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Lesbian Asks!

I wanted something fun and light to do for once, so I made a list of lesbian asks for you guys to pass around! This will be a fun way to get to know all of you a little better (you can also send any of these to me if you’d like ;P).

  1. Femme or butch? 
  2. Do you have a “type”? If so, describe it
  3. Plaid button-ups or leather jackets?
  4. Describe your style
  5. Describe your aesthetic
  6. Favorite article of clothing?
  7. Favorite pair of shoes?
  8. Current haircut?
  9. Any haircut goals for the future?
  10. Describe the best date you’ve been on
  11. Describe the worst date you’ve been on
  12. Single? Taken?
  13. If taken, talk about your girlfriend/wife!
  14. If single, what are you looking for in a potential girlfriend/wife?
  15. Describe your dream wedding
  16. Do you want kids?
  17. If you could live anywhere in the world, where would you live?
  18. Favorite lesbian movie?
  19. Favorite lesbian novel/story?
  20. Favorite lesbian song?
  21. Favorite lesbian musician?
  22. What lesbian stereotypes do you fit into, if any?
  23. Ever been assumed to be nothing more than a gal pal?
  24. If a woman wanted to woo you, what would a surefire way to accomplish that?
  25. Be positive! What do you like most about being a lesbian?
  26. Are you more of a cat person or a dog person?
  27. Turn ons?
  28. Turn offs?
  29. Do you usually ask other women out or do you wait for them to ask you?
  30. What is your dream career?
  31. Talk about your interests or hobbies!
  32. What is the most attractive quality a woman can have?
  33. Do you love easily or does it take time for you to warm up to someone?
  34. Ever fallen for your best-friend?
  35. Ever fallen for a straight girl?
  36. The L-Word: yes or no? (love it or hate it?)
  37. Favorite comfort food?
  38. Coffee or tea?
  39. Vegetarian? Vegan? None of the above?
  40. Do you have any pets?
  41. Early-riser or night-owl?
  42. What is your sign?
  43. What is your Myers-Briggs type?
  44. Who was your first lesbian crush?
  45. At what age did you know you were a lesbian?
  46. At what age did you come out (if you have)?
  47. Are you crushing on anyone at the moment (celebrity or otherwise)?
  48. Talk about how your day went
  49. Talk about your dreams/aspirations for the future
story time: sex ed in the U.S.

I don’t have a belly button - it was surgically removed in the process of treating Crohn’s disease that progressed to life-threatening peritonitis about four years ago.

This isn’t a story about a belly button, or about intestines or any lack thereof. This is about the United States.

As part of a ‘getting to know you’ exercise a few weeks ago, a group of people and I were playing ‘two truths and a lie.’ For my turn, my lie was 'I used to live in Canada.’ I was called on immediately after the game was over for confirmation that my statement 'I don’t have a belly button’ was true.

I complied immediately, revealing a set of long purple scars that stretch across my abdomen - one of which crosses through the midline, no belly button in sight.

I gave a condensed version of the story and the general consensus was 'bro, sick.’ Except for one guy, who looked utterly horrified.

“Wait,” he said slowly, something clearly dawning on him, “how are you going to have kids?”

This threw me for a second, but I’m used to being asked that question - my abdomen is full of scar tissue, I’m missing some key organs, the medicine I’m taking to stay in remission is a known abortifacient and I may well not be able to have children. I’ve discussed it before, but generally not with strangers.

“Uh,” I replied. “Well, that’s a complicated question. There are a lot of factors and I don’t really know.”

“No, no,” he insisted. “You don’t have a belly button.”

“What?”

“Isn’t that how the baby… you know, eats?”

“I’m sorry?”

“So like, the baby couldn’t get food. Because there’s nowhere for the umbilical cord to connect.”

“Wait,” I said, deeply confused. “Like, how was I born? This is recent, I was born with a belly button. I lost it like fourteen years after being born, there wasn’t a conflict.”

“No, I get that, but if you had a baby, there would be nowhere for the umbilical cord to connect and it wouldn’t get food. You don’t have a belly button so there’s nowhere to connect.”

I paused for a second, the realization dawning on me that this guy had a winning combination of no boundaries and literally no idea how pregnancy worked.

“Dude,” another guy cut in, “that’s not how it works.”

“That’s how babies get belly buttons, man,” the first guy insisted.

“The umbilical cord is a source of nutrients, yeah, but they’re stored in the placenta,” I offered. “That’s a totally different organ.”

“Then why do the mom and the baby both have belly buttons?”

The second guy was getting kind of upset, but I was totally beyond that - this guy had graduated high school and was heading off to college to study political science and didn’t have a clue where babies come from. It was actually comical.

I decided to interrupt and change the subject before anything got heated.

“What do you want to do after college?” I asked the first guy.

“Oh, I don’t know. I guess I just want to be a politician - like, public policy, that sort of thing. Run for office, you know.”

And then the entire exchange made sense.

A Certain Elegance

@gdesertsand made an awesome mafia!au and felt inspired to write this scene. They made an ask blog about it @ask-mafia-lance-salazar. Go check it out!


“Lance. Come in, Lance.“ Shiro’s commanding voice rang in his ear.

“What’s up, boss man?“ Lance answered with a casual tone that always annoyed most of the paladins.

“Where the hell are you, Lance?“ As if on cue, Pidge snapped at him in their comms.

Lance grinned at the Galra soldier he managed not to kill during his infiltration in one of the control rooms. He shot both of the Galra’s knee caps just to be sure the alien won’t run away from him, and for the sake of precaution, Lance decided to tie the Galra up in one of the metal chairs in the room. And because he felt like it, he stuffed the Galra’s mouth with some cloth he cut out away from one of the fallen Galra soldiers on the floor. 

“I’m in one of the control rooms, Pigeon, cool your jets.” Lance whispered. “I’m a bit outnumbered but I can handle a couple of Galra soldiers on my own.” He even panted for added effect. They had to believe that he’s a little preoccupied so they’ll leave him alone, so he can do what he was known for back on earth.

“Are you sure, bro? I’ll be there in a few minutes if you need some assistance.“ Hunk, the bestest friend he could ever have, asked.

“Nah man, I can handle a few of these aliens. Besides, you and Keith have a mission. Protect the mullet head, yeah?“ Lance continued to whisper, shooting a few blasts from his bayard to sell his story even more. “I gotta go, guys, I think I just got found out.“ Lance pressed a button on his helmet which cut off his frequency away from the team. It was an altercation he made himself and no one seems to mind not hearing from him, so Lance figured why not.

“Now, we’re alone.“ Lance took off his helmet and placed it on the control board. He shook his head and massaged his scalp, his hair finally out of the confines of hi sweaty helmet. He made his way towards the Galra soldier who glared at him, yellow eyes glinting. “Comfy?”

The Galra mumbled against the gag in its mouth. Lance simply took another chair and sat in front of the tied up alien that was his prisoner at the moment.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” Lance reached forward, “Ooh what is this?” He brushed his fingers against the Galra’s pelvis, which made the Galra groan and saliva dripped past the alien’s lips, and took hold of a hilt of a blade.

“I didn’t know you have one of these.” Lance inspected the wicked sharp blade, the black and violet surface catching the light, giving it an eery glow. He wielded the blade from side to side just like what his older brother taught him, slicing the air with finesse and speed. The Galra stared at him, not believing the way lance wielded a bladed weapon. 

“You must be wondering where I learned to do this.” Lance continued to slash at the air but he was now slicing closer and closer to the Galra’s blown up knees. 

“Wanna know a secret?” Lance leaned forward, his hands on either side of the Galra’s head, caging the alien. 

“I’m a Salazar.” 

Lance smiled, a smile he rarely used these days. This smile was the kind of smile he only wore when he’s at home, where violence and mind games were raw, there is where he thrived and showed his colors. The smile- a predatory show of teeth- he always wear when things are about to get messy and go Lance’s way. It was a the Young Demon’s smile.  

Lance sighed in relief. There was something liberating from saying his family’s name, something every Salazar needs to be proud about. It’s like he never left the vast household that was his home.

“That name may mean nothing to you, but back on Earth?“ Lance languidly played with the knife, mere inches away from the Galra’s face. “The mention of that name can make grown men tremble in fear. But I guess here in outer space, the Salazar name doesn’t hold that much weight. I’d like to change that.“ He swiped the blade against the Galra’s face, drawing blood.

“Shall we begin?”


“I repeat,“ Lance situated himself between the Galra’s legs, the knife slicing through the Galra’s purple fur, digging deeper and deeper as he dragged the knife across the alien’s chest, “the Champion was captured with two other humans, one was even brought to the fighting pits. Where are they?“

“I have told you over and over again, Blue Paladin, I do not know! Please, please, I do not know. Please believe me.“ The Galra, Joras, begged. His yellow eyes were dull and wet with tears.

“I want to believe you, Joras, believe me I do.” Lance stopped his slicing and sighed at the alien. It’s time, he thought. Lance laid his hand against Joras’ cheeks with enough tenderness to calm a frightened lamb before the slaughter.

Joras nuzzled against Lance’s palm. Hook, line, and sinker.

“But I checked your credentials, Joras. You are one of the major generals in the Galran forces. You were the one in charge of the Champion when he was in the fighting pits.“ Lance wiped the tears that were flowing down the Galra’s furry cheeks, and cupped Joras’ face with his hands. “So you are either lying to me or you take me for a fool.“

Lance looked at the Galra in disappointment and frowned. He leaned in and kissed one of the slices he made on Joras’ cheek. “Which is it, Joras?”

“I-I…“ Joras refused to look at the Blue Paladin, confused on what to say.

“I get it. Really I do.“ Lance lifted his leg and placed it on Jora’s side, straddling the alien who spluttered when Lance sat comfortably on Joras’ lap. The earlier venom in Lance’s voice as he cut through Joras’ skin was gone and was replaced by a warm, velvety smooth tone that washed away Joras’ fear. Small comforts, he thought. “Most people take me for a fool, and I don’t blame them for it. I suppose it’s my fault for letting them think of me that way.“

“No! I take you not for a fool!“ Joras didn’t know what came over him for suddenly exclaiming what he was thinking, but the frown on the Blue Paladin’s face was gone which urged him to speak more. “You have successfully infiltrated this control room, one of the most secured control room in this ship. You have killed all of my soldiers who were the top of their class and was handpicked by me. And you have me between your legs, Blue Paladin, you have me bruised and bleeding, begging you to have mercy on me. You are no fool.” 

Lance didn’t expect Joras to break easily that’s why he took his time with him. He remembered his brother saying: “There’s so much more to torture and acquiring information, little brother. It’s not just punching, slicing, and stabbing- though those methods get the job done. There’s a certain elegance to it.” At first he didn’t understand what he meant, but as time went by, he started to understand the intricacies of torture.

Lance learned that pain was only one of the methods you can use to break people. There were other means to make people talk, his brother stated as he typed in his laptop. And he found out that the best and full proof plan of action was to mentally and emotionally break them. Lance learned that pain and blackmail can only take you too far, that harming or intimidating a person doesn’t make them break. So Lance found a new method of torture, a method that works in his favor.

“Thank you, Joras.“ The Young Demon smiled. “But that doesn’t answer my question. I need to know where they are. “ Lance cupped Joras’ face and tilted it up so he can meet his eyes. “These people, they’re important to me. Don’t you want to make me happy? Don’t you want me to smile again?“

He can see the hesitation in Joras’ yellow eyes. He was there, he’s on the midst of breaking, he just needs a little push. 

“Please don’t make me hurt you. I hated hurting you, Joras.“ 

The best way to break people was to make them care. Make them give a damn about themselves, about you, about your purpose. It doesn’t matter as long as you involve them in the process, make them feel that you care about them too. So that’s what Lance did.

Every time he sliced Joras’ skin, he apologized. When he punched him in the gut, he had to explain why he was doing it. When he buried his finger in the hole he made on his knees, Lance expressed reluctance to do it. He made the Galra feel that he was forced to do this, that it wasn’t his choice to hurt him. He made him believe that by sharing what he knows, he’s stopping the hurt that’s inflicted on them both. Lance made him care.

“Data pad.“ Joras whispered, “I promise you I do not know the people you speak of, but with my data pad and my clearance, you can search through the prisoner database from the time the Champion was captured to when he escaped.“

“Really?“ Joras nodded. He was clearly relieved when lance put away the knife but there was tension in Joras’ shoulders. “See that wasn’t so hard was it? All I wanted from you was information. I never wanted to hurt you, Joras, you should know that. “

Lance stood up to fish out the data pad from Joras’ suit. He turned it on and was not surprised to see that it doesn’t have a password. He was far from understanding the Galran alphabet but he was pretty sure their resident techy can figure it out. He placed the data pad inside his body suit’s pocket and went for his helmet.

“Thank you for your help, Joras. Really, thanks a lot. I know this may sound cruel but know that I have the right intentions in mind. Do you want me to kill you?“ He didn’t put on his helmet just yet. He simply held it in his hand while his other hand fiddled with his bayard. 

Joras looked at him funny, but his shoulders were trembling again.

“I know you know what’s coming to you. Zarkon doesn’t appreciate snitches, just look at what happened to Thace. And what’s worse, Zarkon will just dispose of you like you were nothing. He will erase all of the things you have done in service to the empire, let people remember you as a traitor.“ Lance gave all that he had to not laugh right in front of Joras’ face. The strong and mighty Galra he met moments ago was now broken, shaking and scared. 

“But if you die now, die on my hands, I can make it painless. I will let the entire universe remember you as the Galra who helped the Blue Paladin rescue the humans that ended the war against Zarkon. You will die a hero, Joras, don’t you want that?“

Lance already knew the answer but still he waited for the Galra to give his consent. It was the least he can do.

“You will make them remember me as a hero?“

“Yes, Joras. And even more.“

Joras looked dejected. Lance can see the resolve in his eyes as well as understanding. He knew that it was pointless to live when the moment the Paladins of Voltron leave their ship, he’s as good as dead. The higher ups will check the cameras and see that he was tortured, they’ll even hear him confess to Lance about his data pad. He will be dubbed as the Galra soldier who was tortured by the Blue Paladin, who begged for his life, an embarrassment to the Galra as a whole.

“Alright. It was nice to meet you ,Blue Paladn Lance. It is an honor to die on your hands.“

“Goodbye, Joras.“


There you go. What do you think? I admit it’s a little messy but there’s something with an evil Lance that I quite like. I’m a sucker for evil geniuses and even more for Lance so why the hell not.

This is what Dwayne Stafford, the man who assaulted Dylann Roof in the jail’s shower shared on his Facebook profile. We can read:

“I KNOCKED THIS GUY OUT BACK TO BACK..GRABBED THAT FUCKED UP HAIR CUT..HIT THE SHOWER BUTTON PUT HIS FACE UNDER THE WATER THEN BEAT HIS FACE IN SOME MORE WAAAY B4 ANYBODY KNEW HE WAS GETTING BEAT DOWN!! FORGET ALL THAT NEWSPAPER BS! MY DOOR WAS NEVER TAMPERED WITH NOR HAVE I EVER ROBBED ANYONE I GET MY OWN MONEY IF I DON’T HAVE IT PLENTYFUL OF PEOPLE LOVE ME ENOUGH TO WHERE ALL I GOTTA DO IS ASK IF IM DOWN BAD. IVE BEEN A VICTIM OF SYSTEM TOO LONG!! TIME TO TAKE CHARGE!!! THE DEVIL WILL NOT BEAT US AT MY TRIAL IT WAS WRONG THAT I WAS IN THERE THAT LONG REAL TALK.”

princess-of-luxury  asked:

Omgggggggggg hey bae can you please do a best friend thing with Christian Yu like you did for joonie 😎😎😎 please and thank you 😘😘

Sorry it’s been forever. But I’m finally doing this.. A year later lmfao. And I don’t remember for the life of me exactly how the Namjoon one went so this is close to it, just with knew ideas. I hope you like it<3 

Friendly Competition(AMBW):

“Get your damn hand off my face!” You cried out trying to squirm from behind the large hand that was covering both of your eyes. 

“That’s what you get for trying to cheat.” Christian replied calmly as he lifted his hand from your eyes going back to gripping his controller with both hands. He looked ahead at the screen laughing to himself while you fumed out beside him against the floor. 

It was a typical day between you two when he did actually come over. You would watch movies together and cuddle, or you would play video games until one person lost and had to buy the other food. It had been some time since you saw him but now he was here, and you planned on kicking his ass in every game possible until he brought more food. It was harder now that he was promoting himself now trying to get out there to get a job. But you had to remind yourself he was trying and that was better than nothing. 

“Shut up, I’m better without trying to cheat- I’m better than you at a lot of things actually.” You said pretty haughtily sticking your nose in the air, as if you had said something that blew his mind. 

“Oh really now?” He asked you with a smirk never taking his eyes off the screen. You should’ve knew then this was going to go south but you weren’t one to loose. Especially when the competition was against him.

“Yes really!” You shouted crashing your car into his, it caused him to furrow his eyebrows and growl at you, but he only spared you a quick glance before going back to his controller and the TV screen. 

“Please elaborate more and tell me any times I’ve ever lost against you.” He was curious and teasing all at the same time, you could tell by the tone in his voice. Sitting up some, your shorts bunched around the insides of your thighs as you quickly pressed your thumbs down on the buttons to steer the car into one more lap. 

“Ok-ok there was that time in summer camp I beat you swimming to the pole and back!” You cheered nodding your head as you thought of old stuff. 

“That didn’t count I got a cramp AND you once again cheated by splashing water in my face.” He countered rolling his eyes. 

“Alright, what about a month ago when I ate my ice cream faster than you because you got a brain freeze?” You questioned growing agitated with the male. 

 “I was trying to impress the curly haired waitress you know that. Besides I beat you eating all the meat. You couldn’t even fit it in your mouth.” He smirked winking. It caused a dark glower to dust your brown cheeks as you glared at him. 

“Bragging about having a big mouth?”

“No more like proving a fucking point. Don’t get mad and take your eyes off the road princess. Not my fault you can’t swallow.” He said with a dark chuckle laughing as your car hit the wall and staggered into on coming traffic. 

Quickly your eyes darted back to the screen as you got offended by him just running your mouth at this point. “Shut the fuck up you don’t know what I can and can’t do.”

“Oh really says the girl who told me one guy called you back because you kept choking on his dick because your gag reflexes hadn’t kicked in yet. But lucky for you he liked that shit. Didn’t you say your makeup also got ruined you cute little button?” He asked using one hand to squish your cheeks together with his index finger and thumb cupping it so hard you winced jerking back as he blew a mock kiss chanting because he was close to the finish line. 

“I have gotten better! And you were never supposed to repeat that Christian! It doesn’t matter, you talk so much shit but yet who was the one who first ever turned you on in the matter of minutes huh? Who was the girl who took your kiss and got your little dick all hard-”

“LITTLE?! LITTLE! You’re funny!” He roared pausing the game turning his body halfway to face you. “Alright, let’s go there then princess. Who was the fucking one grinding against my ‘little’ dick like her life depended on it? Who was the one that I got to scream out daddy before I even hit the official age of twenty one huh? i got your pussy wet just by a couple of words I didn’t even have to touch you.” He growled glaring at you clearly offended by how you shut down the size of his dick. 

“Look whose offended now.” You said simply shrugging as you looked back at the screen about to press play. You wouldn’t tell him he was wrong, because he wasn’t and you remembered everything about that day, sometimes wishing that day would happen again. So much had changed over the course of three years and he looked better now than he ever did. Your fingers were moving to press the play button before he grabbed your hand again yanking your remote control from you.

“Then how about a little game now? You’re so set on beating me and since we are best friends we can do anything right?” He asked with a glimmer of mischief in his eyes, his hand reaching up to comb a string of hair behind your ear. 

“Yeah, sure Christian whatever you want.” You were getting fed up and honestly anything to shut him up worked with you.

“Handjobs.” He said simply. 

“Excuse me?!” You practically shouted watching him. 

“Hand… Jobs. Like you know using your hand on private parts? Things you do to get off?”

“Christian I know what the fuck a hand job is, but really out of all things?” You asked him shifting in your spot, because damn that thought got you worked up.

“Are you scared? Come on, I know you’re attracted to me. And I’m still attracted to you. This way we can fuck around see if we like it or want to stay friends. No harm no foul right?” He asked kissing your nose. 

“Fine.” The answer came out quicker than you would like but it didn’t change the fact that you wanted it, and your body wanted it bad. You were more than sure your panties were ruined at the moment. 

“Good. This is how it works. We can kiss. We can use hands. That’s it. Loser has to do what the other says without protest.” Christian said simply shrugging. “Are you ready?” He asked scooting closer to you, and you were so nervous you wanted to scoot back but instead you stayed in place and nodded your head.

“Aright.” He said gently, his hand coming up to pull you even closer to his body with his fingers on the waist band of your shorts. Your leg lifted up so that you could place your feet against the floor a position you always sat in when playing your game. He leaned forward to brush his lips against yours igniting a kiss between the two of you.

His lips were so soft like you imagined, and much more plump to kiss. His mouth seemed to mold against yours in a perfect way. His hand lifted up to rub down between the valley of your breast and down your stomach until he was pushing his hand inside the confines of your panties smirking against your lips when he rubbed your wet folds. “I fucking knew it.”

His husky voice came out a bit deeper, he wasted no time rubbing two of his fingers against your clit, his eyes watching you with burning desire. Soft moans echoed throughout the large front room, while your hand made its way to unzip down his zipper on his pants and shove your hand in his boxers to grip as his hardening flesh. He gave a tiny hiss and a smirk was now on your face as you watched him. 

“Why are you smirking?” He asked rubbing harder and faster, the slick wet sounds of his fingers pressing against you starting to produce while you panted and slightly squirmed matching his pace. “Kitten likes that doesn’t she?” He asked leaning down to bite on your earlobe sucking on it with his teeth. 

“Y.. Yes daddy.” You said shakily feeling your hips tremble and buck against his hand.

“Good girl.” He purred out using his same two lubed up fingers from your juices to slip inside of your pussy. He groaned at the tight warmth wrapping around his digits starting out slow he let you adjust, but the pure want and lust written on your face almost made him take you right then and there. 

“Fuck-” You started but couldn’t finish. It felt better than your own tiny fingers rubbing hard as you thought of that man. He had you gone, and you knew the game was already over the moment he touched you. Curving his fingers he started to thrust them in and out of you at a slow pace, his eyes trailing down to your hardening nipples that were showing through your shirt. He used his fingers to go faster pressing them every way he could trying to find your spot. 

“See baby.. You should’ve been careful telling daddy all you liked.” He said, his own hips snapping against your hand. You did good to keep up his pace matching him, your thumb gliding over the tip of his slit playing with it smearing the precum on the head of his shaft as he finger fucked you. 

“I don’t even care about the game- Barom fuck me!” You whined slightly grinding your hips against his hand in a needy manner. Your head hung back as your stomach tightened, his pace becoming faster as he would scissor you and stretch you out. 

“Do you want it?” He asked knowing the answer. The nod of your head wasn’t enough.

“Say it. Say I won. Say you want daddy Yu. Say his dick isn’t small.” He pouted playfully letting his fingers press against your spot as his thumb rubbed your clit. And those were the words you repeated not even arguing with what he wanted. 

It took him mere seconds to have your shorts and panties thrown off and to the side of your boxers, while he hastened to pull out his dick from the rest of his clothes not even taking them off fully. One hand held onto your hips guiding you down as the other gripped at the base of his shaft. 

He moved your shirt up a bit so that you both could see him when he finally stretched you out for the first time. Your head rolled back eyes closed and lips parted as a content moan left your lips. A grunt of pleasure ripping from his throat as he pushed himself inside of you deep. Your hands moved to his shoulders, holding onto him you started to bounce yourself up and down letting him stretch you out more. He gripped your hips with both of his hands slamming you down onto his dick over and over again. 

His feet planted into the floor as he pushed up into you, hands going down to grip at both of your ass cheeks instead where he would pull the cheeks apart and slap your ass only to bounce you harder and faster on his dick. The wet sounds could be heard mixed in with your cries for him to go faster or fuck you deeper. Your juices trailed from your pussy down to his jeans that he still hand on and some making it to his balls, the wet feeling causing him to groan. He leaned up to kiss you again shoving his tongue in your mouth while you both kissed fighting for dominance. 

The rough fucking felt good and you knew your ass would be sore as soon as this was all over. He continued to slam you down, gripping so hard his nails dug into your ass cheeks over and over again. 

“I’m close!” You warned out panting when he broke the kiss. 

“Cum for daddy.” He grinned lazily, his dark hair sticking to his face as one of his hands moved to rub your clit giving you extra stimulation. Nodding you keep your eyes on him until your walls were clamping around his dick and you were cumming on his shaft crying out his name. After a few more thrusts and making sure he fucked you thoroughly he released inside of you holding you close and slowing down to ride out your orgasms. His hands wrapped around you as he held you to his chest. 

“Well.” He stated after sometime. “What do you have to say?”

“Be mine firstly. And secondly, loosing never felt so good until today.”

~

Hope it didn’t suck too bad love <3 

Honorary Art

Originally posted by peeblesprotectionpatrol

Request:  Hey doll! I loved your newest fic, it was super good, even though it was sad. Do you think you’d be able to write one of the boys (your choice) x fem reader, where she has lots of tattoos but they don’t know and they see one day and are really shocked. Sorry if it’s too specific, I just loooove your writing too much :)

Summary: GenderNeutral!Reader has a few tats they’re hiding.

A/N: Hello all, super long gap between fics again, I know, I’m sorry, I’m the worst :( I don’t really have an excuse except that I was kinda busy (I had a speech to write, a presentation to give, and a midterm all in the same week rip) and I had 0 inspiration :( sorry y’all bt I’m here now with hopefully 2 new fics tonight! Hope you guys enjoy these :D

Wordcount: 1069, I tried making this longer but I couldn’t rip

Requests are closed at the moment, sorry friends!

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anonymous asked:

Wow, what a great society. You're all just whores, basically. 99% of gay males are whores, period. And I'm gay too and I have to say this because it's true. Do you think this is what's important in life? Clothes, physical appareance, sex? Pathetic. You're all brain washed by society. Do other things, give yourself a culture, read, travel, look at the world around you. But no, you're able to think about only those things. It's so sad.

So, here’s my thing. You seem like a smart guy. I say all of the exact same shit about all those gays you see sucking someone else’s dick on Snapchat or that drop hundreds of dollars on drugs and plane tickets to go to Madrid for a big naked orgy. I get it. Part of me is mildly jealous that I don’t have the funds to travel and drop my responsibilities anytime I feel like it like they can but it’s still not the scene I’d choose to end up in. While on the conversation of responsibilities, let’s discuss. I’m in Nursing School. I’m one of the senior officers of my class. I’m a senior bartender at my job I’ve been at for 3 years. I’ve never taken a summer off since I was 15. I have plans to join the military and gain my masters through their grad program for Nurse Anesthesia. That’s a five year contract, active duty AFTER I gain two years of critical care experience. Take away from this? I’m a normal guy with an empty wallet and all the motivation in the world from people like you that doubt my ability to be something. I work my ass off. I’ve slept with all of 2 people in the past six months? You make all of your assumptions based off the questions I’m asked on here but let’s not forget, it’s y'all that ask. I don’t choose the topic of conversation nor do I have any shame in talking about my sex life for that matter. Now, like you, it seems my unfollow button needs some attention. Go help it out, huh?

I’m so incredibly pissed right now….my mom failed to pay the property tax and now after several months of it lapsing she has until Monday….thats not that long from now. She has until 5pm on Monday to pay it or the house goes on auction that very next day. My dad doesn’t get paid until Wednesday !!! My grandfather had told my family he would help pay if they paid him back and they agreed…..now my grandfather is backing out and if it doesn’t get paid they will be kicked out and have to live in the car. I have two younger brothers who have to go to school in less than a few weeks. My dad won’t be able to get to work….guys I’m freaking out…..i don’t know what to do….why does my mom have to be so stupid to let something like this happen….PLEASE I KNOW IT WON’T HELP BUT I HAVE A DONATION BUTTON ON MY TUMBLR….IF ANYONE CAN HELP JUST A LITTLE….I KNOW I SHOULDN’T ASK…BUT I HAVE LITTLE BROTHERS WHO ARE GONNA BE HOMELESS…PLEASE!!!

Mockery- JB (GOT7) One Shot

Here is another oneshot, this time requested by @ohmyjaebum “I was wondering if you could do a fluffy senario when the boys notice that the reader makes jaebum all soft and they end up together at the end.” I kinda strayed off topic a little but I hope you enjoy it. Sorry if it sucks. :-/


“Come on guys! It’s not that hard. We have to nail this dance for the next performance. We still haven’t perfected the new choreography and the award show is coming up in two weeks! JB help me out here!” Yugyeom called, looking frustrated. JB was smiling at his phone screen, not paying the slightest attention to Yugyeom or the rest of his group. “JB?!”

His head snapped up from his phone, and the smile turned into a blank stare. “What?”

“You’re supposed to be the bossy one JB, you’re the leader. What are you doing anyways?”

“Oh, I just got a text from Y/N. She just sent me this funny video of Nora doing a…”

“Really at a time like this you’re focused on your cat and Y/N?” Jinyoung questioned sitting down on the ground, huffing and puffing from the dance.

“Well she’s taking care of my cats, and she said she was going to come by the studio in about five minutes and bring us lunch. Though she can just bring something for me if you guys are going to be this way.”

“We love her; bring us food!” Jackson yelled into the phone, as if you could hear him. The rest of the guys sat down on the floor surrounding JB. All of them were flushed red from the intense dancing they had been doing for the past 3 hours. Everyone was tired, hungry, and just a little annoyed; everyone except JB of course. Jaebum was the only person who was smiling so big, and couldn’t stop staring at the background of his phone. The picture was of you and him on his birthday when you had given him a huge kiss on his cheek. You two had been best friends for a few years now, but he developed feelings for you over time. He always teased you with the photo, knowing that the both of you were a little tipsy that evening from partying. His intentions had always been pure, and just to get a laugh out of him whenever he saw the photo. Though the only thing was that the guys often teased him how he just liked “always having you in his pants” because his phone was constantly in his pocket or in his hands. Trying to make his intentions a lot dirtier than what the real reasoning behind it was.

There was a slight knock at the door, and then with a gentle push you opened the door, revealing the guys sitting around JB. You held the brown paper bags of food tightly, as you smiled and greeted everyone. “Hey guys, I have lunch for everyone!”

“Oh, thank goodness, I’m starving” Jackson exclaimed, grabbing the bag from you.

“Thank you” JB smiled, hugging you lightly before turning his attention to the guys.

“You can join us if you’d like Y/N?” Youngjae offered.

“Thanks.” You sat down beside JB who grabbed your hand and pulled you in front of him. He rested his chin on your shoulder as you started unpacking the lunch you brought from home for yourself. You popped a few grapes into his mouth by reaching over your shoulder, as he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into him a little more. “I hope I got the right sandwiches for you guys. I really tried to remember who liked which kind…”

“You did well Y/N, thanks” Mark smiled at you.

JB’s attention was completely drawn away from his food, but rather hiding his by your ear, using your hair to conceal him chewing grapes. As much as you loved the attention from him, you weren’t that huge of a fan of the attention the two of you were getting from the other guys. Jinyoung was giving a weird look as if he had lost his appetite due to the major cuddling JB was doing. You pushed JB away, and his face went into a puppy dog pout.

“I think we’re disturbing the guys” you whispered.

“So?”

“Have some consideration for our friends.”

“Okay…” JB huffed looking at the guys who had stopped eating.

“Wow she really has you whipped, doesn’t she?” BamBam laughed.

“What? No, she doesn’t” JB protested.

“She totally does. You’ve become a big softy ever since you two started becoming super close!”

“I was always nice!”

“There is a difference between being soft, and nice. You’ve always been nice, but you’ve also cracked down on us when we needed to get stuff done. Hell, you use to threaten violence and chase after us when we teased you. Now you just let it happen” Yugyeom replied shrugging.

“You want me to chase after you and crack down on you guys?”

“Just come to the realization that you’re soft now because of Y/N being such a nice girl. I mean, don’t get me wrong Y/N, you’re a great person and we love you.”

“Ooo let’s see how long it takes to make JB angry now.”

“Guys do you really think that is a good idea?” You hesitated.

“Nope, but it’s to prove a point!”

“What are you trying to prove by making him angry?!”

“He doesn’t get annoyed by little things, only if we make shots involving you” Yugyeom smiled.

“It’s because he totally like you,” Bambam smirked.

“I do not!” JB got up, charging at Bambam like a bull. Bambam couldn’t help but laugh while trying to dodge JB’s kicks, landing a solid kick straight to Bambam’s butt. He toppled over with a combination of laughing and wincing.

“She may make your heart soft, but she makes your…” Yugyeom smirked, but before he could finish his sentence he got a smack to the back of the head.

“You know you really are not helping yourself JB, you are just proving their point even more by attacking them” Jinyoung said rolling his eyes a little.

“JB, do you like me?” You asked a little puzzled.

“What? No way, we’re best friends. I’m just protecting you from these perverts.”

“Are you saying if some other guy made a sexual advance at her, you wouldn’t get angry Mr. Softy?”

“Yeah, you’re turning soft like Jackson now” Youngjae laughed while pushing on Jackson’s arm. Jackson looked a little displeased as Youngjae continued to shove him while he tried to eat.
You began to fidget with your hair a little, starting to become a little uncomfortable. Even though you hadn’t even expressed your feelings for JB, you started to feel like you didn’t have to after he kept denying feelings for you as well. It felt like you had already been rejected before you even had the chance to confess.

“A horror film won’t be the only thing that’ll make you scream tonight Y/N” Bambam winked. Everyone stopped and looked at him with the most unpleasant look ever. It wasn’t even because it was a sexual joke, it was just such a terrible pickup line.

“You’re going to scare her?” Youngjae asked.

“No, I mean like…”

“Bambam, he knows what you meant, but that so was poorly executed, and he could be correct in theory. You just compared sex with you to horror films. Are you that bad in bed?” Jinyoung mocked.

“No! I just… Shut up!”

As much as you loved hanging out with the guys and watching them joke with each other, you just started to feel uncomfortable. “Um, you know… I think I’m going to go home now.”

JB started to protrude his jaw outwards, showing that he really was starting to get angry.

“Hey we were just kidding Y/N! No need to get uncomfortable, don’t worry, we’re just teasing. If he says he doesn’t like you, then he doesn’t! It’s okay.”

“Thanks Bambam for clearing that up for the 100th time. I get it, he doesn’t like me. I’m going home.” You started storming out the door, grabbing your lunch and walking off. The door slammed, and shook the mirrors.

“Wait, Y/N come back!” JB called after you as he tried to follow behind.

“Hey guys… Did you ever stop to think that maybe Y/N likes JB? Then you guys keep joking about their feelings hurt her?” Mark asked. The guys put their heads down in shame a little, starting to recognize what they had been doing.

You wiped a tear away with your sleeve while entering the elevator. You felt a humiliated, and crushed. The worst thing that could happen from a love confession is a no; but what about not even getting the chance to confess, and just getting your heart stomped on and your feelings being the punch line of a joke.

“Y/N wait!” You heard JB call. You instantly started pressing the close button in a panic; hoping that if you pressed it a bunch it would close before he could get in. He ran full speed, throwing his torso in the way of the elevator to stop the doors. The doors bounced off his body, and let him into the elevator. “Please don’t go home! The guys were being assholes, and I know it’s probably uncomfortable thinking that your best friend has feelings for you but I promise they’re just joking around!”

“That’s not why I left! I’m not uncomfortable with it.”

“Then why are you leaving?”

“I’m leaving because I’m getting rejected before I even got a chance to talk about my feelings for you! I understand that you might be uncomfortable with the thought of us being more than friends, and that’s why I didn’t say anything. Just forget it. Get off on the next floor and don’t call me again. I’ll leave your spare keys in your mail box tomorrow morning,” You said sternly while pressing the button for the next floor. The doors opened, and JB didn’t get off. “Can you just leave while I still have an ounce of my dignity left?” The doors opened again for the next floor and JB stepped out, but he grabbed your wrist pulling you out with him as well.

“Can you please just stop and listen to me?” JB asked. You nodded your head, not moving your eyes off the ground. “The guys were right, I do like you, okay? I just thought you might not like me back so I kept denying it. I wasn’t ready to tell you, but now that we’re at this crossroad I don’t think there is a better time than this right now. We’re in our 20’s, yet we still act like children when it comes to relationships. Wow, we’re immature, aren’t we?”

“Are you just saying this because you don’t want to lose me as a friend or are you being genuine?”

“Why would I act like a softy around you, but my normal joking self around the guys unless I wanted to impress you? Trust me. You making me soft is the reason why I didn’t slap Bambam into the next century when he did that awful sexual pick up line towards you. I didn’t want you to think of me as a bad dude, and realize that I’m trying really hard to deal with my frustration,” JB laughed awkwardly.

JB took your hand, and started pulling you up the stairs towards the practice room again. A smile started to break past the frowning. “I’m getting the guys to apologize to you.” His arm snaked around your waist as he pushed opened the door to reveal all the guys rushing towards you. An array of apologies started to erupt from their mouths, finally understanding what they may have been doing.

“We’re so sorry! We were just trying to get JB to confess but once he started denying it we realized that maybe he wasn’t ready, but we didn’t think that maybe it would have affected you, and we are so sorry Y/N!” Jackson apologized, grabbing your hand.

“It’s none of your business if we confess to each other or not, but I do have to thank you, a little bit. After all, you guys basically forced our confessions for each other” you said sighing.

“Wait, you guys confessed? Does that mean you guys are going to start dating?” Youngjae asked.

“We’ll have to see. I have a good feeling about it though.”

“Anyways, we’re going to head out for the day. You guys keep practicing the dance,” JB laughed taking you by the hand and leading you out.

“What do you mean?! You’re part of this team too! Where are you going?!” Bambam called out.

“I’ll practice later, but for now… I think I’m going to take her home, and a horror movie won’t be the only thing making her scream tonight.” Bambam glared at JB unamused as he just kept laughing at bam’s failed pickup line.

“He’s kidding, that’s not happening…”

“Of course I’m kidding, remember, I’m a big softy now and it’s all your fault” JB smiled placing a kiss on your lips. “You make me the happiest man alive. I’m glad I fell in love with you.”

The College Years - Sophomore Year (Chapter 25) - Stiles Stilinski

Author: @were-cheetah-stiles

Title: “The Coach”

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall, Isaac Lahey, Liam Dunbar, Coach Bobby Finstock, Allison Argent, Lydia Martin & Reader/OFC

Warnings: Fluff, a little smut, cursing probably, a switch from boxers to boxer briefs because Stiles is becoming a man.

Author’s Note: This chapter has undergone so many revisions, the most taking place in the scene between the girls, but the parts with Coach are A+ in my book. I love the Coach.

Summary: Allison, Y/n and Lydia hang out and Coach Bobby Finstock is the newest victim.

Chapter Twenty-Four - Chapter Twenty-Five - Chapter Twenty-Six

Originally posted by thors


You laid in bed, propped up on your elbow, lightly rubbing your hands along the subtle outline of your boyfriends abs. You dragged your hand up to his chest and stroked your fingers through his chest hair. You examined the small amount of stubble growing on Stiles’ jawline and brought your fingers up to feel the prickly hairs against your skin. You stared at him the way that only a person in love stares at the object of their affection. You loved everything about him, from the dark hair on his arms, to the pink tint of his lips, to the freckle on his fourth left toe, to the sound of him breathing deeply while he slept. You flopped on your back onto the bed, next to him, and sighed.

“What’s wrong?” He whispered groggily, wetting his lips with his tongue.

“Nothing… go back to sleep.” You whispered back.

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What are friends for (2/2)

Request: Hey could you do an imagine where y/n has just gone through a break up and Natasha (her best friend) helps her through it by being her fuck buddy?

AO3 comment: I wish you’d write more, maybe a friends with benifits to lovers sort of idea, maybe y/n falls in love and is scared to admit it.

A/n ok so this has been sitting on my file for MONTHS ! ! ! I finally decided to finish it for you guys (nsfw gifs)

Originally posted by dailymarvelheroes

Ever since you became friends with benefits seven months ago your life has been perfect. You were no longer thinking about what’s his name and you’ve been having amazing sex with my best friend. The only problem was that you were starting to fall in love with her.

“Hey you” Natasha whispered into my ear as I was changing in the locker room. “Do you want to meet up later?”

“Meet up as in dinner as friends or meet up as I make you cum multiple times in one night?” You asked as you buttoned up your pants.

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Plans

Originally posted by alwaysbeenwithyou


“Love you, love you, love you, love you, and love you.” You said each one followed by a kiss to one of your child’s head as you went down the line of them sat at the table.

“Bye!” They called, paying more attention to the food in front of them than you leaving. Your turned towards John who was sat at the head of the table reading the paper and looking at the kids.

“And I love you.” You said with a giggle when he pouted at you like a kid upset he’d been left out. You Lenard down and took his face in your hands kissing him.

“Love you too.” He smirked.

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Stardust Cafe

HAPPY BIRTHDAY LANCE! To celebrate, I’m posting the first chapter of a slowburn, klance, cafe AU that I’m co-authoring with an irl friend! We’ve had this idea for a while, and we’re really excited to share it with you! The first chapter is the only one that’ll be entirely up here, but I’ll make posts whenever it updates. The entire fic will be posted here on my AO3!

Summary: Keith didn’t expect much when he took a job at his brother’s cafe. And he definitely didn’t expect to meet a group of amazing people that would forever change his life as a result.

Lance didn’t expect to actually befriend his new coworker with an 80′s mullet and absolutely no people skills whatsoever.

Neither of them expected to fall in love.


Chapter One

Getting a job at his older brother’s cafe wasn’t Keith’s idea.

Dropping out of college earlier that year was the best decision he had ever made, but he should’ve known it wouldn’t come without consequences. Those consequences being, namely, dealt out by his brother, Shiro.

Granted, he was supportive of Keith’s decision, but he hadn’t counted on Shiro insisting that he do something with his life.

As far as Keith was concerned, getting his life together and figuring out exactly what he wanted to do should take pretense over actually doing something, but Shiro clearly disagreed.

“You have to get a job,” he’d pointed out. “You’ve incurred a lot of debt since you dropped out of school. You know I support you, but you need some way of earning money while you figure everything out.”

And so Keith had reluctantly agreed to get a job at Stardust Cafe, which was owned by Shiro himself.

Keith didn’t know the exact details, but the previous owner, Alfor something, had left it to Shiro when he passed away, as he’d worked there for all of college and part of high school, and knew he wanted to work in the restaurant business. And, with an incredible stroke of (admittedly bad) luck, Shiro had exactly what he wanted.

This was how Keith ended up pushing open the door to the Cafe, and jumping slightly at the unexpected jingle of bells. He’d never actually been inside Shiro’s cafe before, despite constantly being pestered to go.

He glanced around at the circular tables and chairs in the other half of the shop, and at the back was an elevated platform, that looked almost like a stage, with more seating. That side was separated with an open wall, and Keith looked toward the front.

A few people were standing in line, waiting by the counter. A chalkboard menu behind it listed the food options, and Keith could see the door into the kitchen behind the people working there.

He had vaguely expected Shiro, but he was surprised to find the person standing at the cash register was much younger, probably about Keith’s own age, with dark hair, eyes, and skin. Admittedly, he was kind of cute.

Keith definitely hadn’t thought he’d meet any cute guys because of this job.

The guy behind the counter was glaring down at the cash register as if it had personally offended him, before he turned around and called into the kitchen. “Pidge! I need your number skills!”

A scoff sounded from somewhere inside, and a… boy? girl? walked out carrying a textbook that looked as if it weighed more than her… him… them. They set the large textbook down on the counter, and glanced up at the tall guy.

“Lance, do I have to do everything for you?” Pidge asked, shaking their head.

The guy, who Keith now figured was named Lance, crossed his arms. “It’s not my fault that this cash register doesn’t even work.”

Pidge rolled their eyes. “It works fine, you just don’t know how to use it.” To prove this, they stepped forward and pressed a few buttons before handing change to the waiting customer, a girl with large hoop earrings and a pixie cut, smiling as she left. “Seriously, I’m surprised Shiro doesn’t fire you. This is the easiest job here, and you can’t even do it without my help.”

“I’m surprised Shiro doesn’t fire you,” Lance shot back, as he took money from the next customer before handing it to Pidge. “You spend all your shifts doing physics homework.”

Pidge laughed, handing change back to the customer, along with a muffin from a display case that Lance gave them. “Taking AP Physics sophomore year has its consequences,” they admitted. “But I pick up everyone’s slack. Plus, Shiro likes me, and you all know I need the cash.”

Lance nodded grudgingly, and then his gaze swiveled to Keith, which is when the latter conveniently realized that there was no longer anyone in front of him.

Lance’s eyes widened, almost imperceptibly, which drew Keith’s attention to them. He saw that Lance’s eyes, which he had originally thought to be brown, were actually a deep navy blue.

Keith was about to ask to see the manager, when Lance leaned forward across the counter with a smirk, propping his chin up on his hand. And then, he winked.

Keith’s brain short-circuited.

“Do you have a map?” Lance asked, still smirking, and Keith was so surprised that he almost admitted that yes, he did have a map. But Lance was talking again before he could. “Because I keep getting lost in your eyes.”

Keith felt his face begin to flame in spite of himself, and there was an audible groan from Pidge. “These one-liners just keep getting worse,” they grumbled.

Lance sighed. “You’re the worst wingman… well, wingperson ever Pidge.”

Pidge sniffed in mock resentment, before cracking a grin. “I don’t remember agreeing to be your wingperson,” they deadpanned, before turning back to a still blushing Keith. “What can I get for you?”

“I…” Keith took a moment to collect himself. “I need to see the manager.”

Lance didn’t miss a beat. “Normally people try our food before they demand to see the manager to complain about it,” he pointed out, still wearing that infuriating smile.

Pidge snorted. “He’s probably going to complain about you, Lance. Didn’t Shiro warn you to stop flirting with all the customers?”

“I’m not a customer,” Keith said, without thinking. “The manager… Shiro’s my… I just need to talk to him, okay?”

“I’ll go see if he’s in the kitchen,” Pidge said, still seeming confused.

“What’re you here for, anyways?” Lance asked, lifting a smoothie (that Keith hadn’t even noticed until now) to take a sip. “If you’re not buying any of our delicious food, I mean. The chef is my roommate, I can personally vouch for him.”

“I’m supposed to start working today, actually.”

Lance nearly choked on his smoothie. “What the fuck?!”

Keith wasn’t sure how to respond, so he just waited for the taller boy to elaborate.

“Did I miss the help wanted sign? You can’t just… there isn’t a job opening!” Lance protested, throwing his hands up in the air as if the world had to be playing a trick on him. “Mierda, first Allura starts working at the counter sometimes, and now this!”

“Well, someone has to pick up your slack, Lance,” a new voice said, and Keith turned to see a woman coming out of the seating area. She had thick, curly white hair done in an elegant bun, and her skin was dark and smooth. She carried an empty tray in each hand, with a pen tucked behind her ear.

“You guys act like I’m the only one that slacks off around here,” Lance muttered under his breath. “Allura, would you please tell this idiot that there aren’t any job openings?”

“That idiot is my brother, Lance,” yet another person spoke, but thankfully Keith knew this one. Shiro had stepped out of the kitchen, followed by Pidge.

Lance’s gaze swiveled back and forth from Shiro to Keith. “This is your little brother Keith?” Shiro nodded. “But… you always talk about how cool he is! You said he has a motorcycle!“

“I do have a motorcycle?” Keith didn’t mean for it to be a question, but the confusion he felt seeped into his voice.

Lance waved a dismissing hand at him. “Sure, but you also have a mullet, and that negates any coolness factor you might have possessed, motorcycle or no.”

“Excuse me?”

Shiro sighed. “Regardless of his hairstyle choices, Keith is my brother, and he’ll be working here with us starting today. That’s not going to be a problem, is it, Lance?”

“I was wondering why you decided to bring everyone in today,” Pidge was already nodding, extending a hand to Keith. “I’m Pidge. Yes, I’m short. Don’t make jokes about it and we’ll get along fine. They/them pronouns, and if you disagree with that sort of thing, then that’s tough for you. Still in high school, by the way, but I’m broke so I started working here. That’s pretty much all you need to know.”

Keith shook their hand, mind trying to process what Pidge had said so quickly. “Uh… great?”

Pidge grinned, and retreated back into the kitchen. “I’ll go get the others.”

“I’m Allura,” the woman who’d walked in earlier chimed in. “This used to be my father’s cafe, but Shiro and Coran own it now… though Coran hates being in charge, which makes Shiro the manager. We have a pretty small staff, and I’m typically the one who waits tables. It’s nice to finally meet you!”

Shiro fixed Lance with an expectant look, and he crossed his arms before glancing up at Keith with an annoyed glare.

“You’re shorter than I thought you’d be,” Lance informed him. “Shiro made it sound like you were some rebellious tough guy.”

Lance,” Shiro insisted, narrowing his eyes. He sighed, defeated, and shook Keith’s hand.

“The name’s Lance,” he deadpanned. “I work behind the counter.”

That seemed like all he wanted to say, but fortunately for Keith two more people were coming out of the kitchen.

“I’m Hunk,” said the bigger guy, with a friendly smile. He wore a bright yellow apron that was positively covered in flour. Almost the second he was out, Lance leaned an elbow on his shoulder. Hunk sighed fondly. “I’m the chef. I made the majority of what you see here myself.”

“I made some of it,” the other man, an older guy with a mustache, pointed out. “I’m Coran. I help out in the kitchen, but mostly I make drinks.”

“You… make cocktails?” Keith asked, confusion only rising.

Coran barked out a laugh. “Of course not! Smoothies, milkshakes, coffee, tea, and all those things take time to perfect, young man.”

“Well, you’ve met everyone,” Shiro clapped a hand on Keith’s shoulder. “Now you can get to bussing tables. It’s something we’ve all shared the responsibility for, but having someone to do the job by themselves is probably the best course of action.”

Keith nodded. He was a very clean person, and he’d told Shiro that he’d only work at the cafe if he didn’t have to deal with food or people.

“Oh, thank god,” Lance breathed out, before Keith could say anything. “He’s just going to be a busboy.”

Keith scowled. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing, nothing,” Lance threw his hands up in surrender. “I’m just glad you aren’t taking my job, that’s all.”

“Don’t worry, Lance, you’re the only one charming enough to ensure that customers always return,” Allura said, her voice walking that thin line between detectable sarcasm and sincerity.

Lance squinted at her, but either decided she was being honest or didn’t care, because he just winked. Then, he grabbed Hunk’s arm and dragged him back into the kitchen.

“You all seem very… nice,” Keith searched for the right words. “I guess I might like working here.”

“You’ll fit right into our dysfunctional family,” Pidge guaranteed with another grin.


“You hit on him, didn’t you?” Hunk asked, raising an eyebrow.

Lance groaned, and buried his face in his hands. “It’s not my fault! Did you see his eyes, Hunk? Those are the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen!”

Hunk shook his head. “You said the same thing about that brunette last week.”

“But I mean it this time,” Lance sighed dramatically, collapsing into Hunk’s shoulder. “And now I have to deal with him every day. He’s probably decided that he hates me already!”

“Relax. You’ve hit on regular customers before, why is this any different?” Hunk tried for encouragement. “Shay forgave you after that atrocious thing you said when you two first met! What was it again…? Something about sedimentary rock—”

Lance smacked a hand over Hunk’s mouth. “I’d rather not go down memory lane for all my past romantic failures, thank you, Hunk,” he grumbled. “It was such a good line, too! One of my favorites!”

“He works here now, sure, but he’s not going to hate you just because of a stupid pick-up line.”

“Pick-up lines aren’t stupid!” Lance cried, clutching a hand to his chest as if wounded. “And even if he doesn’t hate me, I’m not sure I like him all that much. He kind of seems like a jerk.”

“Which, I’m sure, is why you used one of your favorite lines on him,” Hunk said, voice laced with sarcasm. Lance felt his face turn bright red.

“I didn't— I just— okay, FINE! He’s hot! What else do you want me to say?”

Hunk laughed. “I thought you said his mullet negated any sort of cool factor he had?”

“He’s not cool,” Lance protested, shoving Hunk back towards the stove. “But… he kind of… pulls it off I guess? Which you are forbidden from ever telling him, or I will disown you as a best friend and move in with Pidge. After all, the guy still acts like an asshole.”

Hunk just laughed again, returning to making a grilled cheese that a customer had requested. But, as Lance was about to return to the register, he whirled around, grinning.

“I remember now!” he declared, excitedly. “The first time we met Shay was in the winter, when she came to get tea because of a cold, remember? I mean, now she gets it every day, but she was really bundled up, with a scarf and jacket and everything!”

“Oh no—”

“And you said, ‘girl are you a sedimentary rock?’” Hunk did a terrible impression of Lance’s voice, aiming finger guns at his best friend in mockery of Lance’s own behavior. “‘Because I’d love to see what’s under all those layers.’ And she was so surprised she couldn’t respond, so I came out of the kitchen to apologize.”

Lance smacked his head deliberately on the doorframe on the way out, only to meet the confused gaze of Keith. Great, now Shiro’s brother thought he was crazy, too.

It was going to be a long day for the both of them.

anonymous asked:

could you write something around the time of season 7 where mulder goes to a scully family dinner?

He’s up to his wrists in dish soap bubbles, working a yellow and green sponge over the surface of one of Maggie Scully’s plates. Scully had explained that these were the good dishes, not to be confused with the good china or the regular dishes.

“What are the regular dishes for?” he asks.

“Dinner without company.”

“And the good china?” he prods further.

“The good china is for show.”

“Ah, my mom had a set of those too,” he says. “Ones that sat in a cabinet collecting dust.”

“Mom keeps insisting that I’ll need them for my wedding.”

He bumps her hip with his and hands her the soapy dish.

“You getting married, Scully?” he asks with an impish grin.

“This far into my thirties, it’s starting to look unlikely, isn’t it?” she says as she rinses the dish and begins working a hand towel over it.

“Oh I don’t think so at all. Plenty of fish in the sea,” he says, casting about blindly for another plate to scrub.

She chuckles softly and sets the plate in the drying rack as she drapes the towel over her shoulder.

“Thanks for coming with me tonight,” she says, watching him scrub a stubborn bit of Beef Wellington from the bone porcelain.

“No problem, happy to do it.”

“Happy to do it?” she echoes flatly. “Even with my over-protective big brother grilling you?” she asks.

He shrugs and hands her the plate. “I’d be doing the same thing to any guy who showed up to a family dinner with my baby sister.”

She watches him for a moment, a ghost of a pout crossing her face like a passing shadow.

“I bet you would have,” she agrees quietly.  

They look every bit the unassuming suburban couple. He in a button down shirt, open at the collar and sleeves rolled up to his elbows, she in a pale pink sweater set and jeans. One would hardly know he’s got an ankle holster under his pressed khakis or that she has a .22 in her purse.

“That’s it,” he announces as he pulls the plug and the murky water begins to disappear with a hungry slurp.

She hands him the towel so he can dry off and smiles up at him as she wraps her arms around his waist, lacing her fingers together at the small of his back.

“Seriously,” she rises up on her tiptoes and kisses his lips gently. “Thank you for coming.”

He hangs the towel over the edge of the sink and folds her against his chest, dropping a kiss on the crown of her head.

“I’d go in front of a firing squad for you, Bill’s no big deal,” he says, running his palm up and down her spine.

Maggie is approaching, but pauses in the doorway, smiling as the two of them embrace.

“Leave a little room for the Holy Spirit, you two!” Bill bellows playfully as he comes up behind his mother.

Scully and Mulder both turn their attention to him, but don’t break their hold on one another. Maggie tsks and shakes her head with a playful smack against his chest.

“Get the coffee started, Bill,” she instructs. “You two come with me. I want to show you the good china, Fox.”

dally & the curtises’ sister - imagine

requested by 2 anons - this is v long overdue im really sorry!
warnings: strong language

The dreaded Monday morning rolled around the corner more quickly than you anticipated. It had felt like only a second since you had fallen asleep late Sunday night and then woken up to the sounds of your regularly bustling house. But Monday mornings were like any other weekday - Darry got up first, then Soda, and then you and Pony. Normally, all that was on your mind was getting to school and finishing the monotonous school day as soon as possible.

But for the past two weeks only one person had been on your mind: the person  you’d been warned countless times by your older brother and two younger ones to stay away from - the one and only Dallas Winston. You knew, or rather thought, that he couldn’t be as terrible as many told you he was. You’d been hanging around him recently… in a way that had been quite a bit more than simply friendly. You knew your brothers would yell at you if you slipped up and let them figure it out, so you usually were very careful when it came to cutting class to meet up with Dal.

Initially, Dally nearly refused to acknowledge you at all, since you’re the only Curtis sister. It was easy for you to see that Dal definitely knew better than getting close to you, but was tempted by the possibility that none of your brothers would ever know a thing. 

So, you were up and dressed and nearly out the door when you finally noticed the commotion in the background.

“C’mon guys, don’t go worryin’ about me,” Pony croaked out from a sore throat. He was jamming a foot into one of his beat sneakers while sniffling. “I’m alright guys, you hear?”

“Are you sure you’ll be okay goin’ to school, Pony?” Soda asked, actually having remembered to button up his DX shirt. 

There had been countless times that Pony had gone to school being sick, so you and your brothers knew he’d be alright. But Soda always asked just to make sure.

“Yeah, Soda, just get to work. I can take care of myself just fine.”

Hearing that, you realized you were in the clear - Pony was going to school and no one would be home. Now all you had to do was go in through the front door of school and leave through the back, so that no one you knew could say that you didn’t show up. But after that, you’d be home free.

You made your way to school, got through the front door, quickly greeted acquaintances who told you greeted you first before finally escaping through the door in the back. Just enough time had passed for you to be sure that Pony was probably at school, leaving the house empty. But waiting for you out the back door was the slightly intimidating figure of Dally, who had been smoking a cigarette. Upon noticing you, he pulled you closer by one of the belt loops on your jeans.

“Where to?” he asked, tilting his head at you a bit with squinted eyes and furrowed eyebrows because of the sun.

“Well, no one’s home, so if you don’t feel like sneaking back into Bu-”

“The Curtis house it is.” He nodded, taking his last drag on the cigarette between his middle finger and thumb before he putting it out. 


You two were at your front door, Dal’s lips on yours, his hands feeling you up as you began to open the door. The door fell open, probably just in time for you to have realized that Soda’s and Pony’s jaws fell open too.

“Y/N! What the hell are you two doing?!”

“Dally get offa her!”

Soda’s voice and Pony’s hoarseness scared the living shit out of you. And so you and Dally had pushed each other away, almost simultaneously taking a step away from each other. You felt your ears get hot, but instead of seeming embarrassed, Dal looked more irritated than anything.

“You said no one was fuckin’ home, Y/N,” he huffed under his breath.

“Well, Pony said he was fine!” you argued, gesturing to the sick kid wrapped in what seemed like three blankets on the sofa.

“Mind you, I am fine, Soda oughta go to work,” Pony, white as a sheet and sweating bullets, managed to squeeze out of a lost voice.

“How ‘bout you shut up Pony! You threw up all over me right after Y/N left!” Soda shot back, pointing at an ugly stain on his blue DX shirt.

You rolled your eyes at their conversation, your heart pounding at the fact that Soda and Pony knew now. Knowing the boys - and the way they knew Dally - it was inevitable that they would tattle and tell Darry. Darry couldn’t know about this - he’d lose it.

“But forget that! Since when were you two-” Soda started, clearly frustrated and struggling to find the words to express his anger or shock at you and Dal. “Gosh, Dally, I oughta beat your damn head in!”

“Y/N, what were you even thinkin’?” Pony quickly added.

“Listen you two, if you do so much as even breathe of word of this to Darry, I’ll-”

“You’ll what?” Soda pushed.

“A word of what?” The owner of the voice you dreaded to hear had just walked in through the door, a white pharmacy bag in hand. You witnessed the expression of disappointment and anger spread across Darry’s face when he realized you and Dally were there. 

“Y/N, why in the world are you here?! And why are you here?!” he asked you first, and then Dally. You looked over at Dally who seemed pretty apathetic before returning your gaze to Darry, unable to find the words to say. And then it seemed to click for Dar.

“No,” Darry said, almost in denial, as if he didn’t believe his eyes. “This is not happening. Ever.”

“C’mon Darry, don’t you think you’re overreacti-”

No, I don’t think I’m overreacting! Y/N, you have a future! Y/N, he’s a terrible influence and I just can’t let you destroy it all over someone like him! Dallas, granted, he’s more or less our friend, but I don’t think I’d like to know how often you been skippin’ school!”

”Whatever, man,“ Dally said, shrugging his shoulders and rolling his eyes. “I didn’t wanna be here anyhow.”

“Like hell you didn’t,” Darry said, glaring at Dal as he left.

And with that, Dally spared you a passing glance as he managed to squeeze between you and Darry in order to leave. Dal closed the door behind him and you noticed that there were no words to explain yourself - you felt speechless.

“God, are you serious?” you managed to choke out.

“I’m only lookin’ out for you, Y/N,” Darry said, after a sigh of disappointment. “I’d never try and steer you in the wrong direction.” 

“I get that, Darry. And I appreciate it. But you gotta trust that I can look out for myself.”

“Well as long as Soda, Pony, and I are breathin’, we’re the ones lookin’ out for you, y’hear?”

Mine

Anon Request: Can you do a female reader x jealous!bucky or possessive!bucky (they’re both kinda the same thing idk but jealous!bucky is my religion) ?? thank you!!

Key: Y/N=Your Name Y/L/N=Your Last Name S/H/N=Super Hero Name C/N=Charity Name

Tonight there was another party at Stark tower. The only difference compared to all the other parties is that this one was meant to put the Avengers back in the good graces of the public. In a way, it was a charity event. Natasha and Wanda were in my room helping me get ready. I had previously died my hair a pastel pink/purple color. My dress would match that in a way. The top half was black and then it fanned out into dark and light pastel colors. There was purple, burgundy, a yellowish orangeish and a pink. I had a black shoulder handbag that had my gun, an ammo clip, and a knife. My makeup was nude, with my eyes popping out. My hair was done up in a messy bun and my shoes were black goddess sandals. When we were all ready, we walked out of my room and went down to the floor the party was on. When we came down the stairs (like the stairs in the avenger’s tower in age of ultron) there were reporters at the bottom. Some were taking pictures while some were recording.
“And here we have the women of the Avengers! Y/N Y/L/N, Natasha Romanoff and Wanda Maximoff! Ladies can we get an interview?”
“Of course.”
We each had our own interviewer with Nat to my right and Wanda to my left with me in the middle. I could hear parts of their interview but I focused on mine.
“I’m here with Y/N Y/L/N one of the lady Avengers, Y/N can you tell me how you joined the avengers?”
“I joined like the others did. I was called in when the attack on New York was immediate.”
“And what qualified you to be an Avenger?”
“I have the exact same skill set as Natasha. I am a level eight S.H.I.E.L.D. agent and like Natasha I’m the best there is.”
“Alright so one last question, who are you wearing tonight?”
“Uhm, I’m not really sure. I don’t want to sound mean when I say this but I don’t see how that is a relevant question. Thank you and I hope you enjoy the party.”
I walked away and grabbed Nat and Wanda. We walked away from the group of reporters and walked to the bar where Steve and Bucky were with Bruce behind the bar and Thor standing off to the side. They nodded their greetings at us and we all smiled back.
“So we saw you got hounded by the reporters as well.”
“We did.”
“The only thing I saw wrong with the interview was that Y/N took you girls away from your interviews.”
“Yeah well they shouldn’t have asked me who I was wearing. I knew if I got asked that, the girls would’ve gotten asked the same questions.”
“This is supposed to be a charity event Y/N. You have to be nice.”
“Niceness is not in my vocabulary, Captain.”
“It is when it’s an undercover op.”
“Yeah well this is not an undercover op now is it?”
“And if it was?”
“Then I would be nice.”
“Then think of this as an undercover op then. Your target is to promote the Avengers and get some people to help donate to charity. And to do that you have to be nice.”
“Lame but alright. But just fyi, you suck.’
“Dully noted Y/N.”
“Good.”
I walked away from the team and scanned the place. I found Tony talking to some investors so I figured I’d walk over there as well. Tony’s back was towards me so he didn’t see me come up behind him.
“Is this guy boring you with his “Iron Man” stories. Well I can tell you from my own personal experience, that they are all lies.”
Everyone started to laugh and even Tony chuckled. He put his hand on my back and grabbed me a champagne glass.
“As if Y/N. Gentlemen may I introduce you to Y/N Y/L/N. She’s also known as S/H/N. Y/N these are a few of our main donation investors. They are big donors to the C/N you are so big on.”
“Really? Well thank you so much! I’m glad I can finally put a name and a face to the donors who help those in need. Again thank you for your donations. Hopefully we can talk more later.”
They all nodded at me and I gave Tony a peck on the check. We were all wearing comms and I almost forgot when I heard Maria’s voice come thru them.
“Alright Avengers we have some big names and some big companies here. So tonight you’re to get the donors to donate to whatever your charity is. They have all been told beforehand that they are to hand you guys the money. Whoever comes up with the most money by the end of the night, gets a week off of work and the losers have to do whatever that person wants for that entire week.”
I reached up into my comm and pressed a button that was on the side of it so everyone could hear what I would say.
“Are there any rules to this little arrangement?”
“I’m glad you asked that Y/N, there actually is a few rules. There can be no teams or partnering up. This is a solo act. It is fine if you go to the same donor but you cannot be there at the same time. Also, you cannot rub it into each other’s faces how much money you have. You can also take down names of donors who are willing to donate full time to a charity. Now get out there and work Avengers. Good luck.”
Oh this should be fun. I already scanned the place for potential donors and those who would just be willing to give me money. For the next five hours that’s exactly what I did.

*Bucky’s View*
After Maria came onto the comms saying there was a contest, all the avengers went into what I guess you could say, Avenger-mode. I had already told Maria beforehand that I wouldn’t participate in it. I watched the team go around making a buzz go around the place. I counted how many people they were going to and took into account who gave them money and whose names they wrote down. I noticed that so far, Y/N and Nat seemed to be moving around the most which means they probably have the most money and donor names. I watched Y/N closely though and watched who would touch her or even talk to her. I guess that sounds a little possessive no? Y/N looked very cute and gorgeous in the dress eh was wearing. She had just dyed her hair to a pastel pink/purple color and that, paired with that dress was beautiful. It also helped that her hair was my favorite color. (I don’t know if it is or not but for this it is) I watched the way she glided around the room like she owned the place and how she would talk to the people and get them to do what she wanted. I don’t know why but watching her dance with some young and ugly dushbag made me feel something. I kept repeating the same mantra over and over again in my head. She’s not mine. She’s not mine. I don’t own her. She’s not mine.


*Reader’s View*
I had already circled the room hitting all of the very rich people. Now I’m just going around and getting the others who could be potential donors. Right now I was dancing with some dushbag who kept trying to put his hands on my ass. Each time he did, I would reposition his hands somewhere higher than that. He leaned into my ear and started to talk some bullcrap.
“You should come with me and get out of here. I know you don’t want to be here just as much as I do. We can leave here and have some fun. Some real fun.”
“No thank you I’m on the job.”
“But you don’t care. You seem like the kind who wants a good lay and needs one now.”
“But yet I really don’t. So if you would be so kind as to let me go, I have others guests to attend to.”
“Now, now, I don’t think you understand, I wasn’t asking.”
Really? This idiot is at the very bottom of the idiotic line. I just nodded my head and we walked to the elevators together. Security was on the elevator and when we got there I got to work.
“Security take his name and number down and make a note to call him tomorrow and have Stark do his thing.”
“Of course. What would you like me to do with him?”
“Escort him off the premises. He’s no longer a guest here.”
“Why you little slut! I own you!”
“It’s a real shame that nobody here asked for your opinion. Now get out of here.”
I walked away from the elevator and went back to the party. I heard the man yell that I would be hearing from his lawyers and I just shook my head. I pressed the button on my comm and watched the others reactions.
“Is this party over yet?”
“What’s the matter Y/L/N? Can’t take the pressure?”
“Actually Cap I can it’s just after what I had to deal with I’d kinda like it to just be us now. Besides, some of us do have a mission at two in the morning tomorrow.”
“She’s right Cap. She’s got an early day tomorrow and so do I. Tony it’s time to end this.”
“Thank you Maria.”
“No problem Y/N.”
I cut my comm off and looked around for Tony. I saw him get handed a microphone and get up on a table.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, it’s now twelve o’clock and we do have work in the next few hours so we are going to have to cut this party short. If you would all, please grab your belongings and follow the security guards to the exit. Thank you.”
Tony scanned the crowd and nodded at each one of us. We all left the room discreetly and went to the back room. There we would have our own little party and Maria would count the money with the help of Friday.
“Alright and the winner is, Y/N and Natasha! They both tied with $3,568 and a total of thirty donor names. So for the entire week you all have to do what they say and they get the week off.”
“Uhm Maria I have to work in three hours.”
“Not now you don’t. I alerted Fury and he’s changed that. A level six agent will go in your place.”
“So for a whole week me and Y/N have nothing to do? No missions, no recon, no op, no paper work, no nothing?”
“That’s correct Nat. This is a work free week.”
“Now what do you think about that Y/N?”
“I think this is going to be a very long week.”
“I’m with you there sister!”
Me and Nat clanged our glasses together and took a very big sip from it. The others laughed at our antics and shook their head. We were all just sitting around laughing and talking when someone brought up the idea to try to lift Thor’s hammer.
“It’s a trick man!”
“Don’t you know it buddy.”
I looked around the team and saw they were actually going to do this. I just shook my head when I saw Thor lift his hammer and place it on the table. One after the other, the team tried to life his hammer. Even Steve tried to but it didn’t move but he did manage to move it a little bit. The only ones who hadn’t yet to attempt it, was Nat, Bucky and me.
“Alright so the only ones who haven’t tried to yet is the Russian killers. Any of you want to give it a go?”
“Stark shut up. We are not killers and Bucky here isn’t even Russian. But back on topic, that’s not a question I need answered.”
“Y/N?”
“If I do this, you all have to agree to never do this ever again at any party.”
“Deal.”
I just shook my head but I got up any way. I walked over to the table where Thor’s hammer was and grabbed the handle. I didn’t even notice it but I had managed to lift Thor’s hammer. I looked at the hammer and the team and saw they were all shocked as well.
“Well I guess your past doesn’t matter. If Y/N can lift it then anyone can lift it.”
“Stark!”
“It’s fine Cap, I was going to call it a night anyway. Tonight was fun Stark.”
“Any time!”
I placed the hammer back on the table and walked over to the elevator. The doors were about to shut when a metal arm came between the doors. I looked up to see Bucky standing there and I smiled at him and he came in and pressed his floor number.
“I hope your actually tried and not just leaving the party because I am.”
“No, no, I am actually tired and plus I didn’t want to have to listen to Stark and his rude jokes. He over stepped a boundary back there Y/N and for that I’m sorry.”
“I don’t know why. You aren’t the one who said it but its fine. He has a point. If someone whose as bad as me can lift the “worthy” hammer, then anyone should be able to. Besides I don’t really care.”
“But it should.”
“yet it doesn’t.”
“You asked Stark to end the party earlier why?”
“Bad experience that’s all.”
“I saw.”
“Then why’d you ask?”
“Because I care about you and your mine. No one else should be able to touch you like that.”
“No one else? Bucky we’re not even together.”
“Then why don’t we change that?”
“And how do you plan on doing that?”
“By doing this.”

Bucky pushed off of the wall and walked over to me and grabbed my waist pulling me against him. He leaned down and his metal hand started to make its way up my back and behind my neck. He looked at my eyes and then my lips and I leaned up to close the gap between us. I never thought that someone like me, with my past, would be able to feel the way I’m feeling now. We eventually had to separate because we needed air. He didn’t pull away completely however, leaning his forehead on mine. I opened my eyes to see him smiling some goofy smile.
“Well that’s one way to do that.”
“Your mine Y/N. Only mine.”
“And your only mine as well Sargent.”
“I love you Y/N.”
“I love you too Sargent.”
“Mhm, I could get used to hearing you say that.”
“What I love you or Sargent?”
“Mhm, both.”

Hi friends! I just wanted to announce that I’ll be gone from tumblr for a couple of days mostly to finish the namjin arc but also to rest my hand and my soul. I’ve been feeling slightly overwhelmed lately which is no one’s fault! Everyone’s been super nice. But my following has grown a lot since I started like a month ago-ish?? And I feel like I have to one up each comic I do so that I don’t disappoint, which I know shouldn’t be the way I should be thinking. So yeah, I just need to take it slow and steady and press that rl refresh button for a bit.

I’m honestly so thankful for everyone who has supported me so far! You guys have been amazing. I read all of your asks and my heart swells every time. Feel free to keep talking to me on my ask! I’ll occasionally check~

Down On The River

Masterpost: {x}

Pairing: Jamilton

Summary: The Hamilton-Jefferson family always had a summer vacation and the two men took turns picking where to go. One year, Thomas picks decides that New Orleans would be an interesting place to visit. Alexander wasn’t too pleased.

Warnings: mentions of kidnapping, rape, and death, cussing

Word Count: 3,543

Tags: @hamilton-of-issues, @demonwolfnightmare, @jeffmadsrqandrp, @melonhamster, @mishaisakitten, @bestfluteninja, @nitrogennerd, @weareallhamiltontrash, @alex-ander-art, @elenarte, @cheerioscheerios, @closestfriendivegot, @suspicious-protagonist, @tinymugs

A/N: Pip :(


Summers were hot and sweaty in the port city of New Orleans. By the end of the day, it was easy to be slicked with perspiration from the blistering sun. The only thing that could cool anyone off was the light breeze, even then, it was still rather warm.

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It all keeps crumbling - Feysand (Modern Time AU)

Inspired by this post by likehemmins but the acc is unavailable. *fuck this*

It all keeps crumbling - Feysand fluff (Modern time AU)

chapter one - Date night

After all the time of not talking Feyre had hoped Tamlin would show up. He promised. Then again he had promised to come to her house a couple of times a week. He hadn’t done that either. He had broken so many promises over the last few weeks and made so many new ones. He wasn’t willing to let her go out even if it was with him and he wasn’t there.

She did not remember how long ago she had walked into the restaurant, she did remember the drop of her heart when he handn’t been there already. Tamlin must be busy with his job. He was the big lord. Maybe one of his meetings had taken longer than expected, That was possible right?

She sighed and leaned her head on her hand. This was the first time Tamlin was making time to go out with her since the accident. He was so set on making everything safe for her that he hadn’t realised how choked she was beginning to feel. The appartment he had bought for her had to many locks on the windows and doors. She felt locked in a space that should be safe. Nowhere was safe, not as long as she was with Tamlin but with all the protection her mob lord had put in place she was surprised that he didn’t show up in the restaurant. Although it must be safe, she noticed one of his minions sitting a couple of tables away although he was eating. Why wasn’t Lucien just coming to sit with her, or was that another one of Tamlins rules, don’t engage with Feyre when he isn’t there. Her life was flowing away from her like a river.

Ever since that kidnapping three months ago she hadn’t felt safe even though Tamlin did everything in his power to keep her safe. He gave her another minion every day to keep her safe but never company. She was lonely in that appartment. Pretty to see but not a home, not to her. Letting Feyre pick the restaurant was the first sign that he trusted her. It would have been if he didn’t also order her to pick a restaurant he owned. He owned a lot of them. This was all for her own safety, she had to remind herself. But it could also be considered safety to tell her who actually got her out of that building. She knew that Tamlin knew who got her out. She knew Tamlin wasn’t it. He couldn’t show up with all that police, he couldn’t risk being caught. She didn’t want him to be caught. She just wanted to see that he cared about her. Words weren’t enough anymore. Words had got her into that restaurant, alone. When did they last have a real conversation?

The waitress looked over what seemed to be the hundreds time tonight. A sad look in her eyes. A couple more minutes, Feyre promised herself. Only a couple more minutes than I’ll get the check and leave. She grabbed her phone. He was fortyfive minutes late. She sighed again and downed her glass of wine. That was it. She was leaving and she’d talk to Tamlin tomorrow no matter what. If he wouldn’t answer the phone she’d go and search for him. She knew where his office was.

The door opened and closed, the soft bell chiming. A handsome man had walked in. The most handsome man she had ever seen. His violet eyes looked around the room until they found hers. That’s not Tamlin what does he want? A lazy smile creeped up the guys face before he loudly exclaimed: “Hello, Darling. Sorry I’m late. Traffic is crazy right now.” He sat down in the chair in front of her. Quitly he added “I’m Rhysand. Just go with it, okay? Whoever didn’t bother to show up is a tool? Who would waste such a beautiful girl and such a beautiful dress.” A small smile krept her way onto Feyre’s face. She looked around and crossed eyes with Lucien. He shook his head and grabbed his own phone. Later hers buzzed. The message on screen read a simple message: Tamlin hates this man. Send him away before we get a brawl and or Tamling fires/kills me.  Feyre scoffed and didn’t bother answering it before she put it in her purse. She wasn’t going to waste a beautiful dress, like the man before her, Rhysand, had said. This dress was expensive and if that man wanted to have dinner with her she would. The violet eyes where familiar but not familiar enough. She would remember if she saw a man like Rhysand on the street, not?

“I’m Feyre,” she quietly said. “I hope you like white wine, I ordered a bottle at the beginning of the evening.” Rhysand nodded and waved the waitress over.

“How long ago was the beginning of your evening, Feyre?” She blushed as the waitress reached the table. She took a long time looking Rhysand over, not even looking at Feyre, but Rhysand wasn’t looking at the waitress, he was focused on the young woman in front of him. “You’ve already read the menu. I’ll just have what you’re having.”

Feyre ordered for both of them before looking the man over once more. “Why are you doing this?” She asks. Rhysand looks taken aback before regaining his posture.

“I saw you sitting on your own when I walked towards the store next door, you’re still sitting here now. If I could I’d punch the guy. If only cheff didn’t restrain-” He stopped mid sentence when the waitress came back. He thanked her before looking down at his food. “Good choice,” he said.

“Do you need anything?” The waitress asked. Rhysand looked up for a second to witness the straining buttons on her blouse and the battering eyelashes than his gaze shifted to Feyre. 

“No, thank you. Would you like anything, darling?” She shook her head and watched as Rhysand waved a hand to send the waitress on her way.

“What is your job?” Feyre asked raising an eyebrow. She took a bite of her chicken but her eyes didn’t stray from the muscular man.

“I don’t know if you want to know.”

“If you had finished your sentence I wouldn’t have to ask.” Rhysand shrugged and took a swig of his wine. “Please, it’s important to me to know what you do.” It’s important to know if Tamlin would kill you for sitting at this table but since you seem to know him…

“You’re Tamlins girlfriend, right?” Rhysand asked. Feyre nodded. She should break up with him but she didn’t know what the consequences would be. If she would be killed for it or if he would let her go at all.

“Lets see for how long he still wants me,” she murmured. “If I could though.” 

Rhysand smiled and than frowned. “It would be dangerous to quit.”

“I know.” She looked him right in the eyes. “I’ve been through worse.”

“I know.” 

“But how do you know, Rhysand?” She sat straighter up. How does he know all of that? He doesn’t looks like a mob lord. He didn’t even seem dangerous. How does he know all that about her.

“I know that you’ve lost even more weight since I’ve last seen you. Don’t understand me wrong, you still look beautiful but you’re getting too thin.” Feyre shook her head. He wasn’t telling her. Why would she stay with him. She was going to raise her hand for the check when he spoke up again.

“I’m sorry for the other girls in that building but I’m glad that I at least got to save you. You deserve to live and you deserve better than that tool. You deserve all the riches he promised you but never gave.” She gulped and look down at the table cloth. Her blue eyes refused to meet his till he raised her head with a finger under her chin. He squeezed her fidgeting hands with one of his callused once. “You deserve this, Feyre and if you want to get out I’ll make sure you’re safe.” She pulled his finger away and looked at her food again, stoicly eating. 

“Thank you, Rhysand but I love him. I’m staying.” For her sisters and for herself. As long as she stayed with Tamlin they would be taken care off. Another deep breath and she saw Rhysand was also eating again. “You can be my company tonight, but tomorrow I’ll be his again.”

“You are nobody’s property, Feyre. You are your own person with your own choices.” She snickered.

“Do you have siblings. He doesn’t only takes care of me. He takes care of all of us. I’m grateful to Tamlin.”

“It sounds like your in debt.” She glared at him and dabbed at the corners of her mouth with her napkin.

“If you can only insult my lifes choices you can always leave.” Feyre ignored the fluttering in her heart. She ignored the blood rushing near her ears. She loved Tamlin but this was living. “Or you can stay and live the night with me, if that’s okay wiht you.”

“Do you ever feel alive, darling?” He took her casting her eyes down as a no. “I’ll make you feel alive. I’ll keep you safe tonight. I wouldn’t want anything to happen to you.” They smiled and the conversation shifted. To hobbies, none for Feyre since she was kidnapped and family, Rhysand had lost his whole family. They talked about everything that came tonight and not once did either Tamlin or Rhysand’s job come up again. At the end Feyre felt her heart beating faster in her chest and if she hadn’t loved Tamlin she was sure she’d kiss the violet eyes man. She wanted to see him again after that night. Needed to see him again.

After a small discussion Rhysand paid for their meals, helped her into her coat and led her outside, all the way to her appartment. 

He stood half a foot away. “Be sage, Feyre and if things with Tamlin go awry you can always come to me. I’ll help you.” Feyre smiled and looked into his violet eyes. His hair as dark as the night shining in the moonlight. 

“That would be great, Rhys. I’ll call you tomorrow.” She opened the door but stopped at the threshold. “Why did you say that you saved me, that night?” 

“I’m the cop that pulled you out of there. I held you in my arms till the ambulance came. I fought for you to live, don’t let that be in vain. Don’t let that tirant pull you down. Tamlin threatened to kill me if I ever touched you again. At least that was on the note attached to my coat. Let him try. As long as you’re safe.” Tears shone in light blue eyes as she stepped out of her home, placed a soft lingering kiss on his cheek and whispered in her ear,

“Thank you.” She stepped back into her home and repeated it. “Thank you, Rhys. I’ll call you tomorrow or you can come by at seven for dinner.”

“I’d love too.” He watched as she closed the door. “Sleep well,” he spoke softly. He sighed, smiled and walked to his own place. He would give her time to heal, time to make up her mind. Time to find out what Tamlin really was to her.

All Started With a Song Part 7// Conor Maynard

Word Count-  1852

Summary- conor sees your cover and contacts you

A/n- (feel free to change the friends name I was just too lazy to write y/f/n that may times) so sorry it took so long. i was at my friends and couldnt get time to post. heres part 7. i hope you enjoy. im also not going to lie ot you guys, i have no idea when part 8 will be up. this is laos the longest imagine ive written so far!

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You groaned as you rolled over in your bed, the loud noise filling your ears. Your alarm was going off. You slowly reached your hand out from under the blankets and shut it off. You were so tired but you knew you needed to get up. It was currently midnight. You needed to pack everything into the car, get to the airport and get everything checked in by 2:30.

You reluctantly got out of your oh-so-warm bed and walked to the guest room.

“Ali, get up. We have to get ready,” you whispered, lighting shaking the brunette.

You walked to the other side of the bed, “Livy, c’mon. We have to get ready.”

“Why did we stay up last night? We’re so dumb,” Alice groaned, sitting up.

“I regret it so much,” Olivia whined, pulling the blanket over her head.

You laughed lightly, grabbing the blanket and ripping it off the bed.

“You bitch! What did I ever do to you?!” Olivia shrieked.

“Get up you lazy bums. I’m making breakfast,” you said walking out to the kitchen.

“By making do you mean getting the cereal and bowls out?” Alice smiled, following you.

“And the milk!” you retorted.

“Hey Liv, can you bring me some Ibuprofen? My head is killing me,” Alice lightly shouted. A few moments later the blonde came out with a bottle of pills.

“Why did we do that last night?” She groaned.

“Because we’re dumb and immature,” you laughed.

“Not so loud please,” Alice whispered, swallowing 2 of the pills.

“Sorry,” you gave her a smile. “Maybe some Cheerios will help.” You passed her a bowl full of her favorite cereal.

“Oh my god,” she moaned as she took a bite. “God is real.”

You and Olivia laughed.

“Did we take any videos from last night?” you asked, handing Olivia her bowl.

“Let me check,” she took a spoonful of cereal while opening her camera roll. “Oh. My. God.”

“What?” you and Alice asked in unison.

“Look,” she had a weird look on her face when she handed you her phone.

You looked at the screen, mouth wide open.

You were stood on your bed, in an old t shirt and booty shorts. You were clearly drunk and very happy.

“Y/n!” shouted Alice. “Give your bae a quick shootout!”

“Yeah!” Olivia giggled, her grip on the phone shaky.

“I don’t have a bae,” you said sadly. “But I will give a shout out. Shout out to Conor Maynard for being a grade A asshole.” You hoisted the bottle of beer in your hand into the air. “You really know how to treat a girl. Hope your mommy’s proud of you.” You kneeled on the bed and got really close to the camera.

“Oh, and I think I might love you…” you said quietly. And then the video ended.

You stood there, not realizing the tears that had shed down your cheeks.

“Oh babe,” Olivia wrapped you in a hug. “I’m sorry.”

“No. Don’t feel bad. I was drunk, I said something I didn’t mean.” You lied through your teeth, hoping they would believe you. “We’re going to LA in a few hours, we should be happy!”

“Speaking of that, we should really get ready.”

“Oh crap,” Alice said looking at the clock. “It’s already 12:45.”

You three quickly washed your dishes and rushed to the bathroom. You guys spent the next 45 minutes getting ready, jamming out to music and packing your essentials into your carry ons.

By 1:30 you three were stood at your door, making sure you had everything.

“Carry ons?” you asked.

“Check!”

“Check,” Olivia placed her hands around the straps of her backpack.

“Phone and charger?”

“Got them both,” Alice said phone in hand.

“Where’s your charger?” you asked.

“In my bag.”

“Prove it.”

She sighed, “Yes mom.” She took her backpack off, opening the front pocket to reveal her various chargers.

“Olivia?”

“Check and check, “she had her charger in one hand, phone in the other.

“Makeup?”

“We packed all of it into yours.”

“Oh right. I have the necessities, Liv has the snacks and you have the activities,” you pointed at Alice who nodded.

“Suit case?”

“You can see them!” Olivia chuckled.

“I’m just going through the list we made!”

“Computers?”

“Yes! We both have them! Can we please go now?”

“Yes! Let’s go!!” you squealed, shooing them out the door. You placed the key in the lock and turned it. “Hold on, I need to do one more thing.”

“What?”

You ignored their questioning looks as you walked across the hallway, knocking on the door. The door opened faster than any of you expected.

“Mornin’,” said the very attractive young male who just happened to be shirtless.

“Hey Alex, here’s the key. Feel free to eat any food you find and use my Netflix.” You smiled, handing him the key.

“No problem,” he smiled, leaning against the door for support. “What exactly am I doing again?”

You chuckled, “Just making sure no one breaks in.”

“Right,” he straightening himself. “I can do that.”

“Thanks again,” you reach up and kissed him on the cheek. “I owe you.”

He smirked and closed the door. You turned around to two girls gawking at you.

“What the hell was that?” Olivia asked.

“That’s my neighbor Alex,” you said, grabbing your suitcase and beginning the long walk to the elevator.

“Why have you never mentioned him?” Alice asked, following you.

“Never came up, I guess,” you shrugged, approaching the elevator.

“Can we also talk about how its Alex. As in Jack Maynard’s friend Alex.” Olivia trailed off.

You laughed, pressing the elevator button, “It’s not a big deal guys. He doesn’t really socialize with anyone but the boys.”

“Have you guys hung out?” Alice pestered, following you into the elevator.

“Once, but it was when I first moved it last year. He was nice, but then had to leave cuz Abe needed help with someone. We just never clicked,” you shrugged once more.

“Why are you not freaking out?” Olivia questioned.

“Because I wasn’t going to use him to get to Conor, so why try? Yeah he’s nice and stuff, but I’m not that kind of person. Also he’d find out sooner or later that I’m a fan of him and his best friends.”

“You have a point, but I would have been all over that,” Alice laughed.

“Do you want his number?” you joked.

“You have it?” she gawked.

“No,” you laughed. “I just wanted to see your reaction.”

~~

It took you girls a solid 10 minutes to figure out how to get everything in the car, it was like a giant version of Tetris.

The car ride was full of out-of-tuned singing and dirty looks from people who were stuck at the stoplight next to you.

When you finally got to the airport you parked in the long term parking and walked inside. It took about 20 minutes to get through security. You had to stop and beg the security to let you take the snacks on the 11 hour flight, which they eventually allowed.

You stopped by a Starbucks because you were all running on about 2 hours of sleep.

“Guys look!” Olivia smiled, pointing out the large windows that displayed all the airplanes.

“Let’s get a picture!” you giggled.

“Hi, could you please take a few photos of us?” Alice asked a teenage girl.

“Sure!” she smiled a big toothy smile and took the phone.

You guys took some facing away from the camera, some facing the camera and some sitting on the ground. After thanking the girl, you exchanged pictures.

While you were sat at Gate 4 waiting for your flight to LA, Conor was an absolute mess.

~~

“I fucked up mate,” Conor sighed, spreading across the couch.

“And I don’t feel bad,” Jack said annoyed. Conor did this to himself.

“What do I do?” he asked his younger brother.

“Let her go. Bro you lost her, just accept that.” His brother sighed, pausing the game to give Conor his full attention

“I can’t,” Conor sat up, squeezing a pillow tight to his chest. “I like her a lot.”

“Then why did you ‘forget’?” Jack asked, using the finger quotes when necessary.

“Because I was jealous, I wanted to make her jealous. But I regret it,” he groaned, slamming his head into the pillow.

“If you regret it, why did you unadd her on everything?”

“I don’t know, I was upset that I just let her leave.”

“Bro, you’re so fucking stupid.” And with that Jack got up and went to his room.

Leaving Conor by himself while he was sad was a bad idea. He always did things he would later regret. And this time was no different, he opened his phone and went to Instagram. One lil peek wouldn’t hurt.

Yes it would.

He typed in your username and noticed you had a new picture. The picture was of you and two girls, the same two girls from your previous post, in front of a giant window of what looked like an airport. All three of you were in a squatting position. Alice and Olivia had their fingers pointing at the camera and you were in the middle, hands in prayer formation.

His eyebrows knit together in confusion as he read the caption.

@y/i/n/

spontaneous vacay with my besties? i think yes!

Where were you going? Why? Who were you going to see there? What were you going to do? He clicked the picture and went to the brunette’s, Alice, page. He was even more upset after seeing her post.

@aliiibooo

a spoon full of travel makes the sadness go away

Her picture was off you three, once again in front of the giant window. But this time you were in the middle, one arm wrapped around each girl. Alice was throwing up a peace sign and the blonde, Olivia, had her hand on your face, squishing your cheeks together. He once again clicked on the picture, this time going to Olivia’s page.

Her post was of you three facing away from the camera. Conor couldn’t see your face but he knew you looked beautiful.

@oliviaaaaaa

LA, we’re coming for ya ;)

California? Why were you going to California? What was in California that wasn’t in London?

Lots of things you idiot.

Conor was half tempted to message you about it. But then he got a call.

Incoming call: Anth

Anth? Why was Anth calling him?

“Hey bro, what’s up?” Conor asked, curiosity filling him as he laid back on the couch.

“Before I tell you anything, you have to promise not to get mad or do anything stupid,” Anth said slowly.

“What are you on about?” Conor chuckled.

“Promise me,” there was no laughter in Anth’s voice.

“Okay… I promise. Now tell me what’s going on,” he sat up again.

“Y/n is coming to LA to do a cover with me,” Anth said quickly, fear consuming him.

It took Conor a few seconds to respond but Anth never expected him to say what he did.