i hope you had a great time here

And how was your trip, Frenzy?

I hope you were able to find some diabolical (my 4yr old’s newest word) fun without taking over the world!

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Diabolical is a WONDERFUL word, especially for a 4-year-old! (and OMG i LOVE Pinky & the Brain!! They were my favorite, along with Slappy Squirrel). (for obvious reasons).

I had a BLAST!! Alaska is so pretty! Saw lots of wildlife, saw glaciers (before they disappear), chillaxed with the hubs, sketched a lot, and had a great time. Here’s a pic of my goofball self as high up & forward as i could get on the boat as we went under the Golden Gate:

it was windy as all hell, and it took like 20 minutes to comb all the knots out, but it was SO COOL! All the pics we took I have that same shiteating grin on my face. That’s what 10 days of not having to cook, clean, or parent anything will do to ya :p

I Own You

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Words: 2508

Warnings: Angst;  rough, unprotected sex; fluffy ending

A/N: I had a mighty need to write some angry, rough Loki… So here you go. I hope you enjoy! 

Originally posted by luvn-loki

A dull headache was the first thing that woke you up. You blinked few times to clear your sight and look at the empty side next to you.

Turning around you noticed that the sheets were a pure mess and then you noticed that it was 2 p.m.

“Ah, great!” you groaned and then pulled to covers to the side.

You were naked and probably got awfully drunk last night.

Then it hit you. You had a fight with the god of mischief before you let tequila possess you.

 You laid back in the bed and tried to remember something more from last night, but you got nada. All you could still feel was the strong smell of the steaming alcohol off your skin.

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Out of the Frying Pan, Into the Inferno - Reggie Mantle x Reader Imagine

Warnings: Some swearing, some yelling

Request by @stevrgers:  hey could I request an imagine where the reader has a thing with reggie but it’s super lowkey and reggie wants to keep it that way because he wants to keep her out of the playbook (cause he really cares for her) but the reader perceives his secrecy of their relationship as him being embarrassed to be seen with her by his friends/the school and reader gets upset & reggie is torn cause he wants to tell her about the book but also doesn’t want to get in trouble by the team for exposing their secret

Hope you enjoy it! I’m sorry if it seems a little disjointed. I tried to jam so much into it and it got so long (almost six pages on Word), but here you are!

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Doctor Who Panel - Ottawa Comic Con 2017

I haven’t made a post here for a long time but this is the most fandom thing I’ve done in a while and wanted to share. I attended the DW Panel and we had Peter Capaldi, Alex Kingston and Jenna Coleman in Ottawa which was great because we never get anyone and certainly not a current Doctor. They were all wonderful and I really enjoyed the event. Here are some of the highlights (I say highlights but this is basically the whole thing) 

Q: Peter Capaldi (PC) what do you look for in a partner?
PC: longevity 

Q: Fave monsters?
PC: Likes the Daleks but his long time fave are the Zarbi from the episode “The Web Planet”
Alex Kingston (AK): When she was young, she liked the Cybermen but now its the Silence (she never actually said the name, she acted like she couldn’t remember it and Jenna ended up being the one to say it)
Jenna Coleman (JC): She also likes the Silence. She finds the scariest monsters are the ones which never have to run but move slowly

Q: Fave Dalek scene?
JC: When she was a Dalek (“Asylum of the Daleks”)
CP: When they were shrunk and put into a Dalek (someone from the crowd shouted rusty, “Into the Dalek”)
AK: When she killed a Dalek (”The Big Bang”)

Q: Fave emotional scene without giving away any spoilers?
JC: The diner scene. It was shot over two days as they shot some of it in the diner and the rest in the studio. She didn’t think the parts shot in the studio were meant to be emotional, when she enters her Tardis. But Peter was there when he didn’t have to, in his own clothes, and seeing him there made her emotional
AK: Saying good bye to David, getting the ‘piss off’ (her words) from Matt, and for Peter it was hard for both of them to hold back their emotions but still be able to show it to the audience, of knowing what was in store for each other without the other knowing.   

Q: Jenna asked what it felt like dying
JC: She read in the script a raven was meant to fly at her, but she didn’t know what to expect on set and whether they would actually get a raven which would be made to fly at her. So when that didn’t actually happen she was so relieved she kept forgetting to actually die. 

Q: Choose a show or movie for Doctor Who to do a crossover
PC: Game of thrones, because the Doctor can definitely take down the white walkers
AK: Lord of the Rings, and the Doctor to face the Orcs
JC: The Thick of it (so Pc vs PC lol)

Q: If they could choose a name for the Doctor what would it be
JC: Bob 
PC: Doesn’t believe the Doctor’s name can be understood by humans, so it isn’t a word
AK: When she was shooting the scene where River Song whispers the Doctor’s name, the first take she whispered the name Shaniqua (lol) and caused an NG. She kept changing the name every time they shot the scene but wouldn’t say the other names 

Q: Fave line?
PC: I’m the Doctor
AK: Hello sweetie 
JC: Chin boy, show me the stars and Run you clever boy
(They got into a discussion led by PC, that Steven Moffat likes to notice peoples different quirks and bring it into the script. So it’s not a trait of the Doctor but the actor e.g. like how he runs funny. 

Q: PC why does Doctor who appeal to young people today especially with an episode like “Thin Ice”?
PC: (I loved how he answered this question and I’m not going to do it justice but here goes) There are a lot of things going on in the world right now which are bad, terrible and crazy. And it’s up to writers to put across a message about the times we live in. The Doctor sees things from a different perspective from all of time and space, to see what’s truly good and what’s truly bad. It’s in the Doctor’s character and we all have to keep saying it

Q: Do they have any input into how their character is written?
JC: The script is fluid during filming and Moffat can put a joke she said before hand into the script
AK: Likes how Moffat writes characters to be unique, so they have their own speech pattern. You can see a line without naming a character, but you can still picture exactly who would say it
PC: Even though he doesn’t change the lines they can interpret and deliver the lines differently from how they are written in the script

Q: Fave episode?
JC: Vincent and the Doctor, likes she get to meet such influential people from the past
AK: Also really loved Vincent and the Doctor, and that the Doctor was able to take him into the future and show him how people admired his genius and talent (honestly one of my fave scenes also)
PC:  Frontier in Space (To him only six people cheered after he said this so jokingly wondered if we are all really Doctor Who fans in the audience) 

Just some things I took note of

  • JC knew for a year she was leaving the show. They had already decided that Clara could not return to Earth, so she was happy with the ending
  • AK told us David Tennant loves playing cards. And him and Catherine Tate played a game between takes which she joined, to name a band from the last letter of the previous band named. They all got so into it they were more into the game than the actual scenes
  • Alex was asked if she would do a show with John Barrowman as River Song and Captain Jack Harkness. She walked over to Peter and covered his ears by placing his head against her stomach and covering the other with her hand, and whispered yes into the microphone.  
  • They are all for the next Doctor being a girl, PC added a woman as well. If they could choose an actress to be the Doctor AK choose Frances de la Tour, PC choose Melissa McCarthy, and JC declined to answer sort of hinting she could be in the running (the host added because the Doctor can choose a face he has known i.e. like PC)
  • AK says she can’t have a fave Doctor because it’s the same person but he is like a snake which sheds its skin (loved the metaphor), but River Song enjoys that the different Doctors come in different shapes and sizes ;)
  • PC told us his punk rock band was called Dream Boys (was very embarrassed by this admission) and his stage outfit was a white shirt and a bow tie. So he has always loved bow ties
  • The fave character AK has played is Lady Macbeth. She never grew up believing she would be on tv as Britain doesn’t have Hollywood like America. So hoped to make it in theater 
  • PC was asked what it was like being a side character on DW before becoming the Doctor. He gave a funny excerpt of how he sneaked into the Tardis and played with the console because he thought it would be his one and only chance in the cheapest toga ever made (thankfully it wasn’t)
Sneak Pt. 1 [M]

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

Genre: Graphic smut, this is pure filth, i am not sorry, ceo!namjoon

Word Count: 5.3k

A/N: this shoot had me feeling all sorts of ways. don’t tempt me into making this a series because i very well could lol oops rip me. Also, this is unedited. I will be coming back to it to make edits once I finally sleep

Originally posted by jackjacky5

You stood behind the podium and stared out into the boardroom. The group of unamused business men clad in suits that costs 6 months of your rent stared back at you. The youthful face of the CEO stood out amongst the wrinkled frowns of everyone else in the room. You tried not to stare, or at least not let him notice you were staring. You had been working for this corporation for 3 months but you still hadn’t gotten used to the idea that Namjoon was your boss. Granted, there weren’t many CEO’s in their 20’s anyway.

But he was handsome. His dirty blonde hair always sat messily upon his head. Thick black framed glasses sat perfectly on his face while two dimples frame the sides of his perfect lips. Not that you had notice his perfect lips to begin with. Namjoon was your boss, a mantra that you had to remind yourself on a daily basis because if it weren’t for that then you would certainly be wanting to get him in the supply closet. But Namjoon was your boss.

Taking a deep breath, you started your presentation. It seemed like all the knowledge your fancy degree had given you went out the window as soon as you started to speak. You weren’t even sure if it was english, but before you knew it you had reached the last slide. Silence filled the room as the men in suits took in the last of your words. “Any questions?” you asked.

There was no response. Just pairs of empty eyes staring back at you. The overwhelming feeling of failure creeped into your bones as you stood awkwardly in place, unsure of what to do. Finally, the grumpiest of all the men raised an eyebrow and started to speak, “How is this relevant to our company? The ideas you are proposing are very provocative, but we don’t run the business this way. It seems a little out of reach, don’t you think?”

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Without you.

Hii, Here is part 2 to ‘Give me a Break.“ I got so many great responses to it and I cant thank you enough. I hope you enjoy it.xxx

During the first week without him Y/N was alright. She busied herself with working and cleaning up the house and doing everything to take her mind off the fact that something was missing.
Or someone.

During the first week without her Harry was heartbroken. Just like every time he was away from her. It was worse this time though. He didn’t talk to her. And he had no idea where they were standing right now.
And he missed her.

During the second week without him it finally sunk in that he wasn’t there. Y/N finally realized what ‘taking a break’ really meant. It meant radio silence. Nothing. Nothing but her mind wandering to him and what happened. And how everything was so messed up.
And that was when she understood Harry’s doubts.

During the second week without her he got used to the empty feeling inside his heart. He got used to the sleepless nights and mornings filled with tears. He didn’t eat properly anymore. He hadn’t smiled ever since he left her standing in their foyer. He felt like he wasn’t able to breath. Like his lungs would collapse anytime.

When the day of his departure finally came he didn’t know what to do. He wanted to see her before he left for two weeks. He wanted a good luck kiss from her or else he was sure he would mess up SNL.
But when his finger hovered over the call button he hesitated. What if she didn’t want to talk to him? What if she didn’t want to see him?
He was scared.
No, terrified.
But he had to talk to her. He couldn’t take another second without hearing her voice.
So he took a deep breath and called her. And he waited. And waited. With ever beep his heart sunk lower and lower. Until finally it shattered when a female voice told him he could leave a message.
He tossed the phone onto the bed and gasped for air. Tears welled up in his eyes and streamed down his cheeks. Whimpers and silent sobs wrecked his body.
This can’t be happening.
She can’t be serious.
And again he began to doubt everything.

Two hours later his phone rang. When he saw her photo on his screen he closed his eyes for a second before he lifted his phone to his ear.
“Harry, oh my goodness. I’m so sorry I didn’t pick up earlier but I took a nap and I didn’t hear my phone ringing. I’m sorry. Please tell me you didn’t leave yet.”
His eyes closed again when he finally heard her voice again.
“I haven’t.”
“Alright. Okay. Then I’ll come over. You want me to come over, right? Or maybe you just called to let me know you’re leaving and you don’t even want to see me. God, I want to see you, Harry. Or even worse you called to-”
“Love. I want to see you. Or course I do.” he chuckled quietly.
“You do?”
“More than anything.”
“You don’t hate me?”
“I told you I could never hate you.”
“Okay. That’s good, because I don’t hate you either. I actually love you and-” she stopped talking abruptly.
“And I’m rambling.” she sighed out.
Harry chuckled and for the first time in weeks he smiled again. Because of her. Because she made him smile during the worst times.
“You want to come over now?”
“Yes. Of course. I’ll be twenty minutes tops. See you!”
“Drive safely.”
And with that they hung up.
He noticed that his hands were shaking and his face was burning up. Twenty minutes. Twenty minutes until he saw her again. God, he missed her.
He went into the bathroom and studied himself in the mirror. He had a bit of peach fuzz going on above his lips and around his jawline but he knew she liked that. His hair was messy but not too messy. He filled his hands with cold water and spritzt it onto his face to make sure he looked a bit more fresh.
He was wearing the yellow and black pullover from Gucci which Y/N absolutely loved. His legs were covered by black skinny jeans like always. On his fingers sat all the rings Y/N loved.
And she loved him.

Y/N was shaking too when she placed her phone down, her breathing heavier than usual.
She went into the bathroom to check her appearance. Her hair was straightened and framing her face nicely. Her makeup was natural but complimented every feature perfectly. She was wearing a dark blue V-neck pullover and around her neck she wore the golden necklace Harry gave her on their one year anniversary. Her legs were covered by blue ripped jeans and she knew Harry loved them.
But did he lover her?

When she finally arrived at Gemma’s house she was more nervous than ever. She didn’t know what would happen now. If she would only walk in, wish him good luck and then leave again. The worst was that she didn’t have a lot of time. Only an hour before she would have to leave in order to be on time for her dinner plans.
She took a deep breath before she got out of her car and made her way to the front door. She lifted her shaking hand and rung the doorbell. A few seconds later she heard footsteps making their way to the door. And then he opened it.
And he stood there in all his glory, looking even more handsome than ever. A soft smile grazed his lips and she heard him release the breath he was holding.
“Hello, lo-”
He didn’t get to finish his sentence because Y/N threw her arms around his neck and squeezed him tightly. She heard his surprised gasp and prayed he wouldn’t push her away, but he didn’t. Of course he didn’t. He only pulled her closer and nuzzled his face into her neck.
She smelled his familiar scent and tears sprung to her eyes immediately. His pillow lost his scent long ago and she missed it.
She smelled just like he remembered as well. Fresh and girly and so like home.
They stood like that for a few moments before Y/N pulled away and wiped the tears from her cheeks.
"Sorry, didn’t mean to jump on you like that. Just really missed you.”
Harry closed the door behind her and took hold of one of her hands.
“I missed you, too.”
Their eyes met and they both felt their hearts breaking all over again when they saw each others sadness.
Harry wrapped her in a tight hug again, his hands rubbing over her back in the way he knew she liked.
“You look very beautiful, my love.” he whispered into her neck.
“You look very handsome as well, Harry.” she replied and pulled back a bit so she could look at him.
Harry reached up to cup her cheek and stroked over her cheek gently.
“I cooked dinner. My legendary chicken that you love so much.” he smiled softly.
“I’d love to stay for dinner, but I can’t. I already made plans with someone.”
Y/N watched with horror as Harry’s face fell immediately and his hand dropped from her cheek. He took a step back and scratched his head awkwardly.
“A-Alright. Uhm, well-”
“Harry? Did I say something wrong?” she panicked, her hand reaching out for him but he took another step back.
“No. Everything’s okay.”
“Is… Is it because I said I made plans with someone?”
He looked at the floor, his fingers nervously playing with his rings. She sighed and shook her head.
“I made plans with someone new from work. His name is Tim and he needs some information and we thought it would be nice to do all that stuff over dinner.”
His eyes closed briefly when he heard his name.
Y/N sighed again, closed the gap between them and threaded her fingers through his.
“This is a business dinner, Harry. Not a date. I don’t go on dates with anyone but if I would want to I’d only go with you. Tim is nice and we get along and he needs a bit of help. That’s all.”
“Do you like him?”
“I don’t know him so there’s nothing to like or dislike.”
“Do you want to get to know him?”
“Harry!” she exclaimed frustrated.
“I told you it’s a business dinner. You have nothing to worry about, alright? Believe me, I would love to stay here and eat dinner with you. But I don’t think that’s exactly what we should do during our break and I can’t just ditch Tim.”
His eyes snapped to hers and his brows furrowed.
“You think we can’t spend a evening together just because we’re on a break?”
Her eyes closed briefly and she sighed. She looked up at him again and lifted the hand that wasn’t holding his to his cheek.
“We said we needed space, remember? I don’t want to mess anything up just because we’re desperately missing each other.”
You said we needed space, not me.” Harry mumbled.
“Harry.” she all but pleaded and Harry sighed and nodded.
“So you don’t have that much time, hm?”
“Well, at least you came. Wasn’t sure you’d want to.”
“Of course I wanted to. I missed you like crazy.”
The both stared into each other’s eyes for a few seconds before Harry sighed and leaned his forehead against hers.
“What are we doing, love?” he asked in a whisper.
“Let’s not talk about it now, yeah? We’ll do that when you’re back and we’ll have time.”
Y/N reached her arms up again and wrapped them around his neck, pressing a tiny kiss right behind his ear.
“I’m scared, H.”
“Me too, love.”
They pulled back and both sighed.
“I think it’s better when I’ll leave now.” she whispered after a few seconds.
Harry wanted to shake his head and hold her so she couldn’t leave. He wanted her to stay with him and not go out with another man. She was his after all.
But he nodded anyway. Because it was for the better.
“Promise me to take care, yeah? And don’t go out without at least one bodyguard, you know how crazy the fans in New York are.”
“I promise.” he smiled weakly.
“And promise not to forget about me.” she whimpered and Harry was shocked to see tears falling from her eyes.
“Love, I could never forget about you. I love you so much.”
And now they were both crying.
“I love you too.”
“God, we never cry this much when I have to leave.” Harry chuckled.
Y/N giggled softly wiped her constantly falling tears away.
“You can still call me anytime you need to, okay? I’m never too busy and I don’t care about time zones.”
“Same goes to you.” she nodded.
“Can I get a good luck kiss? Or else I think I’ll mess up.”
She laughed softly and leaned up to press her lips to his. Harry moaned quietly at the contact and pulled her closer. She melted against him like she always does and opened her mouth so Harry could deepen the kiss, but only for a moment before he pulled away to breath. He held her in place with his hand in her hair so she wouldn’t pull away and pressed countless soft kisses against her mouth. He wasn’t ready to let go yet.
“I’m gonna…”
“Be late.” she finally finished with a laugh when she pulled away enough that his lips didn’t touch hers anymore.
“Don’t care. That Tom guy can wait.”
“Even if his name was Gustav, Rudolph or Theodor I wouldn’t care.”
Y/N kissed him through her smile and pulled him closer. She wasn’t ready to let go either.
“I really have to go now.”
He sighed, nodded and kissed her again.
“You’ll kick ass in New York, alright?”
He chuckled and nodded.
“I’ll try.”
They kissed again and again until she really had to leave or else she would definitely make Tim wait.
“You know that I love you, right?” he asked just before she exited the house.
“I do. I love you, too. We’ll get through this.” she smiled at him.
“Pinky promise.” she nodded and slung her pinky around his.
“Bye.” he whispered.
“Bye. And let me know when you’ve landed, yeah?”
“I will.”
And after another kiss she left the house.

She made it to the restaurant right on time but Tim was sitting at the table already. She made her way through the room until she reached him and he stood up when he saw her.
“Hey.” he breathed and kissed her cheek.
“Hi, I’m sorry you had to wait. And I’m sorry that my outfit is so casual but I was a bit distracted earlier.” she blushed.
“Yeah.” she nodded and sat down on her chair.

She made it through dinner without thinking about Harry every second. She was actually able to let go for a bit and enjoy it. Tim was fun and made her laugh a lot which she really needed for a change.
She decided that she liked him, he worked hard and was very interested in all the things she brought for him and he was also relaxed and cool. And she would be lying if she said she didn’t find him attractive.
If she didn’t knew Harry, she thought, she might go out with him again. But she knew Harry, and was his girlfriend. And she knew that no one could ever compare.
When they left the restaurant Tim insisted to walk her to her car just to know she was safe. The still laughed and giggled and the atmosphere around them was light.
“I really enjoyed dinner with you, I really needed some fun.” she smiled at him when they reached her car.
And something about the was he looked at her and smiled should have let her know that they weren’t on the same page.
He leaned in and Y/N thought he’ll only kiss her cheek but when she felt his lips brush hers her eyes widened.

Mr. Darcy- Tom Holland One Shot

Pairing: Tom Holland X Reader

Prompt: While undercover at a school in New York, Tom falls for the pretty valedictorian and his partner for an English project.

Word Count: 3070

A/N: 3000 and several months later, I finally published another one shot!!! Yay! I’m not dead yet!


“I can’t believe it- I’m literally going back to high school.” Tom muttered angrily before biting into his toast for breakfast.

“Hey, you wanted to play Spiderman.” Harrison said, taking a sip of his tea.

“I know, but I didn’t think Marvel would legitimately send me to an American high school.”

As Harrison went to respond, his phone lit up, “Well, I got to go. Have fun at school, Stanley Osterfield.” He ruffled Tom’s hair playfully before leaving the room to answer his phone. Tom let out another huff of annoyance as he finished his meal. He fixed his hair in the bathroom mirror and grabbed his backpack, before heading out the door to his first day at an American high school.


Your AP Physics C instructor droned on about how magnetic fields are created as you drifted off into space. Just as your eyes were beginning to shut, the door squeaked open and a brown-haired boy walked in.

“I’m sorry. I got lost.” He said, handing Mr. Smith a pass. The teacher glanced down at him, then peered back up at the teenager.

“Transfer, eh?” Mr. Smith tossed the paper on the desk, “Take a seat in the back, next to Lucas.”

“Okay.” The boy said and began to walk to the back of the classroom. You, along with your classmates, stared at him as he walked; all of you wondering how-how he managed to get into the Bronx School of Science and Engineering at this point of the year. No one new had arrived since freshman year, so why suddenly in your senior year is someone knew arriving? He must be brilliant, in order to have bypassed all the tests and the waiting lists. You had a strange feeling about him. He looked all too familiar; when he passed by you and his brown eyes caught yours, you could’ve sworn you’d seen them before.

Your instructor continued with his lecture, acting as if he wasn’t questioning the arrival of a new student.


Four classes later, you saw him again. The new kid, Stan if you had heard the rumor properly, was in your physics class as well as your AP Literature and Composition class. This time, however, he wasn’t late, which seemed to please Ms. Hall.

“The AP Literature and Composition test is based upon your ability to analyze pieces of literature.” Ms. Hall spoke as she passed around a yellow sheet of paper with black printing on it, “For this project, you will be reading a classic novel and film a short movie based upon it. I will assign you a partner to work with on this project, as well as a book for it.” She then rattled off names in partners, calling you out last, “Y/N and Stanley, Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen.” You immediately looked over at the new boy. He simply pulled his beanie down lower and kept his head hidden in his arms.

Class continued as normal with no further discussion about the film project. After class, you went over to Ms. Hall’s desk to ask her about your partner.

“Y/N, are you here to ask why I partnered you with the new student?” She said before you managed to get a word out. You nodded sheepishly, “I did it because you are the valedictorian and my brightest student. I know you will do well on the project and I know that you will also manage to help him get comfortable in this school.”

“Okay. I think it will be fine. And, Ms. Hall, I am not valedictorian yet.”

“You’ve always been so modest. You will be valedictorian-I’m quite sure of it.” She smiled at you, “Have a good afternoon.”

“You too, Ms. Hall.” You replied, exiting the classroom. You headed straight for your locker to drop off your textbooks, so that you could head home.

“Excuse me, do you know where the library is?” You heard someone question. You turned around and were met with the eyes of Stanley.

“It’s on the other side of that building. You just walk down that hallway, through both sets of doors, and you’ll be there.” You explained.

“Right. Thank you.” When he turned to leave, you stopped him.

“You’re Stanley, right? The new student?” You said.

“Yes, that’s me.” He turned back around to face you.

“I’m Y/N Y/L/N, your partner for the English assignment.” You held your hand out for him to shake.

“Stanley Osterfield, but you can call me Stan.” He replied, shaking your hand with a smile.

“What are you off to the library for?”

“Textbooks-and also Pride and Prejudice.”

“If you give me a minute, I’ll walk with you. I need Pride and Prejudice as well.”

“Oh okay.” Stan said, waiting for you as you finished up at your locker.

“I have a copy of it, but I’m afraid my sister took it back to Florida, so I’ll most likely never get it back.”

“So you’ve read it before?” He asked as you both headed down the hallway towards the library.

“Yes, it’s one of my favorites. I’ve always been a fan of classical literature, especially novels from the U.K.”

“Have you ever been?”

“To the U.K.?” You questioned and he nodded, “Never, but I’m hoping to study at University College London next year.”

“UCL? Isn’t it hard to get into?”

“I suppose, but I’m hopeful.”

“Well, you’ll love it there. I’ve been to the U.K. quite a few times and it’s great.”

“Do you have family there?” You asked and Tom laughed with a nod.

“Yes, yes I do.” He responded as he held the library door open for you.


“So, Stan, how was your first day of school?” Harrison asked when the front door of his shared apartment with Tom opened that afternoon. He had been sitting on the couch, watching TV while eating chips.

“Boring and long.” He stated, dropping his backpack and books off on the dining room table.

“Make any friends?”

“No; besides, I’m only here for a month.” He stole the bag of chips from Harrison on his way to his room.

“What are all the numbers on your hand then?” Harrison called after Tom.

“Homework.” He responded as he shut the door between them. Tom looked down at his hand where the numbers were written. He hadn’t meant to make friends, but he somehow had become acquainted with you on his first day. He didn’t refuse when you offered to give him your number, so that you could communicate for the project. He continued to tell himself that it was for a project and not for any sort of relationship.


A few weeks later:

“Stan, I’m serious. The project is due next week and we still have to film and edit it. When will you be open?” You questioned as the two of you walked down the school hallway. Tom kept joking around and you could see that he was far from taking this project seriously.

“I can do whenever. I haven’t got any plans this weekend.”

“Ok, so we’ll film at my place tomorrow. And then you are going to study for that physics test.”

“But physics is boring.” He whined as you opened your locker.

“Oh well. You need to pass this test.”

“But it’s so hard. I don’t understand anything.”

“I really have no clue how you got into this school. You don’t know a thing about science at all.”

“I know Newton’s three laws.”

“Stan, everyone knows that.” You laughed, rolling your eyes at him.

“I’m an idiot, but that’s why I have you-the smartest girl in school- to help me.” He smiled as the bell rang.

“I’ll see you in second period.”

“See you then.” He replied as he took off to make it to class. You sighed as you closed your locker. At least it was a Friday.


“Are we doing British accents or not?”

“I can work with British.” Tom said, switching into his normal accent, as you two carried on up a small hill, where you’d begin filming.

“You definitely have spent a lot of time in England for your accent to be that good. I don’t know many Americans who can talk like that.” You laughed.

“I’ve had practice. Your turn.”

“Yeah, I think we’re going to stay with normal American accents because my British accent is terrible.” You stated, setting up the camera on a tripod.

“Alright, we’ll do American accents. Might make it less legit.” Tom said, making you shrug.

“I just want to get this over with. Ready, Mr. Darcy?” You asked.

“Always, Miss Bennet.”

“Let’s start it then.” You pressed play on the camera and got into position in front of Tom.

“I couldn’t sleep.” You said.

“Nor I. My aunt-”

“Yes, she was here.”

“How could I ever make amends for such behavior?”

“After what you have done for Lydia and I suspect Jane also, it is I who should be making amends.” Tom stepped closer to you, prepared for Darcy’s speech.

“You must know, surely you must know, it was all for you. You are too generous to trifle with me. I believe you spoke with my aunt last night, and it has taught me to hope as I’d scarcely allowed myself before. If your feelings are still what they were last April, tell me so at once. My affections and wishes have not changed, but one word from you will silence me forever.” He stepped closer to you once more, “If, however, your feelings have changed, I would have to tell you: you have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love… I love… I love you. And I never wish to be parted from you from this day on.” He delivered the lines with such ease and fluidity that you stood frozen, staring into his big brown eyes, completing forgetting about the rest of the world.

“Y/N.” He mumbled, causing you to snap out of your trance.

“Right! My line!”

“Were you distracted?” Tom teased as you went to stop the camera.

“No, what makes you say that?”

“You just kind of zoned out staring at me. Does that mean I’m a good Darcy?” He asked and you playfully rolled your eyes.

“Let’s run it again.”

“Can you handle that?”

“I’m fine. I just forgot my line. That’s all.”

You ran through the scene a few more times and each time you were amazed by Tom. As you were packing up you camera, your stomach growled at you.

“Are you hungry? We can go get something to eat.” Tom asked, putting on his sunglasses, despite it being overcast.

“Sure. Where do you want to go?”

“I know this amazing taco place not too far from here.”

“Sounds good to me.” You shrugged, zipping up your camera bag. Tom took your hand, leading you through the park to the taco place, which turned out to be a taco truck.

“When you said amazing, I was thinking fancy restaurant.” You laughed, taking a bite of your taco.

“Is this not fancy?” Tom asked, accidentally slipping into his British accent.

“I still can’t believe you can speak with a good British accent.” You stated.

“I’ll have to take you there someday.”

“Take me where?”


“I can’t afford a spontaneous trip to England, Stan.”

“True, because you’ll be going there next year.”

“I haven’t gotten my acceptance letter yet. I’m starting to get worried.”

“If you don’t get in to UCL, that’s okay. You’ve got a handful of other brilliant colleges waiting for you.”

“I know, but UCL has always been my dream.”

“You’ll be fine. I believe in you.” He encouraged as your phone went off.

“Sorry, Stan, I have to go. My mom wants me home.” You stated, standing up to leave

“I’ll walk you home.” He replied, following your actions. Tom walked beside you the entire walk home as you two continued your chat.

“Well, this is me.” You said, “Thank you fro tonight, Stan. I had fun.”

“Me too.” He replied. You both awkwardly stood there for a moment, waiting for the other to make a move. You turned towards the door.

“I should go.”

“Wait.” He called out and you turned back around to him. “I really like you, Y/N.”

“I like you too, Stan.”

“No,” he said, getting closer to you, “I really like you.” He repeated, leaning in to kiss you.


“How was filming?” Your sister asked you when you walked in the door.

“It was great.” You smiled, “We got everything done.”

“Seems like something more happened.” She said.

“Nothing happened. What are you watching?” You asked, looking at the TV.

“Captain America: Civil War.”

“Is Thor in it?” You asked. You’re not one to be big on superheroes, but you did have a soft spot for the God of thunder.

“No, but Spiderman and Black Panther are in it.”

“I didn’t think Spiderman was an Avenger.”

“It’s a long story. He’s about to pop up, wanna watch?”

“For a few, but I’ve got chores.” You said, sitting beside her on the couch as she played it. “Queens” was shown in big, bold letters as a song began to play.

“How was school today?” A woman off-screen asked as the camera focused on the back of a teenage boy.

“Okay. This crazy car parked outside-” he cut himself short as he saw whatever was behind the camera. You didn’t care about the plot-you cared about the character.


“What?” Your sister asked.

“That’s Stan.” You said in disbelief.

“Stan? Stan who?”

“Stanley Osterfield. He’s new to my school and we’re partners for an English project.”

“That’s Tom Holland-not Stanley Osterfield.”

“They look the same and speak the same.” You pulled out your phone and searched up the unknown actor. “I don’t believe this.”


“They are literally the same person. He’s faking it. He’s British and he’s 20.”

“Hey, Y/N, look what came today?” Your mom said, showing you an envelope with the letters UCL in bold.

“It came!” You shrieked, discarding your phone to grab the letter. You opened it with shaking hands and began to read it.

“I got in! I got in! UCL accepted me!” You exclaimed eagerly.


“Hey, Y/N.” Tom said Monday morning when he stopped by your locker, following his routine. You stayed silent, deciding to ignore him.

“I heard you got into UCL. Congratulations, I knew you could do it.”

“Thanks.” You said flatly, slamming your locker shut and beginning to walk away.

“Did I do something wrong?” He asked, chasing after you. When you remained silent, he questioned you more, “Is this about Saturday?”

“What are you doing here?” You replied, halting and turning to him.

“What do you mean?”

“What are you doing here? At the Bronx School of Science and Engineering? You’re not looking for a career in science or engineering. You’ve already got a career, don’t you, Tom?”

“Y/N, I have no clue what you’re talking ab-”

“I don’t want to hear it. I know you’re not Stanley Osterfield and I know you’re not even American. You’ve been lying to me-all this time.”

“Look, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for it to go this far.”

“This far? You’re the one who kissed me the other night.” You were furious at ho he remained calm.

“I know. I’m really sorry, just please understand I never meant to hurt you. I wasn’t lying to you when I told you how I felt about you. My name and my accent was all I ever lied about. Please, believe me.”

“I don’t know what to believe anymore. I need time. Please, St-Tom, just leave me alone for a little bit.”

“I will, but please just know two things: first, tomorrow, I am going back to London and my time here will be up; and second, I love you and, as cheesy as it is, I never wish to be parted from you. I’ll leave you alone now. Goodbye, Y/N.” Tom walked away in defeat as you stood there trying to compose yourself.


The next morning, you received a text message from an unknown number, reading: ‘Y/N, you don’t know me, but I am Harrison Osterfield and, as Tom’s best friend, I’ve heard a lot about you. I’ve known Tom for many years and he’s not one to easily fall in love, but, somehow, he fell in love with you quickly. His intentions were originally to witness a New York high school first hand; then that all changed with you, on the very first day. I just wanted you to know that Tom loves everything about you. Our flight to London leaves at 9, but below is our flat address here in New York, in case you wanted to say goodbye to him.’

You sat still for a minute, deciding if you wanted to go see him off or not. Looking over at your bedside table, you saw your UCL acceptance letter sitting on top of Pride and Prejudice.

“How are you holding up, Y/N?” Your mom asked, walking into your room.

“I don’t know what to do. For the first time in my life, I’m utterly clueless. I’m upset that he didn’t tell me the truth, but I think I love him, mom.”

“Elizabeth Bennet gave Mr. Darcy another chance. Maybe Tom is your Mr. Darcy.”

“His flight is leaving soon, but I’ve got school.” You told her.

“Quit making excuses and go. Go find your Darcy.” She said and you smiled, racing out of the house.

You arrived at the complex and breathlessly knocked on the door. After a moment, it opened to a surprised Tom.

“Y/N, what’re you doing here?” He asked.

“I came to stop my Darcy from leaving me.” You said, causing a silly smile to form on his face.

“Your Darcy?”

“If you’ll still accept me as your Elizabeth, that is.”

“Your affections and wishes have changed?”

“Very much so.” You said, taking his hands in yours, “You’re hands are cold.” He laughed in reply.

“Are you two going to continue being nerds or are you going to kiss?”

“That’s Harrison.”

“I know.” You laughed, “And he’s right. We should kiss.”

“Yes we should.” Tom said, before giving you a kiss.

@mashirondividing​ said:  Hey I was just wondering, my birthday just passed (8th of dec) and I had meant to follow you, but this might be a big ask or anything, it’s okay if you can’t really!! could you maybe draw a birthday Kuroo for me it’s really okay if not

Ayyyyyy I’m always happy to draw Kuroo, so why not! I hope you had a great birthday! (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧

flearaleflet  asked:

Hi, I just wanted to say I really like your blog and that it makes me happy that you are around. Also, I were thinking about what would happen if MC decides to prank the RFA when they first meet and hires an actor or a really old actress to act like her for a while. I know it's a little strange, but I thought it would be fun. Just giving ideas here, don't feel pressured do it only if you want to. I hope you have a great day :D

Thanks so much! This was a funny idea. Hope you like it~


  • You hire an older woman to meet Zen because you thought it would be hilarious
  • You watch nearby the whole time
  • You can tell he’s initially mortified
  • After all, he flirted with you a lot in the chatroom
  • This is the time where he had the broken ankle, so the woman comes in his house and starts cooking for him
  • You’re listening through a wire on her, and you’re laughing because she’s scolding him because of all the beer in his fridge
  • It’s funny to hear his nervous replies like he has a mom or something
  • It’s nearing the end of the night, and you decide to finally put him out of his misery and reveal yourself
  • He’s stunned a little when you’re at the door, and he initially thinks you’re a prank from Seven that came a little late
  • You have to explain the whole thing, and you can see the relief flood his features
  • He smiles and says he’s glad you don’t actually smell like old lady perfume
  • Unfortunately he forgot that the woman you hired was still in the back
  • She starts hitting him with her shoe
  • The prank was more rewarding than you had initially planned



  • Since you knew Yoosung but never met him, you wanted to prank him on your  first meeting
  • You have a little cousin who lives nearby who would do anything for money, so you give him a good amount of money to play as you for the day
  • You text Yoosung in the chat about your meeting place and send your cousin out
  • You’re constantly a few feet away to observe
  • Yoosung goes up to the kid and asks if he’s lost after they are both there for a long time
  • Your cousin grins, “Are you Yoosung?”
  • “Yes?..No…MC?”
  • You can see him grow increasingly red, more so since he had flowers in his hand
  • He tries to hide it behind his back, but your cousin already saw it
  • “I like candy…but thanks. I guess these compliment my eyes.”
  • Yoosung takes him for some ice cream and a movie
  • They actually bond, although you think it might slip up when Yoosung mentions a few inside jokes from the chat
  • When you finally come out to reveal yourself, he’s mad at you
  • “You know what…your cousin and I are actually going to the arcade next week. Guess what? You’re not invited.”
  • He’s salty for a few weeks, but you can’t help find it funny


  • Tall, dark, and handsome
  • That’s the guy you sent over to meet Jaehee instead of you
  • As expected, she was taken aback, especially when he mentioned the outing was to grab some coffee
  • You stay nearby to overhear the conversation, but the prank gets increasingly less funny
  • She’s actually enjoying it…and so is he?
  • You even caught her taking a few pics when he wasn’t looking
  • You interrupt…because they were having way too much fun
  • She figured it out halfway through, but she still wanted to prank you back a little
  • “Actually…I like the MC you sent better.”
  • “Jaehee, no!”
  • When you part ways, she starts walking after the guy until you call for her
  • You’re never pranking her again


  • You send an actor…that looks like he could be Jumin’s twin
  • You even tell the actor a bunch about Jumin so he could act just like him too
  • Jumin looks sooo uncomfortable when it comes to meeting the actor
  • He was originally planning to invite you inside, but seeing the guy…he suddenly switched the location to some small diner
  • It made your job of spying easier
  • You watch as Jumin get’s more and more creeped out as he and “you” have a lot more in common than he originally though
  • “So…do you have any pets?”
  • The actor pulls out his phone and starts showing pictures of his white dog “Liza the 4th”
  • The amount of commonalities gets way too weird for him, and he eventually deduces it’s a prank
  • He calls the actor out on it subtly, and that’s when you reveal yourself
  • He just looks so relieved, but at the same time, he just shakes his head
  • “Liza the 4th, MC? Really?”


  • You had obviously forgotten he’s done a background check on you
  • So, when you decide to play a prank, you’re talking with the actress in the hall
  • You had obviously also forgotten the CCTV
  • He saw all this and knew exactly what you were doing
  • So, what does he do? Hires an actor of his own
  • You guys send your respective “selves” to the meeting place, and the poor actors are so confused
  • “Um…you don’t match the description I was given…”
  • You’re watching from the sidelines so confused as his actor asks yours out on a date and they both disappear
  • Meanwhile, Seven was waiting behind you and gives you the jumpscare of your life
  • He gestures to the actors, “Hey…they have a pretty good idea. So, what do you say? A date?”
  • Now you’re the flustered one

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Second Chances

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Genre: Fluff / Soulmate AU

Warnings: slight description of a panic attack, swearing

Description:  Soulmate AU in which you get to see colours when you kiss your soulmate. Dan has a particularity.

Read on AO3 / @florallylester made a moodboard for this and I’m crying

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Where Are You? - Avengers x reader (Mostly Tony and Thor) Oneshot

Fandom: Avengers, Marvel
Warning: Drugs
Pairing: Avengers x reader
Summary: Tony takes reader on a night out but wakes up without her and doesn’t know what happened to her.

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A/N: I came up with this oneshot a while ago but I had a hard time finishing it. So I hope it good. I hope you’ll enjoy :D :3

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Daddy. (Joshua Smut)

Hey everybody  i am so so sorry that i’m so late, we moved houses and there is nO FUCKING INTERNET  so i had to live on shitty data, it’s been hell for me but i know it’s even more hellish for everyone considering you’re all so thirsty.  but yeah, so i hope you enjoy this i’m so sowwy it took so long but it’s here, i had a great time writing this daddy one, AND I WILL BE HONEST I SCREAMED RANDOMLY WHILE WRITING THIS JUST SAYING. I’ve been working on many stories at once, so that i’ll be able to finish them at the same time so i’m working really hard, PRAISE ME PLS.  also, thank you all for being so patient, i know it’s hard, also fucking whAT. there are so many of everyone now.  we can’t help but feel overwhelmed and happy by how many you guys are, what should we call you ugh. I love you all so much, and honestly in my opinion this 2017 will be a good year for this blog we will improve ourselves in order to make everyone reading happy/horny, maybe this year juuust maybe, you’ll be able to get to know us better.  well only if you all want to.


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Hello, Roman Empire! Getting this blog up and going again to announce that there is going to be another Roman Reigns Appreciation Week and this time I wanted it to take place during his birthday week- with the last day landing on his birthday. It’s a week to spread love and positivity in his tag, but also, to just have fun!! Had such an awesome time last year, so hoping to see all of you again! ^_^

Here are the themes for each day (some of them provided by you guys, so thank you!):

  • Day 1: Favorite moment(s) in 2016
  • Day 2: Favorite opponent(s) (ie: someone who you think he has great in-ring chemistry with and would like to see him wrestle more) 
  • Day 3: Favorite color of vest he’s worn and or color(s) you’d like to see in the future 
  • Day 4: Roman + going casual and or all suited up (pick one or both!)
  • Day 5: Roman + ‘Aiga (Family)
  • Day 6: Free day (has to be roman related, of course)
  • Day 7: Happy 32nd Birthday, Roman!

You can make edits, fan art, gifs, text posts, etc. as long as it applies to the theme, anything is fine. Just be sure to use the tag #RRAW2017 along with his regular tag, I’ll be tracking both! Also, don’t feel like you need to do something for each day. Whatever you guys can do/contribute will be great! If you ARE able to? Awesome! :D

If you can, please reblog this post and spread the word! Thank you guys!

*this is where i’ll be posting updates and where all the reblogs will go, so if you’d like to give it a follow, please do so! you can also find me at my [personal blog] :) 


Summary: You’re Corey Graves little sister, but you secretly have a crush on his best friend, Baron Corbin. But Baron seems to hate you and always makes little comments to Corey about him always dragging you along. He wins his first championship and runs into you where another argument begins before some sexual tension is relieved.

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Your brother was Corey Graves, and because the two of you were close, he would often bring you to WWE shows and events with him. So, of course, he had brought you with him to Wrestlemania, the biggest event of the year. You were standing backstage with Renee and a few of the other girls while Corey was at ringside doing commentary.

You saw Baron pass you on his way to Gorilla for his match.

He scoffed and rolled his eyes as he glanced at you.

“Did Corey really have to bring you along?”

“Do you always have to be an ass?” You retorted.

“Just stay out of the way.” He said as if he thought you were going to ruin the show or interfere somehow.

“Why don’t you just focus on Ambrose?” You said with a smirk.

“Don’t worry about that, princess, he’ll be a cake walk.”

You immediately shot him a glare. You hated when he called you princess. There were a lot of things he did that bothered you, but that one always seemed to get under your skin. You were not a child! But that’s all Baron treated you as. A child. Just his best friends, little sister. You hardly ever talked to him, and when he did, it was snarky comments or rude remarks. And you didn’t know what you ever did to make him hate you? You hardly talked to him? What on earth could you have possibly done to make him hate you so much?

“Is that why you got moved to the Pre-Show?” You challenged.

The smirk immediately left his lips as he looked down at you.

“You better watch what you say.” He said.

“Or what? What are you going to do? Hurt your best friend’s sister?”

“Corey isn’t here to fight your battle for you,” Baron said.

“I don’t need Corey to fight my battles for me. I can handle myself just fine.” You said.

“Corbin, five minutes!” One of the backstage producers yelled from down the hallway.

Baron rolled his eyes at you and then turned and continued making his way to Gorilla.

“God he is so annoying!” You groaned as you turned back to the girls.

“What’s with you two? You guys are always going at it.” Renee said.

“He’s a jerk! He is always like that to me. I don’t think he’s ever said one nice thing to me! It’s like he only sees me as Corey’s little sister like I’m a kid or something. He thinks he’s God’s gift to wrestling and he’s not!” You said as you let out some of your frustration.

“You sure it’s that? You sure seemed to eye his muscles there.” Becky said with a smirk and a nudge to your arm.

“Me? Eye him? Never. He’s so full of himself. What would anyone see in him?” You asked, hoping to cover your real feelings.

You had been crushing on Baron since you first met him. His long hair, his muscles, his tattoos. He was perfection. But you couldn’t let anyone know how you felt, especially your brother. You would never be able to look at your brother again if he found out you had a crush on his best friend. And besides Baron obviously had no interest in you what so ever, unless it was to pick an argument with you.

You stood backstage with the girls and watched Dean and Baron’s match. You knew that Baron was getting some steam behind him, but you were shocked when he hit Ambrose with the End of Days and hooked the leg for the 1-2-3.

He snatched the belt from the ref’s hands and held it above his head as he looked into the camera with a smug smirk.

As much as you hated to admit it to yourself, seeing him with that title in his hands and that smug grin on his face with his hair pulled back and sweat dripping down his chest over his tattoos and muscles made you wet. That attitude of not giving a crap what anyone thinks of him made you more excited than you’d liked to admit.

You were standing backstage talking to Natalya when you saw Baron making his way down the hallway with the IC Title slung over his shoulder and that smug smirk still plastered on his face. You were hoping he would just keep walking so that you wouldn’t have to have another argument but he stopped in front of you with a smirk.

“Told you Ambrose wouldn’t be a problem.” He said.

“You think you’re so great, don’t you?” You challenged him.

“I don’t think. I know.” He said before flashing you another smirk.

“Guys, I’m out of here. I can’t take listening to another argument between you guys.” Natalya said as she turned and walked away.

That left you and Baron alone for the first time all night. You had no idea what to say. He looked down at you expectantly like he was waiting for something? What was he expecting from you? A rude comment? Congratulations? One thing for sure was that you knew you couldn’t let him know how turned on you were from the sight of sweat running down his chest and the Intercontinental Championship hanging off his shoulder.

You opened your mouth to say something, but he cut you off.

“Save it. I’m not in the mood for this right now, Y/n.”

“Really? You just won the Intercontinental Championship at Wrestlemania, and you’re still in a bad mood, Corbin? You’re so ungrateful! You know how many guys would kill for that?”

“Whatever.” He shook you off as he turned to walk away.

“Such a dick.” You muttered under your breath.

You didn’t mean for him to hear you, but he did. And you saw his head snap up and look at you and when you looked into his eyes, there was a fire that you had never seen before.

“Don’t test me, Y/n.” He said as he took a step towards you, causing you to back up until your back hit the concrete wall behind you.

You swallowed and then decided that you weren’t going to back down. You weren’t going to let him do this to you.

“Or what, Baron? What are you gonna do? You gonna hit me?” You challenged as you put your hand on your right hip.

“I think you secretly want me.” He said.

Your eyes widened at his words. Where did that come from? You weren’t sure what you were expecting him to say, but it definitely wasn’t that!

“And your face tells me, I’m right.” He said with another smirk.

“In your dreams Corbin. You’re crazy if you think I want you!”

“I think I make you crazy. I see how nervous I make you. How you always look down when I’m around.  I think you want me. I think you want me to shove you up against a wall and kiss you just to shut you up-“

You didn’t mean for it to come out but you couldn’t stop the little whimper that escaped your lips.

He took a step towards you closing the gap between you. He put his hands on your waist and leaned down. His lips were just inches from yours when his eyes moved to yours.

“Just say the words.” He whispered.

“Kiss me.” You said.

Within a second his lips were on yours, and he was pushing you up against the wall. His lips were soft, but the kiss was rough. You had imagined what kissing Baron would be like for so long. And now it was happening. He pulled away from the kiss, before lifting you up and throwing you over his shoulder as he walked down the hallway to his locker room.

He shut the door and immediately pushed you up against it before putting his lips on yours again. His tongue slipped into your mouth as he reached down and grabbed the back of your thighs and you wrapped your legs around his waist. Your hands moved to his hair, lightly tugging on it.

He let out a deep groan and closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of you pulling on his hair. His lips moved from your down to your neck where he started sucking on the skin.

“Take your shirt off for me, baby.” He said as he pulled away to catch his breath.

You reached down and pulled your shirt over your head leaving you in just your bra.

“Fuck,” Baron said as he eyed you before his lips made their way down to your chest, lightly nipping at the soft skin of your breast that wasn’t covered by your lacy strapless bra.

He reached behind you and unclasped your bra with one hand letting it fall to the floor. He put his hands on your ass for support as he carried you over to the couch in the room before laying you down and climbing on over you.

His lips went back to your breast as he slowly kissed down your chest again, one hand massaging your right breast, his other hand holding tight on your waist.



“Touch me. Please.” You breathed out.

“Yeah? You want me to touch you, baby?” He said as he pulled away from your chest.

He reached down and unbuttoned your shorts before hooking his fingers into them and the waist of your panties. He slid them down your legs, and you saw him lick his lips as he looked down at your exposed pussy.

“God, you’re perfect.” He muttered more to himself than to you.

He reached down, and you felt him run his finger up the wetness of your pussy, teasing you.

You lifted your hips up to meet his hand, hoping to relieve some of the tensions.

“Baron please-“

You were cut off by him sliding a finger all the way into you. You closed your eyes and laid your head back against the armrest as you took in the feeling of his finger pumping inside you.

“That feel good, baby?”

“Y-yes,” you moaned out. “S-so good.”

He then slid a second finger inside of you, causing another moan to escape your lips. He pumped his fingers fast and hard and then leaned down and softly sucked on your clit.

“F-fuck Baron…d-don’t stop!” You moaned out as your back arched off the couch.

“I’ve been waiting so long to see you squirming under me. Fuck you’re so sexy!”

“I’m so close, Baron.”

He added a third finger at your words and started to flick your clit with his tongue. It was enough to send you over the edge as your head rolled back and your back arched off the cushion as you came on Baron’s mouth.

He licked up all of your juices and helped you through your high until you calmed down.

“Think you can do that one more time for me? Only on my dick this time?”

“Yes. Please fuck me, Baron.”

He laughed before he stood up to take his boots and ring tights off. You expected him to climb over you but instead, he sat down and grabbed your hand.

“Want you, to ride my cock,” he said as he pulled you onto his lap. You straddled him and took his cock in your hands. It was hard, and the tip was oozing precum.

You slowly slid down onto him, feeling him stretch you as you sunk down further. Baron let out a deep groan and grabbed your ass as his head rolled back. You lifted your hips and then sunk back down, starting slow but quickening your pace.

Once the uncomfortable feeling went away, you began to bounce quickly up and down his cock.

“That feel good? You like fucking yourself on my cock, baby?”

You nodded as you bit your lip to hold back your moans.

“Don’t hold back, baby. Wanna hear you say my name.” He said as his hands helped guide your hips faster.

“Baron,” you moaned out.

“Fuck that’s hot,” Baron said as he thrust his hips up to meet yours.

“Come on baby, you gonna cum for me?”

You nodded. “I’m so close.”

“Come on Y/n, cum for me. Cum all over my cock.” He said.

He then reached down and ran his thumb over your clit. You felt the knot in your lower stomach burst as your orgasm hit you. Your muscles clenched around Baron and he came with a loud groan just a few seconds after you.

You collapsed onto his body, your forehead resting on his shoulder as his arms wrapped around your waist. The only sound in the room was your heavy breathing as you both struggled for air.

“Shit, Y/n, didn’t know you had it in you.” He said.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You asked as you pulled away to look at him.

“Thought you were an innocent good girl.” He said as he looked into your eyes.

“Well, you were wrong.” You said.

“I like you, Y/n.” He said.

“I like you too, Baron.” You said as you felt the blush creep to your cheeks.

Your eyes widened as you realized what had just happened. You had just had sex with your brother’s best friend. Corey would kill both of you if he found out.

“What? What is it?” He asked.


“He doesn’t have to know,” Baron said.


“It’ll be our secret, okay? And if he finds out, I’ll take care of it okay?”


“Shh, it’ll be fine.” He said as he leaned forward and pecked your lips to calm you down.

“So you don’t hate me?” You asked.

“No. I’ve always thought you were cute. Just didn’t think I had a chance. Thought you hated me and you were my best friend’s little sister…” he said.

“I thought you hated me. You’ve never said anything nice to me.” You said.

“I’m sorry, baby. I’ve treated you like shit. And you didn’t deserve it.” He had said before he gave you another peck. He then reached up and put his hand on the back of your head deepening the kiss.

He pulled away and looked at you with a smirk, “round two in the shower?”

“Definitely.” You said before you kissed him again.

“Try to keep it quiet this time you filthy animals!” You heard Sami Zayn say from outside the door.

“Shut it Zayn!” Baron said with a smirk before he stood up with you in his arms and made his way to the shower.

Be Mine, Valentine.

Summary: It’s Valentine’s Day and your long-time boyfriend has planned an extensive scavenger hunt… with quite the twist at the end. 

Warnings: LITERALLY 250% FLUFF 

(also, general lack of knowledge about a “berry picking farm”… you’ll see) 

Pairing: Lin x Reader 

Words: 3,033 (SORRY NOT SORRY) 

Special shoutout to my main homie and fellow scorpio, @hamilbye, for fangirling over this earlier. I really needed that confidence boost. You’re my fave ♥♥ 

Happy Valentine’s Day to all of you following me or reading this! I love you all and just picture me sweeping you all in for a huge group hug because that’s what I would be doing if you were all in front of me. 

You were unsure of the time you were woken from your sleep, but you knew it was early. Even with your curtains drawn, you were acutely aware of how dark it was outside. Shaking off your sleep and trying not to trip over your own feet as you shuffled across your floor, you arrived at the door. Simultaneously tugging your hair into a ponytail and peeking to see who was at the door, you were surprised to see no one standing in the hallway of your building. Perplexed, you opened the door to check again. Peering out into the hallway, you shivered in the cold air conditioning the building ran and almost missed the envelope with your name written on it. You bent down to pick it up and stepped backwards back into your apartment, closing the door behind you with your foot. Leaning your back against the door, you tore the envelope open. You never were one for patience.

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game of thrones sentence starters ( s3ep6)

  • “ the more wood the bigger the fire.”
  • “ you know your fires.”
  • “ i knew you were highborn.”
  • “ buried treasure. thousands of years old, i think.”
  • “ what does it do?”
  • “ it’s beautiful though, isn’t it?”
  • “ how much longer?”
  • “ you’re playing with me.”
  • “ do you sing?”
  • “ sing me a song.”
  • “ that’s not how you skin a rabbit.”
  • “ i made this bow myself.”
  • “ oh, you’re gonna punch the rabbit to death?”
  • “ some of us are just a little better.”
  • “ you’ve got a big mouth and too many teeth.”
  • “ stop it!”
  • “ me? it’s my fault?”
  • “ we can’t fight each other, we’ll never make it!”
  • “ don’t push me.”
  • “ i’m right here with you.”
  • “ what’s happening?”
  • “ you’re afraid.”
  • “ i’ve waited my whole life to see the world from up there.”
  • “ here, sit down.”
  • “ you killed someone for them?”
  • “ i didn’t kill him, but i bet his balls are still bruised.”
  • “ can we not talk about that here?”
  • “ you were trembling like a leaf!”
  • “ don’t worry, your secret is safe with me.”
  • “ you’re loyal, and your brave.”
  • “ they don’t care if you live or die.”
  • “ don’t ever betray me.”
  • “ ’cause i’ll cut your pretty cock right off and wear it ’round me neck.”
  • “ you’re good. you’re not as good as you think you are.”
  • “ there’s someone out there.”
  • “ that’s about far enough.”
  • “ you’re going to hurt him.”
  • “ i see a darkness in you.”
  • “ you staring at me ass, ___?”
  • “ sorry. were you sleeping?”
  • “ wa… wa… water? you want some water?”
  • “ i wish i had some for you.”
  • “ so let’s play a game. which body-part do you need the least?”
  • “ please! i’ll do everything, please.”
  • “ wouldn’t that be a hunt to remember?”
  • “ you failed, but i’m a better hunter than you.”
  • “ how about your  ___? you don’t need that for much do you?”
  • “ good, let’s start with that.”
  • “ you’ve been wondering why you’re here, haven’t you?”
  • “ if you guess right, i’ll tell you. by the old gods and the new, i swear it.”
  • “ you win the game if you can figure out who i am.”
  • “ if i win, you’ll let me go?”
  • “ if you think this has a happy ending, you haven’t been paying attention.”
  • “ if you say please again, you’ll with you hadn’t.”
  • “ do i look like a fucking umber to you?”
  • “ how did you know that?”
  • “ it was just a guess.”
  • “ he’s dead. strangled by ____”
  • “that’s why you’re torturing me.”
  • “ yes. you win.”
  • “ but you forgot to ask one question. you forgot to ask if i’m a liar. i’m afraid i am.”
  • “ everything i’ve told you is a lie.”
  • “ this isn’t happening to you for a reason. well, one reason. i enjoy it!”
  • “ please, cut if off, cut if off!”
  • “ i win!”
  • “ thank you for riding here so quickly. i know travel isn’t easy in these times.”
  • “ i had something less permanent in mind.”
  • “ if we don’t do this, and do it now, we’re lost.”
  • “ many people would pay a great deal for you.”
  • “ shall we drink on it?”
  • “ you do understand how suspicious that is to ordinary people?”
  • “ i’m afraid i must insist.”
  • “ you’re in no place to insist on anything.”
  • “ i would have hoped you’d learned your lesson.” 
  • “ you may have a stomach for bloodshed and slaughter, but this is another matter entirely.”
  • “ i will not breathe further life into a malicious lie by discussing it.”
  • “ i feel like i’m in a dream.”
  • “ it’s terrible isn’t it? the most terrible place there is.”
  • “ trying to have me killed is an odd way of saying thank you.”
  • “ it’s… this… this is awkward.”
  • “ who doesn’t like to see their friends fail now and then?”
  • “ i did what i did for the good of the realm.”
The Interview

It was all so surreal. I was sitting there the lights bright in my face so I couldn’t see anyone. This man was asking me questions.

“What is your name?” Natasha, I answered.
“How old are you?” 21
“Are you a virgin?” Not since I was 15.
“Why did you come here?” I came because I want to try something different.
“Strip!” What
“You heard me, Strip,” he repeated. I stood up and pulled my shirt off. I reached behind my back and unhooked the back band of my bra and pulled that off also. I unbuttoned my pants and slid them and my thong off at the same time.

“Nice, you have a beautiful body,” he replied. I’m 5foot 5inches tall. My breast are a 34B. I have a small triangle of brown pubic hair above my pussy. My mons is full and I have a nice slit. My long brown hair stops at mid back. I have large brown eyes. All my friends say that I’m pretty, but I never believed them.

“Are you clean?” Yes Sir, I am.
“Are you on birth control?” Yes, the Pill.
“Good! Wait here. Do not get dressed,” says the man.

I wait for quiet some time before another woman comes in the room. She’s blonde and naked also. She hands me a pair of black stilettos. “They like that,” she says to me before I can ask. She leads me through a side door onto a stage. The lights are very bright. I can’t see beyond the end of the stage. I hear some talking as I am led on stage. In the middle of the stage is a large bed. “This is Natasha. She’s 21 and this is her first time here tonight. Enjoy,” said the naked blonde woman.

Suddenly, out of the light come five naked men. They are all very athletic and fit. They all have pretty big cocks. They form a semicircle around me stroking their semi erect cocks. One of them pushes me down on my knees. One of the men starts to rub his helmet on my mouth. “Suck Natasha, suck,” I hear voices saying from beyond the lights. I take one in front of me in my mouth. I grab two of the other cocks in each hand and stroke them. The cock in my mouth is getting harder as I suck on him. I feel him swell in my mouth. I start to alternate sucking on the five cocks in front of my face. They are all fairly large with two of them being black cocks. I hungrily suck and stroke all of them. My drool is dripping off my chin as the men force themselves deeper down my throat. “Ack, ack, ack, ack,” I gag as there cocks slam the back of my throat. One man sides his dick all the way down his throat and holds me fast. I gagging on my own spit and mucous as he holds his cock in place. “Ahhhhhhh,” I finally gasp as he removes it.

The men put me on the bed on all fours so my profile is facing the stage. The begin to spit roast me. “Ohhhhh,” I moan as the first cock penetrates me. My moan cut short as a cock is shoved down my throat. My pussy being pounded. His balls slapping against my ass. I feel him pull out only to be replaced by another cock. This man is much bigger. I can tell by the way my pussy stretches. Omg, he’s in so deep as he begins thrusting in and out of me.

The cock removed from my mouth. One of the black men starts to slap his cock over my face. He’s really big. His cock road mapped in big thick bulging veins. He plunges his cock in my mouth. I almost throw up. You hear can hear the crowd gasp as my throats bulges out to accommodate him. Long strands of drool spill out of my mouth and my mascara starts to run. Another switch and violation of my pussy occurs. This cock fucking me hard. My cunt dripping. My juices running down my thighs.

The next black man repositions me. He lays on the bed and has me mount him reverse cowgirl. The naked blonde woman takes his cock and guides it into my raw pussy. He starts to drill me. His big hands fondling my breast. One man in my mouth and a guy in each hand. The last man I service orally switching between the first man.

You can just feel all the heat and sexual tension on stage and in the room. The room is full of moaning as the five men take turns fucking my mouth and my pussy. One by one they switch places. Each of their dicks in my cunt and in my mouth. It feels so dirty, but so so good. Not only because of the five that were using my body as their playground, but because of the ones I couldn’t see watching me get used in such a manner. I have lost count on how many times I’ve cum already.

I was pulled off the BBC. A repositioning. A cock in my soaking wet pussy. Two cocks in my mouth. One man jerking off in front of my face. The fifth man entering my anal rosebud. My body tenses as I feel him pushing inside me. Slowly, he penetrates my most intimate space and pushes past my anal sphincter. This is the first time that I’m double penetrated. I feel like such a slut.

“Humf, I’m cumming,” stated the man jerking off in my face. He ejaculates three quit spurts of hot cum over my face and in my hair.

The two men fucking my mouth yell that they are cumming. I feel the sudden explosion of warm, salty gooey semen in my mouth. My checks bulge as I try to hold it all in my mouth. Some spills down my chin as they slide out of my mouth and shake the last few drops on my face.

The man in my pussy starts to thrust erratically. I feel his cock swell inside me. He pulls out with a loud moan and cums all over my stomach. His semen making a lake in my belly button.

The last man thrusts deeply in my ass. I feel like I need to pee as he sodomizes my ass. My tits bouncing up and down wildly. My head back as I scream, “OMG…OMG…OMG, I’m going cum. Oohhhh fuccckkkk,”

He pulls out of my ass. I cum instantly in a squirting orgasm. He ejaculates his hot cum into my ass gape. Spurt after spurt of his hot cum fills my slowly shrinking gape and drops out of my ass. I am spent as my orgasm continues to rock my body.

The naked blonde girl comes out on stage. “That was Natasha, everyone. Looks like the little whore had a great time. Let’s hope we will see more of Natasha here with us!”

“Well Natasha, was it everything you hoped for,” asked the Man?

“Yes it was,” replied the girl.
“Good! Shall we see you again?”
“Yes,” replied Natasha.

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Wow! Yes, this is a short story because I really need this space to say… wow. Thanks for the supporting my others two posts, I’m stunned with your reaction. Thanks again!!

Imagine you being a normal girl, who found yourself backing up to Jerome’s speech on GCPD.  

The bar was full that night, even if the Maniax attacked once more, now the police department.

“Hey, pretty baby! Where’s my coffee”

As I said, the bar was full, and “I’m only one, wait a bit”. My boss hated when I “do this with your eyes… roll them”. But when the bar was full (sounds like tonight), it was impossible not to do such mania. Mainly when the “pretty baby” felt like knives in my intestine.

But, well, the coffee wasn’t ready, the usual cops were dead (thank god) and my boss left the TV on.

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