i was a little tipsy that night... just a bit haha

anonymous asked:

Hi, can you do a hc about the rfa (and v and saeran, if you write about them) on a mc that they have met before when she was drunk and was flirting with them really smoothly? And then the storylines happens and she doesn't remember them but they do?

(*´ω`*) np! I wonder if I’d flirt when drunk….So far when I’m tipsy I just get really stubborn. I think the RFA would have a handful dealin with me, haha!


-When he finally met you in person, he suddenly realized why your voice seemed so familiar.

-You were that chick from about a month back!

-But…You didn’t seem embarrassed? You just smiled and joked just like you did on the chat (albeit with a bit more blushing). Did you even remember?

-He sure did. He remembered just hanging out with his fellow co-actors, just relaxing at a local bar he enjoyed and having a few beers. He was used to women coming up to him and trying to flirt, but uh…Not drunk women who didn’t realize who he was.

-”You- You know? You look a LOT, like a LOT, like this actor guy dude from the local theater. God, you should just see that dude. His name is? Is uh. Zenny? Something I can’t fucking, remember…But god I’d lick his abs, he’s so handsome. You look like that guy man! That cool guy. That beautiful dude.

-Oh my god. He felt so fucking embarrassed for you. You just kept going and going, not realizing the whole time, until your friends finally dragged you back home.

-He thought of that scene a few times, but oh my god, your friends never told you? (GOOD FRIENDS GOOD FRIENDS)

-He decided NOT to bring it up then, not when the two of you were finally meeting in person for the second first time. 

-(A few weeks later, he finally brought it up. Your face was so red as you called your friends for confirmation. When they finally admitted what had happened, you just stood in embarrassed Shock. Until Zen finally admitted you were the one girl who managed to flirt with him at a bar and he actually got interested in you.)


-Jumin had given her so ‘free’ time. Which was, of course, allowing her to go on a wine tasting event with him. It was a bit better than working (and he’d probably have her set up a few meetings anyway), so she agreed.

-She didn’t drink often, but she could see how some lightweights could become overwhelmed with the all the samples.

-At least, that’s the excuse she came up for you. God, as soon as she heard your voice on the phone, she instantly remembered how drunk you had gotten at that simple wine tasting event. But you didn’t remember her? It stung a little, but you were…Very. Very drunk.

-She remembered you trying to casually walk towards her. She thought you were wanting to talk to her about Jumin, praying that it wasn’t about how you could get a date with him. But when you slid your arm around hers and slurred, she nearly had her heart stop.

-”You-You are literally the only pretty person here. These dudes are so uuugly. Oh my god, how come rich guys can’t even look decent half the time. Do you like girls? I like girls. I’m a girl. You’re a girl. Lets. Lets hang out. Blow this popsicle stands. We’ll have fun.”

-When security dragged you away (Jumin’s doing, with light murmurs of complaints from him), Jaehee had to try her best not to blush and laugh.

-You were cute, but oh my god she had never been flirted with like that.

-As the two of you started dating, she never, ever mentioned it. Not until about a year later after a night you had gotten tipsy again, and thankfully you two just laughed together about it.


-As soon as he heard you voice, he knew it was familiar. A nice one, something that didn’t urk him that much.

-Seeing you in person made him immediately want to ban all wine from the RFA party. How you were so shameless he never understood.

-A few months back, he had attended an event that allowed for extra guests to be brought. He didn’t really remember which one. He had went to so many they just blurred together at times.

-He did, however, remember clearly of a drunken woman suddenly grasping his arm. He immediately was annoyed, thinking it was some other woman who had tried flirting with him earlier, but when it was someone new, he gave you a moment to talk.

- “These rich dudes are so. Boring. Are you boring too? You look cool. You look…Cool. Not borin’. Not borin’ at alllllll. Do you wanna be not boring together? Like. The dude who brought me doesn’t even know where I am. Fuck em. Fuck em all. I’d even fuck you if you’d lemme.”

-Oh my god.

-Security had came and gotten you later, and he just sighed and fixed his sleeve. He thought you were ridiculous. 

-So at the RFA party, when you said you were introducing yourself the first time, he called you out on it. It wasn’t the first time you two had met.

-He ended up going in full detail, exactly what you said, how your hair was messed up, how everything about you was just. Embarrassing.

-Your first RFA party was filled with many embarrassing moments after that, especially from a teasing Seven.


-He was just hanging out with Zen when the drunk you came sauntering up, looking strangely confident and slightly confused.

-He almost pulled his phone out, getting ready to film what was possibly Zen’s most embarrassing moment.

-Instead, his hands froze when you passed by Zen and went directly to him.

-“You’re. You’re weird lookin. Not in a bad way though. Like. You look weird but cool. Cute. Yeaaah. I like redheads. Are you into girls? Or guys? Because i wanna. I wanna take ya out.”

-Omg. He was dying. He never really had this happen before, and Zen’s shocked expression was totally worth it.

-Before he could give you a reply, your friends finally found you and pulled you away while spouting apologies.

-So when he found out exactly who you were when he did his background check, he laughed so hard

-He wouldn’t bring it up with the others around (Maybe Zen), but he’d tease the FUCK outta you about it.

-“I guess you got what you wanted, huh?”


-Poor baby. He’d NEVER bring it up to you, except on his deathbed.

-He had finally agreed to go to the bar Zen wanted to take him to. He was a bit nervous because of how often he was being carded. His hands wouldn’t stop shaking!!

-Of course, to make matters worse, there were girls flirting with Zen constantly. He was just here as a third wheel!

-He watched as another girl kinda. Stumbled over to Zen. Great. He couldn’t even have drunk girls- Oh god she was going to him, not Zen!

-“Heyaaa, cutie? You’re preeeetty young, huh? Barely able to get in here huh? Hahaha.. but you’re so so cute. Hey, cutie, gimme your phone number! I’ll be your girlfriend!”

-Oh my god. Oh. My god. He was mortified. Even Zen was watching! Oh my god.

-Before he could gather the courage to respond, he saw a few girls come and drag you away, full of scolding and giggles.

-That night, Zen just laughed and patted your back.

-Of course Zen wasn’t laughing now as Yoosung kissed you, vowing to keep that memory to himself.

-(Until Zen told you literally a day later)


-V didn’t really go to bars or anything of the sort. But when he visited exhibitions, especially ones he was also featured in, they tended to offer wine to drink.

-Unfortunately, not everyone could hold their alcohol.

-He watched a woman stumble a bit, quietly murmuring to several different pictures.

-Eventually she made over to where he was standing.

- “God. I love this one. This. This is a good one. Better than the others. Wait. No, that’s mean. Those are good too. But this one, this one is like. Good good.”

-Oh god. He was trying his best not to laugh. He decided to stand beside his own just in case he could answer questions, or interest people in more of his works. He was not expecting this.

- “But man. This guy has to be sooo fun to be with. I’d love to date this guy! Have coffee! Talk about. Flowers and shit. God, I’d probably sleep with him too.”

- Wow?? He didn’t even know how to respond. So… He didn’t. He watched you sleepily study his picture and… Walk away.

-Flash to him finally meeting you after the RFA party, and you didn’t seem to remember him OR his pictures at all.

-He worried a bit if his pictures just didn’t last well in people, but when you looked as if you never saw them, he concluded maybe you just didn’t remember that day whatsoever.

-Later on, when you two had been together, he always kept you away from the wine at his exhibits. When you questioned him about this, he finally told you about the first time he met you.

-Needless to say, you never drank at exhibitions ever again


-The first time he met you, before the whole RFA mess, was at a bar.

-Needless to say, he pegged you as a target before you really said anything.

-He had watched you from a corner, just basically watching everyone. He was just trying to see what the fuss was about with bars.

-The drunks were annoying. And stupid. Annoyingly stupid.

-But… He wasn’t expecting a decent looking one come to him and try hitting on him.

-He watched, slightly amused, as you stumbled over your words.

-“You’re a little black parade looking punk, aren’t you? Lookin. All tough. And like a punk. Very punky. Can I sit with you, punk? You’re. Cute punk. Yeah! I like punk stuff too, imma even gonna get this badass tattoo one day, man! Whoop!”

-He didn’t even manage to give a response before you sat down and promptly conked the fuck out.

-He didn’t really know what to do, and since he didn’t feel like getting mixed up in anything, he left the bar before any of your friends could question him.

-So when the two of you finally met in person, and you introduced himself, he just laughed for a while.

-“Do you not remember me?”

-After a brief explanation, he ended up laughing for a looong time with how red you had gotten. He actually joined Seven in teasing you.

anonymous asked:

Well, if hc requests are open, I've got an idea! The RFA + Minor 3, playing drinking games. What are their favorite games, and any highlights to be shared? Like, Never Have I Ever, Drink when X does Y, beer pong, etc?


*this turned into more gENERAL DRUNK HEADCANONS IM SORRY*


  • Terrible tolerance for alcohol
  • Meaning he gets plastered extremely easily and can’t even tolerate the taste like Vanderwood or Saeran can
  • “This tastes like nail polish remover…..” *squinting and grimacing and lord help the poor child*
  • For Never Have I Ever, Seven said “Never have I ever broken someone’s possession and not told them until months and months later” and proceeded to glare at Yoosung
  • Yoosung, of course, was the only one to drink 
  • He drank shamefully 
  • Because of his horrible tolerance, he usually doesn’t participate in drinking games unless Seven drags him into one
  • And by the end of the night he’s absolutely hammered, someone’s gotta help him walk cause he sure as hell can’t do it himself, and Seven’s usually laughing about it
  • He’s the sad and whiny drunk who starts to tell you about his childhood traumas with chia pets when you didn’t even ask


  • Usually stays with beer but is verrryy prone to getting sick along the night because of it; Beer before liquor, you’ve never been sicker. Liquor before beer, you’re in the clear.
  • And by the time Seven’s ready to drown him in shots, he’s usually already had beer. (You’ll notice that Seven is the “WOOOOOOO” guy at functions that involve alcohol)
  • So Zen prepares to hack it all up later and wake up with the worst hangover imaginable because he’s not gonna back down from a drinking game because he’s gotta prove his manliness so fINE SEVEN YOU WANT A CHALLENGE, MOVE.
  • Insanely good at Bite The Bag and Beer Pong
  • Has an average tolerance for alcohol? He won’t get slammed as easily as Yoosung but he’s nowhere near as tolerant as Jumin or Vanderwood
  • Zen is the happy, lovey drunk who just wants to be your friend (He is, shockingly enough, not the flirty drunk) “hhhey…hey..*hic* Where are we goin again..? OHHHH, upstairs” *drunken giggles* “forgoootttt” 


  • Usually doesn’t like to drink at all? She has a pretty good tolerance for alcohol but it’s just not her cup of tea. And usually Seven’s idiotic teasing and comments don’t get to her but sometimes..
  • “Woowwwww look at Ms. Jaehee Kang being the wet blaaannnket, probably cause she’s not good at the games mehhh meh-”
  • O h.
  • A switch is flipped and Jaehee may attempt to drink everyone out of the god damn table
  • She is also INSANELY competitive with all the games, no matter what they are; A drunk Jaehee isn’t a very different Jaehee but she will in fact become barbaric with her competitiveness
  • You can fight me on this if you want but Jaehee Kang is not a calm drunk
  • She is, however, horrified when she’s reminded of her actions the next day. 
  • “I…I said what..?” She won’t look Jumin in the eye for the next week if he saw how she had acted while hammered.


  • Amazing tolerance for alcohol
  • He doesn’t stray too far from wine; sometimes he and V will settle for soju, cheongju, sansachun, and maybe even makgeolli.
  • It’s very difficult to get Jumin to play any of the games but one of the games he’s amazing at is Straight Face. (clearly)
  • He’s terrible at Drunken Artists.
  • Usually rolls his eyes and shakes his head at Seven’s rowdy behavior, Yoosung’s tears, Zen’s constant lovey-ness, and is downright shocked at Jaehee’s drunken state. 
  • V always giggles when Jumin starts to pass the line of “tipsy”
  • It’s hard to tell for anyone except V when exactly Jumin is passing that line, but when he starts to actually get drunk, it gets a little obvious
  • He thinks waayyyy too deep into the simplest things and will talk about these things until he’s ready to pass out
  • He’s still straight faced, calm, and quiet, but he’s so baffled by the world. (almost like the Jaden Smith video; “sharks have been around for longer than trees……that one’s hard to believe but it’s actually true”)


  • Oh boy
  • The loud, obnoxious, overly confident, “WOOO” drunk
  • It’s almost like there’s no difference. You can only tell that Seven’s drunk because he can’t talk or walk properly when he’s heavily intoxicated. 
  • Loves ALL the games BUT he does have some favorites:
  • Medusa, Slip It In *loves trolling guests with this shit*, Revolving Ping Pong, and Concoctions *don’t play this with him he is MERCILESS*
  • Will probably tease you if you aren’t drinking or playing any of the games, however, he isn’t an ass about it. He only makes quick playful comments and it usually isn’t hard to tell that he’s only kidding. 
  • Now for his confidence
  • In his drunken stupor, Seven will most likely have to be talked out of doing ridiculously stupid things by his honey or by anyone who’s capable of convincing him. 
  • These can be things like:
  • Streaking around the neighborhood, climbing things he shouldn’t be climbing *especially when drunk*, drinking even more when he’s already annihilated, cooking *he always thinks he’s some sort of Gordon Ramsey protege when he’s wasted*, and many, many more.


  • The giggly, flirty drunk. (Who would’ve thought right)
  • V doesn’t usually get drunk; only if he’s drinking with his partner.
  • If he doesn’t have one though, then he’ll only get drunk if he’s with someone from the RFA, and even that isn’t very often.
  • But if Seven can manage to get him drinking then V is ready to be your pal
  • “awwhh..” *hic* “wook at how cuuuutee..heehee..”
  • The drunk who denies that he’s drunk
  • Terrible at literally every drinking game imaginable but, since he’s intoxicated, he just laughs it off.
  • Every. single. loss. 
  • “haha..did I winnn?!”
     “n..no, Jihyun..”
     “nnnnaaaahhh I think I wonnnn” or “awwwwhhhh that’s saddddd…eeee.” 
  • NOTHING can drag a drunk Jihyun down, he is so happy. With his S/O, that’s where the “flirty drunk” characteristic will come out. 
  • He’ll compliment you on absolutely everything through slurred words and honestly he’ll be having the time of his life. He isn’t wild, either. He’s a remotely calm drunk. (he’ll wake up with a killer hangover though) 


  • “leave me alone” drunk
  • It’s often a little hard to tell when Saeran’s drunk *he’s really quiet and calm. Zoned out maybe* but he’s usually the angry drunk. 
  • This isn’t to say he’ll go around picking fights with everyone at the party.
  • He’ll just get mad at literally…the dumbest things…
  • “Why the fuck is it looking at me”
    “Saeran that’s a succulent” 
    “like one of those demons that comes to fuck you in your dreams..?…holy shit…hey..”
  • *talks to the PLANT* 
  • He also probably has NO CLUE what’s going on half the time
  • You could be talking to him and fifteen minutes later he’ll slowly look at you like an old lady who isn’t wearing her hearing aid like “…oh did you say something…” 
  • Wins the award for “Most likely to befriend an inanimate object while blitzed”


  • Don’t even attempt to challenge him
  • Vanderwood usually only gets drunk if he’s having bad memories or he’s just feeling down that day, but
  • that’s not always the case. Either way, Vandy can slam drinks back like there’s no tomorrow. 
  • It takes a l o t to get this man drunk 
  • And he usually just sits there and people gotta check on him because he hasn’t moved for like ten minutes??? dude are you good???
  • Yes he’s good, he just zones out a lot when he’s drunk
  • It sometimes makes him really really tired and sleepy though.
  • He gets a little grumpier and is a bit easier to annoy than usual.
  • His alcohol tolerance is high while his tolerance for your bullshit gradually decreases with every shot that he takes. 
  • Sometimes, if you’ll listen, he becomes the Venty Drunk. He’ll tell you some personal shit from back in the day that is very intriguing but also woah why was that brought up.
  • Depending on your reaction, he might regret it the next day
Pillow Talking || Sam Drake X Reader

Imagine being woken up in the middle of the night by Sam Drake wasted drunk. He acts flirty with you in bed and pillow talks while a bit tipsy.


The stars aligned in the crisp autumn air as the full moon shined bright from above. Sweet thoughts filling my numb mind as I lay in bed, sleeping hard from a rough day at work. This moment was so blissful and relaxing that nothing could ruin it. Until I heard a rather loud bang-crash sound within the darkened bedroom. “Shit…Fuck!” I heard a voice whisper to themselves.

“Aw, I’m sorry, shit…Did I wake you up?” The man laughed, speaking a bit louder.

I roll over to my side and flip the light switch on, realizing it was Samuel. “Um-yeah you did.” I say squinting my eyes.

“Agh-Fuck,” He grumbled. “ I’m sorry darling. You were fast asleep weren’t you?”

“I was sweetie. I had a long day at work.”

“I’m sorry-”

“Sam? Are you drunk?”

“I am not drunk. I’m-I’m just feeling…pretty awesome!” He spoke nearly falling over his own two feet at the end of the bed. He soon laughed. “What’s up? Sexy butt?” He then chuckled some more. I give him a long stare and roll my eyes. “I am not drunk. I don’t get drunk. I’m just-”


“I only had like seven drinks, not even enough to get me drunk.”

“Okay, well you never tell me that I have a, and I quote ‘sexy butt’.”

“Oh I do-I so tell you that you have a sexy butt…even when I’m not drunk!”


“Its true though.” Sam stretched and sighed. “I like that wagon you’re dragging,” He giggled. “Okay so I might be a little-a little bit drunk. Just a tiny bit!” The Drake brother then walked over and grabbed hold of the sheets. “Here, scoot over. Because I am going to spoon the ever loving fuck out of you…How are you?” He giggled as he joined me in the bed.

“I’m alright I suppose?”

“Yeah I wouldn’t be too great if I was woken up by a drunk asshole either.”

“So you’re implying yourself?”

“Uh, I’m not talking about me. I’m just saying in general. ‘Cause I’m not drunk. In general I’d be annoyed it someone drunk woke me up.”

Sam laughed and smiled in that cute little way that he always does. “Hi…” He said which was then followed up with several kisses on my cheek.

“Samuel Drake you should stop. Honey you are drunk!”

“Ugh-but I’m not trying anything!” He whined. “I’m just kissing you because you’re cute.”


“And I like your tired voice…Its adorable, even if you’re the tinniest bit annoyed with me.” He laughed. “Hey, I am sorry I woke you up, I was trying to be quiet.” Sam sounding more serious.

“You knocked the table over that sits in the corner of the room.”

“It came out of nowhere. I don’t know where the end table came from, but it just kinda flew out at me.”

“Sam it can’t just move.”

“Tables move. I’m telling you. I think the house is haunted. Because there’s no way I bumped into a-a stationary object, tripped, and woke you up…Because I’m totally sober.”

“No you’re not.”

“I am! Look!” Sam said while climbing out of the covers and standing on top of the bed. “I can do-I can do-I can stand on one foot on the bed. Watch! Watch!” His plan was short lived as the Drake brother came tumbling down towards me. “So…maybe in the slightest way, I may be impaired.” He chuckled.

“Did you drive all the way home?” I asked, changing the subject.

“No, I got a taxi.”

“If you say you’re not that drunk, why didn’t you just drive?”

“Maybe I didn’t feel like driving. I just felt like taking a taxi. Oh and Nathan made it home safely. Haha, you think I’m drunk? You should’ve seen my little brother!”


“Oh you’re so warm.” He said while inching closer to me. How are you so fucking cute? Oh my god! I wanna like squeeze your cheeks until they fall off.“ He laughed. “You’re so cute! Come here!” He kissed me a few times on the lips.

“I swear you always get like this when you’re drunk Sam!”

“Come on.” He moaned. “Mmm…fine. I am sorry for waking you up, that was not my intention, but-ay-ay-but…No! I’m not talking about your butt, I’m saying the word ‘but’ B-U-T. But now that you’re awake, would you maybe wanna go sledding?” He laughed aloud.

“Sledding with no snow?”

“You can so go sledding when there’s no snow…it just hurts a lot more.”

“There’s no way you can go sledding sweetie.”

“Aw I want to go sledding!” Sam bickered like a little kid.

“It’s in the middle of the night.”

“So what if its night?”

“You can’t go sledding. It’s not the season yet for that.”

“I don’t care!”

“I’d rather cuddle than do that anyway.”

“Oh fine lets cuddle, cuddling sounds good…Just help me-get this off…because my shirt for some reason doesn’t-want to come off of me.” He struggled as I took hold of his brown t-shirt and yanked it off his body. “Almost got it. There we go!”

“I’m sorry I can’t get over how cute you are!” Sam spoke.

“Stop it.”

“I will not stop, you’re adorable and I like kinda wanna draw whiskers on you.”

“Really? What if I felt like doing it back to you?” I teased.

“You better no draw whiskers on my face when I pass out because then I won’t make you breakfast tomorrow.”

“Wait, breakfast?”

“Oh yeah I definitely plan on making you breakfast because I woke you up while you were sleeping and now I have to make it up to you…What do you want?”

“Um-I don’t know.”

“It could-whatever your choice. If I have to I’ll go like to Africa and kill an Ostrich or something,” He laughed. “Alright Ostriches are scary. Maybe something less scary like a Capybara.”

“What in the world is that?”

“A Capybara is like the biggest member of the rodent family. I saw one in person with Nate on our adventure to Madagascar.”

“What does it look like?”

“It is like this giant beaver looking motherfucker. They’re cute, but not as cute as you!” He hugged me tight and kissed me.

“Okay-okay I’m a little drunk…”

“Now you confess mister?”

“Okay so I’m totally drunk and like seriously you are so fucking cute right now.” He began to ramble. “How the hell did I get so lucky? You beautiful flower child you.”

“Flower child Sam?”

“I don’t know what I’m saying. I heard someone say that and I just had to throw it in there. I think it means you’re innocent or something. I don’t know. I have no fucking idea…Well you are innocent at least compared to me. My mind is in the gutter. At least right now.”

“You’re not wrong with that.”

“Alright well tomorrow I’ll show you what my gutter mind is all about,” He chuckled. “I know I’m being weird, but hey that’s what you signed up for when you met me.” Sam teased.


“Come here!” He begged me.


“Because I want to give you a kiss. Your lips are just so soft and I love it, and your neck, and your ear.” Sam moaned. “Tomorrow morning we’ll have some fun, but now its time for sleep. I’ll let you go back to sleep. Only under one condition.”

“What?” I question.

“You have to lay your head on my chest and let me cuddle you to pieces darling.”

“Alright. Deal.” I said as I inched closer to Sam’s body.

“You’re so warm. I love you. And I’m not just saying that because I’m drunk. I’m saying that because in all seriousness, I fucking love you so much. Its almost sad how much I love you.”

“I love you too! Even though you are tipsy at the moment.” I laugh.

“I’ll see you in the morning darling. Thanks for being you.” He whispered as he cuddled me throughout the night.

~The End~


Word count: 812

Pairing: John Shelby x Reader

Warning(s): none

Author’s note: I had way to much fun writing this. John is one of my faves. The endings a bit rubbish but I had to stop myself before I went too far haha

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It was a Friday evening and you’d had a stressful week at work. You were employed as a nurse at Birmingham General Hospital. You decided that you’d stop at your local pub for a drink before you went home.

So you headed to the Garrison, still in your nursing uniform. Your mother had always warned you away from this place, she said there were gangsters in there. Men worse than the bogeyman, and worse still than the men you’d heard stories about: the ones who simply took girls like you from the streets. You didn’t believe her, of course.
‘Gangsters in Small Heath?’ You thought as you entered the pub, ‘that’s not likely.’

You ordered an Irish whiskey and sat yourself down at a table away from the hustle and bustle of the bar. You popped your briefcase open on the table, just next to your drink, and began looking through your patients’ notes.

You must have gotten too distracted by your work because you didn’t even notice the handsome lad stroll out from the private room. He was actually meant to be going to the bar, but when he noticed you sitting alone, he couldn’t resist coming over to you. He sat across from you, smiling slightly with a cigarette between his lips. You looked up, sensing someone’s eyes on you.

“Are you lost?” You asked, giggling.

“No,” he replied, “I was just wondering why a lady so pretty as yourself was alone in the middle of a pub full of thugs.”

“I’m pretty sure I can handle myself around a few drunken men.” You held out your hand for a handshake. “I’m (Y/N) (Y/L/N).”

“John Shelby.” John chirped, a dopey grin on his face.

“Pleasure to meet you John.” You flirted shamelessly, it wasn’t often you met an attractive man on your night off.

“It’s always lovely to meet a nurse,” John winked, “you’re not scared of me then?”

“Scared? Why would I be scared of you?” You asked. Your innocence seemed so obscene that John was intrigued by it.

“I’m part of the Peaky Blinders gang. Are you new ‘round ‘ere or what then? 'Cause I’m pretty sure I’d know if I’d seen you before.”

“I’ve lived in Small Heath my whole life. I was homeschooled, so that’s probably why you’ve never seen me. I moved down to London for a few years to do my nurse’s training, mind. My mum always said it was dangerous 'round here.” You explained, fiddling with your cardigan.

“Sounds like a smart lady, your mum.” John chuckled. “She’s right, it is dangerous for pretty girls like you in Small Heath.”

“You tryin’ to make me feel like a damsel in distress, John Shelby?” You teased.

“That depends,” he replied, “is it working?”

“No. I’m not scared of you, or your little gang, at all actually.” You smiled sweetly.

“And why’s that?” John asked.

“Well, you’re over here chattin’ me up, aren’t you?” You giggled.

“Mm, that’s true.” John hummed, “want to come and meet my brothers, Miss (Y/L/N)?”

You ended up having a wonderful night. John’s brothers were lovely, maybe a bit menacing at first, but they were nice. John was a little bit handsy but you were too tipsy to care. At the end of the night, he walked you home and kissed you on your doorstep.

When you woke up in the morning, you found yourself unable to think of anything but that charming man. Little did you know, John was at home with his mind on you alone. He couldn’t seem to resist your innocence, or your determination to remain unafraid of the Peaky Blinders. John couldn’t stay away much longer; he dressed swiftly and walked to your house as fast as he could. He pounded on your door, pacing as he waited impatiently for you to answer.

You looked out of your bedroom window and saw John fidgeting on your doorstep. A hoard of butterflies bombarded your stomach while you jogged down the stairs and towards the front door. You swung the door open to reveal John, standing there with a stupid smile on his face.

“I’ve been thinking about you,” he teased.

“You have?”

“Yeah, I have. I’ve been thinking about taking you out.” He was so cocky and sure of himself, you couldn’t help liking it.  

“Oh, really? Do I have a say in this?” You asked, you were trying to be smooth but all you wanted was to kiss him.

“Of course, but don’t tell me you don’t want to go out with me because I know that’s not true.” John stepped towards you, hands on your waist, gently planting a kiss to your jawline. He leaned in close and whispered, “it’s not, is it?”

“Oh, God, no. It’s not.” You gasped, grabbing his hand and pulling him into your kitchen.

you're mine

Anon: please write some kickthepj smut please

Different Anon: Please write a makeup with either Dan or P.J. xx make it dirty and tipsy

A/N: Right, so i kinda altered the request a little bit but all i have to say now, is prepare for rough PJ. *bum bum bummm* - miranda

I stumble through my door, tripping over my extremely high heels, giggling at the voices in my head, and rewinding the memories of the warm night I just spent over and over again. One of my very close girlfriends is getting married and of course, we had a kickass bachelorette party. To be blunt, I was shit faced drunk and way too happy and horny at the moment. The half naked, ripped guys practically throwing themselves at me really got me going, but unfortunately couldn’t seal the deal. I didn’t tell PJ I was going to a strip club because I know he definitely wouldn’t approve, but what he does know won’t hurt him, right?

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anonymous asked:

so i've been reading all of your outlander meta lately and i love it so much, it really adds a new dimension. obviously this is a big request but since outlander (the first book) was from clare's perspective, do you think there are some passages before jaime marries her which are indicative of his interest towards her? he always seemed subdued to me but i'm not a careful reader

Thanks Anon. I’m thrilled you’re enjoying my old meta posts. I desperately want to write more but they take so long, I just don’t have the time to do as many of them as I did when I first started posting here on Tumblr.

I think there are a LOT of passages from the first book that show evidence of Jamie’s interest in Claire, even though they’re written from Claire’s perspective. One pretty good indicator is when Claire finds a way to explain his behavior as being due to something else––as evidence that he’s interested in Laoghaire or evidence that he sees her (Claire) as a friend, etc. Claire is heavily into denial at that point of the story, still intent of finding a way back to Frank and considering herself still very married to him. Acknowledging Jamie’s interest could be the first step to acknowledging her own interest so she tends to just shut both down at the source. Jamie also tends to downplay his obvious interest and turns a lot of his remarks towards jokes and general friendliness so he doesn’t scare Claire off. 

Luckily, the adaptation absolutely nailed conveying Jamie’s interest in Claire in most of these scenes so not only are you getting a few passages from Claire and Jamie’s greatest hits, there are a few gifs to go along with them. 

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simplyshelbs16xoxo  asked:

Ooh prompts you say? Can we combine a tipsy kiss with a laughing one? Hehe ❤

From this prompt post- https://writingwife-83.tumblr.com/post/164059902833/another-kiss-meme

Thanks!! I was so excited to start writing these lol! Here we have 6 and 7, tipsy and laughing kiss. Enjoy! 

And btw, I have 12, 17, 19, and 20 still to come! Stay tuned! 😉 

We Can’t Giggle

Sherlock very nearly went right through the door and onto the street in front of the pub as Molly followed after him, barely containing her laughter at his stumbling.

He put fingers to his lips in mock seriousness. “We can’t giggle, Molly.”

“Oh really?” Molly questioned, a laugh still sputtering out. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you be anything but graceful, so forgive me if a tipsy consulting detective is a bit amusing!”

“Tipsy? Pff!” Sherlock leaned on the stone wall outside the pub. “You’re the only one who’s tipsy!”

“And you had less than me,” she added with a little poke at his chest.

“Course I had less,” Sherlock countered, trying not to admit to himself that he was feeling lightheaded. “I was the one solving- observing! Someone had to keep the bartender talking.”

“Good thing you got what you needed because one more round and I’d have had to drag you out!” Molly leaned on the wall herself as she succumbed to laughter again. She stopped short a moment later though. “Wait…what did you find out anyway?”

Sherlock tipped his head in brief thought. “Do you know, at the moment…I can’t recall.”

That absolutely did it. The both of them completely lost it.

“It’s all up here!” Sherlock wheezed out amidst his hysterics while pointing to his brain. This only made Molly further dissolve in giggles.

There was something about Molly Hooper’s laugh. Something about seeing her lose control like this; red in the face and short of breath and tears springing to her eyes. Endearing didn’t even scratch the surface. Sherlock suddenly realized he felt warm all over, and it might not just be the alcohol and summer evening weather.

A few other people exited the pub, causing them to instinctively walk a couple paces further from the door in order to hide their admittedly childish behavior.

“Shh,” Sherlock attempted again, which only made her snort and double over.

She grabbed hold of his arm, steadying herself as best she could before straightening up. When she did, Sherlock realized that they were now only inches from each other.

“I c- I can’t s-stop!” Molly sputtered. “S-say something…serious!”

Sherlock could barely catch his breath as well, so he couldn’t very well come up with anything terribly serious to say at that moment. Instead, he simply leaned forward, colliding his open and gleeful mouth with hers.

The contact was brief, Molly pulling away a second later with a little smack. Both their expressions stilled for a moment, staring wide eyed at each other in something like question. But very quickly, Sherlock saw Molly’s lips twitch upward again. They both let out another short laugh.

“D-did you just…” Molly questioned, pointing at him and looking a bit amused in addition to shocked.

Sherlock nodded and wagged his head humorously. “That was me!”

Molly snorted again. “But why did you-”

“Dunno, I just leaned and-” Sherlock kissed her again.

“Just like that and-” Molly leaned in and kissed him back.

“Bit unexpected!” Sherlock said with another chuckle.

And somehow, as they continued babbling and laughing, the undeniable magnetism kept drawing them back in. The pattern went on for quite a while. Laughter, a few practically incoherent words, a kiss…more words, another kiss…more laughter, more kissing…and more, and more…

The next day at Bart’s, Sherlock strolled into the morgue with a spring in his step looking like a brand new man.

Greg grinned at the smiley detective. “I take it the case went well last night?”

“Oh it did,” Sherlock answered with a sideways glance at Molly. “Didn’t it, Molly?”

Molly blushed visible as she slipped some gloves on. “Absolutely…it was really good fun.”

“Fun?” Greg questioned, wondering if they remembered they were searching for a serial killer. “Really?”

“Mmhm,” Molly confirmed, exchanging a conspicuously flirtatious gaze with Sherlock. “I haven’t laughed that much in years.”


the-kryomancer  asked:

Here's a request please: Hanzo, McCree and Pre-Fall Reyes taking care of their s/o with a really bad stomach flu. I'm super sick with a stomach bug and I just need some fluff of my boys to make it all better.

(Hon, I know your pain! My stomach literally hates me. Also, I follow ur blog, love that content~)


As the old saying went, “in sickness and in health…” And this sickness was not pretty. Even still, Hanzo knew it was his duty to be there for his s/o, no matter how gross things were… His partner was hunched over in bed, puking into a bucket, cursing after every retch. Part of him felt a little guilty: it could have been the sushi he made for them the night before; he would have hated himself if he had given them food poisoning.

Sighing in pity, Hanzo entered their room, taking a seat next to them on the bed and rubbing their back. He held a tea mug which his s/o was eyeing suspiciously.

“I’m sorry, my love,” he mumbled sympathetically, “I hope this isn’t my fault,”

“It’s not,” they croaked, “Anyone can get the stomach flu–and it just so happens that it’s my turn,”

Then they proceeded to hurl into the bucket again, making Hanzo cringe. Continuing to massage their shoulders, he handed them the tea mug that they had been so curious about.

“This should help,” he explained, “Drink it slowly, and I’ll bring you a fresh mug every hour,”

“Every hour?” they whined, taking the mug and giving it a sniff, “What is it?”

“Rice water–with some honey and cinnamon,” he shrugged.

With a dubious look, they took a sip of the rice water, then crinkled their nose and shuddered.

“Not…bad?” they tried to be tactful.

“I know, it doesn’t taste very good,” he hummed, “But my father would have this made for Genji and I when we were younger,”

Then Hanzo smiled wistfully and chuckled, “Though he’d always tell the servants to mix in extra cinnamon for us,”

Realizing how important the old remedy was to him, his partner mustered up a smile themselves. Holding back a grimace, they took another sip of the rice water.

“Thank you, Hanzo,” they said sweetly and leaned over to peck him on the cheek.

Hanzo, however, did not hold back his grimace. He simply stopped their lips with his hand and chuckled, “Let’s wait until you’re better for that…”


[Name] already felt crappy enough, slumped over the toilet bowl, feeling like the end was neigh. But then McCree put the most putrid drink they had ever smelled in front of their face, and that made everything ten times worse…

“Ugh! What is that?” McCree’s s/o gagged at the icky looking swill.

“It’s a hangover cure,” he said simply, “Always works for me,”

“Hangover?” they echoed, “Who said I was hung over?”

“Well you did get a lil’ tipsy last night,” he shrugged.

“Not enough to give me a hangover,” they shot back, “This isn’t a drinking problem, Jesse, I’ve got the stomach flu. I must’ve picked it up at the bar…”

“You sure?” he asked, “You may have had more shots than you thought,”

Humoring him for a moment, his significant other took the cup from him and stared into the murky concoction.

“What is even in this anyway?” they asked bitterly.

“Olive oil, egg yolk, bit o’ tabasco n’ ketchup…” he mumbled awkwardly.

“Are you kidding me?!” they shrieked, handing the drink back to him, “Uh-uh! No way! Even if I was hungover, I’d never drink something that sick!”

“Haha!” McCree laughed and ruffled their hair playfully, “Ya shoulda seen what the Deadlock gang used to do for hangovers,”

“What’s that?” they grumbled.

“Boiled rabbit feces,”

“What the f–!” they started to exclaim, when suddenly they felt more bile build up in their throat.

Then they threw up into the toilet again. They weren’t sure if it was the rabbit poop story, or just the flu.

Pre-Fall Reyes

Gabe couldn’t braid hair like he had bragged he could. But his s/o just let him try anyway, and at least it felt nice having his hands in their hair. Earlier, they had pulled their hair back from all their puking, but the ponytail kept falling out. So Gabe offered to braid their hair, saying he was pretty good at it. He was decent at it, they supposed.

“I never want to see a piece of food for as long as I live,” [Name] groaned.

“I’m sorry, carino,” Gabriel cooed sweetly as he fumbled with their hair and lost half the braid.

“Where did you say you learned to braid?” they asked curiously.

“Urm, I didn’t,” he suddenly sounded embarrassed, “I uh, used to braid my mother’s hair…”

“Aaaw~” they squealed, “That’s so cute!”

“Yeah, well…” he shrugged, “Whenever she got sick, she’d ask me to braid her hair. I guess I’m a little rusty,”

His partner tried to imagine a young Reyes sitting obediently by his mother’s bedside, carefully braiding her hair as she hummed softly. He must have been a nice kid growing up. [Name] turned away from the toilet bowl towards Gabe and smile sincerely.

“She is lucky to have you then,” they said.

He just smiled bashfully and went back to their hair, “Heh, well I guess. She doesn’t have me anymore, though…”

“…I have you,” they whispered.

This time he looked back up at them and smiled back. He was starting to think about kissing them when [Name] suddenly doubled over and threw up into the toilet. Oh well, at least they had him.

–Mod Sirana

(Updated) Kristanna Fic List-September 2017

Well that took a while haha! Here’s my updated fic list! I didn’t even know I’d written this many fics!

Canon One Shots:

  • If Only- Anna begins to worry when Kristoff is late returning from an ice harvesting delivery. She wished she had told him something that she needed to admit before she left. Kristanna with some sisterly comfort. 
  • First For Everything- Kristoff and Anna’s first fight as a couple, how will they go about fixing things between them? 
  • Everything About Her- Kristoff loves everything about Anna, now he just needs to tell her. 
  • Dance Like No Ones Watching- Written for Kristanna Secret Santa: Kristoff just wants to give Anna one dance. 
  • Does This Look Silly?- Short prompt fill. Anna makes herself a dress and hopes Kristoff will like it.

Modern AU One Shots:

Multi Chapter

  • A Long Winter- Anna needs the help of Kristoff to be her fake boyfriend for a family party. Part One   Part Two
  • Twenty Proposals- Anna and Kristoff have been best friends since University, there’s just one problem. Anna is completely in love with her best friend and these proposals aren’t helping. [FF]

Kristanna Harvest Festival Week

Kristanna Week 2016

Moon talk

Lutteoficweek Day 2: „You’re my roommate and it’s way past midnight and you’re talking about how the moon must feel insignificant because it borrows light from the sun and this is all very interesting but will you please shut up and go to sleep?“

Thanks to @maybe-tiika for proofreading!

Have this quickly before I drown myself in studying for my exam in 10 hours

Something was different suddenly.

There was an arm rested around her shoulder and her head laid against something that felt softer than the pillow she had hugged previously. It moved too, up and down in a calm rhythm, while lulling her in with a scent that reminded her of Matteo and…

Luna shrieked up.

She found herself on the couch. The TV was no longer turned on and her roommate laid next to her, his eyes half closed, mouth slightly open. Rubbing her eyes, she tried to get rid of the tiredness lingering in her veins.

“Matteo?” Her voice sounded raspy, dry. Said boy grunted, then slowly let his gaze wander to her.

“What are you doing?”, she asked, “I thought you were already back and in your bed.” He shifted around until Luna wondered if she had imagined sleeping right in his arms. 

Something was off, not right about him. He moved lazily, less elegant than she was used to. “Nope, just got home”, he muttered. “Hey, hey, don’t give me that look, I just laid down, okay? And usually it’s you who interrupts my sleep, you owe me this one.” The words came slow, stumbling over his lips like a child learning to walk. He seemed more tired than typical for him.

“Wait, you met with your parents for dinner, right? How did that go?”, Luna blurted out.

No clues in his expressions hinted at how he felt. The only thing she noticed was a foggy layer clouding his usually sparkling eyes. She knew she shouldn’t pay it too much mind, she shouldn’t care and worry so much. After all, Matteo was an adult and able to handle himself.

“Well, how I expected”, he began, still in that lazy tone. “My dad is sure I’m wasting my life away, my mom doesn’t care and I wished I could have had more wine.”

Wait, wine?

“What? Matteo, are you – are you drunk?” Okay, he was an adult, but she wasn’t so sure about the rest anymore.

It made sense now, the glazed eyes, the dullness he spoke in, the loose laugh he let out now… “I might have had a tiny little bit too much wine, yes”, he admitted while he held his thumb and index finger up, mere millimeters away, “A tiny little bit.”

Luna shook her head in disbelief. So far, she had only experienced him in a tipsy state, never as drunk as he was in this moment. This time, he obviously had drunk much more than was good for him. “You know alcohol doesn’t help at all with your insomnia.”

Matteo groaned, “You know being sober doesn’t help at all with my parents.”

Without ever getting to know his parents she already had decided she didn’t like them. Matteo deserved better than them, and since she couldn’t change a thing about his family, she at least could give him a hug. She robbed closer again. “That’s a horrible coping strategy”, she muttered into his chest as she snuggled up.

His hand settled on her waist, right where her pajama top exposed some skin. The small circles he drew sent jolts of electricity all over her body. Why did he had to make her feel like she was drunk too?

“What was I supposed to do, the other one I usually have wasn’t there”, Matteo pouted. For a second, his touch faded, making Luna long for more immediately.

“Which one? Skating?”

“No, no. I’m talking about the mooooon.” A laugh slipped out of his mouth, and it was Luna’s favorite one: the one where he gave up all control, the one that came from his stomach and shook his whole body. The vibration reached her bones too, rattling her to the core. Even worse, she felt a blush spreading on her cheeks.

“Now you’re making the same lame jokes as Gastón”, she replied and hoped he failed to notice how breathless her voice sounded. She hated it, hated the effect he had on her, hated the pictures in her head that his words and his hands on her body painted. She was just a friend to him, those words didn’t mean anything.

Except maybe they did.

Except this time, it felt different, he felt different, as if the alcohol had rinsed out every filter, every barrier holding him back. Maybe this time, it meant something. Maybe something would finally happen.

“Shh, just let me enjoy this”, Matteo whispered, “I need it.” His other hand began playing with her hair, something Luna loved way too much, because he didn’t do it often enough and perhaps she considered purring like a happy kitten. “I need you.”

She couldn’t remember him being so open about needing anything, ever. The Matteo she knew plainly went for whatever he wanted. That’s why she allowed him to pull her closer, allowed him to put her legs over his hip so she laid on her side, in his arms.

“Was the dinner really that bad?”, she asked, fighting hard to stay awake. Apparently, she wasn’t the only one too tired to be sitting on a couch in front of the TV. “You have no idea”, he yawned. What if he fell asleep first, with her in his grip? If she had to guess, she’d say Matteo wasn’t the type to easily let go. “Anyway”, he began, suddenly more alert, “I just had an interesting thought. Wait, by the stars, Luna, why do you smell so good?”

She blushed. She blushed like a ripe tomato and she despised every single bit of it. She despised how he buried his face in the curve of her shoulders and how she felt his lips being so, so close. (Perhaps she didn’t despise her current situation at all…)

“Matteo, focus.”

Luna might as well could have told herself.

“Fine”, he mumbled before he took a curl of her hair and absently played with it. “Have you ever thought about how the moon maybe feels insignificant?”

Laying like this was dangerous, because it was too comfortable for her to be able to fight her closing eyelids. That’s why it took her longer to understand the meaning of his words. “What?” His hand started moving up and down on her waist now, shifting her attention away from the mess his fingers created on her head at the same time.

Matteo sighed. “Because it borrows light from the sun, you know. It doesn’t actually shine on its own.” Luna grinned into his shoulder or chest, she couldn’t tell for sure with her eyes closed, “Oh good, I thought you were talking about me.”

“Wow, this feels like a reverse universe, but not everything revolves around you”, Matteo giggled. Giggled. It sounded so outright cute and precious, she wanted to record it and listen to it over and over again. Why did he continuously find new ways to make her heart race?

“Except you decided you want to be Sol now”, he went on, oblivious to what went on inside her, “Then it would, and Gastón will love making puns about it, I mean, that’s twice the pun potential, but if I’m being honest, I like Luna much better and please don’t tell Gastón. Also…” She rolled her eyes and shut him up by putting her hand over his mouth.

Immediately, a switch turned on behind his eyes, and it filled them with a spark so intense it hurt. She looked away.

“Matteíto, you are not making any sense, so why don’t you go to sleep?”

“No, no, little moon, you can’t shut me up so easily, I am not done yet”, he argued, so offended that he pulled away from her, “So, I was talking about the actual moon. It just reflects and I don’t know, maybe it likes stealing all this light and laughs about us when we say how bright it shines at night. Or maybe it’s actually super self-aware.”

Luna interrupted, she had to: “Unlike you.” In return, Matteo poked her right where she was the most ticklish until she pleaded for mercy, “Haha, not funny. Where was I? Right, the real moon who’s not as mean as you. And maybe that moon is sad because it would love to shine on its own. Have you ever thought about that?”

“No, like every other normal person?”

Suddenly, his hands were gone, leaving her colder, incomplete, as if she somehow needed his touch to feel like herself. When she glanced up at him, he had his arms crossed while he whined: “Why are you so mean to me?”

“Because it’s way past midnight and you shouldn’t be talking about the moon, or to the moon…  and just go to sleep already!”

Matteo rested his chin on her head. “I can’t.” When she asked why, he grunted something indefinable. But then, he paused and as she discovered the mischievous glint in his eyes, she considered running to her room and locking her door. She knew this look, she knew to which part of him it belonged. “Except…”, he started and a second later she felt his arms wrapped around her, picking her up. Bride-style.

Was he on a secret mission to kill her?

“What are you doing? Just… just let me down! Matteo!” She tried to get out of his grip, but she might as well could throw cotton balls at him instead of her fists. He even had the nerve to laugh. “Shh, calm down, you’re waking the neighbors.”

He only let her down on his bed. His bed, where everything was soaked with his scent, where she for sure wouldn’t survive a whole night by his side.

“Can’t I sleep in my own bed?”, she protested, although she knew she’d give in eventually. When he looked at her like that, saying no became impossible. Damn those big brown puppy eyes.

“Pretty please?”, he replied with even bigger eyes.

She wanted to answer. She really did. However, drunk Matteo seemed to forget he shouldn’t get undressed in front of her, because in a blink his shirt landed on the ground next to his jeans. Luna swallowed. He looked good, too good. In no way could she stay here, she needed to come up with a way to get into her own room, where no Matteo in nothing but underwear distracted her from thinking. Hell, from breathing.

You’re just friends. Roommates. Totally platonic roommates. He doesn’t know what he’s doing.

“Matteo, shorts”, she coughed as he sat down on the mattress, still in underwear. Confused, he blinked a few times. “Shorts… yes, right. But little moon? No shirt, is that okay? It’s too hot.”

It was too hot indeed.

It was too hot in his room and he radiated heat like a sun, like her very own sun. She seriously considered pushing the blanket to the side. However, a shiver ran over her spine as his scent lulled her in, and it rushed down to the end of her fingertips. She hugged the blanket tighter.

The mattress gave in under Matteo’s weight as he laid down. Without a single glance in his direction Luna figured she needed more space between them, and at the same time she needed him closer. “Luna, you’re shivering”, his voice whispered into her ear before his arms embraced her, pulling her into his chest. “Let me help you with that.” She felt his bare skin through her top, his muscles – dear lord, his muscles – and she wished she could tell him how he didn’t help, on the contrary.

Within minutes, his breath stroked the skin on her neck in a calm, regular rhythm. Even unconscious he kept her trapped like a teddy bear. Carefully, she robbed away, just far enough to create the tiniest gap between them without disturbing him. This way, at least her back didn’t burn anymore from his touch. Luna belonged to that kind of people who moved too much to get cold a lot, but Matteo felt warmer than anyone else she knew.

A bit later, when his grip loosened, she realized it was now or never and shoved his arms away. Breathing finally got easier. However, her luck only lasted up to the moment where she swung her legs out of bed.

“Luna….”, Matteo murmured not as asleep as she wanted him to be, “No, stay, please, I need you.”

His words crept into her veins, straight to her heart. It beat faster than ever before, and if she was being honest to herself, she wanted to stay. Who knew how many more chances she’d get to be so close to him? And when this desperation tinted his voice, she couldn’t bear to disappoint him. So, she decided to stay and deal with her shattered hopes next to her broken heart later.

The next morning, she woke up with the sun shining into her face and when she tilted her head a bit, she found Matteo next to her, the most innocent smile resting on his lips, a view too nice to see first thing in the morning, too perfect to not be a dream. But it was real, and Luna would enjoy every second that this moment lasted.

Jesse's Dad (Harrison “Harry” Wells x Reader)

Summary: Reader sings to Harry in a drunken state.

Warnings: None


Tonight was S.T.A.R Labs monthly karaoke night. Everyone was excited except for you. You despised karaoke night. Not because you had to help Cisco set up the karaoke box including hooking it up to the speakers, or because you had to buy all the snacks and decorations.

Team Flash could never comprehend why you didn’t want to join them. After all the hard labor you put into making the night so magical. It just didn’t seem right. You only hated karaoke night because about two months ago you went to have surgery done and the only unexpected side effect had been that you’d become a light weight. Unlike the other girls at S.T.A.R Labs, you used to be able to hold your liquor, you would drink like Mick before you got even a little buzz.

Your childhood friends were Mick Rory and Leonard Snart. You were friends with them till they disappeared in the middle of senior year. But before that, one night in your freshmen year the two of them threw rocks up at your window. Told you they were gonna have some fun and wanted to know if you were in or out. That night the three of you traveled around town pickpocketing people and stole some booze and chips from a convenience store on sixth street. You toasted with them at the old run down, rusting park by your house.

That was the beginning of forever for the three of you. They taught you how to hold your liquor so it would be easier to pickpocket men who thought they were gonna get lucky. Leo’s sister even joined after walking in on him sneaking out through his window. But after they disappeared your morals changed rapidly. Even though you’re so different now you don’t doubt you’d go back to your old ways if asked to help with a heist.

You smirked at the thought of becoming a villain after all you’ve been through with Team Flash. “Y/N, you gonna stay?” Cisco asked beer in hand. You hadn’t noticed that everyone had already shown up. “Um… No, I’m gonna go… I just couldn’t remember where I,- bye guys have fun!” You hurried grabbing your purse and heading for the exit.

You bumped into someone spilling their beer onto your chest, the bottle shattering on the tile floor. “I’m so sorry,” Shaken you glanced up, it was Harry. “I thought you went to your room.” You sighed feeling relieved. “I didn’t think you’d be into this.” He smirked. “No, not really but I lost a bet to HR.” At the mention of his name, he approached the pair. “What about me?” He asked. “What bet?” You laughed glancing at the floor remembering the drink. You bent down to pick up the glass but Barry beat you to it. “Thanks.” You muttered.

“Oh, nothing.” Harry dismissed. “Okay, whatever you say.” You fixed your purse before heading out. “Wait!” Harry called. Turning around, “You’re not gonna stay?” He quizzed chasing after you. Shaking your head, “No, I never do.” He made an ‘O’ with his mouth. “Why? Do you want me to stay?” You raised a brow, smirking. “Aaaahhh… haha-!” Harry cringed at his own neediness. HR stepped forward. “I do.” He glanced at Harry. “All of us do. We’ve never heard you sing or seen you drink.” He smiled brightly, you signed. “Fine, I’ll linger a bit longer, but just once.”


It had been an hour and it was just as bad as you thought it would be. Everyone had sung at least three times, not counting you and Harry. You were on your first beer slightly tipsy. Harry watched you from a distance just starting his second, cheeks mildly red.

Setting your drink down when Cisco called you over to help him fix the speakers, the surround sound suddenly stopped working. Little did you know that HR put something in it.

When you returned to your drink you downed the rest and headed up to the category spinner to see what songs were going to be butchered by Caitlin. It read: Alternative Rock

This should be good.

“Alright Y/N I’ll give you fifty dollars if you go up and sing.” HR proposed after five songs. “Doubtful, you even have a dollar.” You scuffed. Stumbling back to rest on Cisco’s desk. HR smirked. “Actually,” He pulled out a roll of money. “I have half a Gino.” He set it on the desk proudly. “Don’t talk like that, you’re not from my hood.” You growled pocketing the money, not sober enough to check if it was legit. Caitlin stepped down from the small stage. You walked up and grabbed the mic. Everyone clapped. Barry clapped loudest and shouted “Finally!”

You scrolled through the songs till you found the perfect one.

The lyrics popped up on the screen that faces you and the one facing the team.

Stacy’s mom has got it goin’ on [4x]

You sang gripping onto the mic and stand.

Stacy, can I come over after school? (after school)
We can hang around by the pool (hang by the pool)
Did your dad get back from his business trip? (business trip)
Is he there, or is he trying to give me the slip? (give me the slip)

You know, I’m not the little girl that I used to be
I’m all grown up now, baby can’t you see

Team Flash looked at you confused by the sudden word change.

Jesse’s dad has got it goin’ on
He’s all I want and I’ve waited for so long
Jesse, can’t you see you’re just not the girl for me
I know it might be wrong, but I’m in love with Jesse’s dad

You sang smoothly. Harry choked on his drink, dry heaving HR patted his back firmly.

Jesse’s dad  has got it goin’ on [2x]

Jesse, do you remember when I mowed your lawn? (mowed your lawn)
Your dad came out with just a towel on (towel on)
I could tell he liked me from the way he stared (the way he stared)
And the way he said, “You missed a spot over there.” (a spot over there)

Harry and the other stood wide eyed at you, mouths agape.

And I know that you think it’s just a fantasy
But since your mom walked out, your dad could use a girl like me
Jesse’s dad has got it goin’ on
He’s all I want, and I’ve waited for so long
Jesse, can’t you see you’re just not the girl for me
I know it might be wrong, but I’m in love with Jesse’s dad

The small audience glance at Harry who stood off center in the crowd was just as awestruck, staring at you wide-eyed mouth hanging open.

Jesse’s dad has got it goin’ on (he’s got it goin’ on)
He’s all I want and I’ve waited for so long (waited and waited),
Jesse can’t you see you’re just not the girl for me,
I know it might be wrong…

I’m in love with Jesse’s dad, oh, oh
I’m in love with Jesse’s dad, oh, oh (wait a minute)
Jesse can’t you see you’re just not the girl for me,
I know it might be wrong, but I’m in love with Jesse’s dad

When the song ended you stepped down from the stage and grabbed your purse. “Well, Thanks for tonight!” You hollered as you slightly stumbled out the Cortex.

Harry stumbled out after you as if he had been pushed. Which he was. Running down the hallway after you once again. “Y/N! Wait!” Once he caught up to you, he puffed out a heavy breath, “You-you, di-did you mea-” You raised up, lips hovering over his. A breathy, “Yes,” was heard before your lips met.

The following morning you woke up in someone else’s bed, in someone’s arms. Not remembering what happened last night you glanced over your shoulder to the shirtless man. “Yes.” You smiled resting your head back onto the pillow.

Torn – Part 4

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A/N: This is kinda’ a filler as well, to collect some things before more exciting things happen. I hope you’re enjoying the story so far!

Summary: After your breakup with Seokwoo, you get the help of Taeyang to forget about him. The feelings are still there though, making you torn between a sweet ex and a passionate boyfriend.

Word Count: 1,6k

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You hadn’t thought much more of the missed phone call that day. Not until you were in the library to pick up a book for your literature class. You were currently working on Shakespeare and had to choose one of his plays to analyse. Being the hopeless romantic you were, you chose Romeo & Juliet. You grabbed the book from the shelf and started flicking through the pages. It was then you heard his voice. It was Seokwoo, standing at the other side of the aisle. He was talking to Sanghyuk about some arts assignment he had to do, but he was really lacking inspiration. Seokwoo’s friend-group was put together by so many different people. He majored in visual arts, and then Taeyang of course did dance, Inseong studied law and Sanghyuk studied marketing or something. Almost everyone did different things, all fitting their personalities.

You tried walking past them without being spotted, but you heard your name being called.

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anonymous asked:

Hello^^ can i ask for a seungkwan scenario where one of you cheats? Haha i love angst and drama lol

so I think I said something about these being around 1k in length… well. anyway, I hope you like this! ♥

That morning was, if anything, the worst you had ever woken up to. Your head was pounding, and as you looked around yourself through squinted eyes while holding your head, your insides twisted.

You had no idea where you were, nor did you know who the man next to you was.

What was a lot easier to tell was why you were only wearing a bra, and even that was almost off, but having that knowledge only made your insides twist more.

What have I done?

With that one thought running through your head again and again, you got up from the bed, noticeably smaller than the one you shared with your boyfriend - oh, God, you were nauseous - and grabbed your skirt from the floor on your way to what you assumed was the bathroom. Wherever your panties were, you couldn’t tell.

As soon as the door was closed and locked behind you, you felt the anxiety, shame and regret within you spread all over. You felt like you were suffocating, you felt hot and cold at the same time, and your breathing was shallow and fast and you felt like throwing up, all at once.

You could barely get yourself to the sink steadily, your skirt still in your hand, and you turned the tap on. Tears streamed down your face as you put the skirt on and bent down so that you could wash your face. If it only could’ve washed away the whole previous night, which was coming back to you little by little.

Going to the club had been your friend’s idea, an idea you picked up because you had to let it loose after three full months of nothing but happy domestic life with your boyfriend, the sweetest young man you had ever encountered. More tears escaped your eyes when you thought about him, the way he had smiled happily and kissed you goodbye in the evening, saying that he hoped you’d have fun.

And fun it had been, at the time. You and your friend had gotten tipsy, then drunk, and at some point dancing together with her had turned into dancing with a guy behind you and another behind her. And whether it was the alcohol in your blood or some subconscious need, the hands on your hips and then on your chest didn’t bother you, nor did the obvious erection pressing into your lower back.

In all honesty you didn’t remember all that much about what had happened after you had left the club, and you didn’t really want to know, either, but a couple of things were obvious: you were not with your friend, and you had slept with someone else.

While in a perfectly happy, functioning relationship.

You let out a heavy breath and turned the tap off so that you could dry your face; you didn’t dare to touch a towel, so as unglamorous as it was, toilet paper had to do.

There was a knock on the door, which almost made you fall over in surprise.

“Are you in there? I kinda need to pee.”

Swallowing hard, you took the few wobbly steps you needed to reach the door and opened it. Your attempt of avoiding eye contact was futile, because when the first thing you saw was defined abs, your eyes immediately moved up to a pair of chocolate brown eyes.


You shook your head quickly and got out of the bathroom before letting the man in. The time he spent in there, you looked around the somewhat messy bedroom of a two-room apartment in search of the rest of your clothes. Your shirt was on the back of a chair by one of the walls, and much to your surprise you saw your jacket hanging neatly on a hanger. As for your panties - you’d rather not know why they were near the door, clearly being the first thing to have come off you the previous night right after your jacket.

By the time the guy was back in the bedroom, you were more or less fully dressed and trying to tame your messy hair. He leaned against the door frame with a small smile.

“Thanks for last night,” he said casually, clearly either completely oblivious to or just dismissing your obvious emotional turmoil. You shook your head again, your fingers fiddling with the hem of your skirt.

“I’m… this was a mistake,” you managed to say, your eyes meeting his. He shrugged, and the smile on his lips faded slowly, his eyes now looking more sympathetic than cocky. For some reason you could tell this wasn’t the first time he was in such a situation.

“That happens.”

You gave him a small nod, barely able to keep the tears in. “Um… A-any idea where my purse is?”

The man pointed at one of the two chairs by the dining table in his small kitchen, where you could easily see what you were looking for. You thanked him quickly and grabbed the bag before going to the coat rack. Once your shoes and jacket were on you, you turned to look at the guy one more time.

“Well… I’ll get going.”

He lifted his hand in a small wave and nodded. “Bye, and I’m sorry.”

You shook your head once more before closing the door. With it shut behind you, you fished for your phone in your bag and felt your heart drop even further into your stomach.

0:28am Any idea when you’ll come home? Should I wait up or not?

2:01am Y/N it’s 2am and I’m getting a bit worried

2:35am I guess you’re at Y/F/N’s… Good night honey, see you tomorrow ♥

9:27am Good morning sunshine! Give me a message when you’re on your way, I’ll make some pancakes

“I don’t deserve you,” you mumbled with your eyes watering as you typed Seungkwan a quick ‘I’m on my way’. The ‘Ok ♥’ you got back only made you sigh.

The way home felt exactly like what it was - a walk of shame, and a bad one. Of course, you knew you didn’t exactly look fresh, but on top of that you felt like everyone’s eyes were on you; like everyone knew you had just cheated on your boyfriend.

Which they naturally didn’t, but it didn’t stop you from feeling that way. It felt like you had Cheater written on your forehead or something.

In the hallway of your apartment building, you took several deep breaths, knowing full well that the worst was only coming. You hadn’t even given much thought to whether you should or shouldn’t tell Seungkwan, but you supposed you didn’t even need to - your consciousness was far from clean, and he deserved so, so much better than something like that being hidden from him.

So, what you had coming up was breaking the news to him.

And it would break not only you, but him.

You bit down on your lower lip and got your keys out of your purse. They clinked in your shaky hand as you brought your home key to the lock and opened the door. The smell of fresh pancakes had never made you feel as guilty as it did in that moment.

Seungkwan popped out of the kitchen doorway, his cheeks a bit flushed, presumably from the heat from the stove, and wearing a red apron with some text on it. He was smiling brightly, yet all you could give him was a tired, forced one.

“Hey, you’re here!” Seungkwan stated the obvious, visibly delighted to see you, and smiled softly at your horrendous state. “Rough night?”

At that, you broke down. Rought night would be an understatement.

Seungkwan’s face fell when he saw your features contorting, tears rolling down your cheeks and heard you sob. 

“Y/N, is everything okay? Did something happen?” he asked in concern, immediately untying the apron and taking it off. You wiped your cheeks and let your purse fall to the floor as you shook your head. Seungkwan took you in his arms and shushed you softly, one hand stroking your still rather messy hair and one rubbing slow, soothing circles into your back. He pouted. “Come on, talk to me.”

You shook your head and let your arms slide down and eventually wrap around Seungkwan. He felt so warm and safe, as always, and you hated it. You didn’t deserve it - didn’t deserve him.

“I need to tell you something,” you mumbled after a good while of just being there in his embrace and waiting for the biggest wave of emotions to calm down enough for you to talk. He nodded, and you could feel it from the way his cheek moved against the side of your head. Before he was able to ask any further questions, you moved your gaze to the couch in the living room that was slightly visible. “I think we should sit down.”

“I’ll go get the pan off the stove,” Seungkwan said timidly, by now more than aware of the seriousness of the situation and the tenseness of the atmosphere. While he did that, you took off your jacket and shoes and got on the couch, fiddling with your fingers. 

Soon he was sitting on the armchair next to the couch, and you were hugging your legs tightly as you just… said it.

“I slept with someone else.”

Seungkwan didn’t move for what felt like an unnaturally long time. He barely even blinked, as he just stared forward blankly, barely able to breathe. Eventually he allowed his lids to fall down and lowered his head into his hands. You chewed on your lower lip.

“I’m so sorry…”

“Why are you telling me this?” he asked, not raising his head, and just swallowed hard around the lump in his throat. Your eyes watered again.

“You’re too good to be lied to,” you said with a broken voice and sniffled while wiping your tears away. “I didn’t want to… to hurt you any more than this.”

He nodded, although it was barely visible to you. With a deep sigh, Seungkwan slowly lifted his face, his hands dragging down his cheeks a little. The sparkle his eyes usually had was gone when he turned his gaze to you. “So, what kind of a reaction were you expecting?”

Startled, you shrugged and lowered your gaze. “I-I don’t know. I just wanted to tell you that.” Seungkwan nodded slowly, holding his tongue in order to give you a chance to continue, and you dug your nails into your legs lightly when you looked at him again. “The damage has been done, but I just… just really want you to know that I love you more than anything else and that I didn’t mean to do it. But… I’m also not blaming anyone but myself. I regret it, more than I can put into words.”

Seungkwan’s eyes were shining with tears, too, as he watched you break out into sobs. “I know. …I think. But why did you do it?”

You shook your head and ran your shaky fingers through your hair. “I don’t know. I was stupid and I had had way too much to drink, so I… did it. And I wish I hadn’t.”

“I wish you hadn’t, too,” Seungkwan stated sadly and tore his eyes away from you. He frowned, and his voice was stuffy with tears when he spoke again. “Have I kept you home too much? Or have I been too clingy? It was your first time out without me in a while, and I–”

“No, God, no,” you hurried to say and let your feet off the couch so that you could sit closer to Seungkwan. You were about to take a hold of his hand, but he moved it away almost unnoticeably. It made your heart ache, but you tried to not let it show. “Please don’t blame yourself. You’ve done absolutely nothing wrong, you’ve been the best boyfriend I could ever wish for. I was stupid and it had nothing to do with you, I swear.”

Seungkwan nodded again. He had tears on his cheeks when he tilted his head while frowning. “I’m trying to understand, I really am, but I… I just don’t get why you cheated if I haven’t done anything.”

Your lips were trembling as fresh tears fell from your eyes. Your chest felt so tight that it was painful. “I’m so sorry, Seungkwan.”

He shook his head and let out a shaky sigh, rubbing his eyes a little. You sat in silence for around three minutes, which felt a lot more like thirty. Letting out a deep breath, you sniffled. “So… what do you think we should do?”

Seungkwan shook his head as a sign that he had no clue, his eyes aimed out of the balcony window. The day was beautiful, yet he felt like it should’ve been raining. After another minute of silence, he straightened his back. “I don’t know. I don’t particularly want to break up, but I… also can’t really see you the way I did, say, an hour ago.”

With your eyes welling up with tears again - your head was aching already - you nodded. “…I get that.”

He got a soft smile on his lips as he turned his face to you, trying to appear somewhat cheerful but failing miserably. “How about a break? For us to figure things out.”

“A break,” you repeated, the word sinking in with your heart dropping a little. You nodded. “That’s… yes. A break.”

Seungkwan sighed. “So, um, do you think you could… move out, for a while, at least?” Before you were able to answer, he continued hurriedly. “If you can’t, it’s okay, I can do that, too, it’s just–”

“Seungkwan,” you said quietly, and effectively got his attention. “It’s fine. I’ll move out.”

He nodded, and after some more quiet words about the unsure future ahead of the two of you, you finally moved to the kitchen and had some pancakes.

After only a forkful, Seungkwan placed his cutlery down and looked at his pile of pancakes with tears streaming down his face much more freely than earlier.

“It’ll be so lonely without you. I will be lonely without you.”

His soft, broken voice and the whole situation in itself had tears on your cheeks again, too.

“I know.”

While he broke into helpless sobs, you moved to sit next to him.

And this time, when you wrapped your arms around him and held him tightly, he didn’t pull away.

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Great Scott, Barry! (Chapter 6/9)

“So, you come here often?”

“Not really, I’m- hey.” Past Barry stops mid-sentence as he turns to see who’s trying to hit on him. “I know you. From earlier today, right?”

“Oh right, hey!” You feign surprise at this ‘chance’ meeting. “Sorry about that, you just look exactly like someone I know.”

“It’s cool,” he says. Past Barry takes this time to subtly check you out. “Uh… are you here alone?”

That’s right, time to reel him in!

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lemontictacs  asked:

This is the dumbest thing ever but imagine playing just dance with the overwatch characters, who is bad, who completely nails it and who would lure the person they like into a sexy dance with them? I'm sorry this is so dumb

Haha! I don’t think it’s dumb at all. I think it’d be kind of cute actually! I won’t be able to put in everyone, but I’ll take this opportunity to write about some characters I haven’t written much for yet :)

Everyone is probably gathered up because Lúcio and D.Va planned to show them what Just Dance or whatever the equivalent game for them would be. Obviously those two are the best because they’ve practiced, but there are some really surprising contenders!!

Like Reinhardt and Torbjörn!!!! !!!!!!!!! They might not get very good scores in the game, but they certainly know how to dance in their own style. Their kind of tipsy/drunk energy is contagious too; they’re most likely to get everyone up and dancing by being boisterous. Forget the game, just do your best! If you’re thinking of sitting out, forget it, because Reinhardt is 100% going to pick you up like you’re a feather and swing you around hahaha.

Mercy needs some coaxing, but she does try it, as long as you’re there with her playing on some easy songs first. There’s lots of embarrassing giggling, but Mercy is pretty on point with following instruction and stuff. She doesn’t play for long, but she at least gives it a go. The doctor is a most gracious dance partner!

Mei is waaay to embarrassed to try, but she’s always humming along to the songs and sometimes singing them to the best of her ability. Her accent makes it so cute you just want to smooch her adorable face when she blushes at your comments.

Pharah is really, really resistant in jumping up to give it a go because she’s really scared of making a fool of herself, but you manage to convince her. She’s actually pretty good at more of the technical moves and it’s not as if she’s completely uncoordinated and off the beat. She actually has a lot of fun despite her original hesitation and it puts her in the mood to go clubbing (where she would totally sexy dance with you btw, after a few shots)! Hahah

Zarya just gets right into it. She’s also surprisingly good, but in a way that she’s not very good at the easier and slower song and just amazingly good right away at the harder songs???? You think maybe it’s because of the energy and it gets her hyped up. She’s also the one who tries eventually just gives up and dances with you because she thinks you dance really cute.

Genji actually decides to sit out, but surprisingly it’s Zenyatta that steps up to the plate! He actually doesn’t do well in the game, but WOW UMM HE HAS SOME COOL REALLY COOL MOVES, especially with his orbs and the movements of his arms, hands and digits (and his transcendent limbs too). He has his own super cool spiritual style and surprises everyone with what he can do.

Junkrat is like WOW REALLY SURPRISINGLY GOOD AT THE GAME? He actually manages to get close to one of D.Va’s scores? You all think maybe he didn’t quite get there because his prosthetic jolts his movements out a little bit; not that he can’t move or that it looks awkward, but the game only registers some pretty precise movements sometimes (it’s kind of unfair tbh). Junkrat doesn’t doesn’t give a flying fuck though, he loves some of the songs. He is definitely the kind to pull you into his arms and try and make you dirty dance (maybe a little too literally, you get soot all over your clothes) with him. It’s hilariously fun!! <33

Roadhog doesn’t really dance. He just stands there with Junkrat going off the chain nearby, but you see him tapping his foot or nodding his head to the beat of the music. You figure its because he’s a bit shy or something. Junkrat is adamant about how ‘Roady is mad at the Haka! You gotta do it, mate. It’ll scare the pants right offa ‘em!’. At the end of the night, Roadhog does oblige in showing the cultural dance. He doesn’t say anything about it, but it nets him a round of applause because it’s both terrifying and inspiring!!

It’s a pretty successful night in the end, even if the game is completely forgotten after awhile haahha!


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No Broken Hearts In The Club

[Request] Anon said: Can you do 6,7, and 34 from your list with Oliver Queen? Love your work! 😘❤️

[Summary] The reader is part of Team Arrow and they go clubbing with Team Flash after a big victory.

[Prompts] 6. Wait, are you jealous?” - 7. “I don’t need your protection” - 34. “Three words, eight letters, say them and I’m yours.”

[Pairing] Oliver Queen x Reader

[Universe/Fandom] Arrow, Flarrowverse, Arrow Fandom

[Warnings] uh grinding.. ö

[A/N] i hope you enjoy this anon! i really liked writing it haha. p.s. i know the title is a song lyric, but it’s not really affiliated with the song. i was just thinking and it popped into mind

I stare at myself in my hotelroom’s full
length mirror. I had on a little black dress, a full face of makeup, and my hair curled. Tonight, I would be going to a club at Downtown Central City with the rest of the team along with Barry, Cisco, and Caitlin. I was planning on letting loose and having the time of my life after just having a horrible week hunting a meta who could control people’s minds.

I walk out of my hotelroom and down the elevator to the parking lot where Oliver was waiting to take me to the club. We would just be meeting everyone else there.

“(Y/N), you look stunning,” Oliver gasps. I roll my eyes at him as he stood their with his mouth hanging slightly open.

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anonymous asked:

In a modern day AU, how would MC meet Ieyasu, Saizo, Hideyoshi and Shingen?


  • Ieyasu: You meet him as your boss when you get a new secretary position; you’re working with a member of the National Diet, and Tokugawa-san is a man with many connections and branches of influence in the political world, despite his young age. His public face and demeanor are sickeningly sweet, and you’re almost fooled by it until you are alone in a room with him. You’ve always known all politicians were the same, though, so you take small pride in the surprise on his face when you stand firm against him (though it is short-lived). You do not realize now that you are going to be his most trusted (and only true) confidante, but you at least know he’s going to work you dry.
    • “It’s been a long time since someone’s been enough of an idiot to talk back to me… but you might need it, if you’re going to survive in this world. If you’re this impudent, then I expect you to at least put that sharp tongue of yours to good use; I’ve no need for assistants who don’t produce results, now do I?”
  • Saizo: You’re an editor for a publishing company, and they’ve suddenly assigned you to a notorious author all of your co-workers know under his many pen names. Editors never last long with him, and it feels like he goes through at least three per book he finishes. You’re not looking forward to it, but you get things done; troublesome client or no. You manage to get through your first meeting with Kirigakure-san in one piece in a rather professional manner, much to your surprise. You feel that perhaps his actual person has been greatly exaggerated, until you ask him apprehensively about the unreadable smirk on his face. You learn quickly that he likes to play games, and you have to keep your poker face as strict as you can (and it falters frequently, much to your dismay).
    • “I’m not really the type to comply with all of your requests, Miss Editor; which is a mistake all of the previous ones have made time and time again. On the contrary, I might not listen at all if you don’t have the composure for it. But you’ve managed to get through this in one piece… Think yourself prepared, little lady?”
  • Hideyoshi: You’ve had a long ass day at your job and you need a damn drink. Your coworkers almost tag along, but you escape their clutches so as to enjoy the alcohol all on your own, because they don’t need to see you drunk (you’ve only had this job for a half a year now, you fool). The bar is new, and so is the nice fellow serving your drinks, so you find yourself a little tipsy in your new environment; and before you know it, you’re spilling just about every life complaint you have at the poor bartender mixing your third martini. His name is Hideyoshi and he’s nice to you and listens, though–even calls you a taxi so you don’t stumble home by yourself–and you might’ve forgotten all about him if you didn’t forget your wallet at the bar. You rush back there the moment they open and you’re greeted with him waving it right in front of your face when you walk in.
    • “Man, you’re pretty scatterbrained for how talkative a drunk you were. You’re lucky it was just me; someone might’ve stolen it, y’know! … Oh, don’t give me that look, I’m just messing with you. I can keep a couple secrets about how nasty you think your boss is, but… only if you promise to come see me here on another Thursday night. Deal?”
  • Shingen: You’re continuing on in your life in the laborious tasks of a typical office worker, but the new company your working at feels a little off compared to the past two. You don’t pay attention to the shift in environment at first, because you mostly just want to be left alone to do your job, but everybody here is very, very friendly; and you soon figure out why that is when you’re called up to meet your company’s CEO. He commends you on a good first month, commenting on how well the numbers in your department have gone up due to your hard work. You’ve never really had someone in such a high position actually recognize all the small things you do for your team, so you’re not entirely sure what to do with yourself at first; Takeda-san doesn’t really give you time to respond, either, as his boisterous laugh seems to fill the room again when he decides to bring up the dumbfounded look on your face. 
    • “There’s no need to be so tense, not here. See, my goal has always been to treat my employees well–like family, even–so you shouldn’t be so taken aback that I’d like you to know when you’re doing well. I like hard workers, though you’re a bit no nonsense, aren’t you? … What, dissatisfied with that answer? Haha! Calm yourself, this is my way of showing appreciation; I look forward to seeing what you can do for me in the coming future.”
Blooming in love

A cute story on how you met Orlando Bloom and fell in love! 
Frankly there just isn’t enough Orlando Bloom stories. 

The first time you met it was far to fleeting for both of you. You had started a job as part of the cast for TV’s Sherlock and you had finally gotten over your initial shock of meeting all the actors. Amanda Abbington had quickly taken you under her wing and showed you the ropes whilst you got extremely well with Martin and Benedict. However it was time to shoot the second episode of season five and you only had a few lines in this one which meant you had the better part of two weeks off. It was whilst you were shooting your scene with Benedict and Louise Brealey that you caught sight of him. A short glimpse as he walked along side Mark Gatiss. Your heart skipped a beat at being so close to the man you had had a crush on since you first saw him in Pirates of the Caribbean. Orlando Bloom had been given a part in this episode being the murderer. Benedict had to nudge your arm to get your attention. You had missed your cue and your line stopping the take. The director gave a soft sigh and told everyone to reset the scene. Embarrassed you hid your face in your hand for a moment.
Eventually the director called cut, checked the gate and sent you all off. You were done with your filming for this episode but you weren’t leaving the set just yet. You and Lou had plans to go out that evening so you hadn’t seen the point in going off to just come back when she finished her shift. So you found yourself wondering over tot he cafeteria tent and grabbing yourself a small plate of food. one of your friends in the crew beckoned you over to her and you sat down thankful to not have to sit alone. The two of were laughing hard when you heard the gentle voice begin.
“Hi you’re (Y/N) right? You play Tilly?”
Your breath caught in your throat so you just nodded at the dark haired man standing next to you. He had a tray filled with food.
“Do you mind if I join you?” You shook your head and he slid into the seat beside you.
“Hi I’m Orlando Bloom.”
“Yeah I know.” You said slightly out of breath. He grinned and stuck a forkful of food into his mouth. Your friend decided to slink off and leave the actors to it. Orlando and you chatted about the show for a while until he was called to set.
You didn’t get to see him again that day as Lou finished soon after and the two of went out.
When the filming for the last episode started you were back on set, your part was taking a larger role in this one so you spent most of your time in London with everyone. You all joked about the last series and Martin brought up about how he had loved working with Orlando again. It had been far too long since the end of the Hobbit. You mentioned about meeting him at lunch and how you wished you could have spent more time with him. Amanda gave Martin a knowing look, the kind of look that communicates so much without saying a word. The pair had always been able to do it, have whole conversations between the two of them and never actually speaking. You guessed that was just something that happened when you were in love and with someone for so long. The next thing you knew Amanda was sending you a text.
My place this Saturday we’re having a party and you’re coming! love A
You laughed as you sat down in the living room of you apartment in London.
“Did you get Amanda’s text?” Lou asked sipping the tea you had just placed in front of her.
“Yeah. I take you’ll be there?”
“Looks like we have no choice, haha.”
You hadn’t spent a lot of time on your looks that night just your normal party make-up and a nice top with some skinny jeans and a pair of heels. It was a house party right? So no need to get too dolled up. Amanda had been fairly quiet about the party and you had no idea who else would be there other than Lou, Benedict and his wife, Martin and Mark and a few others. Martin had said that some of the Hobbit cast would be there but you hadn’t thought about it too much after that. Well at least you had tried not to. The nerves you felt at meeting some of the people you had idolised for the last few years was getting to you a little bit so you quickly downed a shot or two of whiskey. Your phone buzzed with a text from Lou saying she was waiting outside in a cab. You bolted down the stairs to the front door and out into the wind. It was mid February so the air was still chilly but you had forgone a jacket. Lou looked super pretty with her hair curled and swept over to one side. You silently chastised yourself for not doing more with your own. You had blow-dried it and left it down but that was it. The drive over to Martin and Amanda’s was filled with giggles as the two of you imagined who would be there. When the taxi pulled up the two of you paid half each and slid back out into the cold. You had always loved Amanda’s place in London and you couldn’t wait to get back into the familiar surroundings. The door was opened by Mark Gatiss, he already had a glass of red wine in his hand and the rosy tint to his cheeks gave away his slightly tipsy self. He greeted you both with smiles and hugs and pulled you into the house. He grabbed your hand and practically dragged you to the kitchen where Amanda was stood doing some last minute food. She called for Martin who got you both drinks and then escorted you into the living room. It was filled with people, actors to be exact, some you knew and some you didn’t. Across the room your eyes met with his almost instantly and Orlando sent you a shy smile before you were accosted by Benedict’s arms. You had been warned the first time you all went out that he got huggy when he was drinking and he lived up to that. You felt yourself being enveloped by his long arms before you really understood who it was. Sophie managed to pry him off you and said hello herself. You loved his wife almost as much as you loved him. The three of you exchanged plesentires for a few minutes until Benedict was called by the buffet table.
Most of the night you spent your time with Lou and the other guys from Sherlock though at one point you found yourself encircled by the dwarves. At least that was how you thought about it, it was actually the actors who had played the dwarves in the Hobbit. They were laughing with you and each of them asking questions about you and your time on the show. You explained that you sort fell into it by a happy accident. That you had never really intended on being an actor but somehow, even you couldn’t really explain you had ended up on the set and then a few days later bam! You were the new star on the show.
Around midnight people started to drift off, Lou had left an hour ago with Ben and Sophie but you had been to busy chatting to Aidan Turner to leave. You figured you could always crash in the spare room. It was something you did often when they had parties there. However after taking a break to slink over to buffet table you found yourself very much well almost alone. There was hardly anyone left in the house, but you weren’t ready to stop the party yet. You slid out into the kitchen and started pouring yourself another drink.
“Hey do you know where the lemonade is?” A silk voice sounded beside you.
“Oh yeah it’s here, Amanda never buys bottled for parties she always makes it.” You said handing over the jug and finally looking at the man beside you. You almost dropped the jug when your eyes met but he quickly grabbed it from you.
“Aidan and his girly drinks.” Orlando laughed as he poured out a Malibu and lemonade for his friend then popped the top off a beer for himself.
“So are you enjoying working on Sherlock?” He asked.
“Yeah. Its good fun! Everyone is always laughing.” You marvelled at how well you were able to talk to him, and thanked the drink for that. The two of you moved back into the living room where Orlando handed over Adrian’s drink and then sat down on the sofa, he motioned for you to sit beside him. In your not sober state your legs sort of hit his and one of yours ended up hanging over his knee. Neither of you seemed to care or notice the act so you left it there. Orlando was telling you a very animated story about shooting the Hobbit and how it differed from Lord of the Rings. You were enthralled to say the least. watching how his eyes lit up when he spoke about certain things and then when he talked about having his son on set.
“You know the first time I worked with Peter Jackson I was still a kid and this time I had my son there. It was great to have him running around playing the guys dressed as Orcs. That kid has no fear in him.”
You had to admit you swooned a little when he was talking about Flynn. When quite suddenly you started to speak.
“I like your name but its too long to say, Orlando, I could call you Lando but thats too much like Star wars. Lando Calreisen. Ooh I could call you Cal.” He laughed, opening his mouth and showing his pearly whites. You couldn’t help but look at them.
“Okay then I’m going to call you…” He squinted his eyes for a moment, “…nope I can’t think of anything that’s better than (Y/N). It just suits you too well.”
You laughed, finally realising how close the two of you had got. Hearing the sound of throat being cleared behind you the two of you looked up to see Martin standing there.
“Well as glad as I am that you two are getting along, It is four in the morning and I need my beauty sleep unlike you youngsters.”
“Oh god, yeah we’ll go. Sorry Martin.” You said standing up and almost tripping on your own feet.
Orlando left with you, neither of you thought to hail a cab but instead just started walking in the direction of your apartment. The more you walked the colder you got and you shivered. Orlando stopped what he was saying and looked at you.
“Didn’t you bring a coat?”
“No.” You said shyly sliding your hands in your pockets and raising your shoulders.
“Here.” He slid his own jacket from his back and put it around you then ran his arms up and down yours a few times, trying to warm you up.
“Yeah.” You answered though you were sure the raise in your temperature was his closeness rather than the jacket.
The two of walked in companionable silence to the front door of your apartment. Standing there you looked up at him.
“So you should give me your number.”
“Oh I should, should I?” You laughed loving his boldness.
“Well yeah. Listen (Y/N) I wouldn’t usually do this so quick but I…”
“You can have my number Cal.” He grinned at the use of his new nickname and pulled his phone from his trouser pocket, handing it to you. You typed in your number and name handing it back to him.
“Call me some time stud.” You grinned, turned and went inside. When you got to your apartment you darted over to the window and looked down, seeing Orlando stroll down the street. You bit down on your bottom lip and feel the warmth of excitement bubbling inside you.
Your phone buzzed and you pulled it out of your bag.
How soon is too soon to call you? Cal’
You laughed to yourself and typed back.
‘I think you’ve waisted enough time already.
You had barely time to put your phone down before it started ringing.

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