yet, though.

• “…may I ask how to operate it-”

Thought you’d never ask… you smirked to yourself.

• You eagerly grabbed two slices of bread and showed him how to use the toaster

• “See… when you hear a ‘ding’, it means the bread is already uh…. suitable for eating.”

• “Really? But…” He pointed at the pieces of brownish deliciously looking toast. “…they don’t look edible to me…”

• “Huh?” You looked at him mouth gaping and he gave you a apologetic look

• “It has…. quite a unpleasant colour… Mmph-!”

• You stuffed a slice of the ‘unpleasantly coloured’ bread into his mouth before he even get to finish his sentence and he gave you a look of shell shocked hesitation. You cheshire grinned up at him

• “Don’t knock it until you try it~~~”

• You winked at him playfully, and with a sigh

• *chomps*

• he bit into the crunchy brownish roasted grain and

• “!!!”

• Wow

• You thought to yourself

• this is the first time you saw a person, a real one, looking so… sparkly eyed by eating a toasted piece of plain bread

• His eyes could outshone a billion stars and power up every solar panel in Japan with their blinding realization of the taste of

• the legendary toast

• Yes

• That’s gotta be it

• “May I… have another piece?” He shyly (not shyly) raised his empty but crumb-filled hand in eagerness and embarrassment.

• You smiled at him and grabbed a loaf off the dining table

• “Sure!” You squeaked and he smiled back

• Moral value of the story

• no one could ever resist toast

• not even the legendary perfect af Mitsuhide.

• *evil cackle*


• “G-gaah….”

• You deadpanned

• “Yukimura… for God’s sake please stop staring at those girls they’d probably think you are a pervert-”

• “Bu-but… they… woman… dressed… legs…. GAH!!!!!” He shrieked hyper high pitched after blubbering a mess of jumbled words into a full (or maybe half) sentence to you, face redder than chillies

• You sighed

• maybe it was a bad idea bringing him with you

• But you just wanted to buy some clothes for him at the nearest shopping centre - he couldn’t go full on cosplay 24/7, absolutely no

• and

• he did said that…

*30 minutes ago*

• “I REFUSE TO LET A WOMAN WANDER ON THE STREETS ALONE AT NIGHT!!!!! As a man, it is my responsibility to protect you!”

• “But- ”

• “I won’t hear any of this! I’ll just tag along and you do your thing!” Yukimura straightened his back confidently


• …just like that

• but now you are not that certain who is the protector

• Who would know that Yukimura would be so terrified of women in skimpy miniskirts?

• “W-why do they… wear so… thin…”

• You looked at Yukimura who is turning pale-ish with scarlet tints to the ears

• …looks like you gotta get him outta here or the poor boy is going to combust

• “Yukimura, come here” You tugged on his arm forcefully, intending to lead him to a nearby department

• “GAH!!”

• You looked back at him, a huge question mark forming on your head

• “I- I can walk on my.. own…” Yukimura said, face darkened into a more prominent shade of scarlet than you thought possible, prying his arm away from yours and walked awkwardly towards a store.

• “Yukimura,”

• He almost jumped at the mention of his name

• “Y-yes!”

• “The clothing department’s this way”

• “O-oh… ok.”

• You almost laughed but you pinched yourself to hide it

• what a flustered cinnamon he is


• “….little lady…”

• “What is it Saizo” you called out, hands fumbling over some stray pins and rubber bands on your hair

• “Your device is singing”

• Saizo spoke, monotone as always

• “Just ignore it” You said, holding a pin with your mouth due to your already full hands “-oh wait, can you tell me the words on my phone?”

• Saizo glanced at the black device that had just sprinted bright with life and music “Mom.”

• “Ogh mom..” You mumbled, hairpin still between your teeth when it dawned on you

• “WAIT MOM?!!!”

• There was a violent thud, some crashing


• You sprinted towards Saizo, grabbed the phone from his hands and received the call

• “Hello? Mom??” you tucked a hand in your disheveled hair

• Saizo looked at you indifferently, watching your face gradually becoming pale

• “NO….! MOM NO…! Don’t come please I am not ready how many times had I told you I DONT HAVE A BOYFRIEND IT IS TRUE THAN THE FACT YOU ARE MY MOTHER”

• well Saizo had a hunch that things are going to be entertaining in a sense

• “MOM…! NO-” you paused your yelling, and stared in disbelief at your phone

• She had hung up on you

• she is coming

• right now

• and

• You looked at Saizo


• as expected, Saizo merely shrugged

• “Why should I?”

• You groaned

• “Please…. HELP… or if she sees you you and me are going to die”

• He raised a eyebrow, clearly amused “and why is that?”

• You almost pulled out your hair

• “Saizo, I AM SERIOUS. If she sees you… then… you are going to…”

• “What?”

• “become… my… boyfriend… or let’s just say… fiance… because my mom came to keep an eye on me and… she is kinda… anxious in marrying me to any guy…”

• Now it was his turn to look at you

• “No.”


• “I don’t-” Saizo’s speech was interrupted by a roar that suspiciously sounded like a engine from your lawn and you spotted a suspiciously familiar looking car just outside….

• “I DONT CARE ANYMORE YOU ARE GOING WITH ME!” you screamed, grabbed his hand

• pushed him in a closet, and locked it

• The door popped open and out came your mom

• “DARLINGGGG how are you lately!!!”

•You sweatdropped at the sight of her imposing image and Saizo’s attempts to get out of the locked closet

• “Uh… just fine mom!” you piped up when you hear a loud thump from the closet behind you

• “Um sweetie what was that?”

• You gave a good kick to the closet beside you


I’ve been playing a bunch of Darkest Dungeon (coming up on finishing year 2 of my first campaign; I’ve cleared all bosses in the Ruins and Weald and am making a path to the Swine God and the Alluring Siren in the Warrens and Cove, respectively; I just got the final Prophet tonight), and reading what people say about “optimal” D&D5 play

Specifically, a thing that they’re saying is that the only hit point that matters is your last, so healing anyone who isn’t down is a waste, as is any heal that is not done with a bonus action when a bonus action will do (to recover more than your last hit point, spend hit dice)

In Darkest Dungeon, that’s sort-of true too; a character with 1 HP and a character with full HP are equally effective, and equally at no risk of being one-shotted. But DD adds the mechanic that a character who has ever been to 0 HP that adventure takes a wide-ranging, if minor, penalty. The mortality debuff hurts just enough that you’ll feel it in every way, but it doesn’t make a character useless at anything

That little thing means that, except in the boss fights that make it impossible to keep people off death’s door (I’m thinking the Prophet, with his “rocks fall, these two people take a large amount of damage” ability, and the Hag, with her cauldron, in particular), you want to avoid having your adventurers even touch death’s door, even if you can pull them off before they die (which isn’t guaranteed, given the randomness in the turn order)

I wonder what new tactics would develop for D&D5 if a change like that were made (-1 to any roll you add an ability modifier to after you’ve been at 0 HP until you get a long rest, maybe)

Coffee Creamer Kisses || Peter Parker [[request]]

[[requested prompt: A Peter x reader where the reader is a waitress and Peter and Aunt May come in and she serves him and they’re both a stuttering mess and she spills Peter’s water (when he goes to clean himself up Aunt May finds out your shift is ending) and Aunt May goes to the ‘bathroom’ but leaves because your shift is ending and Peter and you talk and plan a date and it’s all fluff please! I love your writing so much!]] 

i’m determined to finish all of these requests (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)و 

tags: {anonymous}

{{request status: still open}}

**don’t repost/plagiarize this story! reblogs are fine!**


Originally posted by v-writings

You were a normal teenage girl who worked part time at a well known diner in Queens. So far, your shift was going great with little to no mistakes on your part. 

You hadn’t mixed up a single order and had managed to collect a decent amount of tips. With a happy bounce in your step, you look up at the time to see that it was nearing the end of your shift. You probably had another 45 minutes to go before you could head home. 

While you were busying yourself with wiping down the tables, you hear the door to the diner open as one of your coworkers alerts you to the new customers, “They’re sitting in the booth seat, do you mind taking care of them?” 

“Not at all, Patty! I got this!” You exclaim excitedly and pull out your pad, readying your pen as you head toward the table. When you got closer to the table, you finally got a good look at who was settled in the booth seat and immediately began to tense up. 

You felt your throat clench upon seeing Peter with his aunt at the table, feeling yourself turning red when you manage to stutter out, “P-Peter, hello!” 

His aunt’s eyes widen with recognition before looking back at Peter, “No wonder you wanted to eat here!” 

“M-May, it’s not what you think! I j-just really like their coffee and burgers! Who d-doesn’t like this diner’s burgers, anyways?” 

May rolls her eyes, but you weren’t paying much attention to their exchange since you were feeling so nervous at the fact that your all time crush Peter Parker was here. 

Peter was practically a celebrity at Midtown High- well actually, you take that back. He wasn’t too popular, but he was known for his genius intellect. You swear, there wasn’t a guy that was as smart (or as cute) as he was. Not only was Peter super smart, but he was incredibly kind as well. 

You remember when you shared your biology class with him. When the teacher had talked about meiosis and mitosis, you had no idea what was wrong with your brain that day because nothing seemed to click with you. By the end of the day, you were nearly pulling your hair out because you were so frustrated since you didn’t understand the lesson at all

You tried to take some time and study in the library, but you kept on mixing up all of the phases. Admittedly, you were close to giving up when a sweet voice called out your name. 

You looked up to see Peter approaching your table, placing his backpack on the ground beside him as he took a seat across from you, “Hey, uhm, I couldn’t help but notice that you were struggling a bit with mitosis and meiosis. Do you mind if I help you?” 

At his question, you quickly shake your head and eagerly accepted his help, “Please Peter, I really want to understand this so that I won’t fail this exam.” 

He flashed you a sheepish smile before opening his biology notebook, letting you read over his incredibly detailed notes before explaining the lesson to you. 

Despite how he helped you that day, you had yet to have any further contact with him, that is, until now

Even before Peter had helped you, you had always harbored a deep and embarrassing crush on him, and him being here in the diner that you worked at was not helping at all. 

Clenching your eyes shut, you take in a deep breath and think to yourself, It’s okay, it’s just a boy. A really cute boy, but still! A BOY! You’ve seen plenty of boys in your life!

But when you opened your eyes to see Peter’s nervous smile as he stared at you, you knew that you were screwed since this wasn’t just any boy; this was a boy that you were completely enamored with. 

“A-Anyways, I’m s-sorry for b-being kind of a spaz right now!” Haha, cute boys like Peter does that to me. “What can I s-start you guys off with to drink?”

“A glass of water for me.” May answers. 

“I-I’ll have some c-coffee with the s-sugar and c-cream on the side, thanks.” Peter tells you as you stiffly wrote down their drinks so that you wouldn’t forget. 

“I’ll b-be right back!” You were mentally berating yourself now for stuttering so much. God, why did your crush have to be here to ruin your perfect shift? Ever since you laid eyes on him, you knew that you were bound to fuck up one way or another. 

After waiting five minutes, you come back to Peter’s table with the drinks on your tray. Peter sees you and flashes you the most fucking adorable smile you had ever seen, and you were so captivated that you stopped paying attention to the tray in your hand. 

What transpired in the next couple of seconds was going to ruin your life. 

With increasing horror, you watch as your tray tilted as it made the tall glass of water tumble downwards-

and straight into Peter’s lap

He lets out a shaky gasp upon feeling the ice cold water land against his jeans, and you quickly set down your tray with the hot cup of coffee (you didn’t want to burn him as well!) and apologized profusely to him, “Oh god, Peter, I’m so sorry!!”

“It’s f-fine, I’m fine, totally f-fine!” Peter tries to reassure you, but you were beyond mortified at the moment to even take his words of comfort, “No really, I’m so stupid and I just- argh!!” 

Peter stands from his seat and places a hand on your shoulder, “Really, it’s okay. A little spilled water never hurt anybody, so don’t worry too much about it, okay?” 

Peter’s gaze was so sincere that you actually felt your anxiety melt away when you nodded, “O-Okay, thank you Peter, for understanding.” 

“Again, it’s not a big deal.” He gestures over to his aunt, “I’m going to clean up in the bathroom, be right back!” 

You watch Peter as he disappeared into the men’s bathroom, letting out a sigh when May began to laugh a bit at you, “There’s no need to be so nervous, [Name]. Peter is a sweet guy, and I’m sure he won’t reject you, so why don’t you just ask him out and finally put him out of his misery?” 

“Eh?! W-What are you talking about m-ma’am?” You look back at Aunt May, seeing her bright eyes twinkling in response when she told you, “You’re [Full Name], the girl Peter helped, right?”

“Y-Yes, how did you know that?” 

“Well,” May trails off, placing a hand beneath her chin as she debated on whether to tell you or not. In the end, she gives you a wide smile and says, “Peter has been talking about you nonstop, calling you the ‘cute girl in his biology class’ that he never had the guts to talk to. Apparently, he found out that you worked here from a friend of his, but ssssh, you didn’t hear that from me.”

You felt your face turn a bright shade of red in response, rendering you unable to form a coherent sentence when May quickly (thank god) changed the subject, “What time do you get off work?” 

“Uhm, at 7 ma’am.” 

“Oh, so you’ve got 20 more minutes to go?” 

You give her a nod when May picks up her purse, “Well, I’m going to go freshen up a little bit. Why don’t you go ahead and do whatever you need to do and come back to take our orders later?” 

“Okay, uhm, sorry again for spilling water on your n-nephew.”

May smiles and waves off your apology, “It’s quite alright, [Name]. I raised Peter to be a complete gentleman, and rest assured, I made sure that he would never hold grudges against pretty girls.” 

She gives you a wink before heading to the women’s bathroom, allowing you to finally breathe as you made your way back into the kitchen to calm down. 


After taking a short break, you return back out into the dining area, making your way toward Peter’s table when you stopped. 

He was all alone now, and his face was so red that you wondered if he was still mad at you since the front of his jeans were still slightly damp. 

“Peter, u-uhm, where’s your a-aunt?” 

He gulps, running a hand through his messy locks of hair before telling you, “She went home and made me s-stay here.” 

“Oh.” You were internally panicking again when you took out your pad and pen, “W-Well, you must be hungry if you stayed! So what would you like to eat?” 

Peter shakes his head and begins mixing his coffee, “I…I don’t have much of an appetite. I’ll just have coffee.” 

Your throat was clenched shut again when you bowed down to him, “P-Peter, honest, I’m really sorry for spilling water on you. I understand if you don’t wanna see me, so I’ll just-”

“NO!” Peter immediately stops you, grabbing your wrist as he pulled you back to his table, “That’s not it at all. I…I don’t have much of an appetite because I feel so nervous…because you’re here.”

You felt your cheeks turning red again when a loud whistle interrupted your thoughts. Looking back, you see your boss as he told you that your shift was done and that you could head home. 

“Okay, thank you Mr. Richards!” 

You look at Peter again, seeing him smile at you when he shyly asked, “So, you’re done with work?” 

“Y-Yes, I am.” 

“Then,” Peter clears his throat, looking away from you momentarily when he asks, “Do you mind if I walk you home?” 


This had to have been a dream. 

It had to be

There was no way that you were walking hand-in-hand with Peter Parker.

You couldn’t even believe that Peter was telling you a bunch of nerdy science jokes, and that you were actually (genuinely) laughing at each and every one of them because they were so cute and funny. 

And you found yourself blushing each time he stared at you like you were the only girl in the world (but little did you know, through Peter’s eyes, you were the only girl for him).

This had to be a sweet dream, and you were honestly afraid of waking up. 

Almost too soon, you arrive in front of your apartment building. Facing Peter, you softly thank him while shyly placing a strand of your hair behind your ear, “Thank you, Peter, for walking me home. That was really sweet of you.” 

Peter shows you a crooked grin, “You sound happy, but your expression is saying otherwise. Would you rather that I not walk you home?” 

“NO! Of course not, I…I really enjoy your company. It’s just….” You bite at your bottom lip and look away from him, “I’ve always wanted to get to know you better because…I kind of really really like you. So being here with you- it’s just like a dream to me. And I’m afraid that I’ll wake up disappointed, because you won’t be there.” 

There was a tense and awkward silence in the air before you heard Peter softly say, “Then how about I prove to you that this isn’t a dream at all and that I like you, too?” 

“Huh?!” You immediately look up, realizing that Peter’s face was directly in front of you. He leans closer to you, slowly shutting his eyes when he captures your lips in a gentle kiss. 

When you taste the sweet coffee creamer against his lips, you knew that you would quickly become addicted to this feeling and wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing Peter even closer to you as you kissed him back. 

After a few seconds, Peter pulls away and breathlessly asks you to be his girlfriend, to which you answered him with much enthusiasm when you kissed him again.


Who Am I?

Summary:  You struggle with your nature and a certain solider wants to help you find yourself. 

 My take on the a/b/o universe.  This is going to be non-cannon, after the first Avengers but with some changes. 

Warnings:  IT WILL GET DARK!  WARNING FOR RAPE/NON-CON.  In this chapter though there’s nothing, just set up. Some swearing. 

Tags: @divadinag, @ariwolff14, @mrssgtjamesbuckybarnes, @marauderice

               The sample came into focus under the microscope. You hitched your breath and added a drop of the solution.  Your heart raced as it appeared to work.  The cells were responding. Tears started to well in the corner of your eyes, but before they could drop the cells mutated again, the serum bubbled away and they remained unchanged.  

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Sherlock Holmes X Male!Reader - interesting.

Sherlock Holmes [bbc] X Male!Reader
warnings: light language, light sexual themes, mentions of rape/attempt of rape
he/him pronouns used for reader
** reader is around mid-twenties and therefore younger than sherlock

“John, someone’s at the door, go get it.” Sherlock drawled from where he was perched on his desk, fiddling on his phone, “John, did you hear me? I said there was someone-“ 

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Track 15: "Story of a Dream"
Track 15: "Story of a Dream"

Translated Track 15, “Story of a Dream”, from the Mob Psycho 100 Drama CD!! Audio is from @popipoyan (Thank you so much for posting them!). Proofreading done by @hikapoi & their friend Yoli! (Seriously, follow them for translations as well!! They are such an amazing translation partner!!).

@popipoyan‘s Drama CD Audio Masterpost: [LINK]

Here are the translations. Enjoy~:

Track #15: Story of a Dream

(Mob snoring, then waking up)

Dimple: “Oh, Shigeo. You’re still awake at this hour?”

Mob: "So you still haven’t fallen asleep either, Ekubo. I had a terribly frightening dream…”

Dimple: “A nightmare, huh?  What kind of nightmare was it?”

Mob: “It was a bad dream… Huh? What kind of dream was it again? I can’t remember…”

Dimple: “What? You already forgot?”

Mob: “If I recall, the entire world was being enveloped in darkness.”

Dimple: “Pretty dark, right off the bat!”

Mob: “And there was a fearful being that lurked deep within the darkness”

Mob: “That’s why everyone. Closed their windows. Hid the keys. Lived in hiding, where no one would find them. And trembled in fear.”

Dimple: “You.. by any chance, have something troubling you?”

Mob: “But… At this rate, they couldn’t stay in hiding forever. At that moment, the window to my room opened.”

Dimple: “And what was there?”

Mob: “Ekubo arrived. ‘Let’s go together’ he said”

Dimple: “~Story of a Dream~”

Dimple: “I am so cool!”

Mob: “When I went out, something out of the darkness appeared and went after me. I ran. And when they chased after me, Ekubo appeared.”

Dimple: “Why~”


Dimple: “I am so cool!!”

Mob:'Use your psychic powers’

Dimple: “Me~~!!”

Mob: “I was able to use my psychic powers. And the darkness disappeared. As I ventured further, what appeared in front of me was a strong, frightening creature.”

Dimple: “So the nightmare boss made an entrance!”

Mob: “My psychic powers were unresponsive.. And then Ekubo came in again. ‘I’ll lend you power,’ he said.”

Dimple: “I was such a guy!!”

Mob: “Ekubo then took possession of me to take on the enemy. The darkness dispersed, and light was brought back to the world. All around, it became clear”

Dimple: “That’s a nice story! How was this a nightmare?”

Mob: “Before I noticed, Ekubo…”

Dimple: “What happened with me? Don’t tell me during the boss fight I….”

Mob: “While Ekubo was possessing me… he wouldn’t leave! And then that’s when I opened my eyes.”

Dimple: “HAH??! …It wasn’t because of someone else? You were frowning because of me?”

Mob: “That’s right.”

Dimple: “You jerk… Constantly making  a fool out of me!”

Mob: “But when I opened my eyes, and saw you get angry, Ekubo, I was relieved and no longer afraid anymore. It seems like I can sleep now.”

Dimple: “Tch… that’s right.”

Mob: “Well then, I’ll see you tomorrow”

Dimple: “Have a good dream”

Mob & Dimple: “Good night”

TL Notes: Mob & Dimple are such adorable & nerdy friends~ I hope to see some fanart of this drama CD in the future!~

Yes, Mr. Park

for @chimsboonochu

Pairing: Jimin x Reader
Genre: Smut
Summary: He was your boss, who liked to punish you and all you were allowed to say was “Yes, Mr. Park”

Moodboard: @hiimcaroline
Disclaimer: rough sex/spanking etc. Dom!Jimin
Chapters: 1 / 2

Slowly one eye peeled open, then the other as you stared blinkingly at your watch, trying to collect your thoughts, ignoring the pounding in your head, only to realise you were probably already late for your meeting. Cursing quietly, you rubbed your eyes and got yourself ready as quickly as possible. You made your way into your small bathroom, where you failed to master the shower controls and ended up having an exhilarating but freezing cold dousing mid-way through washing your hair. The effect was not only and instantaneous wakeup call but persuaded you to hurry as nothing else could. Skirt. Blouse. High Heels. A bit of make up. Then you rushed out of your door.

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Imagine getting turned on by Sir Patrick scolding someone, only for him to find out and punish you for it (NSFW)

(WOOOOOOOO SIR PARTICK 😏😏😏 Just got too inspired by him XD so hope it is as requested and you all like it!! LONG SMUT AHEAD XD Gif not mine/found it on google/credit to the original owner.)

“You bloody fool! This was meant to be reported to me since yesterday! Why the hell am I only learning of this now?!”

“I-I’m sorry, sir…”

“Sorry?! You’re fuckin’ sorry?! You think that’s enough!”

“Sir I-”

Sitting by your desk, the commotion coming from your employer’s office could be heard throughout the hall. Since early morning, your workplace had been nothing but a loud ruckus. Sir Patrick Morgan, your boss, was in a rather bad mood today and with all the mistakes a coworker of yours had done, it wasn’t hard for him to just let his anger out.

From your office, you could hear their voices loud and clear, especially that of your Sir. It didn’t even matter that the door was closed, you could clearly hear each and every single words that he was blurting out in anger and exasperation.

Staring at the door, you focused on his voice, slowly realizing the effects he was suddenly having on you. His words were harsh and brash, making sure to get his point clear. Mixed in with his growly tone, all made your throat dry and have to swallow hard to calm yourself.

The air around you was suddenly getting warm despite the cold outdoors and nothing else around you seemed to matter at that point. You had completely stopped typing whatever was needed to be typed and could only think about how rugged your refine boss must be looking at the moment.

For quite some time, you had grown somewhat fond of him. His kindness and gentleness had reach to your heart and made you blush on multiple occasions before. However, his authoritative demeanor and appearance in the recent days, made you you want him in the dirtiest ways you could imagine.

Licking your dry lips, you truly you started to feel some heat from within your body surging out onto the outside and looked around to see if anyone else was paying attention to you before finally deciding to delicately unbutton the first few buttons of your blouse to let yourself breathe properly.

Listening to him nearly lose his temper was making it harder and harder for you to not fantasize about him treating you that way for other reasons.

You felt your core tingle and clench at his sudden raise of tone, all making your breathing slightly shallow. Trying to calm yourself down, you turned to look back down at your typewriter and tried to focus on your work at hand.

Useless, it was, as your mind ran back to imagining him completely using you as he’d see fit and slowly your attention was back at that door. He still wasn’t done scolding the hell out of that man and you just felt the warmth slightly getting unbearable.

Without a second thought, you huffed and made a quick move to remove your blazer, tossing it slightly to the side of your desk, still focusing on that dark voice of his.

Each single cuss and insult coming from his mouth, made you wetter at the thought of how truly dominant he could be in bed. Feeling embarrassed by the effects he was having on you, you crossed your legs, in hopes to stop yourself from being so aroused. It was starting to get frustrating, however, knowing that it wasn’t the right moment to be this turned on but God, did you needed to feel his wrath.

Without thinking, you shifted your thighs together, squeezing them subtly, in hopes no one would notice. You were trying your best to find some relief for your aching cunt and slowly ended up removing your heels, letting your toes curl freely.

Gripping onto your typewriter in one hand and curling your first in the other, you focused your attention on his voice and tried to find the perfect pressure for your relief. Thinking to yourself, if it weren’t for the few others down the hall, you would’ve slid your hand down to your panties to finger yourself but no here they were and you had to keep your voice in from letting anyone suspect you.

“Enough! Get out of my office! Now!”

With those final words, the door to his office opened and the man quickly paced himself to leave. You didn’t even register what had just happened apart from your boss’ voice being more stern than earlier, nearly bringing yourself to the edge as you squeezed your thighs together even tighter.

Your eyes closed on their own will and your voice started to betray you, letting out slight moans and whimpers. “I-I’m such a slut…Getting turned on by him like that…What is wrong with me…I really need to stop…But gosh…”

You tried to stop, shaking your head to forget what had happened but with him on your mind, your legs clenched harder and his title and name were suddenly the only thing that could escape your lips the more short of breath you were getting. The more you said it, the more you could swear he was whispering your name back sweetly yet harshly, as if he was encouraging you to keep going. 

“Sir…Sir Patrick…”

“I beg your pardon…”

The closeness of his voice suddenly woke you up, making you release your thighs and quickly try to regain control of yourself.

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Let’s Make a Deal {Part V}

Author: Zoe

(A/N: I had so much fun writing this series! Thank you all for reading, everyone!)

Mobster! Cassian x Reader

Plot Summary: 1954. All you cared about was earning money and surviving in the concrete jungle that we call New York City. However, ever since WWII ended, crime was rampant all around, and you managed to land right in the heart of it all. Cassian Andor was one of the local crime bosses, and the two of you managed to cross paths.

“Cohen, please make sure you take at least four people with you before the deal. Actually, bring Jyn along as one of them, she’s a good shot and we don’t want any casualties with this one.” He nodded and you leaned back into the whiskey shelf, sighing.

“Hey, Y/N, the new beer selections came in.” Bodhi popped in through the front door, as you smiled.

“Thank you for taking care of it. Have Joey’s team unload.” You made your way around the bar to stand in front of him. “How’s Cassian?”

You heard a familiar voice from outside chime in. “Doing just fine.”

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TITLE OF STORY: Exceptions to the Rules
AUTHOR: teacuphiddlesfics & cheers-mrhiddleston
WHICH TOM/CHARACTER: Twin AU - Jag!Tom & Exec!Tom
GENRE: Angst/Drama
FIC SUMMARY: A year after the events of What’s Yours is Mine, identical twins Thomas and William Hiddleston have fully acclimated to each other’s lives; William becoming a larger part in Thomas’s cartel, Thomas lending a hand in the family Hiddleston Corporations. Another important, albeit unexpected part of their shared livelihood is the inclusion of a bit of happiness in the shape of a woman: their employee, Amanda Tremaine.

Running out of hope that Thomas could ever be fully invested in a relationship with her, Amanda turns elsewhere, leaving Thomas with feelings that he cannot fully describe. But her new relationship brings out unforeseen circumstances that Thomas and William can’t ignore, leading all three of them down a path that will test each of them in their own way.
WARNINGS: explicit language, violence, drugs, sexual content
AUTHOR NOTE: This is a collaboration between myself and cheers-mrhiddleston and the sequel to What’s Yours is Mine. We’ll be alternating writing the chapters again, so make sure you’re following Madison if you aren’t already and stay up to date with the entire twins universe here

Hours had passed as Thomas paced the length of the small office in one of his discreet warehouses. No one spoke, the only sound the Russian’s screams as O’Malley worked him over, doing everything he could to find out Amanda’s location. William winced with each scream, his eyes flickering to the time with each scream. The longer this took, the longer this dragged on, the better the chance something could happen to Amanda. They’d know their man was missing by now. William couldn’t even stomach what more they could do to her.

“This is taking too long,” William murmured.

Thomas tossed him a dark look. “It’ll take as long as it needs to. We need that location.”

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The Admiral

“Why can’t you just be more like Gibbs?” His dad sighs and your mouth drops open. Is he KIDDING right now? You had to have misheard him or something.
“What did you say?” You ask ignoring Tim’s silent pleads to stay out of it.
“I asked my son why he can’t be more like his boss.” The Admiral says not even sort of ashamed that he’s humiliating his son in front of his coworkers, and girlfriend but he probably thinks you’re another NCIS Agent.
“That’s what I thought. And how dare you?” You say lowly but you know the rage is evident in your voice.
“Why does it matter to you?” The Admiral says coolly.
“Because I’m your son’s girlfriend and since he respects you he’s not going to say anything about what a massive dick you’re being.” Tim clears his throat and you hold up a finger. “Timothy I am not finished.” You say not looking at him. You can see Tony, Gibbs and Ziva in your sight line as well as his father but not him. Tony looks, shocked, is probably the best word for it. Ziva looks delighted and Gibbs looks, well, proud. “Tim is a good Agent. He’s brave, smart, loyal, and a good man. You should be proud that you raised a good man.”
“You don’t get to talk to me like this Agent.” The Admiral roars taking a menacing step toward you.
“Hey! Don’t raise your voice at me!” You snap, “Besides, I’m not an agent.” You smirk at him.
“Then I can have you thrown out of here.”
He threatens.
“You could but then I’d call my boss who’d call your boss then you’d get a really unpleasant phone call.”
“My boss is the President of the United States.” He scowls at you and you laugh.
“I mean your direct supervisor. The CNO.”
“Who answers to the president.”
“Who is my direct supervisor.” You say crossing your arms over your chest, “And she really likes me because her kids really like me.” He stares at you and you continue. “Gibbs is a good leader because he knows how to play to all of his teams strengths. If Tim was a mini Gibbs he’d never have survived on this team. He’s good at his job, he’s the best computer guy in this room and we adore him.” You shoot Tony a look stopping the joke on his tongue. “You should be proud of him. Not ridicule him.”
“At least someone knows how to stand up for him.” His dad mutters you march up to him and poke his chest.
“You’re not fucking listening to me.” Tim’s had enough and has wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you away from his father before the two naval officers with him get involved.
“Sweetheart calm down.” He murmurs into your hair before kissing the side of the crown of your head.
“He doesn’t say this shit because he loves you! You’re his father for crying out loud! I don’t give a shit what you think about me because I love your son and you hurt him! I don’t want to see the man I love get hurt over and over by one of the men he looks up to! That’s not fair! He’s a better man than you’ll ever be!” Tim still has his arms wrapped tightly around you but you’re so focused on his dad that you don’t notice the shift in his body language right away.
“You’re right.” His dad says softly. “I am proud of you Tim. I just want you to be the best version of you that you can be.”
“I know Admiral.” Oh god he can’t even call him dad? You roll your eyes but let it slide this time, the fact that you’ve won even a small victory here is enough. You’ll take it. His dad nods then leaves with his two officers at either side. Tim turns your body toward his and you rest your forehead on his shoulder.
“I’m sorry.” You tell him, “Not that I said it but where and how I said it.”
“I know. It’s okay. I do have one question.” You lift your head off his shoulder and look up at him. “You love me?”
“Hell yes I do.”
“Good.” He smiles, “I love you too.” He whispers into your hair before kissing you soundly to a loud whoop from Tony.

Amor Proibido

The inspiration for this story comes from two of Shawn’s songs I am currently very obsessed with. Based upon Roses and Treat You Better, this is the story of a 24 year old journalist encountering 19 year old pop sensation Shawn Mendes. Super awesome shoutout to @nothingholdinmeback for helping me better focus my thoughts. This is going to be a series so I am excited to see where this goes. Please enjoy and I gladly welcome all feedback, good and bad!

“We always long for the forbidden things, and desire what is denied us.”- Francois Rabelais

“…and this kid is going to be fucking huge and you are the one who gets the honor of writing the story for the cover!” My boss exclaims, throwing his hands up in some semblance of jazz hands to convey the excitement I am supposed to be feeling at being told such “amazing” news.

Instead, eyes narrowing and twisting a strand of magenta tipped hair around my finger, I ask him flat out, “What the fuck is wrong with the kid?” I bite my lip, searching for the give away about why I was given the story and not a more senior writing. As far as writers go at the music magazine I work for, I am at the fucking bottom. Most of the time I am writing blurbs about albums no one else wants to listen to or fetching coffee. There is no way I am getting such an honor without there being a big catch.

My boss clears his throat, hands lowering to his side as he lets out a long sigh. “He’s just… well, we have heard he likes to have some fun with the ladies so we thought it–”

I hold up a finger. “Stop the fuck right there, Brice. Shut your mouth before I do it for you. You cannot actually be telling me you are giving me the story because this kid wants to look at a pair of tits while I am supposed to be asking him interview questions. Because that would be sexist as fuck, and I know no one here is about that. I would rather pass on doing a cover story if it means I am getting it based on what’s between my legs. Fuck that.”

Brice laughs. “And that is why we want you to write the story. The sass and wit you possess. There is no one else who can go toe to toe with this Mendes kid the way you would be able to. When we landed the chance to score him for the cover, yours was the only name I would utter because I knew you were going to be the best one for the job. Because you are a goddamn amazing writer, and you won’t deal with this kid’s shit.”

I chuckle. “So you want me to write a story about some popular pop musician but do it with sass?” I raise my eyebrows, not sure I am hearing him correctly. I am still twisting my hair around my finger, heart pounding in my chest. Holy shit. I am going to be finally writing a real piece of writing… it’s exactly what I have been waiting for.

Brice leans on the edge of my desk, crossing his arms against his chest. “Play your cards right with this one, and you could be looking at assistant editor before you are even twenty five.” He holds up a hand before I can respond, adding, “Do not fuck this up though, or you’ll lose your entire writing career.”

No pressure, right?

Being escorted into a hotel room by a security guard shouldn’t feel weird. I have been around famous people before. This kid should be no different. Albeit I had to jump on a plane to do this interview because he is travelling, but I don’t mind. It is all part of my exciting job as a writer. I went to school for this. I have worked my ass off. I have earned this completely. But I still can’t explain why I have the nervous flutters in my stomach. Could be because this is such a big deal…but the more experienced writers I work with say it should be akin to breathing. But right now I can’t breathe, and I wonder if I made a mistake to just throw on a simple black dress with a grey cardigan. Maybe I should have dressed sexier… but that isn’t me.


I look over at he’s just sitting there, watching me with these deep hazel eyes. A smirk plays at the edge of his round lips. And he has this mess of curls. Like he just runs his hands through them constantly and doesn’t care about how haphazard they exist upon his head. His phone is in his hand and he taps it against his knee, clearly waiting for me to speak.

I glance to my side, realizing the security personnel now stands by the door and not next to me. I got so lost in my thoughts for a moment and… no. This is work. He is just some fucking musician. He is younger than for me, for fucks sake. I need to stop being so damn nervous.

“Please sit down,” he says gesturing at the leather couch across from the one he is perched on. He is still smirking at me, watching my every move and I can feel the fluttering still running rampant in my stomach. Probably should have skipped the wine on the plane…

I walk over and extend my hand, introducing myself to him. My face remains neutral, the epitome of professionalism. Then I sit down, taking my bag off my shoulder and placing it next to me.

“I’m Shawn…” he says, waiting until I take my digital recorder and iPad out of my bag. He is staring at me with curiosity, I can just sense it. He reminds of the boys from high school who would stare at me just because I was “pretty” suddenly. They used to make fun of me, and then when I grew into my looks, I was suddenly worth their time. It is sad to see the male species never changes.

I hate how he affects me. It is like he knows how good he looks. I can appreciate someone’s aesthetics, and Shawn is just dripping with them from every being of his existence. He has this sharp jaw line, these taut muscles, and he is probably really good. In short, he looks fucking good for only being nineteen. But he is a kid, and he is fucking cocky about his looks. I can just tell by the way he smirks, like he expects me to fall at his feet. But that is going to happen when hell freezes over.

I just need to get the start of this interview done because I am going to be doing a whole story on him so I get to interview him multiple times before putting together the final piece. Not to mention, I am sure there is going to follow ups since he is going to be the next big thing or whatever Brice said about him. None of that matters, I am here for a job. The end.

His phone buzzes and he responds to a text, fingers flying across the screen before he puts the phone face down and looks at me. “So you are the one who is going to be writing the story about me. I thought they were going to send someone more…”he rolls his wrist, trying to search for the right words. “More male, I guess. I thought they wouldn’t want to send a woman after what happened during the last interview I had.”

I almost drop my iPad, not wanting to know what he is talking about. I was warned vaguely about Shawn, but I didn’t think he was going to talk about it to me. I am going to be recording and writing about him. You would think he would want to make a good impression. “Excuse me?” I demanded, daring him to elaborate as I turn on the digital recorder.

Those hazel eyes twinkle, watching my hands turn on the recorder and place it on the table between us. He raises an eyebrow and leans in closer, “You heard me just fine.”

“I am here to do my job, not listen to you tell me about unimportant moments in your life,” I say, opening up my iPad to the app I use for all of my note taking so I can create a cohesive piece after I listen to the audio as well. I notice there is a little bit of edge in my voice, more than I was anticipating so quickly. 

“Isn’t your job to hear all about my life though?”

“Yes, but I have a purpose when I am going to be asking. I don’t need like some random commentary about things no one else gives a fuck about related to you. I am interviewing you for a music magazine so I am going to ask you about music. I don’t think it is that hard to understand,” I snap, my eyes meeting his with a challenging look. 

“I can talk about music just fine,” he states, chuckling. “I was just telling you I was surprised about their choice. Of course, I am not going to complain at all. I am grateful they sent-”

“Stop,” I cut him off, not wanting to hear a bunch of bullshit lines. “Let’s just do this preliminary interview so I go back to my own hotel room and eat some fucking food because I am hungry and tired, and I am wasting my time right now listening to you change the subject over and over.”

He bites his lip, looking at me with those eyes and he smiles. It isn’t a sardonic smile either. It is a genuine smile, like he finally understands I am doing my job. It as though he sees me finally, and it causes all of the air to escape from my lungs. Those fucking eyes. 

“Sorry,” he says, holding up his hands in surrender. 

“Thank you,” I acquiesce, feeling calmer and wishing the air would return to my lungs. I hate the way a kid can make it so I am not able to breathe. He is younger than me, and this is my job. No more, no less.

“Usually everyone they send to interview me is old enough to almost be my parent… how old are you anyway?” Shawn questions me, leaning back against the couch and letting his mouth let go of the smirk I thought was going to be etched into his marble like face the whole time.

I blush, knowing he is going to think I am old once I tell him my age. “Um. I am twenty four. So…uh…not old enough to be your parent haha,” I force out a fake laugh, feeling my palms start to go sweaty. What the fuck is going on right now.

He raises an eyebrow. “You’re young.”

I sigh. “Not compared to you, Shawn.”

He shakes his head at me, looking at me as though I am crazy. “No, you are young. And I know you must be talented to be doing a story on me. Not to sound conceited, but I know your magazine is very well known and the cover story isn’t just handed to someone without good reason.”

Is Shawn Mendes complimenting me? Is this happening?. Fuck. There goes the air in my lungs again and my palms aren’t faring much better.

“I am okay, I guess,” I say, not wanting to talk about myself. 

“You must have some type of talent to be working for such a good magazine and doing this interview. You should try and give yourself more credit sometimes. It can be good for the soul to admit you have talent.”

“Can we just do this interview so I can go eat? This is about you, not me,” I say, scanning my notes for the questions I have ready to ask him. “So… what makes this album different than the others?” I keep my eyes on my words, refusing to look at him so this can end sooner.

He is silent for a moment, eyes flickering as he wonders why I won’t elaborate anymore. Then he shrugs, not saying a word.


Shawn looks at me with the most intense gaze, knowing he is getting on my last nerve. There is something about him which gets under my skin.

I don’t need this in my life. I just wanted to do my job and be done. I had to get on a flight right after work, and I am so tired because I did not sleep last night. I don’t need Shawn Mendes to test my patience anymore. I just want this over.

“Can you answer the question?” I prompt, tapping my fingers on the edge of my iPad. Waiting.

Shawn shrugs again, the smirk returning in all of its glory. 

“What about inspirations for this album… are there any particular ones you want to talk about?” I ask, sighing for a moment and wishing I was eating a pizza and soaking in a hot bath alone.

“I am always inspired by those around me..” he trails off, leaning closer with his elbows resting against his knees. The couches are close enough he could reach out and…

“Inspired by those around you..” I echo, taking quick notes and noticing how dry my mouth is. I lick my lips nervously and keep my eyes away from him. He can’t know what he does to me or this is never going to end. 

Shawn nods, taking the time to let me write down some more thoughts before he decides to elaborate more on his answers. “In the past year, I have learned a lot more about who I am as a person. As in, how I am no longer a kid. I am growing up, and I think my music reflects who I am becoming and shows where I have been. It is a journey, as I am sure you know. You’re a writer too…we grow and develop. We learn who we are…what we like…what we want..” he looks at me as he speaks, hazel eyes intensely gazing at me. 

“I want to be happy,” he says with a shrug, his words heavier than he will detail. “Just like everyone else.”

Imagine... Protective Stark Tony Stark x Reader

Originally posted by sam-kaulitz

I love writting, and I love writting in english even when I am not a native english speaker, so I thought I would give it a go here. I hope you like it and if you do and have any request you can ask for them. Meanwhile, I will post imagines everynow and them. They will be about all of the Avengers, the Winter Soldier, Game of Thones, Once Upon A Time, One Direction, The Vampire Diaries and… I think that would be all for now haha if i think of anyone else, I will let you know in case you are interested :) xx


You had been working at the Stark Tower for two years now. At the beginning it was a trial period but when it was over, you got a call from Tony Stark’s assistant and girlfriend, Pepper Pots. Apparently, Mr. Stark wanted you back. It was a surprise, a really good one. That happened almost 3 years ago and not much had changed since then. The Stark Tower had turned into the Avengers Tower, they all lived in there, yourself included, since there was plenty space for everyone.

At the beginning you weren’t living there and your job was being Pepper’s assistant. But after a few weeks, something happened between Pepper and Mr Stark and you all saw how she left the tower, taking all her belongings with her. After that, you started your new job as Tony Stark’s personal assistant. It was weird at the beginning since he was a bit hurt and sad without Miss Pots and the only way he had to hide those feelings was being an absolute asshole to everyone. Luckily it was a phase and after some weeks, he asked you to move into the Tower with everyone else.

Living there was always funny. Seeing the Avengers training was captivating and after a few weeks, Clint started your training as well since he saw some potential in you. You used to train everyone with all of them for a while. You loved it with Nat, you hated it with Thor since he wasn’t good at controlling his own strength, and you feared it with Tony. Not because he was too strong or he would hurt you, but because of the feelings you had developed towards your boss.

Plus, now you weren’t just Tony’s assistant, you were also a SHIELD agent, which was helpful since it gave you some time away from Tony so you could clear your head off his arrogance but sweetness and the same time, and you were about to go to your first mission with Natasha and Clint.

“You don’t need her!” Tony told Nat for the eleventh time as we were getting the quinjet ready to go.

“Yes, we do, Tony”, Natasha said. Her voice let everyone know how tired she was of this conversation with Stark.

“I am going, Tony”, you said, “I am sure you can handle your paperwork for a few hours.”

“What if I can’t?” He said as you get into the quinjet with a bag full of weapons.

“Tony, all of you are too known and easy to recognise. We need someone nobody knows. And that’s her. She’s ready for this.” Clint said while he was checking his bow and his arrows.

“She’s not! I have seen her training and she’s not ready.” Tony said.

You frowned as you heard him saying such thing. You got out of the quinjet and stood in front of him with your arm crossed. You thought it was sweet that way he tried to protect you but at the same time you couldn’t understand why he tried so hard. You were just an assistant, he could get another one if something happened to you.

“I kicked your ass just yesterday, Tony.” You said making Nat laugh. She had seen the whole boxing fight, along with Steve.

Tony looked at you and crossed his arms as well, locking his eyes with yours, death serious. He didn’t want you to go. What if something happened to you? He was your boss and if he let you go, the fault would be his.

“Don’t go, please…” He finally said.

You sighed and walked to the chair where you had your bag with some clothes in case you needed them. You took it and walked to the quinjet, before getting in it you turned to look at Tony.

“You have a meeting in an hour. Your suit is ready, hanged into the closet and your shoes are next to your bed, Mr Stark. I will be back in a few hours.” Was the last thing you said before getting into the quinjet.

“I am your fucking boss (Y/N) and I command you to come back here now!”

But the gates were already closing and there was nothing he could do. All he wanted to was putting on his Iron Man suit and following you but he couldn’t do such a thing. Once you were gone and the quinjet was nowhere to be seen he took a deep breath.

“Damn it!”


“They left five hours ago! Where are they?” Tony asked.

He was in the common room of the Tower with Bruce and Steve. They haven’t heard of any of you since you left and it wasn’t a long mission. You should have already come back but where were you?

“Calm down, Tony, they are alright”, Steve said.

“We don’t know that. I’m getting the suit”, he said.

But just when he was about to go down to his lab, the sound of the quinjet filled the room. They all looked at each other and got up, running to the elevator to go to the roof where the three of you would be landing. Once the elevator’s door opened when it got the roof, Tony’s colour left his face as he saw Clint carrying you out of the quinjet.

“No, no, no, no!” Tony started saying as he ran towards Clint.

“Tony, let me through, she’s loosing too much blood.” Clint said running to the elevator.

“What the hell happened out there!?” Tony yelled at Natasha as she was walking slowly. “You were supposed to take care of her, fuck!” He yelled. Natasha sighed and looked at him, worry feeling her eyes.

“She got a shot in her stomach. I didn’t get to her in time to protect her”, Natasha explained.

“I told you. I told you she wasn’t ready”, Tony hissed. He turned around and ran into the Tower again, after Clint, Bruce and you while Steve stayed with Nat.


You opened your eyes feeling them quite heavy, just like you felt your head dizzy. When you looked around you didn’t know where you were at the beginning but you recognised the nursery of the Avengers Tower. Its’s not like you remembered much of what happened, but you knew you had been shot in the stomach, you remembered the pain, the blood and blacking out. At least you were alive.

You sighed and finally your vision got clear enough to see your boss, Tony, slept on the chair next to the bed. You smiled warmly at the image but it also confused you. It’s not like you didn’t have a good relationship with your boss but you couldn’t understand why he was there, looking like he hadn’t showered in days, instead of Steve or Nat.

“Tony?” You said loud enough to wake him up. He looked around and then at you.

“(Y/N)!” He said and hurried towards the bed, taking your face in his hands gently. “Are you ok? How are you feeling? Does it hurt?” He started saying, not even giving you time to answer.

“Tony stop!” You said shutting him up, “I’m fine, just a bit dizzy. How long have I been asleep?” You asked.

“Three days. You lost…so much blood. We had to give you some, which wasn’t easy since you have a very rare blood type”, he explained. You chuckled a bit, knowing how true that was.

“So who saved my life?” You said smiling. He smiled a bit more and looked down, like he was blushing but that wasn’t possible. It was Tony Stark we were talking about. Then it hit you “You?”

“Yeah… It happens we have the same type and stuff…” He shrugged.

“Thank you.” You said taking his hand in yours. He looked at your hands and sighed before looking at you.

“You are not going back to the field. Ever again.” He said which made you frown.

“Like hell. Of course I am!” You replied.

“You almost died out there! I’m not taking any risks. Not with you!” He exclaimed.

“What’s wrong with you!? Do you have any idea about the times I have healed you!? How many times have I told you to rest but you didn’t listen?”

“It’s different! I…” He closed his eyes and shook his head, “you are not going back out again. Period.” Before you had the chance to reply he had already left the room.

What the fuck was wrong with him?


Finally you were able to leave the stupid white bed and you could move back to your room. You hadn’t seen Tony since you woke up and you had that argument but, being honest, you didn’t even feel like seeing him. You missed him. All of him. His jokes, his sarcasm, his ego, but still… you didn’t feel like seeing him.

“How is Mr Stark?” You asked Steve, who was helping you to get to your room.

“He has been locked up in his lab since you woke up,” he informed you.

“What? What is wrong with him?” You asked walking into your room. Steve sat you down on the bed and then he sat next to you, “I just don’t get why he is so stubborn. I liked it out there. Yeah, it didn’t have a nice outcome for me but still… I liked it. What is the problem?” You said looking at the Steve.

“You really don’t see it, do you?” He asked with a small smile as he looked at you. Confused, you shook your head. What was he talking about? “He…” He chuckled and looked down, “I should not be the one saying this, you know?”

“Obviously, he is not going to do it so…tell me”, you asked him. He nodded and sighed before looking at you.

“He loves you, (Y/N).” He said simply. Leaving you shocked at what he said. That wasn’t possible.


After an hour talking to Steve about it, you finally admitted that you loved him, that you had loved him for a very long time. Steve said you really should talk to him but what were you supposed to say?

“Just go!” Steve said. “But slowly, you know…the stomach and all…” he said looking at you worried.

It still took you half an hour but finally you were standing in front of the lab’s door. You could hear him inside, talking to FRIDAY and also working you guessed.

“Hello, Miss (Y/L/N), Mr Stark doesn’t want to be disturbed at the moment”, FRIDAY said. You sighed but knocked on the door anyway.

“Tony! Can we talk?”

Nobody said anything but soon you heard the door being unlocked so you walked in. After looking around, you saw him down on the floor, fixing something from his suit. You had always loved seeing working with his hands, it was hypnotizing. You walked closer to him and stood in front of him silently.

“Can we talk?” You asked. Since he said nothing you bit your lip knowing you would be the one doing all the talking. “I was talking to Steve about…your…protective behaviour towards me. He told me he knew why it was but…” You closed your eyes, trying to put some order into your head which was a complete mess.

“So the Cap is now able to look into my head?” Tony said without looking up.

“He told me you have…feelings for me.” You finally managed to say. This time, Tony stopped working and looked at you seriously. You bit your lip and looked away. You had been so stupid. Of course it wasn’t possible. “And of course I told him that was impossible since I am just your assistant but I had to…ask.”

You felt like you were going to start crying anytime soon so you turned around and started walking to the door. You wished you could run, though, but the wound wouldn’t let you.

“FRIDAY, lock the door”, you heard Tony and then the door being locked. No. “Are you serious?” You heard him. “Just my assistant?” Now you could hear him closer to you. Taking a deep breath, you turned around finding him walking towards you. “Do you really think I would let someone who is just my assistant live here? I would let her become a SHIELD agent or an Avenger? I would help her with her training? Do you think I would spend three days sleeping next to the bed of someone who is just an assistant?”

By the time he finished talking you were already against the wall and he was just in front of you. You didn’t know where this was going, or you did but you were too scared to think about it.

“As much as I hate to say it, Cap is right.” He finally said locking his dark eyes with yours, taking your breath away with every single word he said. “I don’t want you to back out again because I can’t live without you, I can’t lose you, because I love you.”

You were completely speechless which was something rare in you, but you had no idea what to say even when it was obvious. All you had to say was that you loved him too but the words were just stuck.

“And it’s ok if you don’t feel the same, I will be just your boss, but I don’t want you to go around thinking you’re just my assistant because you are much more than that to me”, he added and turned around to go back to his work.

“I don’t want you to be just my boss…” He stopped and turned around again to look at you, a light appearing in his eyes. “I…I love you too, Tony. I have loved you for a very long time…”

He looked too shock to say anything but he moved quickly and pinned you against the wall, kissing you all of sudden, with his tongue all around your mouth and his hand on your hair. You sighed into the kiss and kissed him back. He was the first pulling away and with a sigh he rested his forehead on yours.

“Next time you go on a mission… You are going with me”, he whispered with his eyes closed.

You smiled a little and took his face in yours to kiss him softly once again.

Oath | Ch.23.1 | Jungkook

Genre: Angst | Mafia!AU

Members: Jungkook | You/Reader | Yoongi | Taehyung | Namjoon | Hoseok | Jin | Jimin |

Summary: What if one day everything you ever wanted is taken away and your whole world comes crushing down? If you were to forget today, who would you be tomorrow?

Originally posted by berry852

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Word count: 3,044

A/N: After a long long time, here it is~ I am sorry for the long wait, and thank you so much for your patience and understanding!!  I decided to cut this chapter into two parts so that I won’t keep you waiting even more (because it would have taken me a few more days to write everything). So here is part one of chapter 23. Hope you will enjoy it~ ^^ 


“What do you mean you lost them?! Are you fucking stupid?! You incompetent shits are good for nothing!”

“We are sorry, boss! He saw us coming.”

“Of course he did, you idiot! He’s been a member of the group ever since he was child, he knows how we do things. Don’t ever underestimate him, and cut it with the excuses, they make me sick!”

“What should we do now?”

“What should you do? You should go shoot yourself, you idiot! Bring them here!”

“Yes, sir!”

The sound of the phone hitting the hard wood of the desk covered Namjoon’s low growls. What he hated the most was people failing to do their job, and lately that was happening too often.

“These bastards…”

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Negan’s Match Part 115

I watched as Jax ate his breakfast.  A little bowl of cereal that Negan made sure we always had.  Since Jax was born, Negan always made special runs to get things for Jax. He always made sure that he never went without.  I watched as Jax spooned every little bite into his mouth.  His little legs kicked underneath him. He was the picture of pure innocence. A carefree mind that the outside world had not tarnished.  To him, the outside world was just another playground.  He couldn’t wait to see it.  Even though, Negan and I had tried to fully explain to him that the outside world was a dangerous place, his sense of wonderment and adventure saw past the warnings.  He was so much like his father.  Hard headed and determined.  When he got something in his mind, there was no escaping it.  

Negan walked up behind me and laid his hand on the back of my neck.  He leaned in to my ear and took a deep breath.  Even when I was angry at him, the man was intoxicating.  No man I have ever met set me on fire like he did.  I wanted to strangle him and watch the life leave his eyes all while being so deeply in love with him that sometimes it was all I could possibly bear.  He lifted his leg over the bench I was sitting on and sat next to me.  He had his head turned watching Jax eat his breakfast. “All ready to go buddy?  Are you excited to go out with Dad today?” Jax squealed with delight still finishing his cereal. “Tell your beautiful mommy that we are going to be very careful and that you promise not to leave Daddy’s side at all times.” Negan slid his hand down to the small of my back and up under my shirt. He lightly touched the sensitive skin on my back with his rough calloused fingers which caused goosebumps all over my body. Feeling my reaction to his touch made him smile. He looked at me and I heard him take a deep breath.  He moved his face close to mine but I never turned my face to him.  He leaned in and put his lips to my ear. “I am going to finish what my fingers started later.” I nudged him in the stomach which made him wince and then laugh. I stood up and he grabbed on to my jeans. I looked down at him and jerked out of his grip.  

Originally posted by the-winchester-s-guardian

I bent down and looked directly in to his eyes. “Don’t forget, anything happens to him I am going to shove Lucille so far up your dick hole that you will taste the wire wrapped around her.” I smiled showing my teeth and stood straight up. I barely stood over him even when I was standing and he was sitting.  I started to back away and he grabbed my arm. “I love it when you talk dirty to me like that.” 

I rolled my eyes at him and turned to look at Jax who was watching people clean up around him.  I walked over to him and helped him clean up his area.  I lifted him up and stood him on the bench so he was eye to eye with me. Negan stood up and the table shifted some which made Jax wobble a bit in place. He giggled and I looked at him with a very serious face. “Now you listen to me Jackson, you better stay with your daddy at all times.  Do not leave his side for any reason.  I know you are excited but the outside world is a very dangerous place.  If you see anything that is to scary just grab on to your daddy and close your eyes.  Do you promise me that you won’t run off from him?”

His bright little eyes looked at me through his long eyelashes.  I imagine Negan looked very similar when he was this little. He pouted his lips some and nodded. “Yes mommy, I promise to be good and stay with daddy the whole time.”

“Okay, as long as you promise and your daddy tells me you are good, I am going to get you something while I am out on my run today.” I pulled him in and hugged him hard.  I loved the feeling of his little body in my arms.  I loved the sound of his sweet, shallow breath. The giggle he made when I squeezed his ribs to tight.  I released him and zipped his jacket up.  I helped him down from the bench and looked up to see Negan walking over to us.  Jax ran up to him and hugged his leg.  “You ready to go buddy, I think the guys are waiting for us.  It’s time for your big adventure.” He rubbed the top of Jackson’s head. “Just let me kiss your beautiful mother goodbye. A man never leaves without kissing his woman goodbye.”

He moved towards me and wrapped his arm around my waist.  He pulled me up against him and looked in my eyes.  “Everything will be okay my love. We won’t be gone long.  And of course, you will do well to do the same.  I don’t want you guys gone to long.  You know how I worry when I am not there to protect you.” I took a breath and nodded.  He pulled me in and pressed his lips against mine.  He held me there and almost took my breath away. We were interrupted by Dwight clearing his throat behind us. Negan broke the seal of our lips and took an irritated breath.

“What the fuck do you want now?” He didn’t turn to face him, he kept his eyes on me.  Dwight didn’t say a word. I winked up at Negan and pulled away from his grasp of me.  I smiled at Dwight. “Everything packed up and ready? We are going a little farther today, I want to go past that lake we saw last week and see what we can find.  We may need more ammo than normal” 

Dwight nodded. “Everything is ready to go.  I packed up extra water just in case.  I know how you like things to run.  I have only been on runs for you for about 6 years now.  Don’t you think I know how you like it?” I heard Negan growl behind me.  I ignored him and kept my attention on Dwight.  “Okay, we will be leaving in about ten minutes.  Make sure everything is ready.”

Dwight looked down at the ground and scratched his head for a minute. “Well, there is something I wanted to run by you. I don’t really know how you will feel about it.” 

I stood there waiting. “Just spit it out Dwight.”

Originally posted by heartfulloffandoms

“Well, do you think it would be okay if Sherry came along today? She has been hounding me lately to come on a run and I told her I would ask.”

I shook my head, “Dwight, we are going somewhere today that we have never been.  I don’t think it is a good idea for this to be her first time out.  She has been here for a long time. Tell her I said that we will take her on a run soon but today is not the day.”

He looked down and shook his head slowly. “Please,” He begged. “Please let her go, I promise she won’t get in the way.  I will watch her. Please, do this one thing for me.”

“Fine Dwight. She can go.”

Negan cleared his throat. “Uh, is anyone going to ask my permission?”

I rolled my eyes and turned to him. “Why would we need your permission for this? This, my husband, is my decision. That is why Dwight asked me.”

He chuckled. “Well, my wife, I think sometimes you forget that it is actually Negan that runs this place. Negan is the boss here, not you, you are my wife. Second in command, but Dwighty Boy here actually needs to ask my permission for this.” 

I shook my head, “No Negan, on my runs, I am in charge.  Not you.  If I say Sherry can go then Sherry can go.  That is the only permission needed.” I turned back to Dwight.  “Go and tell her to be ready, we are leaving in ten minutes. Give her a hand gun to carry.  She knows how to shoot right?” 

Dwight, not wanting to ruffle any more feathers just nodded and turned away. He walked off and I turned back to Negan who was watching Jax run around and play in the hall a couple of feet from us.  His jaw was clenched and I knew he was angry. I needed to get his mind off of it so he was focused when taking our son out today.  I walked up to him. He didn’t turn to face me, he continued to watch Jax run around. I grabbed his ass and squeezed it playfully.

“I am going to get some of that ass when I get back tonight, right!”

Negan’s jaw line softened and he cracked a smile.  He slapped my ass making me jump a bit. “Baby, when I get a hold of you tonight, the compound is going to hear you being fucked every which way from Sunday.”

The Proposal

So since my blog got deleted, over the next few weeks I’ll be reposting most of my old one shots. This one is one of my favorite AUs. Enjoy.


An AU based on the movie The Proposal. Killian is the editor in chief at Morrison & Jones Publishing, and Emma is his assistant.

Word Count: ~14k

Emma Swan smiled as she finished the last sentence of her new manuscript. She couldn’t wait to show it to her boss, Killian Jones, the editor in chief of Morrison & Jones Publishing.

Unfortunately, her boss was something of a tyrant. Emma’s parents told her to quit almost daily. She usually worked fifty or sixty hours a week as the assistant of Killian Jones, but she was convinced that all her hard work and dedication would get her a promotion.

Emma’s thoughts were interrupted when her boss poked his head into her tiny office. “Miss Swan, I’m going to need you to work this weekend.”

Emma looked up from her computer. “But I am going home this weekend for my grandmother’s 90th birthday. I cleared it with you weeks ago.”

“You can celebrate her next birthday. I need you here this weekend. This is your job Miss Swan, and it has to come first,” Killian said.

Emma’s computer pinged, indicating that she had received another email.

“Is that your family?” asked Killian.

“Yes,” said Emma.

“Did they tell you to quit?”

“They tell me every day,” said Emma.

“Well, it’s a good thing you can’t say no to your devilishly handsome boss. I’ll need my coffee in twenty minutes.” Then he left before Emma had a chance to respond.

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Alright, so allow me to put forward a really self-indulgent idea for everyone involving the Office AU. 

After many late evenings finishing projects, after many office parties and weathering crisis’ together, you are now very good friends with CEO Noctis, the the rest of the Chocobro execs.

One day, they as really good friends of yours, decide they want you to have a great time after working so hard for the company. Like, you need a night out or something, right? Some genius Prompto decides that you need to go on a date and convinces the others of the same thing. So after some rigorous searching of their own, they set you up on a blind date with A Person.

Of course you think this is weird as hell, but you agree, you need a night out and the guys have gone through this trouble of setting up this date, so okay. You’re gonna go out for your sake, for their sake. I mean, it’ll be a good time right?

It would in fact, not be a good time.

Let me tell you all about:

That One Bad Date (‘You had ONE job, guys!’)

Originally posted by elliejoys

i.e the time the Chocobros were meant to save you from a bad date, but decided to fuck shit up for their own amusement, to establish dominance, to be shits.

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Safe - Dean Winchester x Reader (Office AU) - Part 3

Title: Safe

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word count: 3,423

Warnings: Reader used to be one of Christian Grey’s submissives

Original Imagine: See here!

Read Part 1 here! l Read Part 2 here!

A/N: Finally I have this up. Sorry for the delay I just had to rewrite it because, yeah, my pc is being a bitch. Anyhow, I know I made Christian a little bit of an asshole in this and I feel kinda sad. I guess he just needs love, not that I approve of what he did to Anna though.

Also, I am currently working on more of that Jensen one-shot as many of you asked so no worries ;)

Anyway, enjoy~! xx’

“He was my lover, Dean. Christian and I were lovers” you breathed out.

“Wh-what?” Dean stammered, breaking the silence that has surrounded you.

“He- He and I- We were romantically involved, if I could ever call that”  you mumbled, fidgeting with your hands.

“Oh” he said with no emotion. You looked up at him and saw him stare at you with an almost cold expression, his jaw was clenched and you could clearly see that he was… bothered? Why would he be bothered by you having an affair with with Christian, even in the past, unless… Unless he was interested in you?

You shook your head trying to dismiss the thought of Dean being even in the slightest bit jealous because he had feelings for you. No, that was only your wishful thinking. To Dean you were just an assistant, or even a good friend, but nothing more for sure.

“But I don’t understand, what made you want to quit your job with him then?” he asked in a rough voice.

“I-” you licked your lips “Things happened. But I should better start from the beginning” you saw him give you a small and reluctant nod and you continued speaking.

“When I started working with him I-” you let out a small sigh “I couldn’t deny that I was greatly attracted to him” you said.

Dean clenched his jaw at feeling pang in his chest.

“I mean, who wouldn’t be? He’s like one of the most wanted men in New York, along with you and Mr. Stark. Any woman would be attracted to him, much more when she would get to know him. I was no exception. His manners, the way he moved, the way he talked and treated me made me fall even harder for him. I-” you spoke but Dean cut you off for a moment.

“You were in love with him?” his voice was laced with disbelief and… pain. It was obvious when you saw the look of hurt on his face.

You averted your eyes from him and bit your lip “I- think I was, but you can never be sure right? Love is such a strong word and I-” you let out a nervous laugh “-I had never used it before, I have never used it at all. So I don’t really know if I was”

“But anyway-” you cleared your throat “I didn’t make a move on him, obviously. I am not that kind of girl and he was my boss. There was a high chance that he did not feel the same way, I was sure he didn’t. He had never responded romantically to any of the women that openly showed their attraction to him so why would he show any interest in me?”

“But he did” Dean pointed out.

You let out a sigh and nodded “Yeah. Yeah he did. It took me by surprise, really. I didn’t expect that from him but yet he did make a move on me. He asked me out. After almost one year of knowing him and being so close to him he had asked me out. I doubt I even thought of saying no at that moment. My mind screamed yes and sometimes I wonder if I screamed it as well” you let a small laugh “But we went out, anyway. Many more times in fact. Until of course we became a thing. We never said it openly but we both knew it. At least I thought so. And things were going good, really good in fact. He was amazing. The ideal guy. Sweet, romantic, gentle. Always caring and thoughtful. I couldn’t believe my luck, because certainly I couldn’t think I deserved all this.”

“But something happened, right?” he asked and letting out a sigh you nodded.

“Yeah, something… happened” you said hesitantly and looked down at your hands “He- Well, let’s just say that he wasn’t exactly what he let everybody believe he was.”

You glanced at Dean and then looked back down at your hands. There was not going back now “He had a much darker side to himself that he showed only to a few people. The ones that he wanted to, anyway, and of course the ones that were involved. He had what you could say… a double life. He…” you bit your lip, not knowing how you could say this.

“He what (Y/n)?” Dean sounded worried now. He was leaning in closer to you so that he could have a better look on your face, his brows were frowned.

“He was involved in the BDSM lifestyle, Dean” you breathed out, daring to look at Dean.

You saw his posture straighten and his muscles stiffen “What?” he asked, voice just as low as yours previously, his eyes almost wide.

“He- he was involved with the BDSM lifestyle, in the privacy of his Escala penthouse anyway” you repeated.

Dean merely stared at you for a good while, unable to form any words. You averted your eyes from his and looked down at your hands but his voice made your head snap to his direction soon “Tell me he didn’t ask you to…” he didn’t finish his sentence but you knew what he meant.

“He- He proposed me to become his next Submissive and I- I-” you took in a deep breath “I accepted” you said.

“What?” Dean breathed out and you teared your eyes from him, unable to look at him anymore.

“I was young back then Dean. Not really young but still I- I didn’t know much about-” you let out a shaky sigh “I didn’t have much experience and although I was reluctant to agree I- I did. I didn’t know much and I-I didn’t know what Christian was capable of” you tried to justify yourself, some tears rolling down your cheeks as you thought back to that time. But mostly because of what Dean was going to think now of you. Was he probably disgusted at you? Did he hate you now? Did he not want to have anything to do with you? You regretted even speaking up in the beginning now. You-
Dean wrapped his arms tightly around you and pressed his body as close as possible to you “No tears, especially for him ok?” he said firmly yet softly, wiping out the tears from your cheeks “And no need to justify yourself to me.” he forced a small smile on his lips.

“Continue. And what happened next?”

“He-” you wiped a few tears, pulling away from Dean “He offered me a contract that outlined my role as a submissive, his role as a dominant, rules and limits. I didn’t understand much. I knew a few things but still- I guess nobody could have ever prepared me for what was to happen. He- Christian was much more… painful than I thought. It- Every time felt like torture, Dean, and I- there were moments that I would pass out from the pain. And the worst of all was that he seemed to be enjoying it. I stayed, though, thinking that things would probably chance that I- I would probably enjoy it as well, that no matter what it was still Christian and whenever I was with him we wouldn’t be doing… all of that. But things were not like that. He got more rough, praising me that I was one of his best submissives and saying that he would go easy on me. But he never did. And I- I just couldn’t take it Dean. I couldn’t take it anymore. It was as if I didn’t know that man anymore. He wasn’t the same person I had feelings for in the beginning and the pain- the pain never stopped Dean. It hurt so much that I couldn’t take it. I-I even began to have nightmares of him- of him doing-” you shook your head, letting out a trembling breath as sobs escaped your throat “I left. I ended the relationship and left him. Quit the job so that I wouldn’t see him anymore because the pain was and is too much to take. I tried forgetting but… the marks will be a constant reminder. I-” you were cut off by glass breaking.

You hadn’t realized in between your crying and talking how Dean had gotten up. You could now see the pure rage written all over his face, his fists clenched and him gritting his teeth to obviously stop himself from breaking anything more. A few bottles with whiskey were now on the floor in pieces as in a swift movement he had thrown them away from the table.

“The bastard” he growled and you found yourself scooting away in fear, even though his anger was not directed towards you.

“If I get him in my hands I swear I’m gonna rip his throat open” he growled and you bit your lip in fear. His calm and collected behavior fading away immediately. And it scared you because you had never seen him like this before. Never.

“That son of a bitch” he grumbled and you could literally see the veins in his head pop up from his anger.

“No, please Dean- I mean, Mr. Winchester. There is no need for you to be angry. It’s- it’s not important” you mumbled the last part mostly to yourself but of course he heard it.

“It’s not important?!” his voice was laced with disbelief “What the hell are you even talking about (Y/n)! The hell it isn’t important! That bastard- he- he abused you. That two faced son of a bitch abused and you- you-” he let out a trembling breath “You think you deserved it, don’t you?” he ended up asking, his eyes wide as he came into that realization.

“I- It’s not his fault. I agreed to it, he didn’t force me into anything. It’s my fault.” you muttered, brushing a few tears from your face.

“What the fuck are you just saying?!” he roared and you couldn’t help but flinch at the tone in his voice “You can’t just be taking all the blame for what that bastard did you.” he all-but-shouted.

He put a hand on his waist and ran another down his face. He mumbled - or more like growled - some incoherent things that you couldn’t catch as he turned his back to you. You jumped when you saw him punch a nearby wall and your eyes widened as you saw the blood run from his hand. He didn’t seem to care though, he was fuming - literally - and the anger was clearly visible as he ran a frustrated hand through his hair.

“It’s- it’s been a long time ago, there is no need for you to worry yourself with something like this. I’ve learned to live with that, anyway. Just like I’ve learned to live with all these scars. It’s- it’s not something I wouldn’t expect from him. Or any other man anyway” you muttered in between tears.

“What?” he breathed out and immediately turned to look at you, unable to comprehend what was happening.

“You’re kidding me right now, right? You have to be kidding” he asked but when he saw you not make a single movement his eyes widened even more.

“(Y/n)” he said more firmly but you did not look up at him, your head was bowed and your eyes focused on your hands.

“(Y/n) look at me” he said in a much softer voice, taking hold of your shoulders and giving you a slight shake and squeeze so that you were looking at him.

“You really think you don’t deserve something good in life?” he asked, his voice filled with hurt and you dared to shake your head. It was true that even before Christian you were rather self-conscious but after what had happened with him you had just been proven to the fact that you were not worthy of something good in life, of a man to treat you well. Of a man like… Dean.

“Oh (Y/n) but you have to see that you do. You do deserve something good. You do deserve for a man to love you and cherish you, sweetheart. You do deserve to be happy. You so deserve so much more than that asshole treating you like he did. You do deserve so much more than pain for that bastard’s pleasure. You do deserve much more, (Y/n)” he rubbed his thumb over your cheek he was now cupping.

“So much more” he whispered and you felt the corners of your mouth lift into a smile at hearing Dean say this. Mostly because he did not think any less of you after finding out the truth but because he actually treated you well and made you feel like you were worth something good. He gave you faith and hope in happiness. Something that with Christian you had long ago forgotten.

You had not realized how silence had surrounded you but you did not care anyway. It felt comfortable just looking at each other and being so close. Before you could realize it you saw him lean in and your breath hitched on your throat. You glanced at his lips for a second and you could swear that he looked at yours as well. Not that it mattered, though, because the gap between you was significantly becoming smaller and smaller until-

“I-I should better be going” you turned your head on the other side “It’s-it’s getting late and I should have already left by now” you mumbled.

He cleared his throat and pulled away “Yeah yeah. If- if that’s what you want. Yeah sure. I- I will take you there.” he mumbled and you quickly got up and away from him, biting your lip in thought of whether this was right or not.

Dean just sat there and let out a frustrated and sad sigh.


The ride to your home was silent, as much as it could be, and neither you nor Dean dared to say anything. You sometimes glanced at him and saw his eyes focused on the road, lips pursed meaning that he was deep in thought. Sometimes he would grip the steering wheel tightly in his hands as he thought to some things. All you did was gaze up at him and admire how the light you passed by illuminated his features just enough so that you could see him. Shining over his beautiful face that had you captivated.

At some point Dean turned his head to look at you and caught your eyes. You immediately averted them but could clearly imagine the smirk that would be on Deans face. You just looked anywhere but him but then you felt yourself jump. Your head snapped in Dean’s direction and then down to his hand holding onto yours softly, a small smile playing on Deans lips as he rubbed his thumb over your palm. The movement itself making a warm feeling run through you and goosebumps create all over your skin.

You bit your lip as you stared down at your hands and could hardly contain your smile… and blush. The rest of the drive was just spent with you sneaking glances at each other whenever you thought the other was not looking and locking eyes sometimes. Dean chuckling sometimes and you blushing like a mad.

“Here we are” he said as you reached your house; faster than you thought and even though you didn’t want to you removed your hand from his.

“Thank you for the ride and everything” you said and opened the door, about to exit the car. But him holding your arm stopped you. You turned to look at him with a small frown.

“(Y/n) are you sure you’re ok?” he looked worried.

You looked at him with an almost blank face but then a smile formed on your lips “Yes, yes I am. Thanks to you”

He smiled more and spoke again “Ok but if you don’t feel alright tomorrow you can take a week off, you know that? Or as long as you want to anyway. You rarely take a break after all.”

“No, Mr. Winchester I’m fine. Besides I like working with you.” you smiled and were quick to add “It- it takes my mind off things and such and yeah you know…” you trailed off with a nervous laugh.

“Alright then. See you tomorrow at work (Y/n)” he said and you nodded.

“See you tomorrow Mr. Winchester” you said and once again he stopped you before you could exit the car.

“Oh and (Y/n), please. Just Dean, when it’s the two of us” he said with a small smirk and you nodded.

“Of course. See you tomorrow Mr- I mean, Dean. See you tomorrow Dean” you said and he smiled more at hearing his name roll off your tongue so softly.

“See you tomorrow (Y/n)” he said in a soft voice and you smiled.

You exited the car and made your way to your house, not forgetting to turn and glance at Dean  that was still there watching you with a small look on his face.

-Next morning-

“Oh come on now!” Dean all-but-whined as you handed him another stack of papers.

“I’m afraid so” you could hardly keeping yourself from giggling.

“But come on, I think my hand’s about to fall off” he shook his hanging hand in front of and pouted like a little child.

“I’m sorry, but you are the CEO of this Enterprises. So the contracts need your confirmation Mr. Winchester” you told him with a small shrug.

He playfully glared up at you “I think I told you to call me Dean, didn’t I?”

“Sorry” you mumbled with a small blush.

“It’s ok, I can think of some ways you can make up for it” he wiggled his eyebrows at you with a grin and you rolled your eyes.

“Dean” you groaned and he chuckled.

“See you already got it” he grinned widely and then focused back at the papers in front of him that needed him to sign.

“What’s this?” he stopped himself from signing the papers in front of him.

“That’s uh, the contract regarding your collaboration with… the Grey Enterprises” you said “They called earlier and said that even though you did not attend your meeting yesterday they sent us the contract ready for you to sign. I went through it and I must say that it is actually really beneficial for our company so- What are you doing?” you stopped yourself and asked him as soon as you saw him tear the papers into pieces.

“We’re not collaborating” he stated, throwing the papers int a nearby bin.

“Call them- No, better tell somebody else to call them and tell them we refuse to collaborate with them.” he said in an almost growl.

You looked at him with a deep frown “But-” you only managed to say before he cut you off.

“We’re not going to work with them (Y/n) and that’s final!” he snapped at you and your eyes widened at his behavior.

“Sorry” he mumbled, running a hand down his face.

You hesitated but spoke “No it’s alright” you mumbled and he looked up at you with a small smile of his own.

“Ok then let’s talk about something else” he said trying to lighten the mood “What are you going to wear tonight?”

“What do you mean?” you frowned, leaning against his desk.

“At Tony’s party. I thought you knew about it” he frowned as well.

“Of course I do. Mr. Stark throws parties almost every night so that is not something new but I don’t know what I have to do with it?”

“Well Tony invited me over, obviously, but I don’t really wanna go there alone. So you are going to accompany me there. Besides, there will be some really important businessmen there so we will get to do some work as well, if that seems tempting enough” he said with a grin and you chuckled.

“It does sound tempting, I’ll admit” you said and he rolled his eyes with a knowing look on his face.

“But still… can’t you just go there without me? I know you’ll be able to manage without me” you asked him.

“I can. And probably I will, even though that seems really hard. But- I don’t really want to.” he looked at you with a soft smirk and you found yourself giving in.

“But I don’t have anything to wear” you said. In vain, though, because you already knew you were going to agree with him.

“Then take the rest of the day off. Get all dolled up and pretty, even though you already are, and I’ll come and pick you up by seven thirty. Ok?” he smirked at you and you nodded.

“Ok” you said.

You were happy that you’d finally get to take a break from your routine but at the same time there was a feeling in your gut that nothing good was going to come from this.

That something bad was going to happen. 

anonymous asked:

Imagine being Mycroft's s/o and texting one another gifs back and forth while you're both at work, trying to make each other laugh

Originally posted by deadpoolsheik

Myc you need to stop this Im at work you type erratically as Mycroft has once again sent another gif from god knows where to try and make you laugh.

You started it -M Mycroft accuses sending another gif.

Originally posted by srsfunny

Your boss is making what sounds like annoyance in her voice so you quickly look up to look like you haven’t been trading funny gifs almost throughout the entire meeting an smile.

When she looks appeased and less suspicious you shoot Mycroft another gif and a warning.

Originally posted by dawwwwfactory

Look babe u got 2 lay off or my boss is goin fire me.

The text shoots back so quick that you can’t hide the snort that comes out.

Originally posted by randomgamesblog

“_______ do you think this year’s quarterly profits falling is that amusing?” your boss demands the heat in her cheeks overpowering her blush and making her dark eyes shine bright in fury.

“No, I just um, well…” you struggle for an excuse and find that none are worth the trouble as your coworkers and superiors stare you down. This would definitely never be ignored by them for at least two Christmas parties to come if she didn’t terminate you. "I was just sent this funny gif,“ you add lamely showing the gif to your boss.

Her left eye twitches just a bit as she watches play on repeat.

Everyone is silent as they await her verdict before she admits, “It is funny but you need to focus on this meeting or you’ll be out of a job am I clear ______?”

It’s unsaid but you swear you can hear the collective sigh of relief from everyone in the room as your boss takes her mood down a notch.

“Yes ma'am of course,” you assure her hurriedly hoping this was the end of it as your boss made her way back to the front of the board room.

“And _____?”

“Yes?” you answer tentatively.

“Be sure to send me that gif before the meeting is over.”

Almost immediately your phone buzzes again and you take a quick glance down at it.

I told you so. -M

Originally posted by catsdogsgifs

One Busy Friend

Happy (belated) birthday to @avengeultrons/ @spiderpparker! I hope you like your present!

Summary: When (Y/N)’s parents are forced to go out of town just days before her birthday, she’s resigned to spending her birthday alone. Peter, however, isn’t just going to let that happen.

Pairing: Peter Parker/Reader (platonic mostly)

Read the previous works in this series: One Busy Bee (x) One Busy Spider (x)

“Are you kidding me?” (Y/N) said as she spoke on the phone. “You and dad are going to be gone another week?”

There was the sigh of her mother on the other end. “I’m sorry, dear. I really am. Our bosses made it very clear this was an important job, and she only trusted us to do it.” (Y/N) shouldn’t have been disappointed. Her parents worked so hard and (Y/N) knew they wouldn’t do this if they had any other choice. She was important to them, but so was their job. “I’m sorry, sweetie. Trust me when I say your father and I would much rather be back home celebrating your birthday.”

She let out a breath. “I know. Just… I’ll see you when you get back, I guess.”

“I love you,” her mother told her, her voice reflecting just how guilty she felt.

“I love you too, mom.”  A beep sounded, signaling that the call had ended. (Y/N) let out another sad sigh as the news set in. She’d be spending her birthday alone.


Peter was quick to notice something was up with (Y/N). She was usually so upbeat, even if she was having a fantastically crummy day. It took a lot to get her down and it was abundantly clear something had. When this behavior continued into the next couple of days, he was determined to figure out what was going on.

A few days after the phone call, Peter slid into the seat next to (Y/N)’s as he set his tray on the table. “What’s up?” he asked brightly.

She gave a weak shrug as she continued eating. “Nothing much.”

He frowned at her. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

A shake of the head was all he got. “Nothing. It’s nothing. Don’t worry about it.” It was obvious that (Y/N) wanted him to change the subject.

Peter hesitated but obliged anyway. “So what do you want to do for your birthday?” He’d already gotten her a present weeks ago, but he couldn’t think of any other innocuous topic to go to. There wasn’t much that he didn’t think would stress her out even more.

This had been the wrong thing to say as (Y/N) had immediately reacted negatively. “You know what I want to do for my birthday, Peter? Nothing. Absolutely nothing.”

“What?” His eyes widened slightly in shock and confusion. “What do you mean you want to do nothing? It’s your birthday! We should do something for it. We always do something for it.”

“I was going to do something with my parents, but naturally they’re going to be gone on the one day I want them home.” She hoped that would be the end of the conversation. Honestly, (Y/N) didn’t want to talk about this anymore.

“I’m sorry,” Peter said sympathetically. “Maybe I could come over and we could-”

“No, Peter. It’s fine, really. I just… I’ve resigned myself to being alone that day. It’s fine.” (Y/N)’s tone signaled this topic was done being discussed and that they should move on.

They spent the rest of lunch eating in silence. (Y/N) was quiet because she was pondering her situation, wondering how she’d celebrate her birthday by herself. Maybe she’d buy a package of cupcakes from the store and watch Netflix after she got done with whatever practice or rehearsal she had that day. She had so many things on her list but so little time to watch them. Peter remained quiet because he was mentally planning the best surprise party he could think of for his friend.


It was around three o’clock in the afternoon when (Y/N) finally walked up to her apartment that Sunday. There was something to be said about having a birthday on a weekend, even if one spent most of said birthday at rehearsal. Shuffling her cupcakes into her other arm, she dug out her keys and unlocked the door. As she opened the door, she was startled by a loud and resounding “Surprise!” from the plethora of friends from inside her apartment.

(Y/N) let out a scream and dropped her cupcakes on the floor, her hands coming to cover her mouth. She stood there for a moment before pulling her hands away and asking, “What are you guys doing here?”

It was then Peter pushed his way through the small crowd and addressed her. “They’re here for your birthday!”

“But- why- you- Did you plan this?” (Y/N) stammered.

“Who else was going to give you the party you deserved?” Peter asked rhetorically. “Besides, no one should spend their birthday alone.”

She couldn’t form a response. The idea that Peter had taken the time to put this together just to make sure she didn’t feel alone? It brought a smile to her face.

The guests began to disperse throughout the living area of the apartment, each one coming over to give some sort of greeting and a happy birthday as they passed. After this was done, (Y/N) looked over to Peter, who was standing rather awkwardly by the wall. She walked over to him and wrapped her arms around him in a hug. “Thank you for this. I really appreciate it.”

Peter gave his own small smile as he hugged her back. “Of course. You’re my best friend.” As he released her, he continued, “I’m just glad you liked it. I was a little worried I’d misread the situation and that you actually wanted to be alone, and that by doing this I was just going to make you mad.”

“Well, I mean, if it were anyone else, I probably would have been mad,” she half-joked with a laugh.

“I’m not sure if that’s a compliment or an insult.”

“It’s a compliment. Trust me.”

“You should go join your party. Then in a little bit we can do- crap!” His eyes widened in realization.

“What?” (Y/N) asked in concern.

“I forgot your present at my house,” he lamented.

“Don’t worry about it,” she assured. “This party is more than enough.”

(Y/N) enjoyed the few hours the party lasted. As guests left that evening and (Y/N) and Peter cleaned up the apartment, she couldn’t help but think about how lucky she was to have Peter in her life.