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Insomnia starters
  • "It's nearly two in the morning, what are you doing up?"
  • "I'm pulling an all-nighter."
  • "I can't sleep."
  • "I'm having nightmares."
  • "Will you stay awake with me?"
  • "Why am I still awake?"
  • "I should've gone to bed by now, but..."
  • "I don't think I can sleep after that."
  • "It's past midnight, why are we still up?"
  • "Do you normally go this long without sleep?"
  • "God, I wish I could just pass out right about now."
  • "I'm an insomniac, this is just normal."
  • "I work best at night."
  • "It's that late already! But it feels so early..."
  • "Can we stay awake together?"
  • "Everything is prettier when everyone else is asleep."
  • "I like being the only person awake sometimes."
  • "Is it too late to go to bed, or should we wait for the morning?"
  • "I can't sleep - I've tried everything."
  • "Let's get you some sleeping pills."
  • "You should really get some rest."
  • "I don't want to fall asleep without you."
  • "I'll stay with you while you're up."


  • ❛ We don’t mistrust each other because we’re armed; we’re armed because we mistrust each other. ❜
  • ❛ If I would have known he was going to call the police, I would have worn a different outfit. ❜
  • ❛ Want a pair of jeans? Help yourself. ❜
  • ❛ Right now I’m not feeling very confident about this story of yours. ❜
  • ❛ You should have become a poet. Or a rockstar. ❜
  • ❛ When you tell the truth, you look different. Your eyes change. ❜
  • ❛ Women are always getting in the way of progress, aren’t they? ❜
  • ❛ You need to work on your German. It’s horrible. ❜
  • ❛ You can’t un-fuck what’s been fucked. ❜
  • ❛ I’m my own bitch now! ❜
  • ❛ Fucking hell. ❜
  • ❛ Don’t shoot, I’ve got your shoe! ❜
  • ❛ You look like you need saving. ❜
  • ❛ Trust no one! ❜
When We Collide (Part 2)

Pairing: Assistant!Y/N/CEO!Luke

Rating: PG-All

Parts: 1

Summary: He is the definition of high class smart ass, swimming in Dom Pierre Pérignon champagne and has never seen the shadow of poverty. She is underprivileged, lives in a messy dorm room on sale and struggles working as an assistant after being thrown out of college. But how will they collide when Luke makes Y/N pregnant after a drunkenly one night stand?

With a shaky laugh from the many glasses of wine after one of the co-workers next to Luke encouraged him to stand up, he stabilized his long legs and leaned his arm on top of his chair.

“I’d like to make a small toast for all as we’re all gathered here tonight.” He clicked the silverware fork against his glass of wine, waiting for everyone to quiet down from the small talks around the many tables and took a deep breath from his dizziness.

“I just want to say a huge thank you to every single one of you for showing up tonight for my-,”

He was interrupted quickly by the sound of the door opening to the banqueting room, everyone’s attention drawn towards you who almost timidly walked inside. It wasn’t supposed to be an entrance like this, you had at least expected everyone would be too busy with eating whatever was served for tonight.

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Buffy The Vampire Slayer — Once More With Feeling {Sentence Starters}

  • ❛❛ Nothing here is real; nothing here is right. ❜❜ 
  • ❛❛ I’ve been going through the motions; walking through the part. ❜❜ 
  • ❛❛ Nothing seems to penetrate my heart. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ I was always brave and kind of righteous; now I find I’m wavering. ❜❜ 
  • ❛❛ Will I stay this way forever? ❜❜
  • ❛❛ I just want to be alive. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ I’ve got a theory. We should work this out. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ It clearly could get serious before it’s passed. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ What can’t we face if we’re together? ❜❜
  • ❛❛ We’ve all been there. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ We have to try; we’ll pay the price. It’s do or die. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ I lived my life in shadow. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Something just isn’t right. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ You set me free; brought me out so easily. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ I always took for granted I was the only one there. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Your power shone brighter than any I’ve known. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ I’m under your spell… nothing I can do. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ You worked your charm so well. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ This is the man that I plan to entangle. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ My claim to fame was to maim and to mangle. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Vengeance was mine. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ The love we’ve known can only grow. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ You’re scared - ashamed of what you feel. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Being with you touches me more than I can say. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Since I’m only dead to you, I’m saying stay away and let me rest in peace. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Let me take my love and bury it in a hole 6-foot deep. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ You’ve got a willing slave. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ There’s a traitor here beneath my breast, and it hurts me more than you’ve ever guessed. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ You’re not ready for the world outside. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ I know I said that I’d be standing by your side, but I… ❜❜
  • ❛❛ I wish I could stay here, but now I understand I’m standing in the way. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ You just lie there when you should be standing tall. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ I wish I could slay your demons. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Why do you run away? ❜❜
  • ❛❛ I come from the imagination, and I’m here strictly by your invocation. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ I bring the fun in. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ All those hearts laid open… that must sting. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ You brought me down and doomed this town. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ You know I’ve been through hell. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Believe me, I don’t wanna go… ❜❜
  • ❛❛ I wish I could trust that it was just this once. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ I touch the fire and it freezes me… I look into it and it’s black… ❜❜
  • ❛❛ I want the fire back. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ I will walk through the fire, ‘cause where else can I turn? ❜❜
  • ❛❛ I’m free if that bitch dies… I better help her out. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ She is drawn to the fire; some people will never learn. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ We’ll see it through; it’s what we’re always here to do. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ One by one, they turn from me… I guess my friends can’t face the cold. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Everything is turning out so dark. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ What’s it going to take to strike a spark? ❜❜
  • ❛❛ These endless days are finally ending in a blaze. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Life’s a show, and we all play our parts. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ It’s alright if something’s come out wrong. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Where there’s life, there hope. Every day’s a gift. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Life’s a song you don’t get to rehearse, and every single verse can make it that much worse. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ There was no pain… no fear… no doubt ‘til they pulled me out of heaven. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ I live in hell, ‘cause I’ve been expelled from heaven. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Life isn’t bliss. Life is just this - it’s living. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ There’s not a one who can say this ended well. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ All those secrets you’ve been concealing… say you’re happy now. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ See you all in Hell. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Where do we go from here? ❜❜
Supergirl: Fight or Flight

“You have questions. I’m ready to answer them”
“Do you mind if I record this?”
“Let’s start with the generals. Where are you from?”
“My parents sent me here where they thought I’d be safe”
“I feel like I’ve heard this story before”
"So, why are we just hearing from you now?
“I’m not sure I understand the question”
"This is not a job I take lightly. I had to be ready”
“Any plans to start a family?”
“How can you eat sticky buns for breakfast every day and stay so thin?“
“Are you okay? I called you like a bunch of times last night”
"Yesterday was a pretty long day”
"I can be trusted with a big secret”
"Isn’t that a little dangerous?”
“She tricked me. She’s like a villain”
"That is literally the most boring power ever”
“Crappy coffee has toxins in it that will rob me of my creativity and my vigor”
“It’s like riding a bike, or severe childhood trauma. You never really lose it”
“The story is spreading like wildfire across social media”
"Have you lost your mind? What were you thinking giving interviews?”
“What’s next? A book deal? A reality show?“
"Everybody wonders who they are at some point in their lives”
“He’s using advanced biomedical tech”
"I’m just trying to keep you safe”
"If I’m going to be defined, it’s going to be by my victories and my losses. No one else's”
“I guess stubbornness runs in the family”
“I’m looking for someone with a background in nuclear fission.”
“No volunteers? How about you?”
“Everyone keep calm. It’s gonna be all right”
“You don’t need to hurt anyone”
“I had a normal life. It didn’t work out”
"I’ll need thorium, cesium-137, tributyl phosphate and a Dr. Pepper. That last one’s for me”
"Please begin my compliments”
“I’m not here to fight you”
“I know who you are”
"You look taller on TV”
"And after you die, your city dies too”
"How long was I out?”
“It feels like you don’t believe in me”
"Maybe you shouldn’t be here at all”
"I’m sorry that you’re mad at me. But I’m not sorry you’re still alive”
"It’s just It wasn’t supposed to be this way”
"I don’t have my dress”
"You don’t fool me”
"Dance with me?”
“I’m surprised you came”
“Nothing says “powerful” more than leaving your own party early”
"Who else knows about this?”
“Look, I don’t like how we left things"
“I was scared that I was going to lose you”
"I really like that you care about me”
“Do not do anything stupid”
"I should put you on the payroll as a bodyguard”
“Get somewhere safe”
"I am sorry for what happened to you. But you are going to jail”
"I can’t do this right now”
"I came a long way to see you”
"Could we just get dinner? And talk?”
“Actually, I have a lot of work to do. Maybe later?”
“Well, look, you should be proud of yourself”

Cliché Breakup Starters
  • "It's not you, it's me"
  • "I just don’t feel that spark"
  • "We’re just better off friends, you know?"
  • "I just can’t emotionally handle a relationship right now"
  • "I’m too young to be tied down"
  • "I love you, I’m just not in love with you"
  • "I really just need to work on myself"
  • "I think we should see other people"
  • "You deserve someone better than me"
  • "We’re just on two different paths right now"
  • "I don’t really see a future together"
  • "If you love something let it go, and if it returns it was meant to be"
  • "We're too alike"
  • "I need some space"
  • "I need to focus on _____"
  • "I don't want to hold you back"
  • "I'm just, like, super busy right now"
  • "You're great but _____"
  • "We can still be friends"
  • "I've met someone else"
  • "Maybe it's not the right time for us"
  • "I can't be with you right now"

Title:The Laws of Love: Chapter One

Summary:The reader is a a big lawyer and Dean is her assistant what they  don’t realize it that they’re both in love with the other but what will happen after Dean agrees to be her date for a party  

Paring: Dean X Reader 

Date: February ,7.2017

Word Count:2,708

Warnings:Language, smut and drinking 

Authors Note: I do really apologize for not posting anything in such a long time but I hope that this new series will make up for it  

Tags: @wrong-universe   @im-beautifully-sewn @lunarsaturn88
@deliciouslyshadowymilkshake @fangirl1029

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Mornings were always the best part of my day, because that first moment that she walked through the doors never ceased to make me go weak an the knees. The way she moved so full of confidence was enough to that to any man. Every morning just like clockwork she sauntered her way through the doors at 8;00.

 As I watched the doors to her office close I stood from my desk addressing my suit to make sure everything is in order before moving to grab her stack of case files and the coffee I had made a few minuets prior.

Walking through the door my senses are immediately filled with her, the soft smell of black cherry from the candle she often had burning invading my nose instantly calming my rapid heartbeat

“Good morning Dean. Have a nice weekend?” She greeted me with a friendly smile

“ Yeah my brother and I went to see a game Saturday. Did you do anything this weekend?” I ask in return

“Oh you know me, just the usual. So what do we have for this today?” She asked effectively changing the subject

“Well today you have a Mr. Novak called and said he’d be stopping in to have you look over his case before he takes it to judge Shurley ,a 10:00 meeting with the DA ,at 1:00 lunch with the governor, she said she had something important to talk to you about , and by the time you get back from that the Peterson file should be here for you to get started on.” I read off her schedule from my note pad   

“ Ok well notify me when he gets here and call in Sam to help with the Peterson case please.” She asks making little notes in her planer 

“Yes ma’am I’ll call him now” I say as I get up and head back towards my desk 

I had just finished my phone call with Sam when cas walked through the door, looking smug as ever.

“I have some business to discus with Y/N so if you’d kindly tell her I’m here.” He said starring down at me 

“Y/N, Cas is here to see you now.” I said over the intercom 

“ Ok thank you send him in” she responded as I waved him in 

~~~~~~~ readers Pov

“ Good morning Y/N, I hope you had a nice weekend?” Cas asks as he walks through my office door making me wish I had passed our most junior partner on to someone else for his training 

“Yes Cas I did but lets get to work because I have quite a busy schedule today. Now do you have your opening statements, witness testimonials, hospital records and police reports gathered?” I question as I read off the basics he should have 

“Yep I have them all right here.” he says as he hands me file after file of crumpled , dogeared, coffee stained  paper 

“Ok for starters you can not go into a courtroom with your paperwork in this condition, so once I’m done looking this over you will have to straiten them out, redo them or something because no one will take you serious if they look like this.
Now lets see how the actual case holds up.” I say as I begin to look through it all. After about 45 minutes I finally finish “ Well Cas it seems pretty strait forward, I think you should be fine.” I say handing him his papers back and walking him out the door 

“Thank you Y/N, would you let me repay you by treating you to lunch?” He asks biting his lower lip awaiting my answer 

“ Sorry but I can’t, I have lunch with the Governor so I’m going to have to decline.” I say trying to let him down as easy as I could, truth was I wasn’t looking for any sort of relationship at the moment and even if I was Cas just didn’t fit into what I would be looking for. 

“ Ok well at least let me walk you to the lobby?” hes asks still hopeful 

“I suppose so but I have to hurry or I’ll be late for my meeting with the DA .” I give in 

Just as I head back to my office to grab my purse I hear Dean abruptly stand up from his chair saying something about going to pick up the case files himself.

~~~~~~Dean’s POV

All three of us shuffled into the elevator and I pretended to busy myself on my phone as Cas continued to make apparently unwanted advances toward Y/N and I couldn’t stop the tightening in my chest every time he pointed out an aspect of her beauty, even though I wholeheartedly agreed with everything he said it still hurt to hear those words being directed at her and I wasn’t the one saying them, I wasn’t the one telling her how beautiful she looks , how her eyes shine when she laughs ,the way I love how adorable she looks when she picks at her bracelet when she gets nervous or uncomfortable, just the way she was doing now. Knowing I had to do something to help her in the situation I quickly bring her attention to me
“Y/N when was the last time you met with the Governor? Because I don’t remember ever seeing a call from her.” 

“I’ve never had lunch with her before but I did advise on the case when her niece was kidnapped to help make sure they were prosecuted with the maximum penalty, but that’s the only way I know her.” She answers just as the elevator stops at cas’s floor
I breathe a sigh of relief as I watch the doors close behind him, but I suddenly become all to aware of the confined space we’re in and feel my palms begin to sweat, no woman has ever had the effects on me that she has and we’re just sharing an elevator. A few seconds pass before she brakes the silence
“ Dean after my meeting I’m going to lunch so you might as well get yours while you’re out too, and I might not be back till after 2:00ish so if Sam gets here before I get back just have him get started without me”

“Yes ma’am I’ll tell him.” I say as I pocket my phone

“Dean don’t you think after three years you can call me by my name?” she asks with a slight chuckle. 

“ Sorry, I’ll try to remember that” I say knowing full well I can’t. The truth is I would love nothing more than to feel her name roll off of my tongue but the day I start that I know will be the day it never stops falling from my lips like a prayer, wishing for it to be whispered in the most intimate of ways with our bodies tangled together. pushing and pulling till the only words each of us can think of is each others names. But I also know this is my job and I need to be professional and bury my feelings no matter how difficult that might be.
Neither of us says anything else as we reach the lobby and go our separate ways  

~~~~readers POV

 I returned to find Dean’s desk empty, assuming that he must still be gone I make my way to the spare office we have for consulting partners to see if Sam arrived. As I make my way down the corridor I hear faint voices coming from the room, coming closer I recognize them to be Sam and Dean, hovering by the door I overhear the tail end of their conversation 

“ Dude, you can’t just keep pretending that you don’t feel anything for her. You’re going to have to say something sooner or later so why not make it sooner?” Sam asks

“Yeah but it’s just not that simple, she’s different, she’s special, if she didn’t feel the same way it would destroy me, I  know it would.”Dean responds making you feel like the air had been knocked out of your lungs, did he really finally have someone? Of coarse he did, no way he was even interested in you let alone going to set around waiting on your stupid ass. You were only his boss, nothing more, never anything more. You think to yourself
Quickly composing yourself you open the door effectively ending their conversation and the shattering of your heart. They both turn and look your way as the door swings open 

“ Good afternoon gentlemen, I trust you’re ready to get down to business?” you ask pushing the hurt in your heart to the back of your mind  
Dean returns to his desk as you and Sam begin the monumental task of preparing for the upcoming trial, 45 minuets pass before either of you speak
“ So I hear you had lunch with the governor, what was that all about?” Sam asks 

“ She invited me to a party as a thank you for helping we her niece.” you answer not looking up from the work in front of you 

“ Are you going to go?” Sam asks

“I’m not sure,she told me I had to bring a date so I might not go.” you say

“ And why is that such a deal breaker?”Sam questions 

“Well because I don’t really have anyone to go with and it’s kind of embarrassing to show up without one after she told me to bring someone.” you confess 

“Yeah I guess that makes sense” Sam says 

“Hey I don’t suppose you’d be willing to be my date?”  you ask hopeful 
what you didn’t know however was Dean had just approached the door and heard as you asked his own brother, the one he had trusted with his most personal feelings to be your date. Feeling angry and quite frankly betrayed he storms  out of the office wanting to be anywhere but there

~~ Dean’s POV 

I can’t believe that of all people she chose him, why did it have to be Sam?
I ask myself as I set down at the bar just down the street. After about six shots my brain has fogged enough that it would be a good idea to call Sam  

“Dean? Do you need something?” he answers after three rings 

  “Yeah, I want to know if Jess knows.” I slur slightly in to the phone 

“ If Jess knows what? Where are you and why do you sound like you’ve been drinking?” Sam asks 

“That you’re going on a date with Y/N, and I sound like I’ve been drinking because I am drinking” I say as I order another round 

“Dean where are you, I’m coming to get you.” Sam 

“I’m at a bar down the street, but I don’t want to see you” I say before hanging up 

Sam arrives about 20 minutes later “ Dean what are you doing here?” Sam asks 

“I’m drinking what’s it look like I’m doing?” I bite at Sam 

“I can see you’re drinking but what I don’t know is why.” Sam prods 

“ You really don’t know? Did you even hear her ask YOU out?” I ask razing my voice slightly

“That’s what this is about? Dean just sober up and go talk to her, this is not my place to explain but I can assure you she’s not interested in me” Sam says taking my remaining shots away and ordering a black coffee

Back at the office I return to my desk I try to avoid Y/N as much as possible 
till I hear the familiar sound of the intercom and then her voice comes through asking me to com to her office.
I walk through the door fully expecting to be fired but instead she asks me to sit in a voice so calming it gives me chills.

“ Dean, umm I was wondering if you were free this Saturday? You see the Governor has invited me to a party and I was hopping you’d be my date?” She asks looking at me with eyes full of hope and what appears to be a hint of fear

“I’d love to “I answer probably to quickly but can’t seem to care   

“Ok great, we can meet here after work. It’s formal so if you don’t have a tux you’ll have to get one.” she asks 

“I have one, I’m not sure if it still fits but I’ll find out tonight.” I answer 


By the time Saturday came around I could barely contain my excitement, I knew that I was only her date because she didn’t have anyone else but it still brought me a sense of pride to know that I get to be the person on her arm for the night. Hopefully tonight will be the night I grow some balls and just tell her how I feel like Sam keeps telling me to.

The moment of truth finally arrives as she walks though her office door and for the first time in my life I am completely and utterly rendered speechless.

She’s always beautiful but tonight something is so different about the way she carries herself that makes her seem even more like a goddess. The way her dress clings to her in all right ways is making my throat go dry, I want to say something, tell her how gorgeous she looks, anything but my mouth doesn’t seem to be connected to my brain any longer, all I can do is stand there and stare like an idiot

“ I’m afraid that I should have chosen a better dress if I’d have known you were going to look this good Dean “ she says to me and I can’t help the smile that makes it’s way to my face

“ No you look stunning , I don’t think you could have picked a better dress  

“ Thank you Dean, are you ready to go?” she ask pointing to the doors with a jerk of her head

~~~~Readers POV

Walking through the doors I’m amazed at the beauty of the decorated room even though that can not compare to the man standing next to me, heads start to turn from every direction I know it’s because they’re just as mesmerized by his beauty as I am. 

Mingling with people has never been something I enjoyed but this is a whole new ball park, rich snobby people who don’t care about the answers to the questions they just asked and only want to hear themselves speak while simultaneously managing to brag about their pathetic lives are the very definition of torture. Not to say that my life is any better but at least I don’t force people I don’t know who don’t care to listen to my life story. It all goes pretty well till I spot Zach my ex-boyfriend. The relationship had ended very badly eventually forcing me to move across the country just to get away. “Dean see that guy over there?” You ask with a shake of your head 

“Yeah what about him?” He asks

“He’s dangerous so let’s try and keep our distance.” I answer trying to hide my face from his view but failing because he starts moving your way after giving a slight wave “Oh fuck!!  He saw me, Dean we have to make him think we’re together so he’ll leave me alone, please?” I beg 

“Y/N!! What are you doing here?” Zach all but yells still as loud as ever 

Putting on a fake smile I respond “ I am here be special invite by the governor, what are you doing here?”    

“ Well my dad thought I should get out with a different crowd so he got me invited, I do have to say however that you are the last person I thought I’d see tonight. So what have you been up to, and who is this with you?” he asks prolonging the unbearable conversation even longer 

“I’m now a partner in a very big law firm here in the city and this is Dean he’s my…” You don’t get to finish before Dean butts in “Fiance, we’re getting married next year” 

“Oh well a whole year before the wedding huh, who knows what could happen between now and then.” he says with a sickening wink before walking way to terrorize someone else   

“OK lets get you a drink” Dean says before walking you to the bar  

After about an hour more of the awful party you begin to feel slightly tipsy but still having enough sense to know you need to leave before you make a scene 

~~~~~Deans POV

“Dean I think you better take me home” she slurred while clinging to my arm fro support  

By the time I had gotten Y/N to her place she had fallen asleep in the car so I took her in and gently placed her in her bed before leaving to make coffee.
It isn’t long before she stumbles out into the kitchen somehow having taken off her dress and just wondering around in her bra and panties

“The dress was to uncomfortable to sleep in, I didn’t know you were still here I figured you would have left by now. I  would like to say thank you for what you did tonight with my ex, that means a lot to me.” she said looking slightly ashamed 

“No I was going to stay and make sure you were alright, and as far as that dickwad goes it was no big dean. I even enjoyed playing your fiance. I made some coffee if you want some?” I ask holding up an empty cup 

“ I’d love some, thank you.”she answered, taking the cup I poured her.  
After taking a sip she moves to stand in front of me, looking me up and down her gaze stops on my bow-tie. She reaches up and unties it 

 “You must be uncomfortable in all these clothes, I could help you out of them if you want.” she half whispers as she moves her hands to push my suit coat from my shoulders 

“It doesn’t matter if I’d want you to or not, you’re drunk and my boss so we can’t do that.” I say removing her hands from the buttons of my shirt   

“Dean I’m not that drunk, I know exactly what I’m doing and there is nothing against office romances in the company. This is embarrassing I’m sorry I read this wrong, I’ll be back in my room feel free to make yourself at home.” She says sounding defeated as she turns to leave the room 

“Y/N wait, it’s not that I don’t want it because lord knows I do but it just feels so wrong. Are you sure we won’t get fired for this?” I ask moving closer to her 

“ I’m a lawyer and you’re my assistant, there’s nothing that could be jeopardized by us being in a relationship and it’s not like either of us have a partner so I don’t see why it would feel wrong.” she reasons with me.

 Reaching out to gently cup her face and pull her to me, I stop a few inches from her lips to let her close the gap and make sure she wants this as much as I do.
When she finally does and her lips feel better than I had dreamed about plump and soft moving against mine, and she definitely knows what she’s doing sucking and nibbling at all the right moments. Suddenly needing to feel move of her I move her till her back is against the wall an I can’t help move my hands across her body feeling anything and everything I can, moving her leg to my hip so I can press against her more fully    

Our bodies move unison like this is where they have been made to be.
I grab the backs of her thighs lifting her and carrying her the remaining space to her bed, I lay her down gently on the bed before standing and begin to unbuttoning and removing my shirt and pants.

“Are you absolutely sure about this?” I ask looking down at her propped up on her elbows.
I watch as she moves to stand on her knees and crawl to me before pulling my lips to hers once again “ Does that answer your question or do you still need more convincing” she says with a smirk as her hands rest at the base of my neck

Slowly I move my hands up her back till I reach her bra, undoing it and letting it drop. “If you only knew how many times I had actualy dreamed of doing this”I say as I allow my eyes to greedily take in as much of her now exposed skin as I can

“Just what exactly did you do in these dreams?” her smirk returning as she asks

“Well how about I show you instead of telling you?”  I say as I move her to lay on the bed before hovering over her
Starting at her lips I begin to kiss my way across her body, slightly scraping my teeth over the sensitive flesh every now and then making her push herself more against me. As I reach her breast I suck one of the hardened nubs into my mouth tugging with just the right amount of tension to make her a moaning mess beneath me as I softly kneed the other with my hand. After giving each breast equal treatment I continue my path down her stomach sucking matching marks into her hips. Placing a brief kiss to her lace covered mound before moving on to her legs as she lets out a whine realizing she won’t be getting relief anytime soon. After making my way down and back up her legs I finally hook my thumbs into the waist of her panties and pull them down and off her ankles. Licking a broad strip across her folds before circling her clit and giving it a hard suck, moving my tongue down to thrust shallowly into her just enough to tease but not give any relief

~~~~readers POV

Of all the daydreams I had let my mind entertain this was better than I could have imagined, Dean knew just exactly what he was doing when it came to pleasure between his tongue, his lips and the way his fingers were working I was on the edge of pure bliss within minutes, but just before that moment he pulls away causing a whine to escape my lips. Lining himself up with my entrance teasing my yet again before thrusting in all at once, giving me a moment to adjust he kisses me again this time with more ferocity, all tongue and teeth but an underlined amount of love and lust mixed in and it was perfection. Slowly he begins thrusting, gradually going harder and deeper burying his face in my neck as he pounds into me   

“Dean I’m gonna cum!” I moan out 

“Me too sweetheart, just hold on a little longer.” he grunts as he’s unwavering in his pace “Are you ready, I want you to cum with me?”  he ask 

After twisting his hips slightly and giving a couple particularly hard thrusts he has me cumming with a shout of his name, my walls clenching tightly around his length causing him to spurt hot ropes of his seed deep within me as he bites into my shoulder. Collapsing in a painting mess on top of me he tries to regain control of his breathing   

“Can I ask you a question?” I ask holding him in your arms  

“Anything, what is it?” he asks concerned leaning back to look at me 

“ I just wanted to know if you want this to be a one time thing, a relationship or a friends with benefits kinda thing?” I ask holding my breath in anticipation

“I have wanted you for so long I don’t want this to just be a one night thing but if that’s what you want I’m ok with that” he answers, relief flooding through me at the thought that we may have a chance 

“This right here with you is exactly what I’ve always wanted, and I don’t mean just friends with benefits, I want you all of you and I want you as mine” I confess 

“I have known from the moment I first laid eyes on you that I’d never look at another woman the same way and I really want to try and make this work with you too” he responds as his fingers trail over the still tingling mark on my shoulder 

“We can talk more about this in the morning but for now sleep” I say placing a gentle peck to his lips  

Sentence starters: Building a Gingerbread House.
  • "I got this, I watch food network."
  • "Yes, look at how good this turned out! We could sell this."
  • "Stop licking that!"
  • "The trick is not to break the gingerbread house."
  • "Let's just focus on the front and take a photo of it. It'll look like we worked more than we actually did."
  • "Why can't you follow directions?"
  • "Smell this, it smells so good. I could eat it right now."
  • "What design should we do on the roof?"
  • "Can't you just stop eating the icing!"
  • "I'm very ocd so I need it to be centered."
  • "This is so fucking amazing."
  • "This is where the icing should go. Just like that, nice and thick."
  • "This isn't fair. You're making all the fun parts all by yourself."
  • "If you get icing on my hair I'm going to kill you."
  • "Oh so now you're a professional..."
  • "I'm giving you props. I didn't expect you to be good at this."
  • "You thought we were doing this together? This is a competition."
  • "How do people do this?!"
  • "Aaw, this is so cute! We are a good team."
  • "What are you eating? That was supposed to be part of the roof!"
  • "Is this better? Are you sure? I'm not saying it's bad but..."
  • "I'm just going to say it... you suck at this."
  • "This isn't the design I wanted but neither is this life."
  • "The roof is falling off. This is so bad..."
  • "If I tilt it it looks good."
  • "This is hideous. Is it supposed to look like that?"
  • "Yes, look! It's looking so good... kinda.
  • "Eating all the candy won't help."
  • "Look at how you did the icing there, it looks like dicks."
  • "You ain't helping at all."
  • "We won't have decorations if you keep eating the candy."
  • "You put it on the wrong side, you're ruining it."
  • "Oh no, you fucked up the fucking icing..."
  • "The box said to leave it from two to three hours to set. We did zero hours. That's why it's all falling apart."


part one here.

  • Don’t look back.
  • You still…recognize me?
  • You look like shit.
  • People can’t change overnight. 
  • I didn’t get much sleep last night.
  • I’m used to sleeping outside.
  • Are we gonna die, ( name )?
  • I’m crying because I don’t want to die.
  • If they catch me, they will kill me.
  • They will pay for what they have done!
  • Anger won’t accomplish anything.
  • If you are to blame…then I am equally at fault.
  • Sorry about yesterday. I kinda flew off the handle.
  • That’s enough! I’ve got a fucking image to maintain.
  • Maybe we should leave here and go explore the world!
  • Go away! Dirty, defective swine!
  • I’m not like you! I’m different!
  • You again? Stop bothering me.
  • ( name )…I’m sorry…I’m not strong enough.
  • I…I wanted to be with you forever.
  • Alive…Stay alive! Stay alive!
  • There’s no reason for me to exist anymore.
  • My life is over. Just leave me alone.
  • I’ll…I’ll be okay. We need to keep going.
  • I’m fine! Let’s just go…
  • I’m a…weapon? What does that even mean? …What am I?
  • Your past makes no difference. I’ll support you no matter what.
  • I…I can control my abilities now!
  • No! Don’t! Don’t look at me!
  • Welcome back, ( name ). You’ve been through a lot.
  • But…my body…
  • I can’t stand to be with you when I look like this…
  • You…you look just like I thought you would.
  • I was terrified at first, but I think I’m okay with it.
  • You monster! You possessed monster!
  • It is YOU who have lost their humanity! You are the true monster!
  • Why have you done this?! I just wanted to live my life in peace!
  • …What have I done? I killed innocent people…I killed them all.
  • I’m coming…Gotta…catch my breath…
  • Careful, ( name )! It won’t help anyone if we lose you here!
  • I’ve been feeling a strange presence around here lately.
  • I see this transformation has not stolen your terrible sense of humor.
  • It’s just a little welcome-back gift. It’s not much, I know.
  • Oh, splendid. By all means, let us undertake a murderous rampage.
  • You must run now. Do you understand? Run as fast as you can.
  • I am incapable of being lonely. Or missing others. Or crying.
  • The harvest was weak again this year, and the people are beginning to go hungry.
  • People are tired and scared, and…I’m sorry. I’m sorry you have to bear the brunt of that.
  • People are afraid of us. And really, I understand. I mean, look at me.
  • Stop. Don’t you dare apologize. You had every right to be upset.
  • I understand why you did what you did. …Even if I don’t agree.
  • Why did you have to be here?! Why you?! Why are you here?!
  • Hitting that thing won’t bring ( pronoun ) back…
  • This is hardly the happy ending I was expecting.
  • Revenge is a fool’s errand.
  • I hear your days of bachelorhood/bachelorettehood are coming to a close.
  • Thank you…for making someone like me your bride/husband.
  • You’ve grown into a fine example of womanhood/manhood. I’m sure you will make an excellent queen/king.
  • I insist you stay with me tonight as an honored guest of the royal family.
  • The duties of a king/queen are overwhelming! 
  • Finding light in bad times is the mark of a true leader.
  • A man/woman works better when he/she has something – or someone – to fight for.
  • I don’t like this. Weddings are festive occasions. …Should I even be here?
  • I’d like to get married someday.
  • All right, that’s enough weird questions. Go to sleep.
  • You raped our forests and poisoned our streams, and now you slaughter our young!
  • No! Why did you protect me!?
  • I would rethink this course of action, ( name ). Ahead lies a battle you cannot win.
“Sucker Punch” sentence meme

Send one to my muse for their reaction

  • “We had a deal.”
  • “You have all the weapons you need. Now fight!”
  • “If you don’t stand for something, you’ll fall for anything.”
  • “We don’t keep things here that have no purpose.”
  • “For those who fight for it, life has a flavor the sheltered will never know.”
  • “I want you to dance.”
  • “You’ll never have me… ever.”
  • “Your fight for survival starts right now.”
  • “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to say anything!”
  • “Let the pain go. Let the hurt go. Let the guilt go.”
  • “Don’t ever write a check with your mouth you can’t cash with your ass.”
  • “I’m the star of the show, remember?”
  • “This can’t be. We did everything right.”
  • “We’re already dead.”
  • “I’m willing to give you freedom. Pure and total freedom.”
  • “He/she said everything would be okay.”
  • “I’m only doing this because you guys would get caught without me.”
  • “You have to live for all of us now.”
  • “You think you’re special, don’t you?”
  • “This was never my story. It’s yours.”
  • “I have seen some tortured souls in here.”
  • “Shut off that damn music!”
  • “All I require from you is a slither of a moment.”
  • “You’re suddenly not aware of what it is we do here?”
  • “It’s just us now.”
  • “Have you ever just wanted to just take something back? You know, something you said? Something you did?”
  • “Don’t close your eyes; I need you to look at me.”
  • “Send me a postcard from paradise.”
  • “You’ve got to promise me two things.”
  • “Oh, and one more thing…”
  • “It’s okay, it’s better this way.”
  • “You don’t want to be judged? You won’t be.”
  • “There is a way to fix anything.”
  • “If I say it’s over, we stop.”
  • “You simple inbred idiot!”
  • “Did you lose your fight, huh?”
  • “The dance should be more than just titillation.”
  • “What you’re imagining right now, that world you control? That place can be as real as any pain.”
  • “I’m gonna escape from here.”
  • “Don’t worry, I don’t bite very hard.”
  • “Kiss the neck. It works every time!”
  • “You’re the only one of us who ever had a chance out there.”
  • “Now listen, I’m gonna walk out there and when they come after me, you go, okay?”
  • “It’s too late to play the good guy. It’s far too late.”

Imagine Getting Kidnapped By The Joker Because You’re Bruce Wayne’s Soulmate

For my lovely followers! (Sorry I’m just getting really into DC right now.)

Getting kidnapped and waking up in a warehouse surrounded by larger than life creep stuffed animals was not part of your daily plan.

You’re tied to a wooden chair in the dark.

“Typical,” you huff as you become aware of your surroundings. Your kidnapper knocked you out cold before dragging you off. “The one day I walk home alone.”

Everyday you walk home with a buddy to ensure each others safety. It’s a system the people in your apartment building set up as crime went on the rise in Gotham. Today your buddy got sick and you decided to fend for yourself.

It was a dumb idea and you got snatched.

“I see you’re awake,” a cold voice muses and the Joker steps out from the shadows wearing a wicked grin. Your eyes widen in fear and you choke out a gasp of horror. The joker is the most merciless killer in Gotham. “So pretty care to share your soulmark?”

Inhaling sharply your gaze immediately shoots down to your covered wrist. You knew your name would get you screwed one day!

“I don’t care to share,” you spit out. You will not give this man the satisfaction of seeing you scared. A sharp slap echoes through the warehouse and pain blooms on your cheek. The Joker roughly grabs your face and forces it to point at a…camera?

“Smile for the camera and show everyone your pretty soulmark,” he growls and rips the wrist band away from your skin.

Clear as day in careful and precise script lays the name of your soulmate: Bruce Wayne.

In rebellion you bite down hard on the jokers hand and he recoils before smacking you again.

“The hell do you want with me?” you demand.

“A good laugh of course! And maybe some ransom,” he replies cheekily. You’re disgusted to the core and you glare at him.

“Let me guess you also want Batman to save me or some shit,” you hiss.

“Well that would be a big bonus yes.”

“You’re out of luck then. Do you seriously think whoever you’re broadcasting this to will believe I’m Bruce Wayne’s soulmate? For all they know I’m one of your henchwoman with permanent marker on her wrist. Bruce Wayne will never pay you for my safety and the Batman won’t come for me he’ll just be coming for you. I’m just a random unimportant civilian with the worse sense of humor: cynicism.”

The Joker gapes at you and scowls. He starts muttering to himself and you look back at the camera with a raised eyebrow.

“AHA!” he exclaims suddenly. “I’ll prove you’re real! No one on this earth knows the name of Bruce Wayne’s soulmate, so to prove your real do tell us your name.” You gulp thickly and shake your head.

“Nope.” The Joker hits you across the face again making you groan in pain and forces his hand into your coat pocket to yank out your wallet. He rips out your drivers license and waves it in front of the camera.

“There! (Y/N) (Y/M/N) (Y/L/N)!” Wearing a triumphant grin the Joker tosses your wallet aside and shoves the camera in your face. “Say hi pretty girl!”

“Goodbye,” you deadpan to be spiteful. Another smack across the face and you’re sure there’s a red handprint on both your cheeks now.

“Bruce Wayne you have one hour to leave one hundred thousand dollars in cash on the stone bench in Gotham City Park or she gets it!” Joker pointedly jams a gun against your head to emphasize. “And Batman you have one hour to try and stop me.”

Behind you something starts beeping and you crane your neck to see a bomb with a timer counting down tied to the back of the chair.

“This broadcast stays on all the city’s channels and all the states ones too.” With that he’s gone and you’re left sitting in front of a camera with a bomb tied to your back.

“This sucks,” you grumble and hang your head. After a minute of being forlorn your shrug as best you can and get over it. “Oh well I’m over it.” You smirk when you imagine all the watchers gasping in horror at how lightly you’re taking this. “What can I say I made my peace with death awhile ago.”

Deciding you have nothing to lose you continue talking.

“I was a depressed kid and there were many times I wished I was dead so many that eventually death didn’t scare me anymore. I’m still not scared though I would like to live. I still have to finish Supernatural and I really want to see the next Agents of Shield season.” I smile sardonically and wriggle my hands and feet. “Since I’m a captive performer and I imagine all you watching can’t pull your eyes away I’m going to keep talking.”

“I better say my will then, okay I leave everything to the Pet Shelter I work at, there done. I would leave it to my soulmate but he’s pretty set and I don’t really have a family either so the shelter gets it. With that done with let’s continue. Since one of my dreams has been to be a talk show host I think I’ll try it now. What better time than when the audience literally can’t pull away?” I chuckle grimly and smile in a way that’s too wide and too sad.

“To start I should talk about myself right? Well for starters I was born with my soulmark and raised by my mother who taught me to be selfless and independent. Her lessons led me to believe I should wait to meet Bruve until I had succeeded myself and I have to say I was happy I followed her advice. Now I’m regretful I won’t get to meet Bruce because I’m going to die. Don’t get me wrong Bruce Wayne is really great and I’m sure he’ll get the money regardless of whether or not he believes in his soulmate, but if I know anything I know this never turns out well for the captive. The hero is always too late and the hostage bites it. That and let’s be honest here the Joker is totally gonna say "SIKE!” and blow me up after getting the money. Also Batman is amazing and a super good protector and all that nonsense but Joker wants him to come and Batman knows that. Batman is too smart to fall into this trap for some random civilian with a shit sense of humor.“

You take a deep breath before speaking again. A sense of relief comes with spilling your guts to a camera.

"Let’s say I do get rescued and I walk away from this, guess what? I’ll have a big fucking target on my back saying "KIDNAP ME I’M BRUCE WAYNE’S SOULMATE!” I won’t last a week in this town and that’s just the sad truth of it all.“

You pause before deciding to talk about Bruce, to Bruce who may be watching.

"Bruce Wayne I waited to meet your for a lot of reasons. The first my mother and the desire to be successful so I could make you proud before we met, so you wouldn’t think I was a gold digger. The second the whole danger factor that comes in with it. The third all the spotlight that’d be on me, incase you haven’t noticed I’m awful with cameras and I look bad in photos. The fourth your adopted children, I never ever want to come between you and them so if they didn’t like me then I would leave faster than the Flash. The last reason is I was scared, really scared in fact. I’m just some random girl with a name on her wrist who works at an animal shelter, I am nothing special.”

You sniffle and hold back tears as you speak. You wish now more than anything you could have met him.

“Want to hear some things about me? You know to get to know me before I die? I know about you, I can’t name all the times I’ve looked you up. Anyway my name is (Y/N) and I’m 25 years old. I’ve lived in Gotham my whole life, my parents died when I was 12, I work at an animal shelter, my favorite color is (Y/F/C), my favorite food is (Y/F/F), I dream to be a veterinarian one day, I always dreamed we’d meet at a fancy gala, I have five locks on my apartment door, I prefer to have my door closed, and most importantly I can hate with every fiber of my being or love with every piece of my heart.”

Your gaze locks with the camera and you blink back tears and force a smile.

“This sucks doesn’t it?”

The question remains unanswered naturally so you crane your neck to see the time on the timer.

You have twenty minutes left to live.

“I don’t know what more to say. I don’t have any guests to interview,” you joke sarcastically. “What more can I say? I’ve said all I can.”

The Joker bursts back into sight and abruptly punches you across the face. You yell out in pain and spit blood right back in his face. He slaps you again.

“Why such a downer? You ruined the whole joke! No ones laughing at this,” he whines and you smirk. You won’t let your last moment benefit this villain.

“That’s cause it’s not funny. In fact none of your jokes are, you even have to make a laughing gas just to get people to laugh at all your lame jokes!” you sneer cruelly and Joker frowns. “Face it Joker you’re a snooze fest!” Joker punches you across the face and kicks you in the shin and you whimper in pain. Taking shaky breaths you look up at him and grin. “All you are is a sad clown with poor dental hygiene and a shitty make up job.”

Sharp pain radiates from your left shoulder instantly and you choke on air. The Joker grins wickedly and you’re too scared to look but you do anyway. A knife protrudes from your skin and you screech in agony and terror. Joker cackles manically while you stutter and shake. Your head drops as you try to gather your wits.

Abruptly a metal bar hits your stomach and you scream out in pain. The Joker cackles and smacks the crowbar into your chest before repeatedly swinging at your stomach and legs. Each hit makes your screech in pain and cracks echo I’m your ears. You definitely have at least two broken ribs and some bones in your legs shattered.

“Who’s laughing now?” A shadow moves behind Joker and you catch sight of the famed Gotham hero, Batman, on your left you spot the new Robin creeping nearby, on your right Red Hood is slinking up, and one glance above shows Red Robin and Batgirl peering down from the rafters.

“Still me,” you reply and harshly head butt the Joker. Your body is throbbing and black spots are crowding your vision but you still fight.

The Batclan instantly hone in on the unbalanced Joker and make quick work of incapacitating him. Red Hood holds up his gun but before he can shoot Joker dead Batman smacks the weapon away.

“How can you let him live? After me? After what he did to your soulmate,” Red Hood growls in a voice just above a whisper making you confused. You’re Bruce Wayne’s soulmate not Batman’s? Unless…shit.

In the midst of their arguing Joker breaks free and decks Batman across the face. Suddenly a swarm of henchmen flood the warehouse and attack the Batclan.

Despite in acute agony you manage to form a plan of escape. You bend your head down, bite the handle of the knife, and rip it out all while groaning in pain. You hunch over to place the knife in your hand and start carefully sawing the binds holding yours wrists to the chair. With one hand freed you manage to cut your other hand then your legs. Once free you collapse to the ground unable to walk properly on your wounded legs.

Weakly you lift your head and observe the fight around you. Everyone seems to be holding their own but Red Hood is being cornered by the Joker who seems to have his guns in hand.

A rush of adrenaline seizes you and you grab the crowbar and stagger to Red Hoods aid. With all your remaining strength you screech through the pain and smash the bloody crowbar into Jokers upper back. His body crumples instantaneously and Red Hood stares at you.

“Welcome,” you cough out and promptly fall back to the ground in a bloody mess.

Fading in and out of consciousness of barely feel it when Batman himself picks you up bridal style and carries you from the warehouse.

“Hang in there (Y/N). Please just hang in there,” he murmurs and all you can do in response is whimper.

Darkness closes in and you fall limp in the mans arms.


Repetitive and annoying beeping drags you back to the world of the living and you can’t help but be extremely relieved. You were saved!

Carefully you open your eyes and swallow a gasp when you see the whole Wayne family gathered in your hospital room. Bruce has even fallen asleep holding your hand!

“You’re awake,” a boy you know as Jason Todd remarks and you raise an eyebrow. He has darker hair with a white steak in it and wide eyes.

“You’re Jason Todd,” you counter and the Latino boy chuckles.

“Why yes I am.”

“No I mean what are you doing here? And why am I not dead or screaming in pain?” you question and wince as you sit up. “Never mind I feel the pain.”

“We are here to support Bruce’s soulmate you, and you’re on some serious painkillers,” he replies casually. You nod and look down at the hand Bruce is clutching.

“You all really made time to come to my hospital room?” you mutter. “Wow.” Jason shrugs in response and you go quiet. It’s a long minute before Jason speaks up.

“Thanks for what you did back at the warehouse by the way.”

“What did I do?” you ask before dots connect in your head. “Ah I see now. You’re Red Hood aren’t you? I guess I had your back when I hit Joker with that crowbar.”

“The same crowbar he beat you with.” Jason takes a shuddering breath and looks you directly in the eyes. His heartbroken gaze makes you remember the news story about Robins death; how he was beat within an inch of his life by the Joker with a crowbar and then blown up. “The same one he used on me.”


“I was only dead for a few months though, I came back before Bruce even had the chance to make up a story about how Jason Todd died,” Jason huffs and shakes his head with a sardonic smile on his face. “So yeah thanks for giving the Joker what he had coming.”

Before you can say anything else Bruce starts to shift and wake up. You rub your thumb across his hand and put on your best smile as his eyes open. He sits up and watches you as he does.

“I owe you thanks,” you say sincerely. “I know what you did, coming to save me like that.”

“Anything for you, for my soulmate,” Bruce murmurs and your heart flutters. “It’s only fitting you know who I am, what I do. You need to know what you’d be getting into.”

“You’re a hero and I’m getting into a crazy but amazing life with you,” you respond and cup Bruce’s face with your free hand. “If you’ll have me that is.”

“I don’t think I could ever let you go now that I’ve seen you.” Bruce leans up and kisses your forehead. A blush instantly spreads across your face and you let out the smallest giggle. He smiles but then his face becomes suddenly serious. “I would have given the money you know that right?”

“I know,” you whisper and nod. “You’re a good man Bruce. I’ll be happy to be with you.”

“I’m overjoyed at this chance at a life with you.” He pauses and glances over the sleeping forms of his children and the bored expression on Jason. “And the children will adore you I’m sure.”

“Hey you already won me over and I ain’t even that friendly with Bruce anymore,” Jason jokes. “Dick will be a cake walk to win, Damien a tad bit more difficult, and Tim shouldn’t be too hard.”

“I’ll keep that in mind thanks Jason,” you reply and he smirks at you.

“I’ll go get some coffee so you guys can talk till the birds wake up,” Jason sighs and stalks out. You face Bruce, boldly grab his face, and kiss him.

“That’s for saving my life,” you explain and Bruce flushes. “I promise another after you take me to dinner.”

Starter for @ingrid-matoi

“gah!!” Kaban had been dozed off in the back of the bus and with the now sudden stop jolted her right awake as she fell off her bench and straight into the floor. All of this was because Lucky Beast needed to full stop to avoid hitting someone on the trail. After a moment she got back to her feet and slowly stumbled out of the bus.. only to see redhead who she did in fact not know. While Kaban was pretty dazed she figured she should probably go talk to her and apologize for Lucky-san coming close to running over her. 

“I’m sorry about that.. Lucky-san can’t see all that well anymore. That was actually a close call.” 

How’s this one? A photographer came over to my place and did some shots at the park near my house. Mainly cause I need a good head shot for the back end of the book sleeve FOR MY PUBLISHED NOVEL! That’s right! I signed with Wellington Publishing on Saturday. I now have a four book deal with them! My dreams are coming true! My manuscript is with the editor now and in a matter of 4 ½ months, my book should be on shelves to purchase. 

Jealous » Liam Dunbar

Pairing: Reader x Liam, and I guess Reader x Brett as well.

Liam was sitting opposite sides with Mason, after a good ten minutes of Y/N not showing up, he couldn’t help but ask. “Mase, you don’t happen to know where Y/N is, do you?”

“Nope,” Mason responded, popping his ‘p.’. “Why?”

“Nothing,” Liam shrugged it off. “She’s just never late. I’m overreacting,” and with that Liam and Mason continued their conversation from before despite Liam still being worried.

After only five more minutes of Y/N’s absence, Liam stood up. “I’m going to find her. Something’s weird. Something’s up,”

“Liam, stop worrying! Midterms are coming soon, she’s probably studying with Lydia,” Mason suggested, but Liam stood unconvinced.

“Impossible,” Liam asserted. “She and I planned a study date at lunch,” Mason just nodded, and chuckled a bit at Liam being so worried.

Liam first checked the library, maybe she was waiting for him there. But, she wasn’t. The library’s air was silent, and Y/N wasn’t there.

Next, Liam checked the pool, seeing as Y/N had swimming as her last period before lunch, thinking maybe she was doing extra laps, only seeing a few familiar faces, though none of them being Y/N.

Liam started to lose hope, even worrying a bit. Where was she? The previous statement made Liam nervous and repeated in his mind over and over again.

Liam desperately texted Y/N countless of times, even called a few times, leaving endless voice mails.

He finally checked the lacrosse field. There stood Brett in his a Devenford lacrosse jersey with his arms wrapped around Y/N’s as he was teaching her to throw inside the net. The two fell in a fit of laughter, sending Liam a wave of jealousy.

“Y/N?” Liam shouted, as both Brett and Y/N’s faces shot at the source of voice.

• Y/N’s POV •

I looked to see Liam with a troubled look coloring his face. “Oh, hey Liam,” I slowly left Brett’s grasp around me. “Sorry, I forgot we had that study thing today. Guess I got a little carried away.”

“I was worried about you,” Liam mentioned, approaching the two, giving Brett a dirty glare. “What are you doing with Brett?”

“Oh, I was just leaving and we were joking around about Brett teaching me lacrosse, but one thing led after the other, and here he is teaching me,” I chuckled, a little bit confused as to why Liam was so worried.

“Yeah, I see that. I almost forgot Brett was here to visit Beacon Hills High,” Liam responded in a very cold tone. “And his arms were just wrapped around yours casually?”

“Dunbar, come on. Don’t be so uptight about it. I was just teaching her, I promise,” Brett really tried to get on Liam’s good side, but Liam hated Brett with everything he had.

“Yeah, Liam. It’s not what it looked like,” I commented, only now thinking that Brett’s arms were, in fact around mine and he was joking about, as I was laughing at his ever joke, making me look absolutely in love with the boy.

“I bet it isn’t,” Liam scoffed, before leaving the field, putting both Brett and I speechless.

“Thanks for today, Brett. But, I should run after Liam,” I tell Brett quickly, and he nodded, understanding and rapidly responding a you’re welcome.

I was sprinting to catch up with Liam. I grab my swimming duffel bag on the way, and sling it over one shoulder, making the bag hit the back of my thighs as I ran over to Liam.

“Liam, wait, please,” I breathlessly plead and Liam eased in, turning around to look at me.

Anger filled his face before he spat, “Why should I? Shouldn’t you be with Brett?”

“Liam, it was all friendly, I promise,” I retorted.

“And how am I suppose to believe that? His arms were AROUND yours, and you were giggling after his every word,” Liam stressed, but I quickly took hold of Liam’s hand and stopped him to look me in the eyes.

“Well for starters, you should trust me,” but that didn’t work. “Liam, listen to my heartbeat and tell me if I’m lying,” his eyes were now aligned with mine, and as soon as those words escaped my lips, his face softened.

After a few seconds I broke the silence by asking, “Well?”

“I’m sorry I was jealous,” Liam apologized right away. “I was overreacting. But, when you’re looking for your girlfriend everywhere and you finally see her with your lifetime enemy, you get suspicious,”

“I know,” I remarked. “But you are forgiven,” our chests were now touching as Liam’s arms wrapped around my waist and my hands cupped his neck.

Liam leaned in and kissed my lips, and after a few seconds, pulled my hips to deepen the kiss.

Requests for ships and imagines are open!

open to: males (tops preferred in case of smut), feel free to assume connections (your muse could be a co-worker, a lover, his boyfriend, his, roommate, his boss, etc.). You can find some info about Aaron here.

“Some might say I’m not old enough to complain about back pains all the time but you know what? My back hurts and that’s a fact,” Aaron announced as he dragged his hand through his unruly locks of hair to keep them out of his face, leaning back in his office chair with a groan when he rolled back his shoulders. “I just need a break. I think this is my body’s way of telling me that I work too much. I should probably work out more, too now that I think about it…,” he rambled before turning his head towards the person he’d been ranting to. “God, I’m sorry. I sound absolutely pathetic right now. Don’t let me bug you, sorry,” he apologized quickly, shaking his head at himself when he focused back on the script he’d been working on.

Closed Starter || Anti-heroes Haylie||Cora

@asktheprincessofhearts continued from here

“Then,I’m definitely excited to see him.There’s plenty of time  for my hair later ,i wanna see this so called wizard now.”,Haylie answered right before she rushed with Cora out of her mother’s salon.If this thing doesn’t work out and we’re actually stuck here forever,at least I’ll have even more time for my streaks.,she tried to comfort herself.

A few minutes later,the two girls were in front of Yen Sid’s home.The semi-goddess’s heart was pounding in her chest and for a brief moment,she wanted to turn her back and leave before it was too late .But there was no turning back now .She sucked in a breath and knocked on the door.

When the old wizard opened the door,he was greeted by a redhead princess with daggers on her belt and a brunette with cold eyes and a hellhound by her side.

a lifetime ago.


Xiumin was trying to relax.

Key word being trying.

He would have much preferred to be doing something else right now - say, working a case, but that wasn’t in the books for him just yet.  Despite having finally completed his one year trainee period and being inducted as an agent in the organization, Xiumin’s first order had been to take a break.

Okay, maybe it hadn’t been an order as so much as a suggestion according to Xiumin’s instructor, but honestly, it felt all the same to him.  And while following orders to a tee had been beat into Xiumin when he was still fairly young, he was having a hard time figuring out how to follow through with this one.

Hence his current predicament.

Which is why, after three days of relaxing to the point that he’d rearranged his apartment twice just to keep busy, he’d headed back to headquarters to find something… anything to do.  And so lost was he in his own head, already coming up with arguments as to why target practice was both practical and relaxing, that he didn’t notice the person rounding the corner until it was too late.

“Shit,” he exclaimed, staggering back after bumping into a chest.

“I’m so sorry.  Are you okay?”

Fandom: Borderlands
Rating: Gen
Relationships: Handsome Jack/Rhys

A/N: tagging @harpaax because this is 500% her fault.   

Like Rabbits Do

“I hate you so much.”

Jack didn’t seem to hear Rhys at all, he was too busy staring at the matching pair of brown rabbit ears protruding from the top of Rhys’ head. The ears twitched under Jack’s stare, then folded in the middle and dropped down. They were stupidly large too, and long enough Rhys could almost touch his own shoulder with the fuzzy tips.

“Do you feel any different?” Jack asked.


Jack raised an eyebrow and picked up a scalpel from the examination table. He held it in his hand for a moment, then whipped it around and sent it flying, the sharp tip aimed at Rhys’. The brunet shrieked and leapt to the side just in time for it to go whistling past his shoulder.

“Holy fuck, you even move with the reflexes of a freaking bunny!” Jack crowed. “This was such a good idea. I’m a god-damn genius.”

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@southsidelover  for a starter !!

Alright, sure, he knew the old trailer had some problems, but that didn’t mean it should have these problems!

Muttering under his breath, Jughead dragged an old crate up the wobbly stairs, giving it a good kick to make sure it wasn’t going to slide.  The storm the night before had threatened to take the screen door right off the hinges, and he didn’t have the sort of money to fix it.

Now it rattled in the winter wind, slanted and loud.  “Goddamnit..”  Jughead muttered again, dragging his beanie down over his ears, and flipping up the collar of his jacket.  

@wigfrids ((Liked for a starter after I bugged her c:< ))

Wes stared at the sky blankly, letting the wind play with his hair as he laid sprawled out on his back. He should really be working right now. There was so much he had to do today. Wes closed his eyes. Chores could wait. He’d never made it to spring before and he wanted to enjoy the sweet smell of flowers in the breeze a little longer before he let his needs get in the way of this simple pleasure. Wes shot open his eyes, the tranquil scene ruined by the unmistakable sound of a wailing spider. It was evening already? He didn’t have time to wonder where the time went, the fast approaching spider made sure of that. Wes sprang to his feet and sprinted as fast as he could away from the angry spider, slamming into a woman with fiery red hair. Startled, he pushed himself off of the woman then ducked behind her. She had a spear, he was pretty sure she could handle the creepy crawly. If she couldn’t it’d give him time to get away at least.