i just really love this dress alright

Things I loved about Beauty and the Beast
  • Diversity slapped me in face and I welcomed it with open arms
  • The enchantress didn’t curse an 11 year old who obviously knew stranger danger
  • He was an actual douche bag who deserved to be cursed
  • Belle’s blue dress
  • “You’re library makes our small corner of the world seem big”
  • “But she’s so well read and your so… athletically inclined.”
  •  I want that music box. TAKE MY MONEY DISNEY
  • Belle Doing laundry
  • Belle teaching the little girl to read
  • I love that it’s eternally winter there that just seems really cool to me

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Pyramid Scheme scammer ends up paying in the end!

(very long story)

About 6 or 7 years ago, I was trying to enlist into the military. I ended up not joining but that’s a story for another time. At this point, I was led to believe I was about 4 months away from leaving for Boot camp. I was running out of savings, and needing a part time job for some spending cash while I waited around.

So I did what any enterprising 20something would do, and searched craigslist for jobs. I normally hate sales jobs, especially those based on commissions, but figured it would be a great way to earn some extra cash short term. Found a few job listings that looked promising, and put out some applications. A few days later I received a call from David. He was opening up a new store and needed associates. He liked my resume and asked if I’d be available for an interview on Friday morning. I was very up front with him, and let him know that the distance was a bit more than I’d normally drive for a retail job, and asked what he was offering for an hourly rate, to see if it was worth the drive. He told me that they were planning on offering an hourly rate in the mid teens, along with commission. Seemed like an ok deal, so I agreed to be there Friday at 8am.

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What Would You Want?

Request: “hi i was wondering if you could do a fluffy sirius x reader where they’re just cuddling and talking about their future together (like having kids, getting married) idk ah i really love your writing btw !!”

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader

Word Count: 1034

Warnings: None

Originally posted by admireforever


It was very late on a Monday night. Most were sound asleep, but the toll that had taken its place on all the exhausted students due to the most dreaded day of the week didn’t seem to affect you and Sirius. Instead, you were lying on a couch in the Gryffindor common room, cuddling by the fire with a pleasant type of lethargy. You both kept saying how it was time to go up to your actual beds, since you both had the same early potions class tomorrow morning, but the urgency had seeped from your bones, being replaced by a thick laziness that weighed you down blissfully. The more you fought against it, the heavier it got. Eventually, you had simply accepted that you would probably talk into the early hours of the morning, only falling into sleep when you had no more words to say. Sirius’ arms were the most peaceful place in the world, it was no wonder why you had no desire to leave your spot.

“What would you have our wedding be like?” He asked after a long comfortable silence, his nose touching yours as he spoke.

“Our wedding?” You yawned. “Who said I’d marry you?”

Sirius let out a soft chuckle, his eyelids heavy.

“I know you’ll say yes when the day comes. You can never resist me.”

“And if I say no?”

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100 ways to say ‘I love you’, Skins edition
  1. ‘Wake up (name), you twat.’
  2. ‘Do you want a coke or something?’
  3. ‘Can I carry your books?’
  4. ‘Yeah, wow, lovely… No. But I like that you’re funny Iooking.’
  5. ‘Oh thank you, you’re so nice.’
  6. ‘You fancy me?’
  7. ‘I think that could have gone a lot worse, don’t you?’
  8. ‘We’ll miss you, won’t we?’
  9. [ text ] : EAT
  10. ‘Have you always had that mole?’
  11. ‘I’m respecting. Believe me, I’m respecting.’
  12. ‘You alright? Do you want to dance?’
  13. ‘Do you want me to walk you home?’
  14. ‘We’ll make ourselves comfy, yeah?’
  15. ‘Shall I give you head?’
  16. ‘I’m gonna get an early night. Coming to bed?’
  17. ‘I’ll give you head - that’s friendship.’
  18. ‘But what about you? You’ve got bigger problems than me.’
  19. ‘I like your hair.’
  20. ‘And I’m really, really sorry for being a slut, okay?’
  21. ‘I realised something. I’ve been an idiot.’
  22. ‘And I was hoping maybe you’d give me another chance?’
  23. ‘You’re clever, funny, and… very, very pretty.’
  24. ‘So I’ll see you around.’
  25. ‘(name), you came! I mean, cool, I mean… I wasn’t sure you would.’
  26. ‘Do you think they’ll give us a joint cell?’
  27. ‘I don’t want this to be difficult.’
  28. ‘Did you get beaten up?’
  29. ‘I want to speak to you, and I think you want to speak to me.’
  30. ‘Kiss me again.’
  31. ‘Come on, I’m taking you for breakfast.’
  32. ‘Happy birthday, mate.’
  33. ‘There’s something I have to get off my chest and if I don’t, I’m afraid everything might just totally go to shit.’
  34. ‘Come to bed with me. Please.’
  35. ‘You’re my best friend, but I really don’t know what the fuck you’re on about most of the time.’
  36. ‘See? I remembered your favourite.’
  37. ‘Look, sorry, (name). But your mum says we gotta take you home.’
  38. ‘Come out. I’ll get you dancing.’
  39. ‘Do I have to gay you now?’
  40. ‘Right, I know it might seem a bit fast, but, well, I think we’re ready, so, er, (name) … I want you to move in with me.’
  41. ‘Let’s talk. Fill me in with everything. Every little detail.’
  42. ‘We can carry on pretending, if it makes you feel any better.’
  43. ‘And I fucking love you.’
  44. ‘Wow! You’ve got a wacker lot of doughnuts.’
  45. ‘Cheeky.’
  46. ‘Thanks for keeping schtum.’
  47. ‘Hi, I made tea.’
  48. ‘I’ve never been to a pyjama party before, so I brought Vodka. Was that right?’
  49. ‘I’ll show you how to do a blowjob.’
  50. ‘I missed you… I missed you too much.’
  51. ‘I think you can do anything.’
  52. ‘It’s also nice just being with you, when you’re not being a prick, that is.’
  53. ‘You alright?’
  54. ‘I know you, (name). I know you’re lonely. I think you need someone to want you. Well, I do want you. So be brave. And want me back!’
  55. ‘Fuck you.’
  56. ‘Can’t we just sit like this … for a bit?’
  57. ‘This is a once-only charity event, you understand?’
  58. ‘I bought a fucking gateaux.’
  59. ‘Please. Can we start again?’
  60. ‘Facebook really needs to hear about this.’
  61. ‘You’re very stalkable.’
  62. ‘I was scared!’
  63. ‘I am so proud of you.’
  64. ‘Don’t you think you’ve had enough?’
  65. ‘She’s lovely, isn’t she?’
  66. ‘You look nice in that dress.’
  67. ‘You are doing so well, sweetheart.’
  68. ‘So you’re mental, and I’m useless.’
  69. ‘So, what are we doing next, mystery girl?’
  70. ‘I’ll never forget you.’
  71. ‘Hi. I got eggs. We can have eggs, yeah? And Red Bulls and pain au chocolat.’
  72. ‘I’d die for you. I love you. I love you so much and it’s killing me.’
  73. ‘Don’t take any crap this time.’
  74. ‘Badass.’
  75. ‘You’ve totally got, like, “fuck me” eyes, girl. Totally “fuck me sideways” eyes.’
  76. ‘Maybe we can go together.’
  77. ‘Don’t be an ass hat and people will like you more.’
  78. ‘I’m trying to understand your way, but you won’t let me.’
  79. ‘You’ve got quite a rep, but you’re actually pretty sound.’
  80. ‘You’ve got to stick it to the man, bruv.’
  81. ‘You need to sort yourself out.’
  82. ‘Remember when we were kids and we used to talk about just… just fucking it, running away and becoming roadies?’
  83. ‘Everything is going to be fine, I promise you.’
  84. ‘Hi, you look nice.’
  85. ‘You may live your life as you want.’
  86. ‘We’ll do a girls’ night in.’
  87. ‘You’re a shape-shifter of happiness.’
  88. ‘It’s not like we’re getting married! It was one dinner!’
  89. ‘Thank you, my henna-handed honcho.’
  90. ‘I’m sorry. I was just looking for somewhere a bit quiet.’
  91. ‘It’s heavenly.’
  92. ‘Why aren’t you here?’
  93. ‘I tried to ring you.’
  94. ‘Everything’s better. Here you are again.’
  95. ‘I’ll dance with you.’
  96. ‘What’s happened to you, (name)?’
  97. ‘I didn’t wanna tell you this when you were all smitten and shit but you can do better.’
  98. ‘Oh, my God! Oh, my God! I’m so glad you came!’
  99. ‘I promise. Everything’s going to be alright.’
  100. ‘ I love you.’

anonymous asked:

Dating eggsy would include, please? (:

Dating Eggsy:

  • He acts like a super tough guy in public (but for reals he is though he could pick a fight with anyone and probably win) but when he’s with you he’s a huge softie.
  • Always has his arm around your waist, just so other people know you’re taken.
  • Michelle likes you a lot. You know she gets lonely ever since she finally got rid of Dean and has to take care of Eggsy’s baby sister, so you often go and visit her and help her out around the house, or just sit down and have a chat. 
  • He keeps his whole Kingsman life separate from you, because he doesn’t want you to get hurt by any of his enemies trying to use you against him. You find out eventually, because he tries to sneak into your shared apartment wearing his suit and you catch him.
  • “Why are you all dressed up?” “Um… because I want to?” “Eggsy, you are not the type of guy to just wear a suit because you want to.” “Alright, but you ain’t gonna believe me, love.”
  • You laugh when he first tells you, but then you realize he’s serious. He makes you promise not to tell, and you don’t.
  • You get really worried when he’s on a mission, but he always gives you a kiss and tells you he’s going to be alright.
  • Big on PDA. Sometimes he’ll just randomly come up behind you and wrap his arms around you, or kiss you on the cheek. Especially if you’re out and he seems someone getting a little to close to you, he’ll swoop in and kiss you in front of them.
  • Always letting you know he loves you. Like he’ll just blurt it out randomly when you’re both laughing over something, or as you’re falling asleep. 
  • Likes to cuddle when you’re falling asleep. Always holds you close to him.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

Kisses, Ice Cream, and Admissions.

Summary: You and your husband skip out on an Oscars week party to go loiter in a grocery store. At the end of the night, you reveal some news you’ve been keeping for a while. 

Pairing: Lin x Reader 

A/N: I started this like five hours ago and I finished it really quickly. It’s an idea I’ve had for a long time, but I just today thought of tying it into Oscars week festivities. 

ALSO, I did want to post something today because I wanted to tide you guys over. I said previously I was going to take part in the @hamwriters Write-a-thon, but I just found out that the week for the celebration is going to be filled with some exams, prior commitments, and traveling and I will no longer be able to participate. So, for the next two weeks, this will probably be the last fic I post. I thank you all for reading this and reading ANY of my fics - you’re all greatly appreciated. I’m terribly sorry about the write-a-thon. (I would queue up my fics, but they aren’t even written yet (yes, I procrastinate) so I just can’t participate at all.)

Words: 2,954 

Warnings: Mild cursing, mild make-out scene, and general lack of knowledge about Oscars stuff or if there even are Oscars week parties(??)

So, without further ado, enjoy this fic! 


You felt like you were watching your life out of someone’s else eyes. You raised your eyes above the crowd that surrounded you and connected eyes with your husband. He caught your look at the same time and stopped mid-sentence to smile at you. The sight of his grin warmed your body, reminding you of the way you felt as a child in the summertime sun when it touched every inch of your being and made your soul giggle with giddiness. You vacantly returned to the complacent conversation taking place right in front of you, nodding at the right moments and laughing politely at the rest. It was another story in another place, part of your husband’s Oscars week parties. You’d happily agreed to accompany him on all of his trips, as you wanted to show him off just as much as he wanted to show you off.

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All I Ask.

Pairing: Dean x reader

Titled: ‘All I Ask’ 

Cast: Dean, Y/N, Charlotte (6), Cassie, (3), Catherine, (2), and Bennett (7 months old) 

Word Count: 1,169

A/N: This is for @luci-in-trenchcoats Michelle’s 2K Writing Challenge! Thank you so much for allowing me to participate!! And @chaos-and-the-calm67 this was one of the gifs you submitted I just turned it into a one shot! 

Warnings: language, FLUFF, daddy!dean feels, and FEELS. 

Tagged: @sis-tafics @mysteriouslyme81 @winchesters-favorite-girl @daughters-and-winsisters @spnsisimagines @winchester-writes @thing-you-do-with-that-thing @sincerelysaraahh @ilostmyshoe-79 @abaddonwithyall  @winchesterwhisper @waywardsons-imagines @winchester-writes @winchesterfics @winchesterenthusiast @winchester-clique  @soaringeag1e @spnfeelstrain @msimpala67 @ivvitm1109 @mkay-chan @the-mrs-deanwinchester  @one-shots-supernatural @mysupernaturalfics  @supernatural-jackles @bringmesomepie56 @youwerelikeadream @mysteriouslyme81 @zombi3gyrl07 @beatlesobsessionlove @wanderer-08 @madelineannmolder @feelmyroarrrr @girl-next-door-writes @oh-goodness-loki @chantillilace @mysupernaturalfics  @castiels-sweet-little-grace  @supernotnaturalcas @atc74 @mommaton @ilostmyshoe-79 @my–heroine @curliesallovertheplace @blacktithe7 @pureawesomeness001 @little-red-83 @deansbaekaz2y5 @ellen-reincarnated1967 @chaos-and-the-calm67 @tardis-full-of-fallen-angels @therewillbeblood @meeshw777


After your son Bennett was born you practically on your hands and knees just begging Dean ever chance you got to go get some pictures taken. They weren’t going to stay that young forever. You would remind him frequently to also guilt him. Dean didn’t understand why you wanted pictures done so badly and after he thought it over and talked to Sam about it. He decided for your birthday, a part of your present they could go out and get some pictures done. 

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dancerdramatic1264  asked:

Hi! Can you do a daughter of Apollo dating a son of Ares?

Hahahah um yEs

  • Going all oUT for combat training
  • Like full on sparring matches that last for forever because neither one will give in
  • They’re both super stubborn
    • God help you if you want anything out of them when they’re fighting because they will not help you
  • Letting their competitive sides get the best of them all! the! goddamn! time!
    • Everything is a competition if you make it one
  • Tbh my boy can be hella petty and she is so over it sometimes and tries to be a peacemaker
    • She 9000% gives silent treatment when she’s upset
  • Would never be caught dead wearing matching clothes
  • Do stuff like go on runs with each other and hikes
  • Apollo girl is a Cali girl and Ares boy is New Englander so whenever they visit family they just laugh so badly at their SO being a total fish out of water
    • “what the heck is an old bay? is it like parts of the Chesapeake bay that are historic?”
    • “I dunno, five guys has a way better burger than in n out”
      • “alright you’re walking goodbye”
  • Both having completELY different ways of expressing love for each other
    • He does little things, like taking the trash out or picking up her dress from the dry cleaners
    • She likes giving stuff, gifts, making things, putting effort into projects like birthday parties or elaborate dates
      • Both hella love and appreciate each other
  • Having little ways of showing closeness
    • When she’s really tired she just rests her head on his shoulder and falls asleep
    • He absentmindedly strokes her hair for comfort when she’s close by.
      • God they’re so cute guys
I Don’t Celebrate It  ~Andre Burakovsky Imagine~

Summary: You and Andre have been dating for almost a year now. When the holiday of love comes up, you forgot to mention that you don’t celebrate it. 

Author’s Note: I always see Valentines day imagines so why not do an Anti Valentines Day one? I don’t celebrate the holiday anyway. y/f/c means your favorite color. 

Originally posted by austonmatths

You had recently just came home to your sweet loving boyfriend, only to not find him anywhere in sight. 

“Andre?” You call out. You walk into the bedroom to see a y/f/c dress on the bed and a note. You walk over to the dress and pick up the note.

Where this and meet me at the park, love Andre

You take a quick shower and put on your make up. You did your hair and put on the dress. You stared at yourself in the mirror before sighing. You walk out of the apartment and left to the park. 

Once you get there, you see Andre sitting on the swings in a suit. You shake your head and smile at his adorable cuteness. You walk over to him and he smiles up at you. 

“Hey,” He smiled. 

“Hey,” You smile back.

“I have a big surprise for you,” Andre said excitedly. He stood up and held your hand.

“Great,” You falsely smiled. 

“What’s wrong?” He asked frowning. 

“It’s nothing,” You tell him. You could last one Valentines day. Especially for Andre.

“Y/N, you made your fake smile,” Andre said. You sat on a swing and he sat next to you.

“I don’t celebrate Valentines Day,” You tell him.

“What?” Andre asked surprised.

“It’s a stupid holiday. I’ve been single for a long time and it got me to hate Valentines day. Every Valentines day, I choose to stay home and watch movies instead of going out and dress up fancy,” You tell him.

“Why haven’t you told me about this?” Andre asked. 

“I forgot to mention it,” You tell him.

“Oh. I can cancel the dinner,” Andre suggested. 

“Don’t do that. You probably thought about this last week. I don’t want you to stop everything just because I hate Valentines day,” You tell him.

“But I wanted this day and night to be all about you,” Andre said. 

“Andre, I love you so much that I could sacrifice one Valentines Day all dressed up and not in pajamas,” You tell him. 

“Really?” Andre asks. You nodded and give him a small kiss.

“Alright, let’s go. I had Tom and Michael be our servers for tonight,” Andre tells you.

“Really?” You asked surprised. 

“Yes. Do want to be surprised or do you want me to tell you what I have planned?” Andre asked. 

“Surprise me,” You said. 

“Okay,” Andre smiled. You give him one more kiss before you both start to head off. 

The date was beautiful. Tom and Michael were dressed up as waiters and they brought out a teddy bear and some roses Andre got for you. Once you reached home, you both weren’t tired yet.

“That was nice. Do you have anything else planned?” You asked him.  

“I have something in mind,” Andre said. He played some romantic music and you raised your eyebrow at him.

“One dance,” Andre said. 

You shrugged and kicked off your heels. You and Andre start to dance around in your living room. 

Originally posted by forwhenwefinallymeet

“Still hate Valentines Day?” Andre asks.

“Yeah. But you made it a nice night. I’ll celebrate Valentines day if I’m with you,” You tell Andre. Andre flashes a smile that showed his dimples. 

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Decisions, Decisions (Part 5)

Prompt: Imagine Tom Hiddleston has a crush on you and he is feeling jealous of James McAvoy on “The Graham Norton Show” because James talks about how great the chemistry was between you, his co-star, and him in your latest film.

Warnings: language, sexual content, adult content…?

Word Count: 5007

Note: Beta’d by @like-a-bag-of-potatoes​ - This fic would NOT be possible without you, and @amarvelouswritings​ - who let me badger the hell out of her. Thank you both a million! Used @theartofimagining13​ imagine

Also, some of the timelines are going to be off in this, to make stuff fit, and James’ wife and child are nonexistent - nothing against them, just easier to write if he didn’t have an ex wife and child. Texts are in italics

Tags: @wordacadabra   @frenchfrostpudding @lisssays @cocosierra94  @staceycasey123 @lucianightwolker @tacohead13

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Friday night you went to a few stores for some dresses. You found one thing you liked, and you reserved it for the “other” dress. But for the main dress to go to the premiere with Tom, you needed something dazzling. You spoke with Trish, your stylist, and asked her if she could work with Versace on a design you had in mind. She said she would work on it.

Tom was texting and calling quite frequently, sending you two more bouquets of flowers with another poem on each card. The calls became more familiar, a little more flirty, and you sent him a new watch to his hotel and some chocolates - since you knew they were his guilty pleasure.

James had contacted you a few times but he had a couple of interviews related to Split coming out soon so he was rather busy. But in a way it was good because you were able to spend more time and attention on Tom - that was a good thing, right? You weren’t so sure, you were already in so deep with both of these men, you didn’t need to have the decision be any harder than it was.

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Here With Me...

Another Pride prompt for all of you. I really hope you enjoy it. Thanks for reading. Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! <3

Requested by: Anon- “pride and 3 "could you be happy, here, with me?” plzzz"

Word Count: 1,049

Pairing: Pride x Reader

3. “Could you be happy, here, with me?”

After locking your front door you threw your keys onto the little entry table before kicking off your boots that had worked themselves throughout the two days they’d been on. Trudging through to your bathroom the first thing you do is have a good shower, washing off all the grime and sweat of the past few days. After you’re out and dried, strolling about in your dressing gown you enter your kitchen and open your fridge to find leftover takeout next to three ice cold beer bottles. Choosing the latter you snatch the bottle from the shelf and pop the cap.

You flopped down onto your couch with a hefty sigh, it had been a rough week for you and the team. A case that involved politicians and senior navy officials. It was long, and a slow process. After a few swigs of the beer, you looked out of the window, the stars shining brightly even through the glow of the city. It made a change for you to be at your apartment. It was small, compact, dingy and all of your things didn’t fit in. Most of it was still in storage even though you’d been here for god knows how many years.

You puffed out a sigh and picked up your phone, swiping the screen you smile gently at the screen’s wallpaper, a picture of you and Dwayne taken last year at Mardi-Gras. It was the day that you knew he was the man for you. Even after two years of dating, sleepovers and confessions of love, you were still guarded and unsure. Your past relationships were dodgy to say the last and the poor man, when you decided to get together, had only been out of a divorce six months.

Pressing the dial button you tapped Dwayne’s name and place the phone to your ear. You only had to wait for a few rings before he picked up.

“Hey, darlin’.”

You could hear his smile, one of your own appearing on your lips, “Hey.”

“You only just left, everythin’ alright?”

“Yeah, yeah everything’s fine. I just…I don’t know. I’m bored. I’ve finally showered but I’m bored.” You chuckle and take a sip of your beer, “I’m surprised you aren’t at the bar.”

“Ahm headin’ there now. You wanna join me?”

You bite your lip. It was Saturday after all, you didn’t really need to be in work tomorrow, not unless someone from the Navy decided to die of a suspicious death, which would be so inconsiderate of them, “Sure. I’ll meet you there?”

“Alright. Travel safe now. Ah’ll see you soon baby’. Love ya.”

You hang up and race through to your bedroom. Stripping off your dressing gown pulled on a nice lightweight vest top and a pair of knee-length denim shorts with some nice sandals that matched your top. After pulling your hair up into a somewhat neat ponytail you gave yourself a spray of deodorant and perfume, knowing how humid New Orleans could get on a night in the middle of summer, especially in Pride’s bar.

Calling a cab from your cell you take your keys, your small little purse and stand on the street, waiting for it to arrive, messaging Dwayne to tell him you were on your way.


“There she is!” Pride grinned and placed a chaste kiss to your lips, “Let me get you a drink.” He said over the live band playing. Once both of your drinks were poured you lifted yourself up onto the free stool at the bar, Pride standing next to you.

Both of you took a sip after clinking glasses, “What made you want to come out, sweetheart? Ah thought you’d be dead to the world after this week.”

“I didn’t want to be at home.” You confessed with a slight sad smile, “It’s too small. Too quiet. I’m used to living in a city. Even after all these years.”

“Well ah can understand that.” He nodded, taking another sip of his pint, moving a little closer, “You look beautiful, [Y/N].”

You blushed as always, whenever King paid you a compliment it always happened, “You don’t look too bad yourself.” You smile up, leaning up a little further to peck the corner of his mouth, “Do you need any help behind here?” You asked, gesturing to behind the bar.

“Nope. No. You aren’t settin’ foot behind there. This here is downtime. No work.” He promised, his hand moving to hold yours, “Not unless it gets real busy. Maybe then.” He relented with a shrug of his shoulders causing you both to laugh.

“I’m thinking of moving.” You share with him, looking down at your hands, “Somewhere closer to NCIS I think. I might ask Christopher if he can help me. I should have taken his offer up the first time.”

“You’re not happy where you are then?”

“No. Like I said, it’s too small and I think it’s about time my furniture came out of storage. I’ve saved up some money if I can’t rent I might buy?” Even you had to agree that you sounded unsure, “All I know is I’m not happy there.”

Pride nodded, sipping his drink before turning to you a little more, “Well…” He started, his pause causing you to look from the live band to him, “Could you be happy, here, with me?”

Your face turned into a frown and you could tell Dwayne thought he’d said the wrong thing, “At the bar?”

“No, sweetheart, at NCIS…living with me…” He seemed to stumble on his way with words, “Ah guess ahm askin’ you to move in with me.”

“Oh, my…really?!” You ask with a squeal of delight.

“Is that a yes?”

“One hundred percent!” You beamed and pulled him in for a hug, guiding him to stand between your bent legs, “Are you serious?” You pull back a little, searching his eyes.

“Dead serious.” He drawled out, his eyes ghosting over your face as that smile you only saved for him appeared, “I love you [Y/N]. Will you move in with me?”

You nodded, “Yes. Of course. I would love too.” You cup his cheeks, kissing him deeply before your hands made their way to around his neck, “I love you too.” You mumbled against his lips, “I can’t wait.”


Tag list: @imagicana @lestradeslover @octxgonxl @irishavengersassemble

fun lil heathers facts i picked up

-jason dean plays the saxophone
-heahers takes place in the spring semester, near prom
-heather chandler had a small liscense plate in her locker with her name on it, and it /might/ be for a motorcycle (it seems about the right size)
-if it is for a motorcycle, heather chandler wants a fucking motorcycle guys this is my new favorite image
-jd got /his/ motorcycle as a perk from his dad’s company
-i still can’t get over the fact that veronica wears a monocle i love
-there was a little girl in the front row, crying at kurt and ram’s funeral, so one of those two might possibly have a younger sister/cousin/neighbor/whatever that they were close with
-kurt’s phone is shaped like a football
-there’s a painting of a little blonde girl in a red dress in heather chandler’s room…. it’s probably her
-if it’s not her, she probs has it just for the aesthetic that girl loves red
-she also really likes pink have you seen her room
-heather mac has trouble with math, but as far as we kniw, she does alright in her other classes
-heather mac’s parents are divorced
-heather chandler’s family visits her grandmother every sunday
-she usually skips these trips
-veronica takes french classes
-there’s a chance that jason dean took german classes
-how often do u think kurt and ram go cow tipping bc i feel like it’s often
-jd says something like “say i did blow up the school, say i blew up all those schools”
-so he might have tried things like this before
-veronica wanted to get a job at the mall but her mom said no
-i’m p sure heather duke is the shortest in the squad
-i’m out of fun facts bye i did my best

A hole in the wall - A Fremione One Shot

“Oops!”


Hermione Granger was now staring at was once has been the wall separating the two flats. She could clearly see her neighbor holding the club that obviously destroyed the wall. However, it didn’t stay in his hands for long as he quickly hand it to one of his friend behind him.


“It’s his fault, I swear!”


For the first time in years, Hermione Granger was speechless.


“What the hell?!” was all she could say.



*



“Weasley, what the hell have you done?!” cried Hermione. She couldn’t believe that there was now a hole in her living room which combined her flat and Fred Weasley’s.


“I told you it was Lee’s fault, Granger!”


“Stop accusing the poor guy! How could you do that?!”


“It was an accident, I swear!”


Hermione let out a sigh. She knew her neighbor was childish, but she didn’t know it was that much. And right now, she needed him to be serious.


“You know it will take weeks to repair that, don’t you?”


“Well, that means that we’ll be flatmate. We should take advantage of the situation, don’t you think?” he  winked at her.


He didn’t see the book until it hit him in the face.


“What was that for?!”


“Stop being such a perv!”


“Don’t tell me you didn’t think about it, Granger,” he smirked. This time, he caught the book before it hit him, “stop throwing books at me, I’ll get hurt!”


“That’s the goal,” she sighs, “let’s just clean all this mess for now.”



*



Hermione hung up the phone, massaging her temples. If only the headache that appeared after Fred had the great idea to extend his flat could disappear.


“So, what did they say?” he asked as he was making tea for both of them.


“I have to call them back later, but they say it would take at least a month before they come fix that.”


“I’m sorry about that,” he apologized handing her the cup.


“It’s okay, what’s done is done.” She took a sip and sighed of contentment, “thanks,” she says.


They were silent for a moment before Hermione put her cup down and took a deep breathe.


“Okay, since we’re going to be kind of roommate for the next month, here are some rules-”


“Rules? Seriously?”


“Shut up, I don’t want to see you half naked in my living room.”


“You would like that, though,” he said with one of his famous smirk again.


“So, no one crosses the wall, understand?”


“That’s what west Berliners would say.”


Hermione couldn’t help but laugh at this. Before she could say anything else, he started, “I see you have a functional toaster here, mine is completely broken – George threw it out of the window – could I use yours on mornings?”


“Of course not,” she answered.


Fred just smirked at that “Game of Thrones begins next week and I have a pretty big television, you know.”


“Okay, you can use it, but just on mornings. You can’t cross the line aside from that!”


He just laughed “You’re so easy to convince!”


“Shut up.”


“Alright, alright,” he begins after he stopped laughing, “what is next, love?”


“First, don’t call me that please. For the second rule, I beg you, stay dressed,” she pleaded.


“Come on, Granger. I know you dream of me every night,” he stopped her before she could say anything, “but since we’re on this rule thing, I’m asking you to keep your bloody cat in your side.”


“I would really like it if you show some respect to Crookshanks.” The look on Fred’s face stopped her in her thougths. “Anyway, what did he ever do to you?”


“Every time he sees me, he attacks me!”


“Crooks would never do that!”


“I swear that bloody cat will kill me someday,” he cried.


“Urgh, men are such babies,” she complained, “alright, I’ll try to keep him in my side, but I can’t guarantee that.”


“Good enough for me.” With one long sip, Fred finished his tea, put the cup in Hermione’s sink, and before crossing the wall to head back in his flat, adds, “Night, Granger.”


“Good night, Weasley.”



*



When Fred woke up the next day, he felt something soft on his face. It took him a couple of seconds to realise he couldn’t breath. Quickly, he removed what was on his face so he could finally breath. When he opened his eyes, another pair of eyes met his. Sighing, he took the Hermione’s cat in his arm and get out of his bed.


“Bloody cat,” he muttered, “gonna rule the world one day.”


Soundless, he crossed the wall, released Crookshanks who ran farther in Hermione’s flat, and made his way into the kitchen. He opened a few cupboards before he found the bread. Quickly, he cut it in half and put it in the toaster.


“What are you doing here,” asked a voice behind him that made him jump of surprise. With a smirk, he turned around to see Hermione trying to wake up.


“Hello there, sunshine, had a good night?” Hermione only muttered something he didn’t understand before he continued, “want some toast?”


“Hm, yes please,” she hummed.


With a wink and a smile, Fred turned around to make her a toast. Letting out a yawn, the woman looked at the man in front of her. She had to admit that he was really handsome, there was no denying it. And he had a nice body too. She couldn’t help but let her eyes wandering on his bottom. She bit her lips. Yep, he was easy on the eyes. Maybe it wasn’t that bad, she thought. All that flatmate thing could have some good sides. It has been a long time since a man stood in her kitchen making breakfast for her. She missed that.


“And one toast for the beautiful lady!”


His voice cut her in her thoughts and she rose her head with a smile.


“Thank you, sir,” she said in a light tone.


She took a bite of her toast and let out a moan. At least, he knew how to make good toasts.


“So, miss Granger, were you checking me out?”


She chocked on her food and felt herself turned red. He saw her checking him out shamelessly!


“What? Of course not! I mean, yeah you’re handsome and all but- No! I wasn’t checking you out! Nothing of that! No-”


“Calm down, Granger,” he laughed, “don’t be ashamed. Feel free to look whenever you want.”


Her blush was still present when he disappeared in his flat.


Ten minutes later, Hermione was back in her living room, her high heels were clicking along with her footsteps, ready to leave for work. She was going through her back, checking whether she forgot something when she felt a presence beside her. She looked up to see Fred in nothing but a towel, still wet from his shower.


“Bloody he- What are you doing?”


“I forgot my phone here,” he replied.


“And it couldn’t wait until you get dressed,” she exclaimed, her face redder than ever.


“Come on, Granger, you like it,” he winked.


At that comment, she became even redder and let her frustration escaped in a sight. “Never mind,” she blew and left her flat, leaving a smirking redhead behind her.



*



After a week, Hermione realized that all the rules she made up when the wall was first broken would be unnecessary. Fred would always find a way to break them and invade her privacy, and would always get away with it. In a week, it seems that he found out how to work his way out of Hermione’s wrath and it frustrated her. But she had to admit that this flatshare had its perks. After a tough day, Fred was always there to cheer her up. And she didn’t have to eat alone anymore, not that she would ever voice that she hated to be alone at night.


When she came home that night, she was in a good mood. No one complained at her work and everyone seemed to be in a the same mood at her, for once. So, she could only smiled when she saw Fred and his big smiled, the dinner already cooked.


“Right on time, love! Go change in something more comfortable, tonight is the first episode of Game Of Thrones!”


Hermione just laughed and did exactly as he said, while he set the plates on the table in front of his television. She came back with her cat in her arms and settled down next to him right when the generic began.


They were silent for a while, eating and focusing on the show. Their eyes were not leaving the screen and the silent was only broken by some exclamations.


“Holy shit!”


“Shh!”


When the episode came to an end, they didn’t wait to talk about it, their spirit still in the show.


“I can’t believe they ended the episode like that, they always end them with a cliffhanger,” sighed Hermione. She sank more into the couch and Fred’s arm that was around her shoulders, slowly petting Crookshanks who fell asleep.


“I know! I can’t wait until next week for the second episode. They always make the first episode so captivating, it’s a shame there are only ten episodes per season and then, we have to wait a year for the sequel.”


“I know what you mean,” laughed Hermione, “they sure know how to draw our attention.”


Once again, they stayed silent, enjoying the tranquility of the moment. Tranquility that was broken by some shouts and grinding noises from the flat above them.


“Oh my god, they’re at it again.”


Hermione put her face into her hands, hiding her embarrassment from Fred. The redhead wasn’t better, the famous Weasley blush was present on his face and he quickly took his arm away from her shoulders, avoiding physical contact.


“Well, that’s bloody awkward. Let’s call it a night, shall we?”


“Yes,” she exclaimed, “I’m just gonna help you with the dishes and head to bed, huh? It’s better that way.”


“Yup, let’s keep it the less awkward possible.”



*



Hermione was sitting on her couch, so immersed in her book that she didn’t hear Fred crossing the line to her side. He leaned on the wall, watching her for a couple of minutes without her noticing him. With a smirk he disappeared in his room before coming back, a camera in his hands. Fred took advantage of the fact that Hermione still didn’t notice him to take a picture of her. He grinned as he saw Hermione startle at the flash of the camera and looked down to see the picture he just took.


“What a nice picture of a beautiful girl I just got!”


Hermione was looking at him, confused. She has been so immerged in her book that she only understood now that the flash she saw was Fred taking a picture on her. She smiled, blushing a little at Fred’s comment before closing her book and getting up. She closed the distance between her and Fred to look at the picture.


“Wow, you sure do know how to enhance the model,” she muttered.


“Nah, the model is just really beautiful,” he winked at her.


She chose to ignore the comments as she started blushing. “How long have you been taking pictures?”


“I don’t really know. It’s been years. I just love taking pictures of everything. But you just became my muse,” he whispered seriously.


Hermione didn’t know what to answer at that so she chose to ignore his comment yet again, “can I see your pictures?”


Fred smiled and handed over his camera, “go ahead.”


With a big smile, she took Fred by his arm so she would sit with her on the couch. She happily looked at the pictures for about ten minutes before she raised an eyebrow and looked at Fred.


“I understand you like taking pictures and all, but how come you’re never on any picture?”


“Well, sunshine, I’m not photogenic. At all. Every time someone takes a picture of me I end up with a weird face.”


Hermione laughed, raising the camera, ready to take picture. “I don’t believe you! Here, smile for me.”


And he gave her a genuine smile. She didn’t miss the moment and quickly took the picture. With a smile, she looked at the result, certain the picture would be perfect. She burst out laughing when she saw the picture and showed it to Fred.


“How come it came out like that? You were smiling when I took it!”


Fred laughed with her when he saw the picture. Indeed, his face was funny but he couldn’t tell how his tongue came out of his mouth and his right eye closed by himself when he was sure he was smiling.


“See,” he says, “the camera hates me. It’s a curse.”


“Come on, let’s take some other!”


Fred laughed and stood up. He smiled at Hermione when she took another picture. He changed positions as she took another. They keep taking pictures and weird poses for a while and Hermione couldn’t stop laughing at Fred’s weird faces.


Hermione finally stopped laughing and moved closer to Fred when he sat down on the couch, leaning on him.


“Come on, let’s take a picture together this time.”


“Whatever you want, sweetheart.”


When Hermione took the picture, Fred wasn’t looking at the camera. He couldn’t detach his eyes from Hermione nor could he get rid of the sweet smile that appeared on his face. He was happy later that night that the woman didn’t look at the picture after she took it, even though it was probably the best picture of Fred that existed.



*



“Okay, tell me why you’re in my kitchen at two thirty in the morning, eating my cereals, completely naked?”


Hermione had woken up in the middle of the night because she was thirsty and she just discovered Fred Weasley in her kitchen, naked, eating her cereals, as if it was the most normal thing in the world. Well, at least the package of cornflakes was hiding his package, but still.


“I was hungry.”


“At two am?”


“Yes!”


“And you couldn’t eat your own cereals?”


“I ran out of them.”


“Urgh, I’m too tired for this.”


With this, she just took a glass, filled it with water while trying to not stare at his naked bottom and went back to her room, ignoring his bright smile.



*



“By the way, ‘Mione,” began Fred the next morning.


“Yes,” she answered without looking at him, which frustrated her. She had no reason to be embarrassed because she saw him naked. It was him who should be embarrassed. Honestly, who just go in a woman’s flat completely naked just to eat cereals in the middle of the night? Probably only Fred Weasley.


“I won’t be here tonight, I have dinner at my parents’.”


“Oh, okay? I don’t know why you tell me though.”


“I know you don’t like to be alone at night.”


She shrugged, taking her bag on her shoulder. “It doesn’t bother me.”


Fred just smiled, closing the distance between him and Hermione. Taking a hair strand between his fingers, he placed it behind her ear without breaking eye contact.


“I won’t be long, I promise.”


Hermione laughed, taking a step back to leave.


“Don’t worry Fred, I’m not some kid you are taking care of. You don’t have to justify yourself.”


“Alright, alright,” he laughed, “just wanted you to know since you will be so lonely without me.”


“In your dreams!”


“In my dreams, you’re naked and-”


“Shut up! I don’t want to know! God you’re gross! Don’t forget to buy your own cereals,” she cried before closing the door behind her.



*



Ron was looking at Fred’s camera with Harry. Both of them always liked to see the pictures that Fred took. They were always amazed that he could take a picture at the right moment and make it so beautiful. As they passed some pictures, they stopped at one picture in particular.


“Hey, Fred,” began Ron.


“Hm?” was the only answer he got from his older brother as he kept playing chess with their father.


“Why do you have a picture of Hermione,” he asked, still looking at the camera, “no, why do you have so many pictures of Hermione? Seriously, how much are there? There are hundreds of them!”


“What? Ron, how do you know Hermione?” asked Fred as he left their father smiling at the situation to take back his camera, switching it off.


“More like, how do you know her,” said Harry, “Hermione is our best friend since high school.”


“What? How come you never introduced her to us?” wondered Fred, confused. The whole family knew every friend of Ron and Harry, so Fred was confused he didn’t know about Hermione earlier, especially when they are now claiming her as their best friend.


Ron and Harry just looked at each other before laughing. Now, all the family was gathering in the living room, wanting to know why they didn’t know about the person who seems really important to the boys.


“Well,” began Harry, “we really wanted to introduce her to you, she’s our best friend after all, but,” he laughed, preventing himself to say more.


“But,” continued Ron “how to say that,” he meditated while scratching his chin, “we knew you,” he pointed Fred, “would be head over heels for her. Don’t ask us, we just knew.”


“Yeah, and we didn’t want to hear you whimpering around how beautiful she was, smart, nice and all.” At that, the whole family laughed, even Arthur and Molly, saying that Ron and Harry were right.


“What? I wouldn’t do that. I never do that!” He argued.


Once again the two men looked at each other before they took high pitched voices, trying to imitate Fred.


“Oh my god, she’s so beautiful! I swear, the next time I see her, I’ll just shove her to a wall and snog senseless” mimicked Harry, grinning as he saw Charlie holding his sides as he was laughing.


“Dad, Mum! I found the love of my life! You will love her! And Georgie, she’s so hot, you won’t believe it!” Now, Molly was laughing so much that she almost fell from her chair.


However, Harry didn’t give Fred the time to respond. “Now, tell us, how do you know her and why do you have so many pictures of her? Do you stalk her?”


“What? No,” countered Fred when he saw the threatening look the younger boy gave him. “She’s my neighbor.”


“Your neighbor? As in, the girl next door? The hot chick you’ve been talking about for months?”


“Yes.”


Ron and Harry just burst out laughing.


“I told you he would be crazy about her!”


They kept laughing for a while before Harry stopped abruptly.


“Wait, didn’t you say that you accidentally broke the wall that was separating yours’ and your neighbor’s flats?”


“I remember that I did say that,” began Fred, looking everywhere but at Harry and his brother.


“You mean that you’re living with Hermione?! Fred, I’m going to-”


“Harry, stop !”



*



Fred shut the door behind him, dropping his keys on the table in his living room. He let himself fall on his couch, sighing. Charlie, Bill and George had to calm Harry down. The guy had succeeded to scare him. Other than that, the weekly dinner with his family went well, but he was exhausted. He tried to relax by sinking more into the couch when something caught his eye. He turned his head to the left to see a scene that was unusual. The redhead raised an eyebrow at the sight.


“Hermione, love, what are you doing standing on your table? And is that a pan in your hand?”


Indeed, Hermione was standing on her table with a pan in her hand, ready to defend herself against whatever would attack her. Obviously, by the way she was wearing a sweater way too large for her and that her hair was up on the top of her head in a messy bun, she spent the night reading. That is, until something seems to cut her in her activity.


“Oh, nothing, I just wanted to see how it would be to have you height,” she said while staring at something at the floor.


Fred chuckled and answered, “darling, I know it’s frustrating to be short, but you could just ask, I would show you the Heaven. Now, what is the real reason of all that?”


“There is a spider right here and I can’t go anywhere.”


Fred laughed before saying, “you know, you could easily avoid it, right?”


“Yeah, but there is no way I’m taking one single step on this floor while this servant of Satan is alive.”


Once again Fred just laughed. He stood up with a bit of difficulties and crossed the wall. Hermione watched him take the spider into his palm and gently throw it out of the window. With a grin, he came back to her.


“Now, put the pan down and give your hero a kiss,” he said as he open his arm to help her to get off the table. She accepted the help by throwing her arms around his neck and he slowly lifted her up and then she was safely on the ground again, but neither of them broke their eye contact.


“Well, thank you,” said Hermione a little embarrassed. She didn’t take her arm off as Fred didn’t release her. “You can let me go now.”


“Right,” he released her without breaking eye contact. Suddenly, he yawned, forcing him to close his eyes. “Sorry,” he muttered.


Hermione smiled. “You should probably go to bed.”


“Yeah, probably.”


“Thanks again, for getting ride of the spider,” she laughed, “my hero.”  She turned around, heading for her bedroom. “Good night, Fred.”


He smiled as she disappeared from his sight.


“Good night, Hermione.”



*



Fred was looking everywhere for his wallet. He was sure he put it on Hermione’s table the night before but he couldn’t find it anywhere. Besides, there were now pieces of paper everywhere in the living room and even in the kitchen, which wasn’t helping him at all. George was waiting for him in the car outside the building and he was already late is it was. He moved away some sheets, putting some on the counter behind him or even throwing some away in the room.


“Ha! Here it is!”


He quickly put it in his pocket and exited the flat at the exact same moment Hermione came into the room.


“Where is that bloody report,” she cried, proceeding going through the exact same paper Fred went through a minute ago. “What the- Where is the- I can’t believe it, He messed with my papers! Everything was classified!”


She heard the door opening behind her and she turned around so quickly that her head spun for a few seconds. She saw the redhead, cursing under his breath about his shirt that was soaked with coffee. She didn’t wait for him to acknowledge her.


“Fred! Bloody hell, I told you to not mess with my papers! Where is my report for the Prophet? I can’t find it anywhere and I have a bloody meeting in half an hour! I’m late! Why are you not answering, you idiot?!”


The man in front of her stood still, not daring to answer. He seemed scared, which was odd, Fred was never scared of her. On the contrary, he should be laughing at her for worrying so much and telling her to calm down since panicking would just make her more late than she already is.


“Err, I’m not Fred,” he began, “I’m George. His twin. He mentioned a twin, right? You must be Hermione, huh? Nice to meet you. Fred told me a lot about you. Ron and Harry too. It’s nice to finally put a face on a name. Err, sorry, I dropped my coffee over myself and just came here to borrow one of his shirt. I dunno what Fred did but, err, sorry?”


There was a silent where none of them moved or even blinked.


“Oh my God, I’m so sorry! He did mention a twin! I didn’t mean to shout at you, I, err, I’m really late for an important meeting and I can’t find my- Oh! Here it is,” she exclaimed taking a paper from the counter of the kitchen whereas it should have been on the table of the living room. “Sorry again, George, it’s nice meeting you too. God, you must think I’m crazy. I’ll leave, okay? Take your time, I guess, bye!”



*



Hermione sighed as she unlocked the door. It has been a long day at work and all she wanted was to take a long and hot bath. And a beer too. Yeah, sharing a beer with Fred for instance would be relaxing for her. He would make her laugh. She was feeling as if she hadn’t laugh in a while, when the last time was in fact during the morning. And it was because of a joke Fred told her in a message he sent. She let out another sigh. How come this man could gather everything she was looking for in a man?


She finally opened the door to get in her flat and closed it behind her without a noise. She was going to put her keys on the nail on the wall but stopped when she heard a voice saying her name.


“-Hermione, was it? How is it going on,” the voice asked.


“She’s great, really. Nice, beautiful, with a strong personality.”


She recognized the voice as Fred’s and could easily imagine his smile as he was talking.


“Sounds like little Freddie is falling in love,” sang a woman’s voice.


Hermione knew she shouldn’t listen. She knew she should make them know she was there. But she really wanted to know what Fred would say following the statement the woman did. Her heart was beating so fast and so loud that she feared they could hear it.


“Yeah, I think I am,” he admitted in a soft voice.


Her heart missed a beat and her cheeks suddenly felt hot. She didn’t have time to think over it, however, when he started talking again.


“I mean, it’s been months since I’ve had a crush on her,” he paused. “But, I’m really falling in love with her. Have been since we started to know each other better I think.”


“How come you haven’t made a move yet?”


It was a woman’s voice, Hermione realized, but different from the one before. How many people were there exactly?


“Yeah, you never had problem with that before,” said a voice similar to Fred’s, “you always go ahead without thinking and it has always worked for you.”


“It’s different,” Fred said in a whisper, “firstly because this time I really love her, which wasn’t the case with the others before, and secondly, because we kind of live together right now. I don’t want to make a move without knowing she at least feels half the things I feel for her. It would be awkward otherwise.”


Hermione decided she had heard enough. It wasn’t appropriate to listen to the conversation anymore. She opened the door with the most noise possible she could do and slamed the door after some seconds. She shook her keys a little to make some other noise and put them on the nail. Then she finally made her way to the living room when she took off her coat and threw it on the couch.


“Hi, honey, how was your day?”


She smiled at the nickname and turned around to see Fred, smiling brightly at her.


“Exhausting, how was yours?”


“Pretty boring actually. Want to join us?”


“It would be nice, thanks.”


The redhead smiled and got up to find a bottle of beer for her. During this time she introduced herself as did his friends. She recognized them as the very same friends that were present the day Fred broke the wall. There were Oliver, Lee, Katie, Alicia and Angelina. And George of course. Facing the latter, she smiled at him.


“I apologize for this morning,” she started, unsure where to begin in the first place.


Fred’s twin laughed. “Don’t worry about that, no offense taken. Plus, it was Fred’s fault.”


“Hey, I didn’t do it on purpose,” he explained handing Hermione the bottle and making her sit between him and George.


“Don’t play innocent, Gred, you made me go up here on purpose so she would yell at me instead of you!”


Fred laughed and looked at his twin, proud of himself. “You spilled your coffee over your shirt yourself!”


“Don’t laugh, you git! She was really scary!”


Hermione laughed when she thought at the moment she started yelling at George on the morning, thinking it was Fred. Soon enough, the topic was set aside and Hermione found herself in a conversation with the three other girls. Katie was talking about a book she wanted to read in the near future.


“I already read it. You can borrow it if you want,” offered Hermione.


“Really? That would be great Hermione, thank you!”


“Just let me go find it,” she said with a smile.


She put her beer on the table and got up from the couch. Stopping his conversation, Fred locked his eyes on her, watching her as she crossed the wall. He tilted his head on the side as he stared at her bum. It was only when George elbowed him in the ribs he finally unlocked his gaze.


“What was that for?”


“You were staring, man. And without hiding it.”


Indeed, he could see his friends looking at him with knowing smiles.


“Anyway,” he answered, taking a sip of his beer as Hermione came back in the room.


“Here it is!”


“Thank you, Hermione,” Katie exclaimed. She went through a few pages, smiling. Raising her head, Katie’s eyes met the scene between Fred and Hermione. They were leaning over each other, talking in a low voice. Her smile got bigger. She was sure it was only a matter of time before those two begin dating.



*



It was only an hour later when the group decided to leave and that Hermione exchanged phone numbers with the girls, that Fred and Hermione were finally alone. She was helping Fred cleaning up when he grinned at her.


“Are you tired?”


“No, not really,” she answered with a smile.


“Great! Would you want to watch a movie?”


“That would be great.”


With a smile, Fred headed her in the living room once again and began listing the movies he had. After ten minutes, they settled for a horror movie. Joining her on the couch, he put an arm around her shoulders, his eyes fixed on the screen.


However, Hermione couldn’t focus on the movie. She couldn’t help but think about the conversation she heard before. Looking at Fred, she smiled. It shouldn’t bother her. She may not be in love with him yet, but, Merlin, she had the biggest crush ever. She knew that with a little time, her feelings would match his. Leaning more into him, she placed her head in his neck, breathing his scent. With a smile, she closed her eyes, not caring about the movie, and slowly fell asleep without realizing it.


That was probably why she felt confused when she woke up hours later. The room was in the dark and she had no idea how she ended up lying on top of Fred, his arms hugging her against him tightly. With a lot of difficulties, she grabbed her phone that laid on the table and saw that it was almost four in the morning. Sighing, she tried to free herself from Fred’s grip but it was clearly a lost cause.


“Mh, don’t go…”


All her movements succeeded to wake him up. She sighed.


“Fred, we should go to bed, it will be more comfortable,” she whispered.


“But you’re comfy… And warm. Don’t take the warmth away…”


“Fred,” she began.


“Please, don’t go,” he mumbled.


A soft smile painted itself on Hermione’s face. She lied down, burying her face in his neck, taking in his scent.


“Alright, alright,” she murmured, “I’m not going anyway.”


She fell back to sleep almost instantly, rocked by Fred’s warmth, not seeing the big smile on the redhead’s face as he, too, fell back to sleep.



*



In the next two weeks, Fred noticed some changes. Since the night they both fell asleep on his couch, Hermione became more keen about physical contacts. She would pass a hand in his hair, messing with it and would always tell him how much she loved his hair. When he talked, she would always look at him in the eye, and sometimes, she would absent-mindedly take his hand in hers, playing with him, intertwining their fingers. She would comment on how blue his eyes were. She would also give him a hug before going to bed at night, and a kiss of the cheek on the morning before leaving for work. In those moments, her hand would always linger a few more second on his shoulder or on his other cheek, depending where she put it.


This change made Fred smile and hopeful. If she was becoming tactile, it means that she was interesting in him, right? He could hope for more, right?


“Well, that’s either that, either she’s friend zoning you,” said Oliver one day.


“You think?!”


“I don’t know, it could be that. I mean, girls tend to be a lot more tactile when they are starting to consider you as your best friend. I mean, have you seen Katie? Or Alicia and Angelina? They’re always touching us, and they have no romantic feelings for either of us. None.”


“Merlin, you’re right. She’s putting me in the friend zone! I’m screwed!”


“Maybe not. If she’s looking at you right in the eyes, it could be more than friendship,” Oliver sighed, “girls are really complex, mate, it’s never the same with any of them. You learn something with one, and the next one destroys every of your beliefs.”


Fred crossed his arms on the table, burying his head in them, ignoring the waiter asking them if they wanted dinner and who left when Oliver gave him a negative answer. “What should I do, Ollie,” he whimpered.


Oliver sighed. “Don’t call me Ollie, how many times do I have to tell you,” he laughed a little, thinking of an answer to his question. “I don’t really know mate, you could try to make her jealous? Girls do that a lot to make us notice them. Works every time too.”


“Yeah, but it could be double-edged, you know?”


“Mh, true. Don’t do that, it’s a bad idea. We’re not clever enough to succeed whit a plan like that.”


They laughed.


“Listen, Fred. When you fancy someone, the best thing to do is to tell them. You will never know until you tell her. And, no, you can’t wait until she tells you. It could takes her months, or worse, years to make the first step. You have to take the matter into your own hands.”


Fred growled, sitting himself up and taking a sip of his whiskey.


“If I wanted to hear that, I would have gone to my mother of Gin’. It’s nice and all to say that, but it doesn’t tell me how.”


Oliver laughed. “I know, I only repeat what I hear all the time. Well, they are right about it, but it doesn’t tell us how to do it. It’s true that we can’t just go and throw it in their face.”


The Scot smiled as he watched Fred looking at his glass, deep in his thoughts.


“It’s gonna be alright, Fred. You just need a bit of courage. And luck.”



*



Hermione closed the door of her flat and threw her coat on the couch, letting a happy sigh out. She just same back from a night with Katie, Alicia and Angelina. During the month and a half she had been living with Fred and she had known the three girls, they grew closer and closer and often went out for what they called “girls night”. She always came back a little drunk from these nights and tonight was not an exception. She was feeling a little lightheaded and knew that she felt more courageous in those moments. She needed to talk to Fred. She had to tell him. Right now, before her courage disappeared.


“Fred?”


“In the kitchen, Hermione!”


She smiled, feeling herself blushing just at the sound of his voice. However, she blamed it on the alcohol, and she made her way to the kitchen.


“I need to tell you some…thing.”


She stopped in her tracks, looking around her. Besides Fred was probably the most beautiful woman Hermione ever saw. She was tall, but still shorter than Fred, had what look like the softest blond hair she had ever seen. She was skinny, and Hermione immediately wondered if she was a model. She had the prettiest blue eyes too, as pretty as Fred’s were.


“Hermione, I introduced you to Fleur.”


With a smile, Fleur stood and shook Hermione’s hand, and once again, Hermione thought she had one of the prettiest smile ever. And why was she so short while that goddess was so tall?


“Nice to meet you, Harmony, I heard so much about you!”


Hermione noted a French accent when she talked. It only confirmed Hermione that that woman was perfect. How can she compete with her? And Fleur was such a beautiful name.


“Nice to meet you too, Fleur. And you can call me 'Mione, my name is a little difficult to pronounce.”


“Alright, 'Mione, it’s a pleasure.”


In the background, she saw Fred drop a blender on the counter while smiling brightly at her.


“You wanted to tell me something?”


Hermione’s expression darkened. I was too long, she thought bitterly. She tried to say something, feeling the pressure of bother Fred and Fleur’s stares, but she could only stutter some words.


“Yeah, I- Err, I wanted to know if- No, I- Sorry, I completely forgot. I’m a little drunk so I’ll just go to bed, okay? Good night, and it was nice meeting you, Fleur,” she finally said with a weak smile.


Quickly, she turned away, almost running into her room. She didn’t want to cry, especially for something as silly as that, but she couldn’t contain herself, and tears just ran down her cheeks as she realized that she had fallen in love.



*



The next morning, Hermione woke up early since Harry would pick her up for lunch and then enjoy the day with Ron who would join them around two in the afternoon. Fortunately, she haven’t drunk enough the last night to have a hangover. Getting up, she decided to take a shower before having her breakfast, so that she could avoid Fred a little longer. She didn’t want to see him for the moment and if she could avoid him until the next day, it would be perfect. She sighed several times. Even if a few months ago she had heard Fred said he was falling in love with her, it didn’t mean that is hasn’t change since then. Fleur’s presence was the proof of this change. She couldn’t be upset with Fred, but it didn’t hurt any less.


Eventually, she got out of the shower, dressed and went to the kitchen hopeful that a good breakfast would cheer her up. That was, until she saw Fred in her kitchen.


“Morning, sunshine!”


How was it even possible to smile so brightly?


“Morning…”


While she was preparing a cup of black coffee that she felt was strongly needed, she saw from the corner of her eyes a frown replacing the smile that Fred was wearing earlier.


“Is everything alright 'Mione?”


She answered with just a sound, drinking her coffee in one sip.


“We should,” she began, hesitating about the words she should use, “next time, you should tell me when you take your girlfriend home. You know, just so that I don’t interrupt anything. It would be really embarrassing and awkward after that.”


“What are you talking about,” he asked, raising one eyebrow.


“How do you do that? Never mind, I hope I didn’t interrupt anything yesterday, I didn’t know she was there.”


She put the empty cup in the sink and began cleaning it when Fred talked again.


“I’m a little lost here love, what are you talking about?”


“I’m talking about you and your girlfriend,” she answered, unable to hide her bitterness in her tone of voice.


“What girlfriend?”


“Fleur,” she said, putting the cup away and leaving the kitchen for the living room, Fred in her footsteps. “She’s lovely, really nice. Is she a model?”


Fred stopped dead in his tracks and everything was put together in his mind. His concern disappeared and a smirked appeared on his face.


“Hermione, darling, Fleur isn’t my girlfriend. She’s my sister-in-law, married to my big brother, Bill. Still don’t know how he married someone like Fleur though. Anyway, she was there yesterday because she’s planning a surprise for Bill and wanted to hide it here so that he wouldn’t find it. To answer your question, no, she’s not a model. Such a shame in my opinion.”


Hermione felt herself blush under Fred’s stare and his knowing smirk wasn’t helping. She didn’t know what to answer and the only thing she found was a monosyllabic word.


“Oh.”


To avoid to embarrass herself even more, Hermione went to pick up a book on the table but Fred’s hand on her arm stopped her.


“You sounded bitter, were you jealous?”


She just gaped at him like an idiot.


“What?! Of course not! Why would I be jealous?”


“Because, you’re interested in me. You shouldn’t be ashamed of it.”


Hermione looked into Fred’s eyes, and saw that he wasn’t joking at all. Putting her thought about how blue his eyes were aside, she knew that there was no backing down now. She would come clean.


“You’re right. Except that I’m more than interested in you.”


Fred was shocked, he didn’t anticipate that. At her words, he felt warm, he felt all the butterflies in his stomach and all the other things then people describe when they talk about love. Fred thought quickly. A hundreds of possible answers came to him, but none passed the barrier of his lips. They just stared at each other for what felt like forever. But he had to act, it was up to him.


His blue eyes planted in Hermione’s brown ones, Fred stopped thinking. Quickly, he closed the gape between them and kissed her right on the lips. And then, it hit him. It felt so right that he wondered how it was possible that he took so long to do it.


Hermione responded to the kiss almost immediately. Her hands went directly in his hair messing with them while his hands came on her waist, her arms, her neck, her hair. He couldn’t stay still, he had to touch her. It quickly became more heated. Hermione slowly bite Fred’s lower lips so he could grant him access. He was only happy to oblige. Their tongue were dancing, fighting against each other. They sucked, bite, feeling proud when they obtained a moan as a reaction. And the room was filled with them.


Fred’s hand travelled everywhere on Hermione, stopping on her bum. He lifted her off the ground, rolling her legs around his waist and he walked towards the couch, lying on top of her. Hermione’s tee-shirt went flying in the room and while Fred was attacking her neck, she unbuttoned his shirt, her hands caressing his chest once it was fully opened.


“Err, I’ll come back later, I guess.”


Fred jumped away from Hermione, falling off the couch as Hermione sit up, crossing her arms to hide her bra.


“Harry?! What are you doing here?”


Harry chuckled, picking Hermione’s shirt up and throwing it at her, allowing her to dress up.


“I was supposed to pick you up so that we would have lunch. But I see that you’re busy,” he winked “I will leave you two alone and tell Ron that you had an impeachment.”


“Thanks, mate,” laughed Fred as he buttoned his shirt.


Harry just laughed and left, humming a song to himself. Chuckling to himself, Fred sat beside Hermione.


“He has such a good timing.”


“Always. It’s always him who interrupt Ron and Luna.”


“Ew, I don’t want to hear that about Ickle Ronniekins.”


They laughed and automatically leaned against each other in a side hug.


“So, that was…”


“Yeah,” blew Hermione.


“Wow,” Fred laughed. “So miss Granger is more than interested in me, huh?”


“Yeah, more than that. And…” she hesitated, “Are you?”


“Are you kidding me Hermione, I just have the hottest make out ever. I’m way more than interested in you, love.”


“Good. Very good,” she smiled, and leaned in for a soft kiss.


Fred smiled into the kiss, cupping her face. “So are we…”


“We are. Well, if you want to.”


“Hell yes, I want to.”



*



Fred smiled as he watched Hermione talking with Oliver and Katie. It’s been a month since they got together and Fred couldn’t be happier, especially since his friends approved of her. His smiled transformed into a grin as George join him on the couch.


“So, lover boy, tell me, do you plan to tell her that you broke that well on purpose?”


Fred mimicked thinking, scratching his chin before looking at George with a big smile.


“Nah!”

Acknowledged

A prequel to my fic ‘Acknowledge

Summary: Rich CEO Phil Lester meets Dan Howell, an adorable pastel-colored boy who is looking for a job, and decides that he has to hire him immediately. 

Phil Lester, CEO of Lester Global Inc, was exhausted and irritated. About once every three months he would pick a day to interview many different potential employees to work at his company. Those days usually ended up being pointless. Today just happened to be one of those days.

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Fitz & acceptance

His pack was overturned, Amber’s wardrobe spilled out across the floor. ‘Do you want me to put your clothing back in the pack?’ I asked him.

He straightened from washing his face with one hand, groped for and found a drying cloth. ‘Sweet Eda, no! I’ll have Spark repack our things. Fitz, you’ve never had respect for fabric or lace. I won’t trust you with it now.’ He came toward me, his hands fluttering before him. His bared hand touched my shoulder, and then he crouched down over the spilled pack. He found garments by touch, considering texture. He paused once to hold up a skirt. ‘Is this blue? Or turquoise?’

‘Blue,’ I said, and he set it aside. ‘Are you hungry? Shall I ring for food?’

‘Please,’ he said as he shook out a white blouse.

So I know that the scene on the next page is a lot more direct about this, but I was thinking about this particular one a lot. It’s also nearly eight in the morning and I’m legit delirious with exhaustion and writing this instead of going to bed, but I wanted to talk about it I guess?

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anonymous asked:

hello! can i get some hc of the main trio with a female overweight s/o that is still very shapely and slender?? like her overweight just increases more her hips and her hourglass figure and it's all beautiful but shes self conscious about it?? pls 😅

of course you can ! 

i hope you like them x

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Viktor

  • he loVEs to run his hands down her figure like it’s so enticing to him
  • finds it completely alluring
  • if his s/o or anyone else body shames her body he will go on a loNG lecture
  • he just thinks that the extra weight just means that there is more of her in the world
  • and he just can’t get enough of her s O
  • would love to go shopping with her for clothes so that if she is slightly unsure about an outfit and if it actually looks good on her, he will be there to reassure her that she looks stunning; he would hAte if she didn’t buy a dress or something that she really loved simply because she didn’t think she could pull it off
  • HE LOVES TIGHT FITTING DRESSES ON HER BC W OW 
  • he just adores her curves alright 
  • will kiss every part of her body
  • will get slightly frustrated if she hates on her body like you are blEsseD you are gorGeouS you are sO beauTifuL i am sO in lovE with yoU
  • he finds her sO lovely to cuddle with like she’s so snuggly and soft and he just loves it
  • he will compliment her so many times a day; anytime he sees her and thinks ‘oh wow she looks gorgeouS,’ he will tell her because what’s the point of keeping those thoughts to himself when it could potentially make her feel more confident with herself

Yuuri K

  • honestly he thinks she’s blessed ??
  • like all of her extra weight went to the right places and she looks completely gorgeous whilst when he gained weight it all went to his gut and he felt like a dumpling 
  • in awe of her tbh
  • he always resented when his body became overweight but he just finds hers perfect and if anything it only enhances her figure
  • when she feels insecure about her body at first he’s just like ??? what ?? what’s there to be insecure about ??? bUT he is empathetic and will understand that everyone has their insecurities and, whilst for the first few moments he was like o.o, would be sO reassuring and tell them that he absolutely adores their body and that there is absolutely nothing to be ashamed of
  • is slightly hesitant to touch her at times in case he makes her feel uncomfortable or insecure about her body
  • but if he knows that she does like his touch, he will try to be as verbally and physically reassuring as he can
  • honesTLY DOES QUITE AWKWARD THINGS BUT WITH GOOD INTENTIONS LIKE HE’LL TRY TO SOMETHING CUTE LIKE KISS THEIR HIP TO MAKE THEM FEEL BETTER BUT WILL GET SO BLUSHY WHEN HE REALISES THAT WHAT HE’S DOING MIGHT BE SEEN AS SLIGHTLY WEIRD AND HE JUST BECOMES A MESS TBH

Yuri P

  • is actually v sad when his s/o is visibly insecure about her body
  • if they do anything in attempt to try and hide her body he will just snAp and stop them 
  • ‘oi, have more confidence would ya?’
  • slightly irritated that it’s apparently such a hard thing but that’s just because it’s just something that never applied to him so he has a hard time empathising
  • but he does try his best and eventually understands that she can’t just suddenly become confident after one comment
  • so he tries to become more reassuring; he’ll pat her head if she ever looks slightly embarrassed or self conscious and he’ll just remind her that she looks gorgeous
  • ‘hey, stop stressing, you look great,’
  • if she’s visibly struggling with her confidence, he becomes such a softie like he’s quite blunt with her at most times because he doesn’t know how to help her because he hadn’t dealt with what she was going through before, but he does know how to be a comforting and reassuring boyfriend
  • he will pull her into the most cuddly hug and will quietly whisper that he loves her figure and that he wouldn’t change a thing about her
  • he wants her to have more confidence in herself 
  • he understands that extra weight might be something to stress over, due to his figure skating career, but even with it she looks stunning and if she’s healthy then what’s the problem ?? there’s nothing wrong with her ?? why’s she so worried ??
  • ok hE WOULD N EVER tease her like how he did with yuuri; like he’d neVer call her a piggy or anything simply because he doesn’t see her as one; he thinks the weight looks good on her 

anonymous asked:

I know your prompts are closed but is there any possibility we could get Adrian coming to Sanvers and worrying that he's never gonna find romantic love / someone who doesn't get weird about his body? This is something I really really struggle w as a trans person and I think it would help me a lot to see. Thank u, you're lovely.

They’re making out and Maggie is wrecked because Alex is doing that thing to her neck with her lips, with her tongue, with her teeth, but then the chorus of J Cole’s Hold it Down is blasting out of Maggie’s phone and Alex is moaning with loss because she knows that ringtone, and it’s nothing Maggie would ever ignore, no matter how wet she is, no matter how turned on she is, and sure enough, Maggie is kissing her lips apologetically as she sits up, as she fumbles for her phone, as she slides her finger across the green circle, over the smiling picture of a boy with a silver earring and a beaming smile, and, breathless, tries to keep the sex out of her voice when she says his name.

“Adrian.”

“You… were getting laid.”

“What? No, I – “

“I’m sorry, Maggie!”

“It… I – how did you – you know what, just… what’s up, kid? It’s late, you alright?”

“Nah, Maggie, don’t sweat it, I just… I was just tripping, it’s cool, you be with your woman, it – “

“Adrian, I can fuck her any time, just tell her what’s wrong!” Alex yells, because she loves hearing Adrian laugh through the phone and she loves watching Maggie blush.

“So you were getting laid. Maggie, seriously, don’t worry, I – “

“Adrian. Either tell me what’s up or I’m gonna drive over to get you – “

“On your motorcycle?”

“Oh my god, kid.”

“Why do you automatically assume something’s wrong when I call? You think I don’t love you enough to call just to catch up?”

“No, I know you love me, but I also know your mama raised you right and you’re not gonna be calling at midnight unless you really need something, so are you gonna spill or are you gonna make me get dressed and – “

“Alright, but I… is it okay if I drive over? Pops said I can have the car – “

“Yeah, come on over. You eat dinner, I can order something – “

“Nah, it’s cool. Thank you Maggie.” He raises his voice. “And you, Alex! See yall in like twenty.”

Maggie hangs up and sighs. “He says he ate, but let’s get him some pizza anyway.”

Alex smiles because she loves the thought her girlfriend puts into her every relationship, and she’s still smiling when Adrian’s typical musical knock raps through the apartment.

But her smile fades when she sees his face over Maggie’s shoulder as he hugs her hello, because his eyes are red and his dark cheeks are still streaked with tears.

“What happened?” Maggie asks, because he’s starting to shake in her arms. She leads him to the couch, and Alex sits on the floor in front of them, staring up with big eyes.

“Do you wanna be alone, or is it – “

“No, Alex, you can stay. I… I’m sorry guys, yall were just trying to have a nice night together – “

“Kid, we’ve had this conversation already. Talk to me. Us. What happened? Who do I have to kill?”

Adrian smiles and Alex puts her hand on his knee. “I’m better trained in killing than she is, so I’m just saying…”

He laughs full out this time, but the laugh becomes a sob, and Maggie puts her arm around him, and he surrenders to her touch.

“I’m sorry,” he sniffs, and Maggie and Alex both shake their heads and wait.

“I… I met someone. On tinder. I… I don’t have it on my profile that I’m trans, I mean like, why would I, right, because I’m a guy, I’m a guy, I…”

His voice breaks and Maggie bites her lip to control herself because she already has a dangerous combination of heartbreak in her chest and murder in her eyes.

Alex squeezes his knee and kisses Maggie’s hand and gets up to pour Adrian a glass of water. He waits, and he thanks her, and Maggie wipes his tears, and he drinks, and he continues.

“So I met this girl, we were talking for a couple weeks online – “

“The math major?”

He nods. “And I met her tonight, and it was really great, she was really great, and we kissed, and I’m not packing so when she kind of grinded up on me… sorry…”

“You’ve walked in on us doing worse, honey, you’re fine,” Maggie teases, and Adrian smiles slightly.

“She wanted to know why I wasn’t… if I didn’t like it, and I… I don’t know, I just kinda told her I’m trans, because I panicked, I didn’t know what else to… and she just… she wasn’t mean, you know, she wasn’t even rude, she just… she didn’t… But one second she’s asking me why I’m not hard for her and the next second she’s thanking me for a nice night and saying it was nice to meet me and she’s hailing a cab and I just… I’m just never gonna… how the hell am I ever gonna find someone who’s not… who doesn’t think I’m a…. I’m a guy, dammit.”

His voice breaks again, and Maggie rocks him, and she kisses his forehead and she strokes his unpierced earlobe, and she lets a single tear slip out of her own eye as she whispers to him, tells him to let it out, tells him to let it go, tell him she’s got him, tells him she loves him.

His ragged breathing evens out after a while, and Alex looks up at them both with wide, sad eyes and a broken heart. She watches Maggie, because she has no idea what to say, no idea what to do, and her heart swells with gratitude, with pride, in her girlfriend, because Maggie is pulling back and stroking Adrian’s stubble lovingly, and drying his tears with her steady fingers.

“Adrian Rodriguez. You are too good for people who aren’t secure enough with themselves to know how to love you. You are too kind, too smart, too powerful, too incredible, for people who don’t look at you and see what I see: a dashing young man with big dreams and a big heart and a big brain, with a perfect smile and a damn sexy body. You’re going to find people who are going to see you for you, Ade. I promise you. It might not be this girl on tinder and it might not be the girl in chem lab that I know you’ve been crushing on because you talk about her like every time we check in.”

“I never said I – “

“I’m a detective, Adrian Rodriguez. I detect.”

“She’s used that line on me, too, kid, don’t feel bad.”

He laughs and Alex smiles as a tear streaks down her pale face and Maggie kisses Adrian’s broad nose.

“It might not be those girls, Ade, but I promise you, you’re going to find people – not just one, either – who are going to really see you, who are going to really love you. You’ve already got that, hell. Maybe not romantically, not yet, but you have time. You have lots of time. I promise. If romance is what you want, that’s exactly what you’re gonna find, because you’re amazing and you’re perfect and you deserve it. You hear me?”

“Yes ma’am,” he whispers, and Maggie grins and looks down at Alex with a cocky grin,

“Told you his mama raised him right.”

Alex laughs and Adrian grins. “I love you, Ade. Alright? I love you.”

“I love you, too, Maggie,” he tells her. “And I’m sorry again.”

“For what?”

“Well hey I mean if I’m not getting laid yet, that doesn’t mean I’m trying to stop you from getting some.”

Alex blushes furiously and Maggie smacks him lightly, gently, affectionately, on the shoulder.

“You know what, kid, I take it all back. You’re doomed to a life of isolation and misery.”

But Adrian just beams at her teasing and draws her into his muscled arms.

“Well, if this is what isolation and misery looks like, I’m all for it.”

I’m Not So Grump.

Originally posted by songvicloria

Quick A/N: I haven’t written anything in many months so I apologize if this sucks. I love you all <3

You had known Suzy for a few years now and she had finally convinced you to move to L.A. After a long 3 hours, the movers finally had all your things in your new apartment. You plopped down on your couch, surrounded by towers of boxes. You had pulled out your phone to scroll through your Twitter feed right as Suzy called.

“Hey, girl! All moved in?” Suzy chirped cheerfully. 

“Not completely,” you chuckled. “I will be once I unpack all these boxes.” 

“Save that for later. I want to show you the studio! I’ll be over in ten all right?”

“Do I have a choice?” You joked playfully. 

-Game Grumps Studio-

“(Y/N), this is Barry and Kevin, our editors and fellow Grumps. This is Jack, our intern. Then Brian, Ross, his wife Holly, my husband Arin, and Danny,” Suzy pulled you around quickly, introducing you to everyone.

“Nice to meet you all! I’m (Y/N),” Perhaps Suzy forgot that you watch the channel and everyone’s side stuff so you kind of already know everyone. 

“Suzy has told us so much about you. It’s nice to finally meet you.” Ross spoke to you cheerfully.

Danny looked you over and couldn’t stop thinking about how beautiful you are. You glanced over, unaware he’d been checking you out the last few moments, and smiled at him. He shot a smile back, trying hard to keep a poker face on. He sighed quietly in relief once he realized you hadn’t noticed or didn’t care. 

“Hey, since you just got here let’s start you with making some friends. Come out to dinner with us? Please?” Suzy asked excitedly, making a pouty face at you. 

 “Again, do I have a choice?” You joked, thinking, ‘Hey, maybe I’ll get sat next to Danny’. 

 “Awh, sweet! Lets go people!” Arin demanded joyfully. 

 -At Restaurant- 

 “Okay, Brian, can you try to not kill our waiter?” Danny spoke almost seriously. 

“I can’t make any promises, but for everyones sake, I’ll try.” Brian announced. 

“Thanks, Brian,” Holly spoke, patting him on the shoulder as she and Ross passed by him to the seats they wanted.   

Everyone took a seat and oh no, what a travesty, the only empty seat left was next to Danny. Oh how will you survive the dinner? Before he sat down he pulled out your seat for you. 

“Why, thank you.” 

 “You’re welcome, m'lady.” Danny took his seat next to you. 

On your other side sat Suzy so, thankfully, things wouldn’t feel too awkward for yourself. After a few minutes you all ordered your drinks and the chats among everyone picked up. There were about 4 conversations going on at once and you, not being able to really pick up on anything they were saying, sat on your phone scrolling through Tumblr. 

Danny glanced over at you and happened to see some (otp) fanart. “Well, that’s a bit provocative.” Danny laughed softly. 

“Oh, shit, forget you saw that, oh jeez,” You lock your phone and set it in your lap face down. Your cheeks started to warm as you blushed. “This is so embarrassing.” You put your face in your hands. 

“Hey, it’s all good. Nothing wrong with it. It was kind of cute I have to admit,” Danny smiled at you, “Absolutely nothing to be embarrassed about.” 

You looked up at him. He was still smiling at you. You smiled back, “So… I have absolutely no idea what to talk about.” 

Just in time, the waiter saved you from further embarrassment by coming by to ask for your orders. About 30 minutes later and many laughs had, everyone’s food was ready. 

“So, (Y/N),” Suzy spoke between bites, “How would you feel about hanging out with us more at the studio? I think you’d be a great addition to the family.” Everyone was looking at you, excitedly awaiting your answer. 

“I mean, why not? I’m not sure what else to do here for the time being.” You laughed happily. 

Everyone laughed and wooted, “Welcome to the family!” Danny spoke cheerfully, giving you the best side hug he could manage. “Since your part of the family now you’ll be needing this.” Danny took your phone and saved his number for you.

-Two Days Later, Grump Studio- 

“So, (Y/N), how are you liking L.A. so far?” Holly asked. 

“What I’ve seen so far, I love,” You answered bubbly. Holly, Suzy and you had been straightening up a mess left over from a late night recording session. You put the last piece of garbage into a bag and tied it shut. “And, done.“ 

 Suzy was whispering something to Holly, who looked over at you and smiled. “I’ll take that out.” Holly grabbed the bag from you and made her way outside. 

Suzy and you sat down on the couch, a Grumpcade session barely audible in the background. “So, have you met anyone you’d be interested in?” Suzy asked out of nowhere as you took a drink of soda. 

You coughed a bit as you tried to swallow, accidentally getting some on your pants. “Uhm, I mean, I’ve only been here for two days.” You calmed yourself after the coughing fit. 

“But you have met plenty of people already.” Suzy laughed a little. She handed you a napkin. “Sorry, didn’t mean to make you choke.“ 

“It’s okay. I mean, I kind of like someone but I doubt it’d work out.“ 

“Would that man perhaps be Danny? Don’t choke again.” Suzy asked in all seriousness. 

“Actually, it is him. I mean, you know I’ve watched the show for a long time now but now that I’ve actually begun to learn more about this man I’m feeling more than just a high school crush.” You leaned back and smiled just thinking about what lies ahead of you. 

“I’ve got a plan. Do you like surprises?” Suzy questioned cheerfully, turning in her spot to face you. 

“Depends on the type of surprise.” You sat up, looking at her quizzically. 

“It’s the good kind. I just need your cooperation. Deal?” She grinned brightly at you. 

“Deal,” you laughed softly, “What do I need to do?“ 

“Right now? Nothing. I will be texting you the details later and I will say you should probably wear that super cute dress you got yesterday,” she wiggled her eyebrows at you.

“Okay, dude.” you laughed a little, thinking of all the different possibilities of what may lie ahead of you.

-Suzy’s POV-

Great Scott! You’ve done it! You were extremely happy that (Y/N) agreed to participate in your beautiful plan. She probably would of agreed even if she knew the plan was going on a date with Mr. Avidan himself.

“Hey, it’s getting kind of late. I think I’m going to head home. I’m pooped,” (Y/N) put on her jacket and grabbed her purse. “See you guys tomorrow!”

“See ya!” Holly, Ross, Jack, and yourself shouted. 

Holly ran over to you, smiling brightly, “So, is she going to do it?”

You matched Holly’s excitement, “Yes! She doesn’t know I’m setting her up with him though. Hell Dan doesn’t even know.” 

Holly squeed excitedly. “Gah! This is so exciting!”

Ross was looking at the giggling mess quizzically, “What are you guys up to?”

Jack, now just as curious as Ross, turned to pay attention. “Yes, please, do tell.”

“Well, I’d like to keep it a little secret between girls for now. Plus, Ross, you’d probably accidentally blab about it before my plan is in action.”

Ross laughed, “You’re right, forget I asked, continue with your giggle sesh.”

Danny, Arin, and Brian emerged from the Grumpcade session, still arguing about who played the game better. 

“I have a P.h.D., therefore, I am automatically the better one at Dr. Mario. Get a hold of me when your on my level.” Brian stated very sassily.

“Danny! I need to talk to you!” You shouted eagerly. You ran towards the small group, grabbed Danny by the arm, and booked it out of there. 

“Woah, whats up Suz?” Danny laughed, calming himself a little after being caught of guard. 

“How would you feel about a blind date?” You spoke quickly and happily. 

“A blind date? With who?” he asked confused.

“Well if I tell you it’s not really a blind date now is it?” You poked his nose, “Silly, Dan.”

“True. Is she cute?” 

“The absolute cutest. Just dress like you do. I’ve already got a place booked for you two tomorrow night.” 

“Awh, thanks Suzy.” Danny spoke cheerfully. Thoughts swirled around his mind of who it might just be. He could only hope it was (Y/N). He’d only known her a short while but, my goodness it felt like he’d known her for ages.

-Next Night-

“Are you sure this looks alright, Suz?” you asked self-consciously. 

“(Y/N), it looks perfect. He’ll love it.” Suzy was bursting with absolute joy over her plan. 

“If you say so,” you laughed softly. You still had no idea who she was setting you up with so of course, your anxiety was trying to get the best of you. You took in a few deep breaths and calmed yourself.

“Okay. I think I’m ready.” You smiled brightly at Suzy and she squeed with glee.

~~

You were the first to arrive at the date and the waiter led you to your seat, right next to a gigantic window overlooking the ocean. 

You had only been sat there for a few minutes, scrolling through Tumblr. 

“Not looking at (otp) fanart again are we?” your date chuckled.

You looked up at the man standing before you. Danny Avidan. “Remind me to thank Suzy later.” You laughed and stood up to give him a hug.

Dan kissed you on the cheek, “You look absolutely stunning tonight,(Y/N).” Dan pulled out your chair before taking his seat.

“Such a gentleman.’ You smiled at him. 

“I try,” Dan let out a soft chuckle. You could tell he was just as nervous as you. 

“So did Suzy set you up for this or was this your idea?” You unfolded your napkin and set it on your lap. 

“She set this up for me. I’m actually happy she did.” Danny was blushing just a little, as he laughed nervously.

The waiter came by and you ordered your drinks. You sat your hands in your lap, fiddling with the hem of your dress. “I’m curious, Danny.”


“Curious about?” Danny smiled brightly at you. 


“Would you have still agreed to go on this date if you knew it was me?” You watched his face closely for any signs of disgust. Nothing changed about the way he was looking at you.


“Absolutely. You’re a beautiful young thang and I’d be a fool if I had passed this up.” Danny spoke calmly.


"R-really?” You were so relieved to hear this.


“Yes really. I mean, yes we’ve only know each other a few days but talking to you is so easy and I feel as if I’ve known you years not mere days.” Danny speaking like this took such a load off your chest.


“Would you want to see where things take us? I feel like I’ve known you longer also.” you asked shyly.


“Hell yea I want to see where things go between us!” Danny’s smile lit up the room to you. Moving to L.A. was a very good choice to have made.


~~


“I had a really great time tonight Danny,” he had taken you home and you two were left standing in front of your apartment door.


“I had a really good time, too. Can we do this again soon? Without having Suzy set it up?” Dan chuckled softly.


“Yes we can. I’d really like that.” You smiled shyly at his newly found confidence around you.


"Well I will see you tomorrow then,” Danny leaned down to plant a soft kiss upon your lips making your heart flutter, he pulled away smiling at you, “Good night, beautiful.”


“G-good night,” You were blushing and smiling like a fool. When you got inside you leaned back against the door, sliding down until you sat on the floor. You pulled out your phone to text Suzy.


‘Date was a total success. Thank you so much Suzy!’


You then received a text from Danny, ‘Same time next week? My place? (;’


Is this actually life? You went to bed happier than you had been in ages.


-Two Months Later-


”(Y/N), would you want to be in an episode or two of Grumpcade? Everyone’s curious about who ‘Not So Grump’ is dating.“ Barry asked cheerfully.


"Yea! That’d be awesome. When would that be started.” You asked happily.


“Today! I want to see how good my girl is at some gaming!” Danny exclaimed.


~~


“Hey there! It’s "Not So Grump’ and maybe at some point in our weird lives ‘Mrs. Not So Grump’. (Y/N) will be playing a bit of Dead Rising 2!”


“Let’s get started! I’m ready to kill some zambies.”


In the pause between episodes you two decided to get some snacks. You were tossing some skittles back and forth, trying to catch them in your mouths and it was starting to get agressive. “Ouch! You got me in the eye!”


“Oh no! I’m sorry, baby,” Danny pulled you into a kiss. “Better?”


“Much better.” You put your hands on his cheeks and squished them together making his lips pucker. You giggled at the goofy face you made him have. “I love you, dork.”


Danny blew a raspberry before laughing along with you. “I love you, too. Dork.”

imagine the morning after their first time

  • imagine john waking up before sherlock, at first not really knowing where he is because he’s in sherlock’s room.
  • imagine that he feels something tickling his nose so he looks down and sees this big mop of curls resting on his chest and then he remembers. 
  • imagine how happy john gets so he laughs but he laughs quietly because sherlock is still sleeping and john doesn’t want to wake him.
  • imagine john brushing the curls out of sherlock’s face and just looking at him, amazed by how adorable and young and innocent he looks as he snuffle in his sleep.
  • imagine john pressing his lips to the top of sherlock’s head and whispering a really really quiet “good morning” and that makes sherlock stir, shift a little and press himself closer to john, making it clear that he has woken up.
  • imagine sherlock looking up at john with big, insecure eyes like he doesn’t really know what to do, and john just understands so he shifts down a little so he can give sherlock a small kiss on the lips.
  • imagine john asking sherlock ‘are you alright, love?’ and sherlock responding with ‘i’ve never been more alright’ and sherlock’s eyes are a little red and teary but he gives john the biggest smile.
  • imagine when they both get up to go to the kitchen and make tea john steals one of sherlock’s dressing gowns and sherlock accidentaly takes john’s pants from the floor instead of his own but it’s all fine
  • babies ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥