Warning: Contains heavy smut. Do not read if you are underage.
A/N: Thank you to @admincl for the input and helping me decide on how I wanted this to end.
The first package had arrived just before a meeting on a Monday morning, the stark red of the large bow against the tanned box the only reason your secretary had called out to you as you left the office, her voice enunciating the curled white letters with a thick french accent.
‘Louboutin’s… Jay won’t be pleased when he sees the credit card bill this month.’ She’d winked slyly, sharing a knowingly smug smile with you.
‘Honey, I know you don’t think I use a man’s money to buy my shoes… They’re probably a gift from him to apologise for canceling on me tonight. Leave them on my desk, I’ll return them later. I don’t take bribes.’ You’d said with a laugh, swishing the thickness of your hair over your shoulders before leaving, loud heels clicking with authority on the tiles as you departed.
If it hadn’t been for the rush you’d been in, you would have checked them a lot sooner. You would have noted the blank card, gold script scrawling anonymous across it. You would have understood that the lack of sender was an indication the shoes weren’t for the reason you’d thought. But you hadn’t. With the stress of your day, they’d fallen completely from your mind. It wasn’t until you’d sauntered back from your meeting that you’d spied them, perched dutifully on your desk and patiently awaiting your return.
Three days after winning the Cup, Fleury showed a side that nearly caused one of his dearest Pittsburgh friends to do a spit-take. Michael Hornick, a Caldwell Banker agent, sold Fleury his Moon Township home and attends to it when Fleury and LaRosee return to Sorel during the offseason.
“I went over to collect the keys; we’re talking about a few things as ‘Vero’ says she is taking their dog, Lilly, out,” Hornick said. “Next thing I know, Vero is running back into the house, screaming something in French, and she runs back outside after grabbing something from the kitchen drawer. Fleury and (Penguins defenseman Kris) Letang leap off the couch, and all I see are shorts and flip-flips in front of me. I thought there was an emergency.”
Hornick stepped outside to the sight of Fleury and Letang trailing LaRosee – the three of them chasing an ice cream truck.
“I caught up with him and said, 'Marc, you make a lot of money; you can probably buy some ice cream and keep it in the house.’ He said, 'Yeah, you’re right, but this is more fun.’ Then, he smiled, turned around and started buying ice cream for all the neighbors.”
Summary: Bucky AU. After a major deal falls through, your father’s business almost falls apart. In a desperate attempt to save his livelihood, he seeks the help of his oldest friend, George Barnes, who happens to be the CEO of one of the most influential businesses in New York. He agrees, but on one condition. You have to marry his son.
Word Count: 1,833
Warnings: Swearing, angst
By the time you arrived back in New York, you were pretty sure that you had cried out all the tears your body could possibly produce. Your eyes were dry and bloodshot, and you couldn’t stop the constant shivering that had started sometime during the flight back. You spent the entirety of the flight trying not to cry. You hugged your knees to your chest as best as you could in the cramped plane and stared out the window. Thankfully, you had plenty of music on your phone, so you simply plugged in your headphones and tuned out the rest of the world.
Once you landed and collected your baggage, you realized just how late it was. The sun had set during the flight, and it was now well past midnight. You could have easily called a taxi, but you weren’t sure that you could handle being stuck in the back of a taxi for the ride back home. You didn’t want to have to make awkward small talk. All you wanted was to curl up in bed and sleep.
No one knows why, but one day, Pokémon were found everywhere in the Mushroom Kingdom. The Koopa Troop, wasting no time, caught a bunch of them while Bowser built a League and kidnapped Princess Peach afterwards. After receiving a Pikachu and Pokédex from Professor E. Gadd, Mario or Luigi must collect eight keys to enter Bowser’s Castle and save the princess, while Wario or Waluigi tries to do the same.
neil having a moment when he starts unpacking all his stuff in his and andrew’s first apartment. because he has so much stuff. he has way more than those eight outfits he always had before he stopped running. more than one pair of shoes. and pictures of not just of kevin but of all the foxes. of him and andrew. all the keys he’s collected over the years. and he’s just added another, a key to his and Andrew’s apartment he has so much. he has andrew.
Summary: After getting evicted, your two best friends Jimin and Taehyung offer you a place to stay until you get back on your feet. Needless to say, with a part time job and a mountain of student debt, that’s not happening any time soon. Eventually, they DO become really fond of having you around, helping with chores and even splitting rent. So when you come home one day to find someone has been sleeping in your couch-bed, well… it’s something you won’t take lightly.
“Yah!” Jimin roars, glaring up at the remote on top of the bookshelf. “Taehyung, get your sorry ass over here NOW.”
“He left twenty minutes ago for snacks,” you inform him from the couch, staring at the blank television screen like it’s the ever so dramatically referenced void, the mid-winter cold that’s permeated through the apartment not allowing you to do much else.
“____, this isn’t fair,” Jimin grunts, jumping in a futile attempt to reach it. “Why does he always do this?”
With a heavy sigh, you lament with a laugh, “Because he knows we can’t reach it.”
“Well what if you get on my shoulders?”
“Jiminie, that would require actual effort,” you tease, sinking into the comforting embrace of the cushions. “We should just wait until he gets home.”
Your friend gives a frustrated grunt, looking around the room like a man on a mission, “I’m not gonna give him the satisfaction…”
“Suit yourself,” you watch with mild curiosity and too much amusement as Jimin loudly drags a chair over from the kitchen, its legs scraping on the wood flooring, sounding like an animal with indigestion.
“I’m gonna kill him,” Jimin pouts, climbing and wobbling up to his full height. Even then, he can barely reach the remote. “I’m gonna poison his tea or- or choke him while he’s sleeping.”
“Kinky,” you drop one eyelid in a wink, causing Jimin to flush.
“Not like that,” he hurls the remote in your direction, clearly aiming for the couch.
You don’t even make the effort to flinch, laughing again, “Sure.”
So tired that if he’s being honest the sweet release of death won’t give him long enough to become well rested. More often than not these days tired is now his default setting.
It was the reason he was currently walking down the street to his favorite coffee shop in town. It just so happened to be open twenty four hours. God bless because it was one in the morning and he needed his coffee fix if he was going to finish his essay.
This was inspired by a very naughty gif @canistay-haz posted that wasn’t very nice and now i’m all worked up … so thank you
She initiated it, maybe it was because of the way he was looking at that particular moment or the way he smelled, like himself but on this particular day and with no plans without the heavy scent of his cologne which Y/N loved, no it must have been a mixture of both …
It was a Thursday the day Harry received the news one of his songs hat hit the charts, granted it was only #14 but the charts all the same. She had just gotten back from work, limbs bearing streaks of technicolor paint showing it must have been a very productive day. Harry was in his office when he heard the distinct sound of her keys dropping into the small paint can they had hung next to the door to collect keys and other nic-nacks that were often needed as one was rushing out of the door.
Poking his head around the corner he called to her, “Y/N come in her a mo’ sweetheart ’ve got summat to show ye’” she smiled shyly at the nickname, taking quick steps to her husband.
“What have you got Harry?” she came up behind him something stirring as she took in his appearance, a worn white teeshirt holes along the collar and hem, with a pair of light grey sweatpants she knew would hang low on his hips should he stand up, the strings hanging untied in the sides of his almost unnoticeable bulge. She wanted to change that, make it almost painfully big … frowning at the very uncharacteristic dirty thought, urge really, she blinked and stared blankly down,