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The Adrien Diaries...

29 Mar 2017

So excited! Today was AMAZING, for so many reasons! 

So, the Sailor Moon wand I ordered for Marinette arrived today (it had been on back order, and was delayed) and thanks to the delay on her order, my wand that looks like Tuxedo Kamen’s rose came in too! Natalie already confirmed that my weekend is free, so I’m going to give it to her tomorrow at school!

I can’t wait to see her reaction!

Also, I happened to overhear Mari and Alya discussing a new conditioner after lunch! I didn’t hear much aside from them debating how long to leave it on and the words “silky smooth”, but have you seen Mari’s hair? 

I asked Gorilla to pick me up some, and as luck would have it, they have a “for men” version! I’m going to try it out in the shower tomorrow, that way I don’t get bedhead.

I haven’t heard of Nair before, but I’ve got a good feeling about it!


-Adrien Brittle-Hair-Today-Gone-Tomorrow Agreste

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anonymous asked:

What if MC had a younger, maybe hotter, sister that tried to flirt and seduce everyone in RFA + V and Saeran?

Jesus Christ DO I HAVE EXPERIENCE WITH THIS *well she was like one of my best friends and jesus pent up aggression gonna be on this post LOL 

MOD Saeran happily serving you :) 

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George being jealous would involve...

A/N: Stay tuned for Fred tomorrow! Is there another one that you’d like to see? Send in your suggestions if you want! Draco and Newt are definitely planned, so hopefully I get the time to sit down and write my Headcanons. I had to crop this gif because it was simply to large. Original by adorable-phelps

Originally posted by adorable-phelps

Tagging @bookthrills because she wanted a tag :D

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RICK’S DAUGHTER: PART TWO

*in this series, Negan does not have any wives except you, but they are still at the sanctuary. You were more than upset with Negan, not only had he paraded you around in front of your dad like some prize that he had won, he had killed two people from his group and taken one man back to the sanctuary with him. You didn’t like that he was exploiting your family, leaving them with two dead members and next to nothing. No food, guns or medical supplies, it wasn’t fair but you knew Negan had done it for you. The sanctuary was running out of painkillers and vitamins in the stock, because you had to take so many as pregnancy wasn’t treating you so well. You just felt bad that you were practically stealing them from your family, even if you weren’t doing it personally.


“Do I want you to in pain? No. Do I want something to happen to the baby or you? No. Do I want you to become ill? No. So, oh beautiful wife of mine, you will take that painkiller and be content as I go out and provide for you and our future child.”


You and Negan had been arguing quite a bit for the past few weeks, you hated the way he was treating your family. He knew it, but he couldn’t let up. If he did, they could fall out of line and with his baby on the way, that was the last thing he needed to be dealing with. You had been hanging out with a woman called Sherry who was married to Dwight, one of Negan’s top guys. She had been helping you throughout the pregnancy; having a woman to speak to about the baby was therapeutic. Unfortunately, Negan didn’t understand half the things you had to deal with, but Sherry could better recognize the struggles of being a mom in the apocalypse.

You had been explaining how bad your morning sickness was getting, asking if she knew of anything that could ease the pain when you saw Negan walking towards the barrier of the balcony, looking down at everyone. They began to get on to one knee to bow to him and the room went silent, all eyes on Negan, you not having bow with everyone else.  He had told you that as far as he was concerned you were equal to him and people should respect you as such, the members of the sanctuary already knew that, being Negan’s wife it was a given that they should hold you at the same place as Negan, above them all. 

You looked up at your husband, eyes widening when you saw who he had with him. You could see Carl beside him with his white cloth eye patch and dad’s sheriff hat. He looked directly at you, a small smile creeping up on his face before his eyes wandered to your stomach, the smile falling off his faster than it came on. He didn’t regard you as the enemy but he had to keep an eye on you, if Negan could persuade you to leave your whole family behind to marry him, he would use that power against you again.

“The saviors have gone out into the world, fought the dead and come back with some really good stuff.” Negan announced to the loyal followers, all still bowing down, showing respect to him. “Some of that stuff can be yours, if you work hard and play by the rules.” He briefly looked over at Carl, before turning back to the crowd. “Today, everybody gets fresh vegetables at dinner, no points needed.” Everyone began to murmur amongst themselves, while clapping at the announcement. Negan twisted around back to Carl, saying something inaudible before shouting. “As you were!” he said, walking away from the balcony. 

He looked around the crowd, locking eyes with you. He motioned you to come over to him, as Carl was trailing behind him. You followed behind Carl, to yours and Negan’s room. Negan lead you both into the room, before motioning Carl and you to sit. You sat next to Negan, faced towards Carl. You felt like letting all your emotions out and running over to give Carl a hug but you knew you couldn’t. “So, you two have a lot of catching up to do. I’ll let you have your time, 10, 20 minutes, I’ll see how I feel.” He patted your leg, before standing up and walking out of the room. 

You looked over at Carl, there was a large tension in the room, and you could both feel it. You were both fighting for different sides, even if you were family. “How’s dad?” you asked, in a quiet voice trying to start some sort of conversation. “How do you think he is? He knows you’re alive, married and pregnant to the man who’s taking everything from us Y/N?!” Carl began to get angry, he felt bad because it wasn’t your fault but it was your husband doing it. “I’ve tried Carl! I told him I didn’t want him taking stuff from you because you’re my family! He’s just worried and stressed because of the baby, he just wants me to have everything I need, and I can’t fault him for that! That is how a husband should treat his wife!” you told him, becoming frustrated with Carl. “I understand that he killed two of your group and I am sorry for that but I can’t sympathize with you! I didn’t know them, I never met them. Your group killed a hell of a lot more people from our group than Negan did. He only killed two, he could have killed more. He doesn’t enjoy killing people, Carl! He had to do it to show you all what happens if you don’t follow the rules.” You tried to explain, but Carl wasn’t having it. He huffed, looking away from you.

 “You have a baby sister. Mom died giving birth to her, I had to put a bullet in her head to stop her from turning. She’s a few months old.” You felt your eyes tearing up, a baby sister?


“Honey, what do you want from Santa this Christmas?” Your mother asked you, with your dad recording on a video camera. “A little brother or sister! So, I can play with them and sing them songs and take care of them!” you giggled, as your mother and father looked at each other. “Looks like we need to get busy, darlin’”


“Oh my god, a baby sister?” you asked, tears now freely running down your face. Carl nodded, shocked by your reaction. He didn’t think this would affect you so much. In all honesty, he thought Negan had turned you fully against them all, meaning that you wouldn’t care about Rick or himself.

The door slammed open, Negan entering with Lucille on his shoulder and a bottle of whisky in his other hand. “All caught up babe?” he asked, noticing the dried up tears on your rosy cheeks. “What did this little shit say to make you cry?” you sniffled, looking at Negan as he took his seat back next to you. He placed his arm around your shoulders, pulling you into him, smirking at Carl. “He didn’t say anything, knock it off.” You told him, hoping he’d lay off Carl. “I can’t do this; it’s like talking to a birthday present! I gotta see what grandma got me, take that shit off!” Negan laughed, staring down Carl. 

He took off his hat, placing it at the side of him. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to Carl.” You told him, before Negan shouted, pointing his finger at you. “Two men, Y/N! He shot two of my men dead, there has to be a punishment.” He turned back to Carl who was unwrapping the bandage from around his head; the patch came off, his long brown hair covering the open wound. He tucked his hair behind his ear, showing the large gaping wound to you and Negan. You gasped, putting a hand over your mouth, feeling the tears coming again. “Christ! That is disgusting; no wonder you cover that up. Have you seen it? I mean have you looked in the mirror, that is gross as hell! I can see your socket, can I touch it? Come on, can I touch it?” Negan taunted Carl, as he began to sniffle. You sobbed, getting up and walking over to Carl, pulling him into an embrace. “Get out Negan, you’ve over stepped your line.” You spat at your husband, disgusted by the way he spoke to your family. Negan’s face dropped, looking almost regretful. He knew he had gone over the limit and his woman was going to have his ass for it.

“Holy hell, kid. Look… I just, it’s easy to forget your… your just a kid. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings or anything, I was just screwing around.” He sighed, looking up at you. You glared at him, pointing to the door. “Get out.” You demanded sternly, Negan knowing he was going to have to grovel to get himself out of this one. “Baby, I didn’t me-.” You shook your head at him. “If you didn’t mean it you wouldn’t have said it, Negan. Now, this is the last time I’m going to ask. Get out.” He got up from his seat, looking at you before walking back out of the room.

Carl realized the sort of power you held over Negan, not only by being his wife but carrying his baby. He knew it would be a valuable asset for the Alexandria group and decided to remember it for later.

PART THREE

anonymous asked:

Forgive me for bothering you but, is there any way that I can pass as male with long hair? My mother keeps 'forgetting' about my haircut appointments, and due to the upcoming heat, I'm not allowed to wear hats. Do you have any advise? Thank you.

I would bug her every day until you get that haircut. It’s your hair, it’s absurd you aren’t able to wear hats because it’s too hot. One day your family won’t be able to control your hair and they will have to accept that you are going to cut it whatever way you want.

My parents didn’t allow me to cut my hair how I wanted for decades and it drove me nuts so now I cut it however I want. 

Suggestions? I would hop on Pintrest and type in men with long hair and try and find something similar to what you have got and style it to that best you can. Try not to wear a as much make up, unless you are into feminine things then go for it. 

If you have a binder I would be wearing that as often as possible, susans place offers a forum discussing some tips for this topic. 

https://www.susans.org/forums/index.php?topic=83663.0

How you walk and talk and act and present yourself all plays into passing. I want to give you suggestions but I have no idea how you look, the style of dress or what you really have access to.

Even if you pass or not, if someone misgenders you, correct them. ID yourself as male and people will start doing that too. Just because you don’t look like the average male doesn’t mean you aren’t there are plenty of men with long hair. 

Best of luck!

Kyle

bottledupaffection  asked:

Hey Amanda, I'm starting beauty school in less than a month so I've been binging all your beauty school videos. One of my biggest worries has been finding models. I have talked to people who have been to beauty school about it but they told me they just approached random people and got their models that way. That was basically no help to me because I am a very shy person and know that would be uncomfortable for me. Do you have any advice for a shy awkward girl on how to get models for school?

Hey! I know finding models can be stressful, and even when I signed all my paperwork to start school, they told me it would be a requirement, 
HOWEVER *cheeky emoji*
if you never ever bring in a model, you’ll actually be 100% okay.
There were two girls in my class who never fulfilled any of their model requirements, and guess what, they’re licenced. Right now, they graduated, and have their licence. One of those girls is actually kicking fucking ass, and I’m pretty sure she was hired right out of beauty school.
In my class, and i’m sure in schools everywhere, there was also a huge conflict about having our required models pay fees at the school.
so like, if you have a men’s cut requirement, like, you had to have a men’s cut come in and you would be graded on it, 
that cut would still cost $12. So either you, or your model would have to pay $12. EVEN though it was required for your grade, and you pay 20K to attend school, someone had to pay $12. 
Now, $12? No big deal, whatever, but my highlight requirement ended up paying close to $75 dollars. 
They say it’s for the cost of materials, but bleach and foils cost $9.99, like.
I can’t ask my friends to pay $75 for beauty school highlights. 
So after i got into an arguement with my teacher about my friend coming in, my male friend who had long dreamy hair, coming in for a trim and fulfilling my “long hair cut” requirement, my teacher told me that if it was a MAN it was a MENS CUT not a long layer, 
i stopped bringing in models completely, and look at me 
graduated. 

so if some of your friends, or your parents, or your siblings come in for you, that’s amazing, and really nice of them. And even if your teachers yell at you, and pretend to give you arbitrary bad grades because you didn’t bring in models, you will cut a TON of clients who come in off the street, and after you get into a rhythm of cutting strangers, developing the right language for figuring out clients needs and talking to people on the streets will be easier. Last night I ran into a girl outside of the Foodery who asked what I was up to, and when I said I just finished working on some hair, she said “Oh you do hair? I need a trim.” 
So like, you’ll figure it out, but seriously don’t let beauty school scare you.

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NOTE: sorry this ones quite long! let me know if you guys want a part two!! 💕😉

You arrived in Charming like a storm.
Chaos followed you everywhere you went. You were young, single, and you liked to live, never staying in one town for more than a few months. Your body was filled with tattooes, mostly from drunken nights. Some had meaning, but most of them were spur of the moment. You didn’t regret any of them, hell you didn’t regret anything.
Life was a story, and you wanted to make sure every page was worth reading.
You did what you wanted, got what you wanted, never caring about the aftermath.
You didn’t have anything holding you down, and anytime times got hard, or lonely, or you messed up badly, you would rise from the ashes and move on to another town.
You’d come to Charming knowing you had an old friend here.
Julian was your best friend in high schools brother, and you’d always been close before you left home. There was nothing romantic between the two of you, you just got on well, him being almost as wild as you.
You were meeting him at a local bar that night and you strode through the doors oozing confidence.
“(Y/n)!” Julian shouted as he saw you, lifting you in his arms and spinning you around. You tilted your head back and laughed, your hair falling down your back.
“Hey Juju!” You laughed. “Long time no see!”
“Your telling me!” He smiled at you, placing you back on the floor.
He swung his arm over your shoulder and you sat at the bar together.
You ordered six shots of tequila and sat on a stool.
“I don’t drink tequila.” Julian told you as the bartender prepared your drinks.
“Who said they were for you?” You smirked at him, lifting a shot, and poured it down your throat.
He laughed and shook his head.
“You haven’t changed.”
You winked at him as you downed another, then downed all of them and ordered another six.
The two of you talked for hours, laughing together at the bar as you got drunk.
A man approached you and sat down next to you.
You turned towards him and raised an eyebrow.
He was good looking, short brown hair, gentle face and had tattoos on his neck. You had a weakness for tattooed men.
“You gonna buy me a drink or just stare at me?” You asked, looking at him through your long lashes.
He smirked and called over the bartender.
It was easy for you, flirting with strangers.
Maybe it was the tequila, maybe it was your body, maybe it was the way confidence radiates from you. Guys were drawn to you, they always had been, and you loved it.
You were a man eater, getting what you needed from them and throwing them aside. You’d never had a boyfriend, you’d never wanted one. You didn’t want to be tied down.
You flirted with him for a while, eventually going home with him. His name was Damian something, you couldn’t remember his last name and you didn’t care to ask again.
The sex was good, it always was with you. You knew what you were doing. He gave you his number and you left in the morning, walking back to your hotel.
It wasn’t a walk of shame, it never was.
You walked proudly, holding your head high and carefree.

A week had passed since your first night in Charming. You’d spent most of the week getting drunk at different bars, sleeping with different men and waking up with hangovers. You loved your life, no one could judge you for the way you lived, you had no shame in it.
You were sitting in your hotel room, smoking a joint as you nursed your throbbing head.
Tequila always gave you hangovers but you loved it anyway, loved the way it burned down your throat, loved the taste.
You spent the morning lounging around the room, getting high and watching tv.
It was mid afternoon when you decided to text Damian, the guy from your first night.
You normally didn’t hook up with the same guy twice, but you were horny and he was cute.
You rummaged through your bag and found the napkin he had written his number on.
You were about to dial it when you got an idea. You smirked as you stripped down into just your panties, grabbing your phone and switching it to camera.


Happy sat around the bar with the club, drinking beers and smoking after a long day.
He smirked as his brothers talked, they were teasing the new prospect and Happy was loving it.
He felt his phone vibrate in his pocket and he grabbed it out.
Unknown Number
He frowned slightly and opened the message, his jaw clenching as he looked at the image on his screen.
The photo was of a girl, wearing nothing but her panties, one hand covering her bare breasts and biting her lips. The only message with the picture was just a simple ’;)’.
Happy felt his jeans suddenly become tighter as he looked over the picture.
He didn’t know who she was, but damn she was sexy.
Happy had slept with a lot of women but he was sure he would remember sleeping with this one. He studied the photo, looking at her face and her body and still didn’t know her. But he wanted to.
He rolled a toothpick between his lips, contemplating his next move when another message came through.
Happy twirled the toothpick as he opened it and saw another photo.
This time the girl laid on the bed, on her side, showing her perfectly rounded ass in red lacy panties. Her hand cupped her breast and Happy felt his pants grow tighter as he studied the photo, looking at her tattooes and her perfect curves. The message with it read ’Round two?
Daamn brother, who is that?!” Tig asked, looking over his shoulder.
Happy shook his head, not taking his eyes off the girl.
“I don’t know.” He said. “I’ve never met her.”
“You sign up to some seedy site Hap?” Juice asked mockingly, peering at the photo too.
Happy snapped his head up and shoved the phone into his pocket before he stormed to his dorm room, as Tig and Juice laughed at him.
He sat on his bed and pulled his phone out again, staring at the photos before typing a message.


You lounged around your room, sitting in just your panties waiting for Damian to reply.
Your phone buzzed and you reached for it, smirk on your face as you opened the text. You frowned slightly as you read the message.
You got the wrong number little girl
You sighed and tossed the phone on your bed and pulled your jeans on.
Oh well, you’d just go to the bar and find someone else to fuck tonight.

You slammed your hands against the steering wheel of your shitty car.
“Piece of shit!” You yelled, pulling your hair into a high ponytail as you got out, slamming the door.
You leaned against it and pulled out your phone, ringing Julian.
“Hey (y/n)!” He answered the phone cheerfully.
“Jujuuu I neeeed you.” You purred through the phone.
You heard him laugh on the other end, “What have you done this time?”
You smirked and told him that your car wouldn’t start, swearing and telling him that you were gonna set it on fire.
He laughed again, “Calm down, (y/n). Where are you? I can’t leave work but il ring TellerMorrow, they can come tow you.”
You told him where you were, thanking him and making kiss sounds into the mouthpiece.
“Your crazy, (y/n). Look I gotta get back to work but il ring them, they shouldn’t be long.”
“Okay Juju. And thankyou. Il buy you a beer or twelve.”
He laughed and said his goodbye.
You hung up the phone, sliding it into the pocket of your tight ripped shorts.
You reached into the window, pulled out your cigarettes then hopped onto the hood of the car, lighting your smoke.
Ten minutes later you saw a tow truck pull up.
You stayed on the hood of your car, sunglasses on, your elbows leaning back.
The black crop top you wore showed off your stomach and your tattooes.
You eyed the man that got out of the truck, he was tall, dark curly hair and wore a leather vest with a patch reading ‘Sons of Anarchy’.
You raised an eye brow. A biker? You liked bikers- they knew how to fuck. You smiled and raised your hand, lifting your glasses and resting them on top of your head.
“Hey handsome.” You called as he walked up to you.
He saw your face and froze for a moment, before smirking and stopping infront of you, staring at your body and face.
You thought nothing of it, you were used to people staring at you.
“Hey yourself, gorgeous.”
You smirked back at him and sat up, showing off your cleavage as you rested your elbows on your knees.
“What’s a pretty little thing like you doing out here?” He asked you.
You smiled at him sweetly and looked at him through your long lashes.
“Waiting for you.” You winked.
He chuckled lightly. “Won’t start?”
“Nope!” You told him, swinging your legs off the car and standing. “Fucking piece of shit.”
He laughed again.
“Hop in sweetheart, I’ll get her hooked up and we can get out of here.”
You did as you were told.
Quickly after he jumped in the truck and you started the drive back to the shop.
“You from Charming?” He asked you, glancing at you.
“Nope! Just passing through.”
“How long ya been here, sweetheart?”
“Bout a week.” You told him.
He smirked as you said that, and you raised an eye brow, watching him curiously.
‘It is her’ Tig thought to himself. He couldn’t wait to get to TM. Happy and the rest of the club were there, and he couldn’t wait to see the look on their faces when he walked in with the girl from the photos.
“What’s your name?”
“(Y/n).” You answered as you wound the window down and let the wind blow onto your face. “You?”
“Tig. Welcome to TM.” He said as he pulled the truck into the lot.
He parked infront of the garage and you eyed the line of motorcycles.
“You can go into the office, paperwork and that.” He told you as he got out.
You stepped out of the truck and thanked Tig, before strutting towards the office.
You filled out the forms and walked out and headed towards Tig, who was standing near a picnic table. He stood with another biker, young, with a Mohawk and tattoes on his scalp.
They stood huddled together and were giggling?
Fuck kinda outlaws are these? You thought to yourself.
They looked up as you approached, huge grins on both their faces.
You put your hands on your hips and smiled at Tig.
“The cars gonna be a few hours at least. Maybe a few days. Why don’t you come inside sweetheart, have a drink with your new friend.” He winked at you.
“I’m Juice.” The young guy said, smiling widely.
You smiled back at him. “(Y/n).”
“Pretty name for a pretty face.” He replied, eyeing your body.
“Oh honey,” you told him and stepped closer, patting his chest. “You think a line like that’s gonna work on me?”
He blushed as Tig laughed and opened the door.
“Cmon in.”
You pinched Juices cheek softly and stepped around him, walking through the doors of the clubhouse.
Around a dozen men sat around the room and they all turned towards you as the three of you walked in.
You watched as some of their mouths dropped when they saw you.
What is with these guys? You thought. You were used to male attention, but this was getting a bit weird.
“Chucky! Get this lovely girl a drink!” Tig called to a kind looking man, obviously not a member, with mechanical hands.
“Tequila, please.” You smiled at the man and he nodded at you as he walked towards the bar, saying something about accepting that.
You followed Tig to the bar, and sat on a stool next to a handsome blond. You eyed him and raised an eyebrow at his President patch.
These guys might have been acting strange, but damn, they were good looking.
“Hey darlin. I’m Jax.” He smirked at you.
“(Y/n).”
You felt your phone vibrate in your pocket and you pulled it out, reading the message from Julian asking if you were okay.
“That’s a nice phone, (y/n).” Tig said, making juice snigger and Jax turned his head to hide his smirk.
“Okay guys, what the fucks going on?” You asked as Chucky passed you a tequila.
You slammed it down your throat and handed the glass back to him, for another.
You watched as the three men around you smiled goofily, not saying anything.
Movement caught your eye and you looked up as another man in a patch walked out of a hallway.
He wore a white Tshirt and his leather, toothpick in his mouth as he walked through the room. He had a mean look on his face and seemed to radiate danger and mystery. You eyed his muscly tattooed arms and licked your lips as you watched him, Jesus Christ this guy was sexy.
“Hey Hap!” Tig and Juice called in unison.
The man snapped his head around, looking at his brothers and you saw his dark eyes widen as he saw you.
The three men around you grinned like children as they looked between you and this man.
He started walking towards you and you held his gaze.
Tig and Juice began to giggle as they huddled together.
“(Y/n), this is Happy. But I think you might already know each other.” Jax said, smirking at you and winking.
You frowned slightly and met Happys stare.
“Hi little girl.” He spoke lowly, his voice raspy.
Little Girl.
Suddenly the others behaviour made sense as a lightbulb went off in your head.
“Your the wrong number, aren’t you?” You asked, raising your eyebrows towards Happy and smirking now too.
“Mmhmm.” He licked his lips and eyed your body hungrily.
You threw your head back and laughed.
“Well, mr Wrong Number, if you play your cards right you might get to see more than just a few photos.” You said, winking at him.
Tig and Juice laughed, and slapped the mans shoulder and walked off, Jax joining them and leaving the two of you alone.
Your back was facing the bar and you leant back on your elbows, running your eyes over Happys body.
He leant towards you slowly and you tilted your head slightly, never breaking eye contact. He leant closer and you felt his hot breath on your lips as he inched closer to your face.
A smirk stretched across his lips slowly and he reached behind you, grabbing a beer and pulling back from you suddenly.
Okay, you thought to yourself, if he wants to play games with you, you’ll play along.
But you never lost.

Tried to Give a Menu to a Blind Guy....

Castiel hated his job but it paid for bills while he made his way through college. The worst part about it wasn’t the rude customers or the noise but the fact that it was a 24 hour restaurant and he normally got stuck with the late night shifts. Today in particular he’d been given a 9 pm - 2 am shift and it was killing him, especially since his day before this had consisted of three consecutive lectures where he’d nearly killed his hand trying to get all the notes down. His life wasn’t ideal right now but he only had a few more months left until he was done with college and could start looking for another job with his degree.

His face was buried in his arms as he slumped over the hostess stand, dozing off a bit. He was the only waiter on staff right now because how many people are going to come into a restaurant at one in the fucking morning. The bell that was situated at the top of the entrance rang and woke him up, signalling that some people were coming in. Blinking, he rubbed his eyes and walked around the stand and grabbed two menus and handed them to the men who had just entered. In his sleep deprived state he’d failed to notice that one of the guys he’d handed a menu to was wearing black sunglasses and holding a cane. A moment of silence passed before the man made a comment, snapping Castiel out of his autopilot state.

“Oh…yes…I’ll just read this.” said the man, unfolding the menu and pulling it closer to his face.

Castiel looked up and really took the man in. The glasses and walking stick now seemed extremely obvious to him and he laughed at the comment. Normally he would have apologized but he was so tired at the moment that he honestly didn’t care. He tried taking the menu back but the man held onto it stubbornly and, despite knowing the man couldn’t see him, Castiel raised an eyebrow.

“Hey, why are you taking away my menu? I need to see my options here, don’t I?” said the man, flashing a grin. The man behind him looked equal parts embarrassed and amused.

“Of course. Let me show you to your table. Just follow me.” said Castiel who wasn’t sure whether his response was fueled by wanting to continue the joke or because he felt half dead.

Two sets of footsteps followed him and he got the men a booth, watching as the one with long hair tried to help the blind man into the seat, the blind man pushing him off with a comment of ‘I’m blind, not in a wheelchair.’ Castiel couldn’t help but smile at the exchange and stepped closer to the table, holding out his notepad and pen so he could write down the order.

“Can I start you off with anything to drink?” he asked, eyes focused on the white, lined paper

“Uh, yeah. I’ll take a water. Dean?” said the man with the longer hair.

“I’ll have a coke.” said Dean, staring intently at the menu. The thing that really gave away that he couldn’t see it, though, was the fact that he was holding it upside down and was 'looking’ at the front of the menu.

Castiel gave a soft chuckle and wrote the drinks down before walking off. He filled up the glasses and walked back over to the table carrying the drinks, his order book safely tucked back into his pocket. Carefully, he set the drinks down and stepped back again.

“So, have you guys decided what you would like to order?” asked Castiel, hand already reaching for his order book again.

“Uh, yeah. I’ll have the cobb salad and he’ll take the double bacon cheeseburger.” said the man with longer hair, folding his menu up and then snatching the one Dean was holding.

“Aw, Sammy. I get all tingly when you take control like that.” said Dean, leaning back into the booth with an easy smile on his face.

Castiel smiled and wrote the orders down before walking away and handing the piece of paper to the line. It occurred to him that the two men could be a couple. It certainly seemed possible with how they acted married and the one named Sam seemed to be very doting on Dean. A smile came to his face again at that thought. Castiel himself didn’t really do relationships. It wasn’t because he had commitment issues but that no one really interested him. He’d lost his virginity to a girl named Meg at a college party when he’d overestimated his ability to hold his liquor. That was basically just a blur of memories, some of which he wasn’t sure were even real.

That was as far as he’d gotten in that part of his life and he was fine with it. He was focused, going to school and determined to get a degree and be successful in life. He did sometimes have a bit of an ache for a companion but he just told himself he’d get to that later in his life. After all, he was only 25 and on the cusp of getting his Bachelors degree. He had his whole life in front of him to worry about finding a significant other.

The sound of the bell being hit repeatedly snapped him out of his haze and he looked over at the annoyed looking chef. Castiel held up a hand in apology before taking the plates and walking back out to the main dining room. Just to be sure, he spared a quick glance over at the hostess stand just to see if any one else had walked in while he’d been stuck in his head. Thankfully, no one else was there and he breathed an inner sigh of relief.

When he arrived at the table he was serving, he set the plates down in front of the people they belonged to.

“There you go. Call me if you need anything.” said Castiel, putting on his best attempt at a winning smile.

“Oh, this looks fantastic.” said Dean, suppressing the urge to burst into a fit of giggles.

Castiel was about to say he was glad the food looked good to him before he remembered, once again, that he was speaking to a blind man. He couldn’t help the string of chuckles that escaped his mouth, his shoulders moving with every one.

“See, Sammy. He thinks I’m funny.” said Dean, pointing in the approximate direction of Castiel.

“Yes, yes. You’re a damn comedian. Eat your burger.” said Sam, opening his napkin to get to his silverware.

“If you don’t mind me asking, how long have you two been together?” asked Castiel, feeling curious.

Dean, who had just taken a bite of his burger, started to choke on it a bit. A fit of coughing and hacking later, he was wiping his mouth off and looking over at Castiel. “Excuse me?”

“How long have you two been together? You seem like a nice couple.” said Castiel, confused as to why that question had brought on the choking response. Off to the side, he could see Sam with an awkward look on his face and focusing his eyes on his salad.

“Oh, we’re not….we’re brothers. See, Sam. This is what happens when you treat me like your wife.” said Dean, his face screwed up in what Castiel could only assume was a glare.

“Yes, because being nice is treating you like my wife. Shutup and eat your burger, jerk.” said Sam, giving Dean an annoyed look before stabbing his fork into the salad.

“Why don’t you shut up, bitch.” mumbled Dean, looking down at his meal and grabbing his burger again.

“Oh…I’m sorry about the assumption. I’ll just…go.” said Castiel, face flushed and feeling like he wanted to throw himself into a fire.

He didn’t show his face back at that table until he saw Sam waving his hand for what he could only assume was the check. Castiel got the receipt printed out and walked over to the table, setting it down along with a pen. “Here’s the check. I hope you had a satisfactory meal.” said Castiel, a tight lipped smile forming on his face.

He backed away from the table, watching as they paid before going towards the exit. Castiel, like always when he worked a late shift, was leaned against the hostess stand. He was drifting away in his mind away when he felt someone tapping him. Thinking it was his boss, he straightened up and put a professional face on before turning around. Instead of his boss, however, he saw Dean.

“Hey, can I get a name to go with the sexy voice?” asked Dean.

Castiel was caught off guard for a few seconds and just stared at him, his mouth opening and closing. He was sure that guy would want nothing to do with him after making the assumption that he’d been involved romantically with his brother.

“Oh..um…Castiel.” he said after clearing his throat.

“Castiel, huh? Well, that’s a long ass name. I’ll shorten it to Cas. So, Cas, would you be free Friday night?” asked Dean, a smile spreading across his face.

“Friday actually isn’t a good day for me.” said Castiel, seeing Dean’s face fall. “I’m off on Sunday, though.”

“Sunday it is then. Here’s my number.” said Dean, pulling out a piece of paper and handing it to Castiel.

It wasn’t until the two men had left that Castiel spared a glance at the piece of paper. On it, sure enough, was a phone number and a little note from Sam saying 'good luck.’ Yep, they were brothers alright.

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Three's A Charm... Or Is It?

Hey guys, I feel like it’s been forever since I actually posted a one shot on this tumblr. I always just share vines or Instagram posts. 😂 I’m so sorry. I have a wattpad so if you would like to go there and follow me, it’s biersackayyy. Just like my Instagram and Twitter. But anyways here’s the one shot. I wrote it about myself, but you can replace my name with (y/n).

“You’re such a f*ucking asshole!” I screamed at my boyfriend as I yanked the door open to the coffee shop. I was livid. He stepped in front of me and shut it before I could walk in. He had been texting his ex girlfriend again. It made me absolutely furious.
“Babe, come on. I’m sorry, she just wanted to know what I was up to is all.” I shoved his chest.
“Leave me alone! Don’t talk to me. If you really loved me you wouldn’t be talking to her! Now let me go in.” I growled. I did not have time for his silly little games. He was immature and constantly played with my head.
“Baby. Stop.” He whined. I rolled my eyes in disgust.
“Just go Jason.” I said through my teeth.
“But I drove you here!” He whined again.
“Just go!” I growled. “I don’t want to see your f*ucking face!” He sighed in defeat. This was the last and final straw. I wasn’t going to let him do this to me again. He cheated on me with the same girl a few months ago, and like the naive idiot I was, I took him back, thinking he would change. I pushed passed him, and yanked the coffee shop door open once again. I immediately noticed one of the tables crowded by a group of interesting looking men. All five pairs of eyes were glued to me, and I suddenly felt very embarrassed. My cheeks flushed hot and I walked passed them as quickly as I could to wait in line. They probably just witnessed me fighting with Jason. I sneakily looked over my shoulder at the table they were sitting at. They’ve moved on from gawking at me and were now having a conversation amongst themselves. The one stood out the most to me. He had messy black hair, high cheekbones, a slightly round chin, and an extremely defined jawbone. His lips were plump and pink and his nose was pierced on the right side. A single silver hoop hang from it. What I noticed most about everything was his striking blue eyes. Even from where I was standing and sneakily grabbing peeks of the beautiful boy, I could see them. They were so blue, that they were almost silver-like. He was wearing a leather jacket, a black t-shirt underneath and black jeans. I could tell he had a few tattoos on his neck, but that was about it.
“Ma'am can I take your order?” I was instantly snapped out of my thoughts and startled when the young girl behind the counter spoke.
“Uh-um can I just get a large coffee with three cream and three sugar please?” I said, feeling my pockets for my card. I jumped when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked up and he was so tall compared to my small five feet. I came up to just about his armpit. I was mesmerized when he spoke. His voice was so deep and had a little rasp to it. He reached passed me and handed the girl behind the counter a credit card.
“I got it.” He said. I was completely flabbergasted.
“A-are you sure?” I asked the beautiful boy. He chuckled.
“Yes, I’m sure. A $3 coffee is not going to break my bank.” He chuckled, as the girl behind the counter handed his card back.
“Thank you.” I said, nervously.
“I, uh saw what happened out there earlier. Are you okay miss…?” He was trying to get my name I realized.
“Uh Racheal, my name is Racheal.” He smiled warmly and offered me his hand. I shook it. Weird. I thought.
“I’m Andy.” The way he said his name was even attractive. This man was gorgeous.
“I’m okay, he’s just an asshole.” I said, sighing.
“Is he your boyfriend or something?” He asked.
“Was.” I said, giving the word emphasis.
“Oh.” Andy said, putting his hands in the pockets of his jacket. The girl behind the counter handed me my coffee.
“Thank you.” I said smiling.
“Come sit with me.” Andy offered, gesturing towards a booth by the wall. “They won’t mind if we sit by ourselves.” He said lowly. I glanced at them. They were all gawking at us. I felt embarrassed once more.
“Okay.” I said. Andy lead us to a booth by the window. It was starting to snow.
“Tell me what he did.” Andy spoke.
“He’s just been extremely shady. He’s been talking to his ex girlfriend behind my back. He cheated on me with her at least twice that I know of, but silly me, I just keep taking him back, hoping he’s going to change. I’m so sick of his shit.” I could feel tears start to threaten their way out of my eyes.
“I’ve been in that type of situation before. My last girlfriend cheated on me constantly. I put up with it for five years, because I also thought she would change. I’m in a band, I tour constantly. I’m out on the road for six to nine months at a time. I could have had any girl I wanted as a one night stand, I could have so easily cheated on her and she would never find out about it, but I never did because I loved her. Obviously she didn’t love me at all. The entire time I was out on the road, it was guy after guy and I only found out because I set up a camera in our room. I was suspicious. I didn’t want my heart broken and I wanted the truth. She had sex with four different men in two nights while I was away. Could you imagine how pissed off I was?” He had a pained look in his eyes, and the color was starting to fade to a dull gray. He was truly heart broken. I just met this man, but yet he was so easy to talk to and open up with.
“I’m so sorry to hear that. I never caught Jason in the act. He straight up told me. I was dumb enough to just be like, ‘well it means a lot to me that you were so honest. Promise you won’t do it again.’ And he promised and promised and promised and just played head game after head game, after head game. When am I ever going to learn?” I could feel the tears threaten once more to spill over.
“A beautiful girl like you doesn’t deserve that at all. I see he drove you here. Do you have a ride home?” I suddenly felt embarrassed once more. I was twenty-three and I didn’t have my own car.
“No, I-I don’t have a car.” Andy chuckled, making my cheeks flush again.
“You’re cute when you do that.” He giggled, making them flush even redder and I covered my face with my hands. He reached across the table and pulled them away from my face. His hands were so soft, but the tips of his fingers were ice cold.
“Your face is far too pretty to cover with your hands.” I then noticed he still had ahold of my hands, resting them on the table. I then smiled genuinely, for the first time in a really long time.
“Come on, let me take you home.” My heart was flip flopping in my chest. He was so gorgeous, and he was incredibly sweet.

He explained to his friends that we were leaving, and they all chuckled and made perverted jokes and what not and it made me blush again. I didn’t want them to think that that was the type of girl I was. I assumed the group of gentlemen was Andy’s band. They all had long hair and tattoos. They seemed polite enough though. They were just being typical men.
Andy had a nice, black, sleek car. It had two doors, and the windows were tinted black as well. It was a Dodge Challenger. He opened the passenger side door for me. I was actually really grateful for such the small gesture of kindness.
“Thank you.” I said, as I slid into the seat.
“You’re welcome beautiful.” He said, making my heart race. He shut the door and I fastened my seatbelt, taking a sip of my coffee and putting it in the cup holder. He got in the driver’s side, turning he car on and flipping on the heater. He opened his center console and was digging for something. He first pulled out a CD, and then a pack of cigarettes. I noticed the cover had a demon like creature on the front, fangs bared and drool dripping from the teeth. There was some kind of star symbol clenched in its claws and the name above it said 'Black Veil Brides.’ He handed it to me.
“This is my band. You should check us out.” He said with a smirk. I flipped the CD over in my hands and I recognized him immediately in the center. He was flanked on either side by the same guys that were in the coffee shop. I was right. I opened the cover and took the CD out.
“Can we play it now?” I asked, eagerly. He smiled and took the CD from me, feeding it into the slot on his dashboard. He took a cigarette from his pack and lit it. He offered the pack to me and I gladly took one.
“Here.” He said, leaning towards me. I placed the cigarette between my lips and he lit it for me. The opening guitar chords started playing through the speakers. I took a drag off my cig and blew the smoke out of my nose. He put his car in reverse and we pulled out onto the road. As soon as the lyrics to words floated through my ears, I realized that Andy was the singer. His singing voice differed from his talking voice, but I loved the way he sang. I loved the low growls he sometimes used as he finished off a word. I would say his singing voice was just as sexy as his talking voice. I pointed him in the direction of which road to take.

He pulled into my driveway.
“Would you like to come in?” I asked, pushing the eject button on his CD player and pulling the CD out and carefully placing it back into the case. I grabbed my coffee and unbuckled my seat belt.
“Um, sure.” He said, a smirk playing on his lips and we both exited the vehicle. I stepped onto the sidewalk leading to my steps and I immediately started to slip on the ice. I felt Andy’s hand grab my elbow before I could actually fall and spill scolding hot coffee all over myself and him. I was so clumsy and now I was more embarrassed than all the times I was embarrassed today. Andy chuckled a bit.
“Are you okay Rach?” He asked. I took a deep breath in.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” I said going up my steps. I pulled my key out my jacket pocket and unlocked the door. My cat, Jasper welcomed me with a warm meow and leg rub. He was an all gray cat with white paws.
“I love cats.” Andy said, coming into my home. He squatted down and let Jasper sniff his hand. Jasper nudged his head into Andy’s hand asking to be pet. Andy gave him a gentle scratch behind his ears and Jasper shook his head. Andy stood back up and looked down as Jasper rubbed himself up against his leg, his tail stretched upward. He was purring.
“His name is Jasper.” I said, smiling admiring my furry little friend.
“Have a seat.” I said, gesturing to my couch. I was a terrible host. I hardly ever had people over.
“Would you like something to drink?” I asked, as Jasper leapt onto the couch and made himself cozy in Andy’s lap.
“No, I’m fine thank you. Sit down here with me, relax. Let’s just talk. I want to get to know you better.” Andy said, stroking Jasper’s fur. Jasper wrapped his tail around his body and began to purr contently, closing his emerald green eyes and enjoying the attention. I sat next to Andy.
“What kind of music do you like Racheal?” He asked. I loved the way he said my name. I found it very attractive.
“I like a little bit of everything.” I admitted. “But my favorite genre is definitely classic rock. Kiss is one of my all time favorite bands.” Andy’s eyes lit up.
“I grew up listening to Kiss, and I still do on occasion.”
“I love them. My father was in a cover band when I was a child. Sadly, he’s no longer with us.” I said sadly, looking down at my lap.
“Oh, I’m so sorry to hear that.” He said, putting a hand gently on my knee, causing my heart rate to freak out.
“Tell me about you.” I said, switching positions so that I was sitting cross legged, facing him.
“Well, like I said I’m in a band. That’s what takes up the majority of my time. I’m originally from Cincinnati, but I live in L.A. now.” My eyes lit up when he said Cincinatti.
“You’re from Ohio too?” I asked. He nodded his head.
“I’m from Ashtabula. I know that’s far from Cincinnati, but that’s cool that you’re a Ohio native. Bengals fan I assume?” He chuckled and nodded his head.
“I’m assuming you’re a Browns fan?” I shook my head in disgust.
“Hell no, Pittsburgh Steelers all the way.” He chuckled and shook his head.
“Nooo. That’s not good at all.” I chuckled this time.
“Actually what brings you to my small, Pennsylvania town?” I asked, curiosity getting the best of me. He cleared his throat.
“My band and I were headed to Pittsburgh when our tour bus broke down on I-79. We were really close to this town called Meadville, and we thought we would stop in and check it out. Not many kids around here know who Black Veil Brides are do they?” He asked, with a smile. His subtle cockiness was kind of adorable to be honest. I shook my head.
“I didn’t even know who you were…” I playfully whispered. He chuckled. I really liked him. He was so easy to talk to.
“If your tour bus was broken down, how is your car here?” He laughed. “I always bring my car. I sometimes prefer to follow the bus to wherever we’re going in my car. If I’m not driving it, one of the other guys are.”
“So how are they going to get home?”
“You’re full of questions aren’t you?” He asked playfully. I giggled. He seemed to make me giggle a lot. “They’ll call a cab and stay at a hotel. You’re so cute when you laugh.” I blushed again and covered my face. He scooted closer to me, causing Jasper to jump onto the floor and stretch out, sauntering away with his tail outstretched in the air. He pulled my hands away from my face.
“Don’t cover your face beautiful, I like looking into your gorgeous green eyes. The color is extremely fascinating to me.” He cupped my chin with his hand, and he slowly pulled my face to his. We were just centimeters away, about to lock lips for the first time. How badly did I want to feel his plump lips pressed against mine. We were both startled right out of our skin when Jason opened my front door. I immediately jumped to my feet.
“Who the hell is this?!” He asked jealously. Andy stood up next to me, putting a protective grip on my arm.
“Go Jason, get out!” I yelled at him.
“No, this is my place too and you’re sitting on this couch about to make out with some guy?!” He yelled.
“Get the f*uck out now.” I said, shoving his chest. He balled his hands into fist at his sides and stepped towards me, I was shocked when I felt two hands push me out of the way.
“Don’t you dare lay a hand on her!” I heard Andy growl. Jason took a step backwards.
“She wants you to leave. Now, get your things and leave. Her and I have some business to do.” I just stood there, completely shocked. Jason and Andy were at a stand off. The air was thick of tension and testosterone. Jason angrily pushed passed me and went into what used to be our room, slamming the door shut, causing me to jump. He came out a few moments later with some bags of clothes.
“I’m staying with Nicky.” He taunted me. Nicky was his ex girlfriend.
“That’s perfectly okay with me. Go have fun with your little slut. Remember you’re throwing away a good girl for a piece of trash.” I taunted him sarcastically. Jason scoffed and angrily left, practically slamming my front door right off the hinges.
“I’m so sorry Andy.” I said after Jason left. I secretly hoped he slipped on the icy sidewalk. Andy started to make his way over to me quickly, he grabbed onto my shoulders, and locked his lips onto mine. I was taken aback just a bit but then I started to kiss him back. His tongue played at my lips, begging for entrance and I allowed it. He began massaging my tongue with his. His hand slid up to the back of my neck and then tangled into my hair. He was such a good kisser. I couldn’t get enough. I just wanted to keep kissing him forever. He broke our kissing and started at my neck. I moaned sweetly, letting him know I thoroughly enjoyed him doing that. He wrapped my arms around his neck and hoisted me up by my waist, I instinctively put my legs around his waist and he began carrying me down my hallway. He opened my bedroom door and tossed me on my bed. He crawled on top of me, placing his hands on either side of my head and bending his neck down, locking lips with me again. I wasn’t usually the type of girl to hook up with a stranger, but there was something so different about Andy. He started in at my neck again, and then kissed across my collarbones and then our lips were tangled together once more. He broke the kissing to whisper something in my ear. His breath was heavy, and it tickled my earlobe.
“Do you want to?” He whispered, then nibbled my ear gently. Sex. Sex sounded so heavenly right now. I haven’t had it in about three months because I couldn’t trust Jason and I didn’t want him having sex with me if he was cheating on me.
“Yes.” I practically moaned.
“Good, because I want you.” He moaned into my ear, causing me to break out into shivers. He started kissing me again, pushing my thighs apart so he could lay on top of me better. He shrugged out of his leather jacket. I then noticed his arms were all also tattooed. The left one having an entire sleeve of ink down to his wrist. He worked his way down my body. Slowly sliding my shirt up, licking me from where my pants started to my belly button, and then trailed kisses up my tummy as he slid my shirt up even farther, up over my breasts and then off my head.
“Wait, wait…” I said, briefly interrupting him. “I don’t even know your last name.” He chuckled.
“Biersack.” He said.
“What’s yours?” He asked, fiddling with my bra. It clasped in the front.
I placed my hand over his, causing him to look at me.
“Goodman.” I said. He grinned and pecked my lips.
“Now that we’re fully acquainted, can we get back to business?” We both chuckled. I nodded my head. He unclasped my bra and I shrugged out of it, tossing it on the floor. He kissed in between them. His hair fell from its place and danced softly against my bare skin, tickling it as he kissed across my chest. He gently pulled a nipple into his mouth as he squeezed my other breast gently. I groaned in response. He switched and did the same thing to the other breast. He got up, breaking contact and that’s when I noticed I was practically out of breath. He pulled his shirt up over his head and started to unbutton his pants. He was now in his boxers and I could see the delicious outline of his manhood. He was definitely ready to go, but he was taking his time with me. Something told me deep down inside that gentle sex was NOT his thing, but he was being a gentlemen for me right now.
“Lay this way.” He said, motioning with his finger. I moved so that my head was on the pillows and he walked to the foot of my bed. He even had tattoos on his chest. A heart with a dragonfly on the right side and then some kind of lettering on the left. He climbed into my bed. He undid the button to my jeans and began to slide them off my legs. Thank god I was wearing a cute pair of undies today. They were just black boy shorts. Nothing fancy. Andy’s tongue played at the top of my panties. He was kissing my lower belly again. It honestly drove me completely wild. He hooked his fingers into the sides of my panties and began to slide them down my hips. He slid them all the way down and reached down a bit to get them off my feet.
“Have you ever had a guy eat your p*ussy?” He asked, running his finger up my slit and just barely grazing my most sensitive part.
“Yes, but no one has ever done it good enough.” A devilish smile played on his lips.
“Really…? Because all I wanna do is taste you.” He said, opening my thighs even more. His head descended in between my legs. He kissed each of my inner thighs gently, teasing me. He put his arms under my knees and pulled my hips to the edge of the bed where he knelt down on the floor. His tongue ran up my slit, causing me to gasp and then moan softly as it flicked gently across my most sensitive area. It didn’t take him long to get me to the very edge.
“Ugh, yes Andy, right there… Don’t stop… Keep going…” I moaned. He grabbed my hips harder, keeping me in place. I was so close… I was teetering on the edge of orgasmic bliss. My orgasm hit in a tidal wave, washing over me wave after wave after wave. He didn’t take his mouth off me until I was completely done. My entire body was now shaking, and I felt sedated. He worked his way back up my body. He must have taken his boxers off while I was previously preoccupied…
He got in between my thighs and placed his tip at my entrance, running it up my slit. He nipped at my neck, nibbling it gently.
“It’s not going to take me long to bust baby. You’ve got me so worked up, and it’s been so long since I’ve been physical with anyone.” He whispered against my ear. He started to push himself into me, inching it slowly inside. I was surprised by how thick he was. He stretched me nicely.
“Mmm, you’re so tight. How many people have you been with?”
“Just two.” I moaned as he began moving slowly in and out.
“I’m your third?” He asked. I nodded.
“Three’s a charm honey.” He groaned as his movements became quicker.
“I’m so close already, and you’re so tight. I knew it wasn’t going to take me long to bust.” His d*ick felt so good, I didn’t want him to stop. He buried his head into my neck, while resting his left arm across my chest and tangling his fingers in my hair.
“I’m gonna c*um.” He groaned against my neck, he quickly pulled out and rubbed himself until he came in spurts on my belly, moaning lightly under his breath. The liquid was hot and sticky on my skin. I laid there trying to catch my breath. He wondered off to my bathroom, which was attached to my room. I heard him run the water and then he came back out with a damp wash rag. He cleaned me off and then himself off. He reached for his pants.
“Wait, don’t go…” I said, “come here, cuddle with me. Lay in this bed with me.” He grinned, and put his boxers back on and handed me my panties and my shirt.

We just laid there for hours, my head on his chest and him tracing lines into my arm with his fingers as we talked about everything and anything.
“Racheal, I really like you a lot. I would like to give you my number. We should talk more, and get to know each other some more.” He placed his lips against my forehead gently. They were so incredibly soft.
“Okay.” I said quietly, suddenly sad that it sounded like he was leaving.
“What’s wrong?” He asked.
“I don’t want you to go yet.” I admitted. He chuckled.
“Well what if I don’t want to go yet? What if I wanted to stay here all night?” He ran his hand down my back.
“I think that sounds like a wonderful plan.” He hooked his hand under my chin once more and we locked lips again.

Six Weeks Later
Andy and I were talking sparely ever since he left the next day after our little tryst. I understood though, he was busy with touring and not to mention he did just get out of a five year long relationship. He wasn’t quite ready for a fully committed relationship just yet. We both agreed to not see other people though. He promised he would come back for me. That all made me warm and fuzzy, but I was actually in a sheer panic. My period was late, by more than a few days. I started weighing the odds in my head. We didn’t use a condom, but he pulled out, but I’m not on any type of birth control. I didn’t want to freak him out by telling him I think I might be pregnant. I also felt extremely guilty. I couldn’t be having his baby right now. He’s in the middle of his career. This baby would put that on hold. I toyed around with the idea of not telling him and just cutting him off and never speaking to him again, but I couldn’t bare the thought of never seeing him again.

Over the next week my period still hadn’t shown up. I had horrible nausea. Even just the smell of certain foods made me run to the bathroom and throw up everything I ate for lunch. My breasts hurt and if I wasn’t mistaken, they looked a little bigger. F*uck. He’s going to kill me. It’s that simple. I decided to be brave. I was going to walk down to the nearest drug store and buy a test. I felt as if I was going to have a full on panic attack walking into that Rite Aid. I decided to buy an expensive digital one that came with two in a box. I practically ran back home. I wanted to know, but I was also completely terrified. Would Andy want me to have the baby? Would he want me to put it up for adoption? I knew he wasn’t the type to suggest the other thing and I was completely against it for myself. I opened the box and took the test out, I held it up in front of my face. This little plastic stick was going to determine if my life was about to drastically change. I took a deep breath and stuck the test between my legs while I peed. I replaced the cap, sat it on the corner of the sink and washed my hands. Jasper nudged his way into the bathroom and lovingly rubbed against my legs, purring. He let out a soft meow.
“Mom?” It almost seemed like was asking me.
The test beeped and I jumped. It was ready for me to look at it. I took a deep breath. I was shaking scared. My knees felt as if they were going to give out. I picked the test up and held it in front of my face. I nearly jumped out of my skin when I heard someone knock on the bathroom door.
“Racheal?” It was Andy’s voice. F*uck. What was he doing here? I hid the box and put the test in my back pocket and I opened the door.
“Hey what are you doing here?” I asked nervously, giving him a hug. He kissed my lips, and I gratefully kissed him back.
“I came to surprise you.” He said with a grin.
“We need to talk.” I said, grabbing his hand. His face fell. He looked sad and I felt terrible. I took him into the living room and we sat on the couch.
“What’s wrong baby?” He asked. I was happy and just completely thankful that he was here so we could have this conversation in person.
“I missed my period Andy.” I said quietly. He looked at me confused for a moment.
“Oh?” He asked, “do you think that you might be…?” I pulled the test out of my pocket. I still haven’t even looked at it yet.
“Oh. That’s what you were doing in the bathroom.” He said, when he saw it in my hands.
“I haven’t even looked at it yet.” I felt like I wanted to burst into a sea of tears. He pulled me in to cuddle into his chest.
“We’ll look at it together, in 3… 2… 1….” He counted down and then we flipped the test over to look at it together. I gasped.
“Oh my god…” He whispered. There it was in small black letters, printed clear as day.
Pregnant.
My breath hitched into my throat. I wanted to cry, I wanted to celebrate, I wanted to scream… I had all these emotions and didn’t know what to do with them. I started to break down. Andy rubbed my back.
“Don’t cry baby. I’m not mad if that’s what you’re worried about.”
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry I ruined your life.” I sobbed into his chest.
“Racheal, what? You did not ruin my life… You’re making my life better.” He hooked his fingers under my chin. “You’re eyes get a darker, more richer shade of green when you cry.” He kissed my lips.
“Don’t cry, please don’t cry.”
“What are we going to do?” I said sniffling.
“We’re going to have a baby.” Andy said, “I’m not going anywhere. I’m going to be there with you every step of the way. Pack your bags honey, you’re coming with me.” I looked at him as if he was some type of new life form.
“What?” He asked.
“Are you sure?” I asked him.
“Why wouldn’t I be? You’re gorgeous, amazing, funny, and now you have my kid in there. Of course I’m sure.” I blinked slowly at him, letting this all just slowly register in my brain. I sniffled again.
“Well okay. Will you help me pack?” I asked. He chuckled.
“Of course.” We talked about a lot as he helped me pack my clothes into suitcases.
“First things first, tomorrow we need to call a doctor as soon as we land in L.A. You need an ultra sound. Also you’re going to need prenatal vitamins.” I could already tell he was going to be such a good daddy. He handled it way better than I thought he ever would and to think that we bumped into each other at a coffee shop on a completely random whim. I put Jasper into his cat carrier with a blanket and his favorite mouse toy. I was actually kind of excited to enjoy my life with Mr. Biersack.

act  i   .     you’ve  got  cherries  for  hair    &    strawberries  on  your  mouth   / saccharinety  in  your  lungs   ,   bound  to  be  choked  out  by  those  wilted  roses   ———-   not  all  sugar  is  sweet    &    not  every  little  girl  stays  complete   .     you’ve  sung  your  tune  long  enough   ,   with  that  parthenope  voice   ,   that  maiden   -   like  throat       .  .  .       YOU’VE  SENT  MEN  TO  THEIR  DEATHS    !     you   ,   a  siren   ,   a  murderer  at  best   ,   with  blood  that  refuses  to  leave  what  porcelain  fingers  you  have   .     those  roses  in  your  rib  -   cage  are  being  choked  out   ,   that  sweetness  you  hold  onto    suffocated    by  bitter  thorns   .     (     your  lungs  are  ulvose   ,  your  flowers  withering   .     )

My Assistant for This Meeting. Ceo!CALUM

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“Why must you always take the morning shifts y/n? I hate it when your alarm goes off!” Your roommate- Michael groaned as you sat up at 4:30 in your kitchen, making eggs.
“Well Michael, you always complain but you could try and fall back asleep.” Laughing as you take two plates out of the cupboard.
“But that means no breakfast that’s already made. Plus I go to work at 7. I wake up at 4:30, eat breakfast with you till 4:45, then I walk you to work, boom it’s 5:25, then when I go to the pet store to pet the cats at 6 I always stay there till 6:30 with gives me time to get the cat hair off my pants and go to work! It’s been like that since forever and I can’t ruin that now.” Michael gushed, as he took his plate of scrambled eggs and sat down.

“Okay yeah but you still always have your alarm set for 5:30 right? Just Incase?” You wondered, eating your own eggs.
“Yeah of course, and it pisses me off when it goes off.” Michael mumbled. You smiled, loving the early mornings that you and your roommate share. “Look we need to hurry up and eat. Stop talking.” Y/n laughed, biting into her piece of toast.


 When she arrived at work with Michael, she quickly changed shoes as she was leaning on his shoulder, they quickly hugged and she scanned her keycard to get in. Walking into the huge lobby her heels clicked and clacked against the floor. It got the night receptionist’s- Jeremy’s attention. It was their little routine. When she walked in with her heels she would always try and make a tune and she would guess what it was.

“Jingle bells.” He grinned.
“Easy one. I’ll get you next time.” You smiled, taking your jacket off and pulling your folded blazer on over your plain white shirt.

As you were getting to the desk, Jeremy was getting ready to leave. “I think the doorman is getting in late, he is severely ill so make sure the door is open for the boss man.” He grinned before saying bye to Guy, the security guard and I. The doors to this building are always locked until 6:25/6:30 so unless you are the Ceo of the company, or have a key card you can’t be let in.

As I was fiddling with some papers I heard the buzz. The buzz of him. He has this little buzzer that he carries around in his pocket when he needs me. He doesn’t even have one for his assistant, he usually uses it when he wants to personally know when someone certain is here or for times like this, be let in. Quickly getting up I professionally rush to the door where he is non stop pressing his buzzer. When I opened the door and held it for him, he smiled. “Now wasn’t that buzzer a swell idea Miss. Y/L?” He grinned, stopping to talk to me before he went upstairs to his office. “Early today I see?.” I smiled at him, my hands behind my back. “Well, I need to prepare. I’m expecting a client from Japan early this morning around 6:10, I’ll text you a picture so you know what he looks like.” Grinning he took his phone out. “Sir I am not sure it is wise to have your receptionists phone number, is it?” I wondered, eyeing the phone.

“Oh come on it wouldn’t hurt. The thing I call an assistant probably couldn’t send a picture to save her life, I should probably do it myself.” He smirked, knowing how frustrated I get as he has been trying to get my number for 3 years now with no legitimate excuse until now.
Sighing, I took his phone and typed my Number in. “Well, it only took three years.” I looked at him and smiled weakly before he took his phone and went to the elevators.

Sitting back down at the receptionist desk, waiting until I got down to work. “Guy, Incase Terry shows up late can you make sure the doors are all unlocked by like.. 6:20?” I called to the little room where all of the security cameras were. “You got it y/n! Count on me!” He called back, coming to sit out.

Around 6 o'clock I got a text, the picture of a Japanese businessman. Then I got a call. “Hello?” I whispered, not knowing why since it was just Guy and me. “I need you to play as my assistant for this meeting. Angelic or whatever her name was called me and quit. So please I just need you for this meeting?” It was him again. “Uh sir.. I don’t know..” “Oh come on all you need to do is take notes and listen in. Please play my assistant y/n?” He was close to begging.

“I guess I could do it sir.. I’ll need the passcode for the the 54th floor..” I was a little nervous he wouldn’t give it to me, seeing only he knew it. He wouldn’t even let his last assistant know it.
“Oh.. It’s um.. 0509..” He mumbled.Okay, and you’ll be there when I bring them up right?“ “Yeah bring them up when they get here, bye.”

Then he hung up.
Great okay time to look like an assistant. Oh the fake glasses I keep in my purse. “Perfect.” I whispered to myself, putting them on. “Shit my hair. Fuck I need something to write with.” I quickly put my hair up in a messy bun, but then quickly took it down as I looked like a full on porn star.

A hair clip? Do I have one of those here? Nope. “Guy do you have a hair clip? He has long hair, that’s for sure. “Yeah, here.” He said, tossing me one. “Don’t ask why I have one here, the heat is crazy here at night.” He laughed, as I put my hair up. Just at that moment Guy told me there were men at the door. “Fuck!” I said semi-loudly, quickly grabbing one of the blank daily planners we got some weird reason and a few pens. When I made it near the doors, I walked it calmly, not freaking out inside. When I opened the door I welcomed them, letting them in. “Now if you’d follow me I will show you to the elevator.” I felt so shaky. Like I was going to fall.

When the elevator door opened I stepped inside, Going to the corner by the buttons. I then proceeded to click the button that had the number 54 on it and typed the code in. 0509. Why does that sound familiar? I brushed it off and awkwardly stood with professional men in the elevator going 54 floors up.

I took a deep breath as the elevator doors opened and led them out to the hallway by the conference room, to see him standing there.
Wait what do I do now? I hesitated and Looking at him for help, but he just nodded. “Now, if you will just enter and have a seat, the conference will start momentarily.” I smiled, holding the door open for the men as they walked through the door and sat down.

“You know, I think you have them fooled, that’s for sure.” He smirked walking close to the door, by my ear. “And by the way, you should start calling me by my preferred name in front of them.” He whispered lowly, handing me some papers. “Hand these out to them and sit in the corner. You’ll find proper writing utensils on the corner table.”

“Of course.. Thank you..” I cleared my throat a little bit. “Uh Mr. Hood.”
I awkwardly said, before walking in and giving the proposals out to everyone.

This is going to be a long meeting.

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Something You Can’t Replace

Pairing: Charles Xavier x reader

Word count: 1011

Summary:  Hey! Can you do a Charles x reader after XMA where he’s insecure about his (lack of) hair and she tells him that she’s ok with it even though she’s miss grabbing them during sex :3 thanks !!! And it ends with fluff >

Warnings: I swore a bit so if you don’t like swearing oops too late. Charles deserved to be cussed at tbh

A/N: Story time! When I first saw XMA it was also my first time seeing a X-Men movie. I instantly loved Charles and his beautiful hair and I DIDN’T KNOW HE WAS GONNA BE BALD EVER! ONE SECOND IT WAS THERE THEN IT WAS GONE??? but I got over it and the truth is I love Charles no matter what’s on his head. I still freaking loved his long hair god it gave me liiiiiife I wanted to pull touch it. I said touch. 

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Sing Pt. 3

Sing, Sing Pt. 2, Pt. 3, Sing Pt. 4, Sing Pt. 5, Sing Pt. 6

WARNINGS: SWEARING

Words: 797

Sorry, I feel like this isn’t even like the request anymore I’ve just sort of killed it in a bad way

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The hallways are empty except for a few of his men that don’t make eye contact with Negan. Ever. They’ll shoot you looks, wondering why in the world you’re there.

You reach a room you assume is Negan’s bedroom or some extra room of his maybe. Most likely it’s just his bedroom. Hell, it looks better than your whole house ever did before all of this ever started! So unfair.

“Are all of those women actually your–”

“My wives?” Negan says, cutting Carl off. “Always wanted to screw a whole bunch of different women. I mean, why just settle for one? Why follow the same old rules? Why not make life better? Speaking of…sit.” You both go to sit down, but Negan grabs your arm. Immediately Carl is back up by your side.

“Ah, she gets the seat next to me, okay?” Carl doesn’t sit down and Negan’s grip on your arm tightens, making you grimace. Carl sit down, seeing that if he refuses Negan will only hurt you more.

“Let’s get started.”

“Get started with what?” Carl asks, keeping his eye on you.

“I want to get to know you better, Carl. Well, both of you, of course. See, I’d expect kids your age to be moping around not doing damn thing except crying about missing the prom. But you have a mission. You find me, kill my men, and you’re smart enough to know I’m not gonna let this slide.” Negan starts to laugh, confusing both of you. “I can’t Can't’ do it. It’s like talking to a damn birthday present. Take it off. I want to see what Grandma got me!”

“No.”

“Four of my men! I’m not making her pay now I’m asking you to step up and keep your lady safe. Punishment. Do you really want to piss me off?” Carl sees he doesn’t have a choice and sighs. He hates letting anybody see him with his patch off. It’s rare if you can convince him to let you change it for him instead of having him do it himself when there isn’t anyone else around to do it.

“Almost there.” Carl drops the bandage and lets his long hair hang in his eyes. Get that hair out of your face. Let me see.” Carl moves his hair back, showing a bloody hole where his other eye had once been. “Christ! That is disgusting. No wonder you cover it up. Have you seen it? I mean, have you looked in the mirror? I can see the socket. Can I touch it? Oh, come o, can I touch it?” Anger rises inside of you. You can tell Carl’s trying not to cry and Negan just goes on and on about it. It takes a lot of control to not get up and go over to him. Or to punch Negan where you know it’ll hurt him.

“Damn. Holy hell, kid. Look…I just– It’s easy to forget that you’re…just a kid. And I didn’t mean to hurt your feeling or anything. I was just screwing around.”

“Forget it.” There’s a knock on the door and Negan sighs.

“Go on over to him, I know you’re fighting the urge to. Just go.” You get up and over to Carl, not paying attention to who’s coming into the room or why their here. You sit on Carl’s leg and wrap your arms around his neck. Carl hugs you back, pulling you closer to him as if trying to hide behind you. Your hatred for Negan seems to grow.

“Seriously? I never do that. I guess kids firing machine guns is a little bit of a distraction.” You look up to see a guy holding Lucille. Leaving Lucille somewhere because of you guys? I guess that could be a compliment of sorts. “All jokes aside, you look rad as hell. I wouldn’t cover that shit up. It may not be a hit with the ladies– Well, you’ve already got yourself one so maybe it is. Either way, nobody is gonna screw with you looking like that. No, sir.”

Negan returns his attention to “Fat Joseph” cracking jokes and making fun of him til it’s so awkward Joseph looks like he’s begging Negan to let him leave, which Negan does let him do once the initial fun is over.

“Now, you see? That’s what I’m talking about. Men breaking each other’s balls. This is the shit your dad’s supposed to be teaching you.” He sighs and hesitates before asking another question.

“What do you like to do for fun? You guys like music?” Negan asks. Neither of you answer. “I want you to sing me a song.” He points to you, but then shakes his head. “No, too easy. How about the future serial killer?”

i see a lot of white, skinny, passing, able bodied trans masculine ppl but


where’s the rep for Muslim trans ppl
trans ppl w disabilities
trans girls (*I never see enough of these beautiful ladies, whether they have facial hair or flat chests or smooth skin and long hair, I never see enough of any trans girls)
trans people of color
feminine nonbinary people
trans guys with larger chests and hips
trans guys who like men
trans girls who like girls
black trans ppl
Native American trans ppl

i wish you guys got more representation

mini skirt (kyungsoo)
word count: 883 w.
genre: daddy!kink, slight!dirtytalking, slight!smut
summary:  kyungsoo isn’t fond of skirts, especially those that fit his fantasies.

“I’m home!”

Kyungsoo craned his neck towards the front door shutting and to the sight of his beloved girlfriend.

“Hey, babe!” Kyungsoo replied before setting down the hot pan and turning off the stove. He sauntered to you, leaning down to peck on your cheek.

These past few days the two of you were stuck to each other like two peas in a pod since Kyungsoo’s long absence from home. After a few days of bonding, you realized how the both of you were running out of stories to tell. So, you and Kyungsoo decided to have a time off from each other.

Kyungsoo laid plates and utensils before sitting down on the opposite side of the table. He flashed a grin, “The rice isn’t ready yet, but you can tell me all about your day.”

Kyungsoo’s eyes were just sparkling with wonder and curiosity that you didn’t waste any time on narrating your day. It was a mystery how even in your second year together, you still managed to feel butterflies fluttering all over your stomach every time Kyungsoo sends out a smile.

His smile was cozy and warm. It made you feel safe and protected. Much like home. After all, Kyungsoo is home.

You placed the shopping bags on the dining table. You were ready to get an earful from Kyungsoo because Kyungsoo thinks having sufficient clothes to last a week is already enough. Kyungsoo tends to be a penny pincher when it comes to your mild addiction to following (and buying) the latest fashion and make-up trends.

(Because, most of the time, it’s Kyungsoo’s wallet that suffers when you run out of money from buying your “woman” needs. And by woman, you means make-up and more clothing.)

“I got this brush set for three dollars. I tell you, that Trendsetter’s Bazaar was uber cheap. You should’ve come along with me, Soo.”

Kyungsoo rolled his eyes. “And what, tire me out from following you all day long? Thanks but no thanks, babe.”

“They had clothes for men too, babe. Bazaars aren’t for women only, you know.” You stated while your boyfriend shook his head. He shrugged you off.

“I’m on a budget.”

You sighed, running your hands through your hair. You can’t believe you were having this conversation again. “You say that everytime I ask you to come with me. Soo, look at our closet!”

“If my clothes weren’t there, our closet would look like the deepest part of Mariana Trench. All your shirts are black except for that ugly green sweater you bought last month.” You flailed your arms around and Kyungsoo’s giving you a look as if you had three eyes. “Should I call Baekhyun so he could give you some fashion advice?”

Kyungsoo widened his eyes, if that was possible. “I can’t believe you’re considering this!”

“I can’t believe I’m dating a fashion terrorist!”

“Touché.”

“Anyway,” You continued, “I was running out of skirts to match my blouses–”

“Babe, you have hundreds of skirts.”

“Which is why, I bought this,” You fumbled on opening the other shopping bag before pulling out a mini skirt. One that resembled a high schooler’s skirt. It had a plaid pattern and Kyungsoo was sure the skirt wouldn’t reach his girlfriend’s mid-thigh.

Kyungsoo gulped, not taking a chance to avert his eyes from the piece of clothing. He tried to compose himself because apparently, his pants suddenly tightened and he didn’t know why. Kyungsoo shifted uncomfortably on his seat.

“Give that to Baekhyun or Jongin’s girlfriend.” Kyungsoo said, his voice low. “I don’t want to see you wearing that when we’re outside.”

You saw swirls of lust lurking in his eyes. You weren’t sure if it was because it was Kyungsoo’s nature to be overprotective to such suggestive clothing. Or was it the other way around?

Momentary silence enveloped the couple. You didn’t dare to lift your head. You were fully aware that Kyungsoo was already shooting daggers through his eyes cause you bought such clothing. But then again, this was the first time Kyungsoo’s against you buying a skirt.

Loud beeps from the rice cooker reverberated around the dining area, cutting the silence between the two.

Kyungsoo proceeded on standing up but was stopped when you gently placed your hand on his shoulder. He turned around, his gaze remaining strong.

“Why are you so upset, babe? It’s just a skirt.”

Kyungsoo stepped forward. Your lips almost touched each other but was slightly far enough for Kyungsoo to take any advances.

He snaked an arm around your waist. He swiped his tongue on his plump lips. “I’ll let you keep the skirt.”

You trembled under Kyungsoo’s dark aura surrounding them. This was so unlike him. You made an inaudible whimper when Kyungsoo leaned dangerously close, only to bite the lobe of your ear.

“On one condition.”

His hands glided down to your thighs. They drew invisible circles on your skin. You knew it was bad day to wear a skirt. His touches left a trail of fire, burning on your skin as if he was marking you and claiming that you were his. Only his.

“You’ll wear the skirt tonight only for daddy’s eyes to see. Are we clear, baby girl?”

You shivered under his hot breath clouding your sane thoughts. “Yes, daddy.”

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