look how well dressed that guy is

In the Corner

Summary: based off this imagine given to me by @n-octicolor

Pairing: Castiel x reader

Word Count: 3k (whoooooop go me!!!!)

Warnings: cheesy fluff, dry humping (hUMP THAT LEG LADIES), Cas comes without u even TOUCHIN HIM (bc thats hot), language, slight dirty talk

A/N: I didnt proofread this. I’ll go back and fix any stupid errors tomorrow. :-) enjoy!

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“You got 20 minutes, princess!”

“Shit,” you muttered, getting out of your chair and practically running down the hall to your bedroom.

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Claws-trophobia

So I had this request to have chat, nathaniel and marinette all trapped in an enclosed space, for a long time and finally had a brilliant idea for it (with the help of @squirrellygirlart ) Hope you all enjoy it :) Thanks for the request anon!!

Also @squirrellygirlart did some artwork to go with the piece!!! Check it out HERE!!!!! - it’s pretty amazing!!!


Marinette’s class was helping out at Chloe’s hotel for the day. It was something their class had done once a year every year for as long as Marinette could remember. It was supposed to teach them something about responsibility and the job market and of course Marinette always ended up with the worst jobs on account of Chloe’s hatred for her and today was no different. Marinette was stuck with Gofer duty while Adrien was put at the front desk along with Chloe. Marinette was more than just a little disappointed by it. It happened every year of course but Marinette was beginning to feel that her crush on Adrien was more than a little hopeless. Needless to say Marinette was feeling more than a little discouraged that day. Of course the rage filled akuma that was tearing through the hotel didn’t do much to help improve Marinette’s mood. Marinette ran down the hallway akuma following close behind fiery hair  sticking on end as she screamed in fury. A small fiery blast landed near Marinette’s foot. She yelped as she pushed herself to run faster.

“Marinette!” Marinette was quickly grabbed around the waist and yanked into another hallway as a fiery blast dissolved where she had previously been standing. Marinette looked up to see glowing green eyes staring back at her. She rested her hands on his shoulders their chests brushing against one another as they both tried to catch their breath.

“Chat Noir,” Marinette greeted breathlessly. Chat smirked at her.

“Afternoon Princess, are you alright?” Chat asked, eyes giving her a once over. Marinette nodded.

“I think so,” Marinette assured.

“Good, come on, we need to get you to safety,” Chat Noir released her waist instead taking her hand in his and pulling her along behind him. Marinette let him lead her deciding to transform once he left her to take care of the akuma. Chat rounded a corner only for them to find themselves face to face with the fiery beast. Marinette and Chat Noir skidded to a stop. Chat and Marinette both squeaked as the akuma smiled wickedly down at them fire brewing in her open hand.

“Make a run for it?” Marinette asked cautiously. Chat Noir’s head made a jerky nod. The akuma reeled her arm back fiery blast aimed their way.

“Time to go!” Chat shouted turning on his heel and tore down the hall, Marinette still in hand. Chat led them towards an open elevator at the end of the hall. The doors slowly began to close. Chat released Marinette’s hand diving inside the doorway and keeping the doors open for Marinette. Marinette skidded to a stop just before the elevators glancing back as she heard a door open. Nathaniel stepped into the hallway looking down at his sketch book oblivious to the raging akuma headed straight towards them.

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Close as Strangers: Chapter 10

Close as Strangers: Chapter 10

Word count: 4.5k

Genre: High School au, angst, fluff

Happy Valentines day, lovelies. Thank you if you’re still reading this. Sorry about mistakes, i’m sleepy and just got off work.

Parts:  one | two | three | four | five | six | seven | eight | nine

Originally posted by donewithjeon

The fact that it was March, almost April, was crazy. You were getting into some different colleges and so was Jungkook. It was weird that sooner or later you’d be departing from each other. You’d been thinking about it so much recently. You knew you two would have the summer and everything. It was just that you had been waiting so long for Jungkook to be yours and then all too soon you would be split up. It was like you couldn’t win.

You were trying not to think about it and obviously it wasn’t working.

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TITLE: You Know What They Say About Love and Hate….

IMAGINE: Steve and (Y/N) hated each other when they first met. But it’s been three years, did feelings develop or do they still hate each other? You know what they say about love and hate…

[gif is not mine. requests are open. this one shot was heavily influenced by dan and blair’s relationship from gg -some quotes are directly from there, see if you can spot it]. 

warnings: swear word, mention of the word slut. 

word count: 2.4k+


‘…Because when we open our heart we can explore a world of love. And be pleasantly surprised by the people already in our life…’ gg 3x18

(Y/N) walked down the stairs, the train of her dress flowing nicely behind her. She felt like she was in a movie. ‘I feel like a goddess right now,’ she thought. She smiled to herself imagining her date’s face as she came down. Her smile however dropped as soon as she saw that it wasn’t Nick. “Rogers, what the hell are you doing here?”

Steve turned and saw her at the bottom of the stairs, he swallowed the gasp that would have escaped out of his mouth because of her beauty. He put on the facial expression that he often wore around her -indifference and anger.

“Trust me, I don’t want to be here either but there was a change.”

“What kind of change?”

“Tony,” (Y/N) rolled her eyes, sighed and crossed her arms. “Look (Y/L/N), we need to do this, for him.”

“We’ve tried everything, Rogers. I mean there’s nothing on the guy.” The guy in question was Pepper’s new paramour. Of course nothing was happening between Pepper and the new guy but that didn’t stop Tony from wanting to rip him to shreds. Tony, being Tony of course wanted intense background research on the new guy, trying to find out his deepest, darkest secrets.

“I know, but he wants us to try one more time.” Steve walked towards her, standing in front of her but not close enough to touch her if he extended his arms.

“He’s pathetic.”

This time Steve rolled his eyes. “He’s your best friend.”

She shrugged, “Gives me more reason to call him pathetic.” (Y/N) started walking to the door, Steve couldn’t help but watch as her arse sway. “Coming Rogers? Or are you too busy staring?”

Steve shook himself out of it and followed her.

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Christoffer Schistad // Bad Reputation

A/N: The very first imagine on this blog and the one that gave inspiration to my username. Hope you enjoy it! Requests are open and they would be much appreciated.


Y/N had a face that many people knew around Nissen. It’s not like she belonged to the popular groups and it’s not like she had many friends but people knew who she was. Her beauty would get the attention of anyone that passed by and she dressed so nicely that you would think she got straight out of a runway show, but against what people may think she was a pretty shy girl that liked to only have a small group of friends and matter her own business while keeping the attention away from herself and that means that nobody ever talked about her because it’s not like she gave them anything to talk about, the only thing she wanted was to get through school years as fast as possible. 

But that all came to change when she caught the attention of the biggest player in her school. 

Christoffer Schistad was the biggest fuckboy in Nissen. But one thing was sure, everyone knew who he was and everything stopped whenever he passed. Some hated him and some loved him, there was no inbetween. He belonged to the most popular group in the whole school, The Penetrators, just by that name you can probably tell that they’re all just a bunch of fuckboys but most girls that crossed their path seemed to fall for their charm.


Fredag 21:35

It was a friday night and that could only mean one thing, party. It was no exception for the girls since they would go out almost every friday night like everyone else that went to their school. Tonight wasn’t just any party though, Vilde had managed to get them invited to the The Penetrators’ party. So here they were, just leaving Eva’s house to go to the party.

“I still don’t think that we should go to his party,” Y/N said to the group of girls while walking alongside Noora “It’s just going to be a bunch of horny teenagers that just want to get someone to sleep with for the night and nothing more. I don’t see what the big deal is, to be honest.”

It was more than evident that Y/N didn’t want to go to this party, she wanted nothing to do with those boys, but all of them, besides Noora, seemed to think that it would be good for their reputation, and their Russ Bus, if they went. But she knew better than that, if one of them did sleep with any of the boys they would just leave in the morning and pretend they didn’t know them. That’s what boys like them did. But she just wanted to have fun, so she went anyways. 

They got to the party and you could hear the music from outside. Right in the doorway there was a couple making out and she could already picture how it would look inside. Surprisingly, when they got in it wasn’t as bad as expected. The music was so loud that if you talked you probably couldn’t hear your own voice but besides that it looked pretty good. While Vilde went on her hunt for William, Y/N and Eva decided to go get themselfs some drinks. 

As soon as she walked in she could feel the eyes of a group of guys on her, but it was nothing she wasn’t used to. She liked to dress well and go with full on glam makeup to these parties, and usually that would get a lot of attention on her, it wasn’t that she wanted to impress anyone but she just simply enjoyed doing it. She was wearing a black jumper with some knee high boots, which was a simple yet fancy outfit, and her usual curly hair was now straight giving her a more mature look. 

5 minutes after getting her drink she had already lost Eva, who probably found a hot guy to go have some fun with, if you know what I mean. Y/N found herself alone and decided to go sit on a white couch, that looked pretty comfortable, and just enjoy her drink while warming up for the party. As she looked around, she realized that this party looked pretty much like every other party that she ever went to and not some ridiculously crazy one which she was pretty grateful for. She saw Vilde talking to a guy that she assumed was William and Eva not far away making out with a guy she had never seen before while the other girls were nowhere to be found as per usual. There was a lot of people here that she recognized but also a lot of people that she didn’t and that she was sure were not from their school. 

 As she felt someone sit on the couch beside her, she looked to see who it was, immediatelly rolling her eyes. 

“What is a pretty girl like you doing in a party like this, all by herself?”, the voice belonged to the one and only, Christoffer Schistad. 

 "Well, I was trying to avoid running into people like you but that isn’t going as I hoped" she replied without looking his way, but instead looking at the party in front of her. 

Chris just gave his usual famous smirk. The fact that she was playing hard to get just made him want her even more. Usually girls came falling on his lap without him even having to say anything “Oh and why would you do that? I’m such great company" 

That made her roll her eyes and she was sure that one more minute with him and her eyes would roll to the back of her head “Well I’m sure you could be. If I wanted a one night stand with you but that doesn’t seem to be the case” with that she looked at him and gave him her most fake smile. 

That only made his smile grow bigger as he put a hand on her thigh “Well then we’ll just have to change that won’t we, babygirl?“ 

Y/N slapped his hand away and put her hand on his shoulder giving him an apologetic smile “If you think that by acting like that you’ll get me in bed with you then you clearly don’t know me but you get points for trying” and with that she patted his shoulder one last time, and got up to find some better company, leaving a suprised Chris behind.

The rest of the night went as any other party would go. After leaving Chris, Y/N went to get another drink and found some friends that kept her busy for the rest of the night, that was until she felt her phone buzz in the pocket of her jumper and there was a call from Eva. She excused herself from the group to go answer “Hello?” she said into the phone. It must have been something urgent for Eva to be calling her in the middle of a party.

“Y/N? Oh thank god! Listen, you need to get outside as soon as possible. Vilde is crying and I think it has something to do with William but I don’t know she just won’t stop crying and I have no idea what to do. I also can’t get a hold of the other girls” she heard Eva say in a panicked voice.

She started walking fast to leave the house while getting her jacket on the way, “Okay, listen I just need you to calm down. I’m on my way outside”. As soon as she stepped outside she saw Vilde sitting in the sidewalk and Eva hugging her to try and calm her down. She ran to her friends with her heart beating so fast that she thought it was gonna jump out of her chest. Eva looked up at the sound of someone running and as she saw her kneel down next to Vilde she let go of the crying girl letting Y/N hug her now.

Once they got Vilde to calm down they called a taxi and went back to Eva’s house since her mom was away. On the way there, Vilde told them that she was like this because she saw William kissing another girl at the party and she ran out crying because she just couldn’t handle watching it. Y/N felt too bad to tell her that that’s just the way that boys like him do stuff, so she simply comforted her friend.

Once they got to Eva’s house the three of them were too exausted to do anything so they completely passed out in Eva’s bed with their clothes from the night still on, and that’s how they stayed until the morning.


For the whole weekend Y/N was sick. When she woke up on Eva’s bed on Saturday she felt her whole body and head hurt when she tried to get up and at first she thought that she was just hungover but she didn’t even drink enough to get drunk so when she started sneezing, she knew she had a cold. 

She left the house before she got anyone else sick and got a taxi to go home, on a normal day she would probably just get the bus or walk since they lived pratically 20 minutes away from each other, but she didn’t feel like doing the ‘walk of shame’ while being sick.

Once she got home, Y/N took a shower and got in her bed with her laptop and that’s where she stayed all weekend, the only times she got up was to go to the bathroom or go eat something. 

When Monday came she was feeling a lot better but decided to stay home anyways to make sure she wouldn’t get sick again. She didn’t like to miss school, specially because today was bond to be a dramatic day and she loved drama, but that’s what the girl’s groupchat was for. 

Apparently she missed a hell lot of stuff, this morning when Vilde went to confront William about not caring about her and just using her as a trophy, he went and asked what her name was and then he had told her, in front his friends and the girls, that she wasn’t “good enough to be a trophy” and as Vilde ran away Noora stepped in to defend her and totally shut William up. And this is why she should have gone to school and also because she would have given William the biggest slap he would ever get in his life. Nobody talks to someone like that, specially one of her friends, and gets away with it. 

After lunch, when Y/N was getting back under the covers to continue with her tv shows, she heard the sound of a notification go on her phone so she went to see what it was. It was a dm on Instagram from a name that she recognized way too well. 

From christschistad: ‘I was looking for one of your friends for william and guess who I found. You. It looks like fate has brought us together again, that has got to mean something’

Y/N laughed after reading what he had sent her. Even after she denied him, he still wasn’t going to give up

To chrisschistad: ‘it does mean something, but nothing to do with fate, just the fact that you’re a stalker’

From chrisschistad: ‘maybe maybe. But I just trying to know more about the first girl to ever turn me down. I gotta admit my heart cracked a little bit’

To chrisschistad: ‘well than I would probably advice you not to keep talking to me because you might just get your heart broken’

From chrisschistad: ‘playing hard to get i see, but I would rather take the risk’

She didn’t reply after that, she really did not want anything to do with him, so she was sure that if she just ignored him he would eventually give up. She proceeded with her Gossip Girl marathon and that was all she did that day, but it was a much needed lazy day. 


Tirsdag 11:30 

Tuesday came around, much to her unhappiness, right now Y/N and Sana just left the class that they had together and were on their way outside to their usual spot to meet with the rest of the girls.

As they were leaving the building, they saw the rest of the group sitting at the table and Y/N smiled, happy to see her friends. She sat down and they started chatting about anything and everything but in the middle of one of those conversations, she managed to zoom out and saw Chris in the opposite side of the courtyard with some guys that she guessed were the rest of the penetrators. 

She didn’t mean to stare, but she did, and as he felt eyes on him he looked up giving her a smile, that she didn’t return since she looked away, ashamed to have been caught staring. 

Right after, she felt her phone buzz and went to grab it from her jeans pocket. 

From unknown: staring at me eh? you could stare at me all you wanted if you agreed on going out with me this friday ;) 

The girl rolled her eyes and she knew exactly who the text was from, and she didn’t need to look at him to know that he was looking at her. 

To unknown: i don’t think you understand this but i want nothing to do with you so, no. 

She put her phone in her bag knowing that if he was smart, he wouldn’t say anything after that. 

She kept talking to the girls until it was time for class again and they all got up to go inside. Y/N was walking alonside Vilde, since they were going to have the same class, when she felt someone grab her wrist.

She looked back, only to find the last person that she expected, Chris. She freed her arm from his grip and turned all the way to look at him. Vilde was the only girl to realize what had happened but stopped and stood by her friend, if anything was needed.

“Please go on a date with me. Just one, and if you don’t want anything to do with me after that I won’t bother you anymore but I promise you won’t regret this” he pleaded, shocking Vilde and everyone that was close enough to hear this. 

Y/N rolled her eyes at this and wondered how many girls he’s said this to “How many times do I have to say no? I don’t want anything to do with you already. I won’t be just one more girl for you to have sex with, because I’m not like every girl that just throws themselves at you. I get that you’ve never been rejected and you think I’m just played hard to get, but guess what, I’m not. So please just leave me alone!” 

When she tried to leave again, he knew he couldn’t just let her go so he grabbed her arm one more time, careful not to hurt her, preventing her from leaving “Look, just please listen to me. I know I have a bad reputation, but besides being the first girl to reject me, you’re also the first one to really get my attention. I know you may think that I say this to every girl but I don’t, and you can ask anyone you want, I would never go for this much trouble for just any girl, but you seem special. I really want to get to know you, so please just give me a chance”. 

Y/N didn’t know what to say, she just stood there with her mouth open and looking like she had just seen a ghost but realizing that Chris was waiting for an answer she managed to get some words out “I mean, I guess one date won’t hurt anyone. But if you mess this up Schistad, you won’t be getting any second date" 

With this, a smile errupted from the boy’s face "I promise you won’t regret this. It’s going to be the best date of your life. See you friday at 7, I’ll pick you up" 

Chris left, leaving Y/N confused but with a big smile on her face, turning to Vilde that squealed and hugged her friend. After fangirling, they remembered they were both very late to class and started running. 

Y/N never thought this would have happened, but all she wanted was for friday night to go well. And she hoped that Chris would prove her first thoughts on him to be wrong. But what she didn’t know was that this was only the beggining of something really good.

One of a Kind (Jughead x Reader)

Prompt: Can I request a Jughead x plus size reader where the reader has a really loud a unique laugh and even though she can be quite sarcastic like Jughead she can also be his exact and she basically is the only person that can make him smile and laugh a lot ? Maybe throw in him letting her wear his beanie and just a really cute relationship ? Thank you so much.

A/N: Here’s a happier one! I actually felt a lot better after writing this and laughed a lot during this. I hope you like it. Requests are welcome!

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One of a Kind (Jughead x Reader)

Jughead Jones III was not exactly a sad person but it took a lot to make him smile or even laugh. The closest thing most got was a small chuckle or his famous half smirk. Some even believed he wasn’t capable of such joy.

The truth was he simply lost that joy when Jellybean and his mother left. Leaving him with his father who was almost always drunk.

It all changed when Riverdale High got it’s newest student.


You groan when you glance at your schedule. You had opted out when they offered to have a student show you around and now you were kind of regretting it. You figured that it would at least be built like your last school but no. Riverdale High looked as if it hasn’t gotten a makeover since it was built.

“I’m guessing you’re lost?” You turn to see a very well dressed guy grinning at you.

“And I’m guessing you’re gay?” Mentally cringing at how harsh that sounds, you went to apologize only to have the boy laugh.

“I like you! I’m Kevin Keller, Riverdale’s only out gay.” He chuckles as you roll your eyes.

“Names (Y/n). Riverdale’s New Student. Who clearly should have taken the tour.” You sigh at the paper in your hand.

“I gotcha girl.” the boy, Kevin, links his arm with yours and snatches the paper out of your hand. “Good, you have next class with me.” and with that, he drags you down the hall.

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anonymous asked:

Could u do a request of MC finding out one of the RFA members was someone that she or the other hated each other for just a misunderstanding and how did they eventually get along by explaining whats going on? Thanks ^^! A small scenario would be great for this.

I really need to learn how to do small :p Hope u still like this ^^


RFA and MC  with a rough start

Zen

  • He was at this club with some actor fellas
  • He was heading to the bathroom, when this tipsy girl bumped to him
  • “Tipsy” was being kind, she could barely stand, he held her and helped her sit on the floor, looking around if someone could help him, she looked like she was about to pass out.
  • “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” you showed up of a sudden, wrath in your eyes.
  • “I was… I was just helping her. It’s not what you’re thinking, lady. I…” he tried to explain, but he knew what this looked like, he would probably think the same… but you looked at him like you were disgusted. Did he really look like someone to take advantage of a drunk girl? Like… a rapist?
  • You helped your friend get up and took her away from there, from him. He wanted to help you two to find a cab. “You’ve done enough for tonight, pervert!”
  • And you already knew it was a misunderstanding, your friend was conscious enough to explain to you the whole ordeal, you wanted to go back and apologize, but you were already in the cab.
  • He would probably have told you the same he’s telling now: “There’s nothing to apologize, I know how guys are and you couldn’t possibly know. Your friend was lucky she had someone like you to take care of her, babe!”


Yoosung

  • He was playing LOLOL, facing this rival team.
  • His crew ended up losing this round
  • His team fellas were pretty conformed, but he was sure this one user was using a cheat code
  • He confronted the user on a chat where both teams were hanging out and talking shit through the headsets, and the user, with a very teasing and girly tone, didn’t deny…
  • “Bitch!” That’s the first time he uses this word, that’s how PISSED he is!
  • “I’m still online, asshole.” And you turned it off. Ohh! Were you mad? Well, so was he, but he felt like a prick by offending a girl like this.
  • Yoosung immediately recognized your voice and apologized a million times when you two met. You giggled, it was no biggie, girls are called worse things in games like this, and… you really cheated…
  • “I KNEW IT!” he said, matter of factly. “So, uhm… can you show me the code you used?”


Jaehee

  • C & R was having this event outdoors.
  • She was working backstage
  • You were also working, but to the company responsible for providing food.
  • You didn’t have a name tag or anything that could identify you as someone from the staff, so she assumed you were one very lost guest
  • You protested as she tried to politely remove you from backstage, but she kept saying that without identification, you couldn’t be there. She thought you were just another woman trying to reach Jumin…
  • “Fine. I’ll go! You’re just as incompetent as everybody in my department. Good bye!” Oh my… did you just quit your job? Apparently, you did, as you walked away from there, she could read the company’s name on the back of your shirt… ohhhhh
  • Well, you hated that job, their incompetence of not even giving you proper identification (like, one that didn’t involve you pointing to your back all the time) was just the tip of the iceberg.
  • She still apologizes, she just had to look at your back! That whole scene could be avoided. You apologize too, it’s pretty obvious now you don’t think she’s incompetent at all!
  • She shrugs and just hugs you: “So, before you helped me quit my bad job, I helped you quit yours?” Yeah… something like this…

Jumin

  • It was a business party, he was talking with this old man
  • “Okay, business aside. Have you met my sweetheart, mr . Han?” the acquaintance asked Jumin. “MC, sweetie… come here!”
  • Oh, you are… young, very young! Too young to this guy, actually. “Nice to meet you, Mr. Han. Daddy, can I get you anything to drink?” you turn to the old man. Daddy? Gross, have you no shame of saying things like that in public?
  • You  and Jumin bumped into each other at the bar a little later. He’s still a little uncomfortble from what he heard before…
  • “Hope daddy isn’t being too insistent on that deal, Mr. Han. Be patient, okay? He can be a little of a control freak, but he’ll give in if you act nice.” you smile sweetly, there’s that word again… you have no chill, do you?
  • He judged you silently for the rest of the night, even when you weren’t close to your… “daddy”. Ugh… he hated women like that, he was glad you were taken, otherwise his own father could show up to snatch you away any minute, you were just his type…
  • It took him a while to recognize you, he was probably a little tipsy that night, it took you to start call him “daddy” for him to remember… “He really is my father, Jumin. Like, the man married to my mother.” You laughed, he wasn’t used to feel this embarrassed, was he blushing?
  • You just laughed, this was funny because your father was trying his best to set you two up that night, okay, now Jumin is definitely blushing.
  • “I mean… you see the irony in all of this, don’t you… daddy?” “MC, please…” he’s red as fuck, you broke him!


Saeyoung

  • He was on a mission on this host club.
  • His target was a guy who worked for the government and was dealing with a lot of confidential information regarding the national forces.
  • You are one of the hostesses, the guy asks for your company. Well, this is a host club… but this is troublesome for Seven, ugh… he needed the guy alone.
  • So he goes in your way and tells the guy he saw you first. “That’s… not how it works, sir.” You say politely. “Really? Not even if I buy his drinks and ours?” Wow, was he that interested in your company? You weren’t sure, but your boss told you to stop being stupid and going with the ginger guy.
  • Well, you should have stayed with the first guy, this one was boring, he wasn’t asking for any booze, he just ordered Dr. Pepper and stared at his phone the whole time. You tried your best to talk to him and be nice and all he told you was: “Don’t need to be nice to me, I’ll still pay you, don’t worry.” He wasn’t even looking at you…WHAT A PRICK!
  • “You know, when I saw you in the CCTV and figured who you were, I was really embarrassed, but I… wanted to take the opportunity to finally be a little nice to you…”
  • “And look how that turned out, huh?” you were obviously referring to those days at Rika’s apartment… shit! Are you still mad?
  • “Of course not, silly! I’m just joking! And truth be told… it was my best fee ever! That guy drank so much he threw up at my colleague’s dress! So… you saved me from that one.”
  • “Well, I… got a good fee for that mission too…” you two give a high-five.
Rockabye (pt.7)

genre: angst / stripper!au 

pairing: you x jimin

word count: 3.3k

Originally posted by hongshiyoung

“What do you mean?” You asked more scared than ever. Your heart was practically beating out of your chest. You felt sick to your stomach.

“It’s exactly what I said, Y/N. We need to talk when you come into work tomorrow. From what I can see, I don’t think you are going to like what I have to say either.” Namjoon replied quietly while walking out of the bathroom with Jungkook next to him.

Great.

This was not good. This really was not good. When you had to talk to Namjoon, it was never okay. The situation would have to be either extremely bad enough, to where it needs to be brought up to Namjoon, or if the workers did something wrong. In this case, you did do something wrong. You broke the rule.

“What’s going to happen, Y/N?” Jimin questioned like he was a child and he just lost a loved one but didn’t understand what was going on. He was looking down at you, with his forehead resting on yours. His skin was warm and you could’ve sworn his heart was speeding up every minute you didn’t reply. He was worried. Really, really, worried.

You look up to meet his now dull and dark eyes. They weren’t glistening like before. He was hurt. His body language and eyes were like a tattle-tale, yet there you were, not able to do anything about this situation.

You already knew what would happen. Namjoon would threaten your job. It’s black and white for him. You either continue working at his business and leave Jimin or you leave the business and stay with him. It was up to you, not Namjoon.

As much as you liked Jimin, you knew you shouldn’t have done this. You had put everything into the relationship and Jae-Eun even started calling Jimin, dad. It obviously wasn’t the full word since he was still under a year old but it was pretty close.

Jimin makes you happy. He comforts you when you need it and gives you space when you just aren’t feeling the company, which was rare. Without Jimin, you weren’t sure what would happen to you. Without him, is like a bike with a flat tire. You can still get to your destination but it would be a slow ride and you knew, you would most likely give up in the end. The thing that sucked was, you didn’t even know where your destination was and you weren’t willing to find it, alone.

But, you also needed this job. You needed to support your son. Sure, while you and Jimin are together, he would give you the money he has been giving you for months already. But, if you aren’t seeing each other there was no doubt in your mind that he would stop providing you with it. Which meant, going back to working twice as long and less time with your son.That also meant going back to sex, you didn’t want to have. You had no choice.

This is what you had to do.

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Short Skirt - prompt request drabble

Request: Prompts 1 & 53

“The skirt is supposed to be this short.”

“That wasn’t very subtle.”

I wrote one for Reid, one for Morgan, and one for Alvez all in this post bc lol idk i really like the combination of these prompts!! 

which one of these is ur fav?! i like morgans the best. let me know in the tags! ENJOY!!!

Originally posted by sherrykinss

Spencer Reid:

As you got ready to go out to dinner tonight with your boyfriend, Spencer, you recalled work earlier today when a bartender who had some information on the case was blatantly flirting with him right in front of you. In her defense, she probably didn’t know that you two were together, but still. You were a little annoyed. Not at Spence, because of course he was oblivious to her intentions.

Anyway, as you got dressed you decided on wearing a skirt that was a bit shorter than what you usually wore but it made your legs look great. You wanted to see how he’d react and what he’d say.

Once you were ready, you stood in front of the mirror in the bedroom to see the final look. Spence had just walked in, and cleared his throat upon seeing you.

“Um, not that uh, I can tell you what to wear, because it’s your body and you can put whatever you’re comfortable in on it, but-”

“Spence, spit it out.” you chuckled, already knowing what he was going to say.

“Isn’t that a little short?” he asked, motioning to your skirt before placing his hand on the back of his neck. 

“The skirt is supposed to be this short.” you stated, leaning closer to the mirror to apply lipstick. You turned to your boyfriend, smiling. “Something wrong?”

“Uh.. no, no, everything’s fine..” he muttered, more to himself than to you.

He exited the room, clearly flustered by the sight of you in a tight shirt and short skirt. You immediately felt bad, but smiled to yourself, “Baby,” you called out as he turned around and came back. “I’m only kidding. I won’t wear this, I just wanted to see how you’d react.”

“Oh thank god,” he muttered, walking towards you and engulfing you in a hug. You giggled as he continued, “the thought of another man seeing you in this makes me so jealous.”

“Yeah, I could tell. That wasn’t a very subtle reaction.” you chuckled.

Derek Morgan:

Derek was very attractive, it was just a fact. Not only how he looked physically, but also his personality made him irresistible. Lucky for you though, you had him all to yourself.

One thing that always got to you however was when women would flirt with him right in front of you. He really wouldn’t flirt back because he only had eyes for you, but it still really bothered you. 

Today while shopping, four different woman so far had attempted to get his number or flirt with him in one way or another. You hadn’t even been out for three hours, yet.

Derek waited on a bench outside the dressing room as you tried on a skirt that you’d distractedly picked up. It was a tight black miniskirt that made your butt and legs look amazing but it was too revealing for your taste. You were about to take it off when you got an idea.

You peered through the crack in the door and saw another man sitting on the opposite end of the bench Derek was on, presumably waiting for his own girlfriend. You smiled mischievously and smoothed out your snug white button up before taking a deep breath.

You unlocked the door and stepped out proudly, smiling gently at your boyfriend as he raised his eyebrows at you. The other young man on the bench also looked up at you, his cheeks going red as he saw how great you looked.

Derek saw this in the mirror as you pretended to fix your shirt, and he turned to the guy. “Hey,” he said. “eyes to yourself.”

The man’s eyes widened, and he mumbled an apology before waiting for the other woman in the dressing room outside instead. A second after, she left as well, looking mad and following after him. Now, you and Derek were alone.

Derek stood up, slowly approaching you. He rested his hands on your waist. “Now, you wanna tell me what’s going on?” he asked, flexing his jaw. 

You bit your lip. Your eyes met in the mirror so you smiled innocently, then turned around to press a soft kiss to his lips. “The skirt is supposed to be this short.” you said, defending yourself weakly. He rolled his eyes. 

“I think someone was trying to make me jealous.” he said seductively, body pressed against yours as his lips grazed your own but he didn’t kiss you fully. You pouted. “Was it that obvious?”

“That wasn’t very subtle, baby girl.” he smiled. “I only have eyes for you, and if I didn’t know that there were cameras in here, I’d prove it to you right here, right now.”

Needless to say, you dropped everything and drove home in a hurry.

Luke Alvez:

“The skirt is supposed to be this short.” you said to Luke before he could even comment on it, like you knew he would. You were about to go out to lunch and you knew he’d say something about how other people would try to look at your ass when you wore something this short and tight, but how he didn’t want them to because you were his, and all that. Sometimes he could be very possessive.

“Y/n..” he trailed off, raising his eyebrows at you.

“Yes, babe?” you questioned sweetly, walking up to him and pressing your hands against his chest.

“You know that when you wear stuff like this we never usually make it out the door..” he mumbled. He held onto your side and looked at your lips.

“Who’s to say I wanted to make it out the door?” you asked, winking at him. 

In one swift motion, you were in his arms and being carried over to the bed, where he laid you down and kissed you hungrily. “That wasn’t very subtle.”

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Okay so, if you have ever had the misfortune of being in chat with me on the topic of Assassination Classroom you would know I have a very strong belief of gay Karma and demi/pan Nagisa.

Now I was ecstatic to learn they were making the KorosenseQ spin off an actual series (Which is very likely the story Korosensei mentions in passing in the main series he wants to write in which he wouldn’t have to die and therefore is more than likely written by the octopus himself) anyway back on track, while the series seems to have diverged a bit from the comic now (tbh I think they made it better especially pope Gakuho omfg) but with the episodes being so short it means they emphasize certain things while cut other things out.

Trying to stop rambling now the thing that’s really caught my attention is the relationship between Karma and Nagisa (this is 100% a ship post if this is your notp then please stop reading now, if you do ship it or at least tolerate feel free to continue) and since @serenity0220 likes my analysis of these dumb boys so much figured eh what the hell lets post what I noticed in this episode.

Spoilers blow the cut turn back if you haven’t watched the episode yet.

Excuse the lack of spell check I’m literally copy pasting this from my skype chat.

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I don’t know what brought this on (but I suspect @i-lavabean might’ve been involved), but as I was leaving for work today my mind constructed the following scenario:

Obi-wan, Anakin, and several clones are on a stakeout, waiting to trap a supposedly neutral politician that is suspected to be dealing with the Separatists. Ahsoka isn’t with them, she’s with Padme again. (Seriously, that girl was less Skywalker’s Padawan and more Skywalkers’ Padawan)

The Clones are missing Ahsoka, and begin to wonder what she’s doing and if she misses them too.

Rex: “Eh, just as well. She’s probably enjoying a chance to have girl talk.”

A Shiny: “What’s girl talk?”

Rex: (looks puzzled for a few moments) “…I guess it’s just talk, but with another lady?”

Another Shiny: “Oh. What d'ye suppose ladies talk about, then?”

Group: “Hair?” “Tattoos!” “Maybe dresses and whether or not you can hide sniper rifles in them?”

Anakin: (knowingly) “Justice.”

Obi-wan: (a touch wistfully) “How to deal with perennial idiots as well, I’d imagine.”

cut to Coruscant, where we see what Padme, Ahsoka, and Satine are actually doing

They’re literally just in a speeder with the windows down, singing Hooked On a Feeling at the top of their lungs.

Why are they doing this? Why was there such an elaborate build-up to this moment? I don’t know, guys. My brain spins stories like it’s on a tab I’m not looking at, half the time.

Just a Girl-Part One

Originally posted by imultifandomstuff

Summary: Klaus is the original hybrid and (Y/N) is a normal human being. He’ll do anything for power and she’ll do anything to save the man and city she loves.

Klaus Mikaelson x Reader 

(Y/N)= Your Name

(Y/L/N)= Your Last Name

Requested: Nope, just a trial run. But hope to do more on this blog.

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Success - Stuart Twombly

warnings: none i think
word count: 3043

Originally posted by feelingdylano


Your whole life, you just wanted to be successful.  Ever since you were four, and begged your Mom to begin practicing riding your bike without training wheels.  It was a long fight between the two of you, her thinking you should wait, and you crying and pleading to try.

You met Stuart Twombly on a Tuesday in the second grade.  The day before you had gotten sick, and missed your first day of school.  You were making up work while doing the current work sheets.  It was nearing time for recess and your little hand had barely scribbled down half of one math sheet.  Your eyes began to water as you knew there was only a few more ticks on the clock before you would miss playing outside for a day spent in the class, practicing your times tables.  But a little boy with thick glasses came up and plopped next to you.  You’d quickly attempted to wipe away your tears, but he hadn’t said a word, just took a paper from your pile of ‘work to be done’ and began doing it himself.  It wasn’t until the end of the day that you spoke to him.

“I’m y/n” You said as you sat next to him on the reading rug.  He looked to you from the book his nose was stuck in, a look of confusion on his face.

“St-Stuart” He stuttered, and you smiled big.

“Thank you for helping me on my homework” You said, sitting criss cross and fixing your skirt in your lap.

“Yeah, you looked upset and I felt bad and I don’t have friends so I thought I’d help but I didn’t wanna make you feel worse by saying anything so-”

“I’ll be your friend” You said, cutting off his quick rambling.

“Wh-what?”

“You said you didn’t have friends.  I wanna be your friend” He grinned ecstatically.

“Really?”

You and Stuart were best friends through all of your school years.  In fact, you were all the friends the other had.  Just the two of you.  Elementary school was easy, the rest of the years you had every teacher together.  But it was when sixth grade started that things changed.  Classes changed.  You couldn’t be together twenty four seven like you had grown so used to.  Although Stuart seemed to accept the challenge, and it seemed like he never left your side.  He was there for you when you had your first period in eighth grade, having no idea what he was supposed to do and bringing you a bag full of chocolate.  You were there for him when some kids were making fun of him for being a nerd.  Sure, you solved it by getting detention for beating people up, but that was besides the point.  And when your junior year of high school rolled around, you really seemed to grasp that you and Stuart could not be together like that forever.

It was late, not that it mattered.  You were sitting in your living room recliner, Stuart sprawled on the couch on his stomach.  You’d both been studying, but of course as the night when on, he gravitated more towards his phone than his textbooks.  Your need for success never died, so you were in chapter 24 on an AP Biology textbook that you’d begun this morning.

“Stew” You said quietly, closing the book and setting it onto the ground.  He looked up, adjusting his glasses and clicking off his phone.

“You okay?” He could tell by the tone of your voice that you clearly weren’t.  You thought for a moment.

“It’s junior year” You said, and he chuckled.

“Wonderful observation my dear” He said sarcastically.

“Yeah but like, then we’re gonna be seniors, and then it’s college and-”

“Okay, okay alright come here” Stuart sat up now, putting his things on your coffee table and sitting up.  “Come sit with me” He said again, and you got up just to collapse onto the sofa next to him.  “Alright, what is it that’s eating at you?” He asked as you laid your head in his lap.  It was almost routine, how he’d ask you to open up, and you’d just lay here against him, his fingers running through your hair.

“I’m scared”

“Scared of what dear?”

“Getting split up” You didn’t see his confused look.

“What makes you think we’re gonna get split up?” Stuart asked you, still petting your hair.  “College? Come on you know I’ll just trail you wherever you choose to go”

“Oh come on, and what if I pick somewhere you hate?” You said miserably and sat up, turning to bury your face in his jacket.

“y/n, y/n you’re sleep deprived that’s why you’re all wonked”

“No seriously” You whined.  “I don’t want to do that you know how bad my life’s gonna suck without you in it?” Your hands grabbed the sides of his blue hoodie, still hiding yourself.

“I’m sure you’re going to do amazing, you’re gonna make so many friends, and get- get um… get…”

“Please don’t say pregnant” Stuart choked.

“Actually I um I was gonna say a boyfriend” He mumbled reluctantly.  It was quiet for a while, and he watched as you let go of his shirt, and you laid back into his lap.  You stared up at the ceiling, hands folded over your stomach.

“A boyfriend” You repeated, your tone unreadable.

“Yeah, uh, you know, to go to Prom with maybe or something”

“I’m not going to Prom”

“And why the hell not?” Stuart sighed.  “That is the one thing that like.. Every teenage high school girl feels the primal need to do.  Sorry dear, but you y/n, are a teenage, high school, girl” You attempted a small laugh, but he just felt bad.

“Yeah, yeah I know but see then there’s society’s standards and I’d have to go with a guy and go dress shopping with all my girlfriends and be perfect and win prom queen and king and have that stereotypical slow dance where I realize I’ve been in love with him all along, we kiss, and the rest of it is how my life goes” You say with a sarcastic dismissive tone, and making Stuart chuckle.

“And how’s your life go?”

“College.  Marriage.  Job.  Kids.  Repeat” You grumble, and he smiles a little at you while you’re looking away.

“You have to go to Prom y/n”

“Oh well” You shut your eyes.  Your whole body curled up and a few minutes later, you passed out.

Stuart had shown up at your house the night of Prom.  He’d brought you a newly bought and beautiful gown, a corsage, and his own tux with a tie that matched your dress.  You’d grinned and jumped into his arms when he’d told you he was there to help you get your future the right way.


But here you were today, your mind reviewing the past nineteen years of your life.  You watched as everyone filed onto the bleachers, and you subconsciously scooted yourself closer to Stuart.  He looked at you from his phone, and easily noticed you were nervous.  Your lips was snagged in your teeth, your hands were wrung in your lap, and your foot was slightly tapping, leg bouncing a little.

“You’re fine” He said, hesitantly reaching over and setting one of his hands over both of yours.  You looked at him now too.

“What if he calls on me while I’m here? I don’t want to get called on, I hate getting called on” You told him just as someone slid into the seat next to you.

“I’d like to call you sometime” You heard an english accent say.  Stuart glared at the boy who’d spoken to you, and you flustered.  The boy flashed you a charming smile, and held out his hand.  “I’m Gharam” He said with a wink, and you shakily shook his hand.

“y/n” You responded.

“Great talking to you” Stuart spoke up, eyes still narrowed.  “Bye” He ended monotone, but the boy, Gharam, just chuckled.

“You’re new?” He asked you.

“Actually no, I’ve been here two weeks” You told him.  “Are you new?”

“I am indeed” He said.  “Internship” You nod.

“CEO’s assistant” You replied.  “Assistants actually, Stuart here works with me” You said, holding his hand now.  Stuart would’ve smiled, if this English douche bag wasn’t ruining a perfectly fine moment.

“Wow, impressive”

“Yeah, worked forever to get somewhere, and he got me here” You said, leaning onto Stuart now.  The boy with beanie knew exactly what you were doing, you were being touchy with him because you wanted Gharam gone.  But he didn’t mind.  This has happened quite a few times actually, and Stuart never cared once when you used him as a fake boyfriend.  “Isn’t that great?” You said, and Stuart wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling your body closer to his, until you were touching completely.  Stuart smirked at Gharam.

“Yeah, that’s wonderful” He said, his accent thick and monotone, as he grabbed his bag, and left.  You grinned and sighed in relief at Stuart when it was just the two of you again.  He moved to take his arm away, but your hand snatched his wrist and kept him where he was.

“Movie night?” You asked.

“No, the apartment’s still messy” He responded, and you rolled your eyes.

“It was your night to clean it, I did it last time” You whined.

“I’m sorry! We can do something else, we can… go see the Golden Gate Bridge?” A smile crept onto your face.

“Really? I haven’t seen it yet”

“Yes I know dear”

Backtrack again.  In the two weeks you’ve lived here, you’ve shared an apartment with Stuart.  No, you weren’t dating, but everyday you got ready for work together, went to work together, and came home from work together.  So your dreams together of staying with one another always, really had worked out.

“So we can go get food somewhere and bring it there… or-or something” He stumbled, and you nodded, putting your head on his shoulder.

“Sounds amazing.  You’re the best Stew” You said happily, stealing his beanie and pulling it over your own head.  Yeah, yeah that’s me, he thought to himself as he looked down at you.  The best.  Even his thoughts were snarky towards himself.

But he couldn’t help it.  He’d been practically in love with you, or so he thought, for the past six years.  Six years of you falling asleep on him, grabbing his hand, stealing his hat, using him as your boyfriend to get away from guys at the bar.  Hell he even tried to tell you about his feelings at Prom… but the time just never seemed right. You’d danced with him, and he thought that surely, that was the best thing that could ever happen to him.  But, when he found an opening in Google for an assistant, he’d gotten it for you immediately.  At first you were furious, yelling at him because the job was in California, and you lived hours away.  But then he told you he was going, so he could live with you and help you out, and you started crying.

“Oh my God, Stuart Twombly you are the single greatest person in the world!” You screamed running and throwing yourself into his arms.  Yours linked around his neck tightly as tears rolled down your cheeks.  Stuart held you tighter, swinging you around.  When you pulled back, you grinned at him and kissed his cheek sloppily, but making him blush.  “You’re amazing” You said for the fourth time since hugging.

You giggled adorably as you sipped your diet soda.  You and Stuart were sitting at an overview park by the Golden Gate Bridge.  The both of you sitting in the grass and eating while talking about anything, and everything.  When the food was long gone, you just sat side by side in the quiet.

“LA’s pretty when the sun sets” You said softly, leaning back on your hands.  Stuart nodded and hummed in agreement.  He looked over at you as you stared at the city before you.  Your features looked beautiful in the darkening light.  He smiled at this, and you glanced to him.  “Lay down with me” You said, leaning all the way back to lie on your back, and he did as told.  Again, it was silent as you lid there, waiting for the stars to appear, as Stuart continued his stare towards you.  “What’re you thinking about?” You whispered, turning your head to look at him.  Stuart smiled a small smile.

“I’m really glad I did your homework for you in the second grade” He responded, and you blushed a little, reaching to hold onto his hand, which he gladly allowed.

“Yeah, yeah me too” You replied.  “Stew I think-” You looked down, not knowing how to properly finish your sentence.  “I think that…” He raised a brow, not sure what you were trying to say.  Eventually, you sighed, and smiled at him.  “I’m really glad that you get to work with me too” His hopes fell a little, but he smiled nonetheless.  

“Me too my dear” He said, squeezing your hand.  He rolled onto his side and you stared at him, your eyes were slightly wide, full of questions and thoughts.  “You want to know something embarrassing?” Stuart asked you, taking a short leap of faith, and you smiled, an airy laugh brushing past your lips.

“Yeah of course”

“So when that loser sat next to you today-” You were already laughing at his uncaring tone.  “I was actually kinda pissed off”

“I know.  I could tell. You get those douche senses you know, where you can tell if someone’s a jerk or not” He laughed a little too, and nervously scratched at his eyebrow.

“Yeah I guess but like… he was smart” You shrugged and shook your head, giving Stuart a confused look.  He was getting all frustrated.  “And.. to most people’s standards he was like… attractive” He mumbled this time.

“Stew, are you trying to tell me you’re gay?” You giggle.

“No I’m trying to tell you that I don’t want you to get a freaking boyfriend!” You froze momentarily, unsure of what to say to that.  It was silent for a good minute, before you slowly sat up.  “Ok-okay that came out wrong” Stuart stumbled standing up, and you swayed a little nervously.

“No, no it’s okay” You assured.  “It’s fine” He gave you a weird look, and you turned away, staring at where the sun seemed to touch the water as it set.  You wrapped your arms around yourself, keeping your body warm as you thought.

“I’m sorry-”

“Really, it’s fine, you didn’t do anything wrong.  Not your fault no one’s ever wanted to go out with me” You muttered the last part towards the ground.  But he heard it anyways.

“y/n that’s not true”

“Yeah well say that to my single virgin ass” You mumbled, trying to make a joke but you sounded depressed.  Stuart sighed, and walked over to you, wrapping both arms around you.  You kept your own arms around yourself as well, but leaned into him, pressed your forehead into the crook of his neck.

“I’m unlikeable”

“Not true” He responded firmly.

“Well I am” You mumbled into his shirt.

“y/n! What’s it gonna take for you to realize how amazing you are!” He yelled, picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder.  You shrieked and hit your hands on his back.

“Stew! Stew put me down!”

“No way! You’re too blind!”

“Stuart you’re not making any sense!”

“y/n you’re so smart! You’re working at Google for crying out loud! Harvard and Stanford would be fighting to have you on a full blown scholarship!”

“I have a job to maintain, I don’t have time for college right now” You replied, giving up on fighting him.  But he didn’t put you down.

“You take care of me, like all the time, you’re always busy but we still hang out all the time, just like you said we would” You smiled now, a hot blush creeping on your cheeks as he spoke.  “And no, I don’t know how you haven’t had a boyfriend, you’re so amazingly beautiful, you’re stunning, really, it just blows my mind that people can actually believe we’re dating- I mean like when you don’t like someone that’s hitting on you- cause that does not look right I mean you’d definitely be way out of my league-” You wiggled in his arms, sliding down to stand again, and he let you.  “What? I’m serious” He said when he saw the look on your face.  Your eyes were wide as you stared at him, your thoughts from earlier flooding back into your mind.

“Really?” You asked in a hushed tone, and Stuart swallowed thickly, accessing the situation.  You were a head shorter than him, both your hands on either of his shoulders, as though steadying yourself.  But he nodded.

“Yeah, yeah really” You smiled softly, eyes flickering between his, and you leaned up quickly, but paused, on the tips of your toes, your eyes staring at his lips, his at yours.  And in a second, you both filled the gap between you.  His lips were warm, and soft on yours.  Gentle, but moving quickly in sync with yours.  His hands came up to cup your cheeks, yours linking behind his neck.  And when you parted, both breathless, you smiled.  “Stuart I think I’m in love with you” You whispered, and you brushed back strands of your hair, smiling victoriously.

“Yeah well I know I’m in love with you” You felt yourself blush deeply, and your smile was so big you were almost embarrassed by it.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” You asked quietly.

“I dunno I didn’t wanna ruin anything?” You shook your head with a laugh, and reached up to kiss him again.

“You’re such a cliche dummy” you said, kissing him once more.

“Sorry” He hugged you tight and you buried against him.

“I forgive you” You chuckled slightly.  “But it’s still your turn to clean up the apartment”

“Damn.  To think you almost ruined the moment”


and they lived happily ever after :)
thought you guys could use something since part 13 of Like She’s Mine won’t be up till tomorrow or monday… i’m so sorry i thought posting an old draft would soften the blow.  big hearts for y’all tho

xoxo ~ jordie

Aaron’s Top 5: Pokémon Villains

Originally posted by djsockpuppet

Pokémon evil teams. They range from the mafia to eco terrorist to teenagers who couldn’t even steal a bus stop. But no matter the generation, one thing that can be said about the teams, is that they’re entertaining through their simplicity. For the most part. While the teams do have an easy to follow motive and plan (exceptions vary), there’s a lot more depth to these sprites than you may think. Just because the character has 10 facial expressions, doesn’t mean there was only 10 minutes spent writing them. Evil doesn’t have to be complicated. Hell, some of these people, I wouldn’t even classify as evil. They still need to go to jail for what they did though.

Just how evil are they? Well, let’s take a look.

Originally posted by deadpoolian

Guys, Gals, & Non Binary Pals. This is Animated Aaron’s Top 5 Pokémon Villains!

5: Team Plasma

Originally posted by x-mozillafennekin

It’s Monty Pythons flying circus!

I wasn’t really into the designs for the grunts at first. But then I realized, it actually works better than some of the designs for the villain teams. Plasma wants to ‘liberate’ Pokémon from the ‘oppressors’ known as trainers. They see themselves as the, well, knights in shining armor standing for what is right! Might as well buy your own hype and dress the part.

Pokémon has always had some sort of self-aware humor or comment at some point in the adventure, but this was the first time it was in the player’s face throughout. The idea of the series is to show Pokémon respect and be nice to others. The whole world shares one sky. So…what’s with the tournaments where we force magical animals into legalized dog-fights? Yeah, you’re really showing the love there. Now, of course, the gen 5 games try and play it down the middle showing the pros and cons introducing a clever debate for the characters to have. It’s a competition and these Pokémon can take the hits. Like how mma fighters get a beer after they go 3 rounds. But you’re still capturing the animals against their will and training them to fight.

Team Plasma was a great challenge for long time Pokémon players. In the sense that they bring attention to an often ignored plot point in the games I mean. They’re still the villains. Meaning, they’re doing something in some kind of way that you (the player) need to stop. It kind of loses its meaning when you’re stopping two plasma grunts from assaulting a Pokémon to get an item from it. Or when they destroy a city to send a message.

This doesn’t bother me too much since it proves going to one extreme isn’t the way to fix another extreme. But…guys…come on.    

4: Aether Foundation

Originally posted by sailorcinnamonroll

You know what’s better than a villain team that thinks two wrongs make a right? A villain team that doesn’t even know they’re the villains. …Well, the ‘grunts’ and the public don’t know anyway.

Aether is basically a wildlife foundation. They take in lost and injured Pokémon nurturing them. At first I figured this was a lie since the opening cut scene is a girl being chased by some employees before escaping with a Pokémon. So obviously they’re bad right? Well, no. Lillie stole that Pokémon from the higher ups. Security is just doing their job.

Meaning, the twist is that the board of directors of the company are the ones up to something. The employees are just that. Employees. They come into work and get paid to make sure the Pokémon are safe. They’re just as surprised as you are when ‘Pokémon from another dimension’ just start showing up. It’s one of the few teams where the ‘evil’ comes 100% from the leader. Lusamine.

So what makes Lusamine ‘evil’? Well, they don’t show it (thank God) but she abused her two children Lillie and Gladion for not being ‘perfect’. Basically, ‘be a doll that I can customize both physically and in personality and I’ll respect you’. She applies this logic onto the Pokémon as well. How? Well in her room are some Pokémon kept frozen in state so that she can ‘love them’. What the hell does that mean? Don’t know. And I think that’s the best part.

This witch is zubat-sh*t crazy and needs to be stopped. She can’t be reasoned with nor was she in the end. She honestly can’t tell that what’s she’s doing and what she’s done is wrong. And I like that. Sometimes you can’t talk ‘the bad guy’ down. It’s good to know why they might be doing something, but that doesn’t take away the fact that they’re hurting someone/something because of their arrogance. Lusamine is conducting illegal experiments as well as ripping apart the fabric of space of time while telling her lower ranked employees, ‘Don’t be late for our Thursday picnic! We’re holding a raffle!’

I wish there was an option to punch her in the face.

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the first fic I’ve written in a while that doesn’t suck!!!!

College AU for the few people who requested the “Lance and Keith get detention but Lance is sick” fic. However, since high school AU is not my jam, I tweaked it a bit so they can be older, and it’s a college AU. There’s a line of dialogue in here I’m actually really fucking proud of myself for so I hope you like it!

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#45 Three Days To Love (Harry Styles Series)

Hello guys! 

So, I was so inspired by SNL and soldier Harry that I have written something along those lines. I have so much planned and I’m finally writing again! 

I hope you like this one! 

“Are you sure?” She asked me again.

 "Am I sure about what?“ I asked packing my bag and finalizing the checklist. 

"Sure that you want to meet him. Sure that he is safe and not some creep!” Her doubts coming to the front.

 "He is not a creep, Ashley! He is in the army and we have both Skyped him, remember?“ I laughed. 

"Yeah, 6 months ago though! And once! And you only talked to him so many times and only have corresponded through letters and…" 

"Babe, he is the army. And we have corresponded as closely as we have been able to, whenever he is around, right?” I assured her. 

“Are you sure you want to spend the day and well, the night with him? I mean, we are here on a holiday and you’re here with me and that’s what your parents know! If you happen to die or something, what will I tell them! That we lied to them and you went to meet your boyfriend, who you are meeting for the first time in a year!” This did sound crazy. 

“I have talked to him for two years now! And we started dating only 9 months ago. We haven’t been able to meet because we never were in the same place, you know that. When he was in town, I wasn’t and he only comes home for a bit. He is on an off for three days for me and I can’t believe my luck that our parents agreed to send us here. I am so ready to meet this guy. I have loved him for a long time and even though our relationship isn’t conventional enough and questionable, I really don’t care at the moment,” I told her. “Do I make sense?”

“Yeah, you do. Okay! Alright…go. But, you’re texting me your location all the time. I will be right here. Have a relaxing day, and keep a track of your texts, okay?” She hugged me.

“I promise! Okay, wish me luck!”

I sat on one of the benches in the park. I was early, 30 minutes to be exact, but that’s just because I didn’t want to be late. I was in my best dress, the one I thought I looked nice in at least. It was not too dressy, but not too casual. I was so nervous. In two years, we were meeting for the first time. Taking our friendship to a relationship was a big risk, but we figured that, I wasn’t falling for anybody else and he didn’t have any other interests except me, so we just fell.  It wasn’t strictly planned or asked, it was just said.

 I remember how my friend got me his contact from her boyfriend. I had been cribbing about being lonely forever and, she just proposed this to me. I, intially found it absurd, but having no interest in the guys around me, planned to give this a try. It panned out nicely. I don’t think either of us took it too seriously in the beginning. We were just corresponding through hand written letters. But, slowly as the letters increased to topics we both couldn’t stay away from, and the months passed, it suddenly just happened. Then came the first call, then skype, exchanging actual photographs of ourselves to talking on call, and taking a deep breath when we heard each other’s voice. It was surreal, but also so real. We actually had real conversations through our letters. Not conversations like my friends had about going to gyms or sex, or booty calls or sex, it was so much more. Yes, there were a couple about sex, but they came a lot letter, where I knew I was getting frustrated for sure.

I looked at my phone, switching on the front camera, to check the little makeup I had applied was still there. I tried to play around with my hair, but they were a little long now, and since I never had hair this long, I was not used to experimenting. So, I just left them open, and fixed my dress. I had fifteen minutes left, and I shifted on my seat, keeping my bag close, and fixing my heels, looking around an almost empty park.  In our last call, last night, he texted me the location of where to meet since, he knew this place better. It was so strange, we had each other’s number, but we didn’t text last night. He had his phone for three days before he had to submit it back, three days with me.

 I was so nervous. I played a song on my IPod, but shut it back down, since I couldn’t get myself to concentrate. What if he doesn’t come? What if he us a bad guy wanting to kidnap me? No. That’s not possible, okay.

I texted Ashley, about how nervous I was, and went through my mails, since I had work to respond to, and it was a good distraction as well.

 "Jade?“ I heard his voice, and I stopped typing. I slowly looked up to the man standing next to my bench. I literally, scanned him. From his boots, to his brown checked pants, to the white shirt, unbuttoned a couple from the top, his tattoos peaking through his shirt. His hand, held his coat jacket. He dressed up for me, with a bouquet of white roses, my favorite in his other hand. My eyes traced up, to his full lips, lips I had dreamt of kissing again and again, his lips smiling to show a dimple on his cheek, to his eyes, sparkling green, staring at me in question, a little frown coming up, since I was not responding. 

"I am Jade,” I nodded, sitting up straight, and keeping my phone inside my wallet. 

“Am I late?” His voice sounded so much more delicious in person. His accent more prominent than it sounded on call. “I swore I was early,” he said.

 "No, no I am just really early,“ I stood up, standing right in front of him, as his eyes did the same thing to me and I did to him. I noticed how I was shorter than him, trying to remember this height. Our eyes met again, after we had imprinted each other in our brains, and he smiled so wide, and bright.

 "That’s good, then,” We couldn’t say a lot. I was a chatterbox, he still remained quiet. But, somehow the Skype sessions didn’t prepare me for this interaction. “I, I…umm, I got you this,” he said, giving me the bunch of flowers. 

I took it from him, as gracefully as I could. Trying not to embarrass myself, and I thanked him for it. “You’re way beautiful in person than I could ever imagine.”

 "Ditto,“ He smiled. "Is that your bag? Let me take it,” he picked it up from the bench and started walking towards the exit of the park with me. “So, umm, like I told you, my aunt has an apartment in this town," 

"Which she doesn’t use,” I said, remembering our conversation.

“Yes, she doesn’t live in town. I got it all ready for us, so umm, we could keep your bag there, and go around town?” He asked.

 "You talk way slower in person, than your calls,“ I said, looking at him. He was so beautiful. He stopped, a frown coming up, "That’s good though, I talk really fast," I laughed. 

"You do, it balances out, I guess. I like you laughing,” He said and I blushed. “I think we have a lot of firsts to get through today." 

"Yeah, that is true. I have a habit of saying things on my mind though, I am trying to control it, and am getting better, but it’s pretty instinctive,” I said, realizing it was the exact thing I was doing. 

“You write what you exactly think as well,” He smirked. 

“Are you teasing me?” I giggled. 

“Me? No,” He hand my bang on his shoulder, as he took my hand to cross the road. I swear, I felt a spark and we both stopped at the foot path. Our first touch. I tightened my hold around his fingers, and he did the same, looking at me, and then we crossed the road. 

Not letting go of our hands, he explained how the house was right next to the park, in the lane we were walking towards. “Harry?” I asked, stopping a bit. 

“I like you saying my name in person,” he said. “What happened?" 

"Nothing, I wanted to say your name in person." 

"Jade,” He smiled. “Here we are,” we stopped in front of a small house, and climbed up the stairs. He kept my bag down, and still didn’t let go of my hand, which made me feel so warm. He opened the door of the house and picked up my bag, as we walked in. 

“Wow, it’s a beautiful house,” I remarked, as I saw the beautifully furnished apartment. 

“Thank you, my aunt is a home designer. She uses this one as a show piece." 

"You sure we can stay here?” I asked, not wanting to touch anything in this place. 

“Yeah, don’t worry. I took permission and everything!” He laughed. He led me inside the house as I saw his muscles flex. It was so weird. When you are with a person you don’t notice the little intricacies of the person and, with him I was trying to remember everything and ingrain it. 

“I’m going to keep your bag here,” He kept it on a desk. “Do you need anything from it?” I nodded, finally letting go of his hand, noticing we both sighed and then taking out my wallet. “Do you want water?” He asked. I nodded and he went into the kitchen. I quickly texted my location to Ashley, and followed him inside. “There you go,” He handed it to me. “I have food planned. Preparations are made, and we’ll have dinner at home,” He said, looking proud. 

“I’d hope so. You do boast a lot about your cooking,” I teased. 

“Soon enough, you’ll know why!” I kept the glass in the sink. “Do you want to rest for a bit, or want to go out?”

“Whatever you like,” I shrugged. 

“Let’s go to the beach?” I nodded and we walked out.                                                                                                                                                                                      He took my hand again, and we walked out the back door. “This is the ideal house,” I laughed. For a while we didn’t talk just taking each other in, I guess. “I can’t believe, I’m here with you,” I said after a while. “I’m sorry, I can’t stay silent for a long time and I just want to hear your voice,” I said.

 He laughed, “and hear you laugh. Hear you shout, scream, get angry, scold, tease, there’s so much to do, and we don’t have time!" 

"Well, I am glad we don’t have that wall to break. I kind of knew you’ll take care of the communication gap. We can take off our shoes here.”

 "What if someone steals em?“ I asked. 

"No one would, really, it’s safe.” I stepped on the sand, feeling it in my toes, "I like sand,“ I told him. "When I was young, we had a backyard where my grandma just left this part of the land to play with mud and sand, always saying it gives you character. I loved it! I talk a lot don’t I? Tell me when you get annoyed?” I asked, shying away. 

“I don’t think that’ll happen, Jade. I have waited so long to just hear you talk.” He took my hand, again as we walked towards the water. “I love the beach. There is something really calming about it. Want to sit?” I did at once. “I thought, you’ll crib about getting your dress dirty,” He laughed. I just looked at him, “you aren’t really like anyone else, are you?” He said, putting my flick back behind my ear. I put my cheek in his palm, quite instinctually.

“I like your suit." 

"Thank you.”

 —

We spent the afternoon chatting. Somehow I didn’t have to think of topics. They just came up and we took it from there. It felt nice to know that, he was the same in person to the guy I was talking to for so long. In the couple of hours, all our boundaries of not knowing each other just fell apart, quite like the Sand we were surrounded in and, we sat close to each other. His fingers playing with my hair, mine playing with his fingers. “Are you hungry?” He asked after a while. 

“Hmm, where are we eating?” I asked. 

“C'mon, get up. We have to walk a bit. There is this nice seafood restaurant here.” He knew the things I was allergic to, like shrimps, and how much I loved prawn. He ordered wine, which I knew was his favorite. 

“Oh! I got something for you!” I remembered. “I opened y wallet and took out the little piece. It was a ring. I knew he liked wearing them, whenever he could. 

"Hey! Where did you find this from?” He asked, shocked.  

“Is it similar to the one you had?” I asked. 

“Yeah! It’s so similar. Thank you, Jade,” He looked at me with a look of such adoration in his eyes, I swore, I was all puddle inside. We ate food, talking about his childhood and mine, and so much more which just added to one another. 

“I am paying,” I told him, as he called for our checks. His thumb was brushing my collarbone, “you’re making me dizzy,” I told him. 

“Really?” He smiled. “We are splitting, come here,” He said trying to take the bill from me. 

“No! You are making dinner, and I want to spend on you." 

"Why can’t we split. C'mon, let’s split. We ordered a bottle, listen to me!” He said, and I couldn’t help rejoice the tone. 

“Are we having our first argument, Mr. Styles?” I asked, cheekily. 

“In person, yes.” He said, distracted by my smile. 

“I’ve paid though,” I said, shrugging. He frowned, leaning back. 

“Not fair, Jade,” he huffed, I came forward, showcasing my chest as his eyes shifted, and kissed his cheek, slowly, relishing this moment.

“Deal with it, Mr. Styles,” I whispered in his ears. His hands climbed up and held my hair in a fist, pulling my face, directly in front of him. His eyes shifted to my lips, as I gulped.

 "Your bill, Ma'am,“ The waiter called and, we sat up.


PART 2

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Maid - Joker x Reader imagine part 4

a/n: yes babes its finally here ehehehheh it will be quite rough cause people have requested me that so yeah i am sinning as i am writing this help me god!! oh and this is really long btw, at least for me

oh and (h/c) means hair color btw :)

characters: ok you know the drill but for anyone new its JOKER ; READER

warnings: quite rough smut, daddy kink (cause i know you perverts love that ;])


Time passed and it was all settled. A new maid had been hired, new stuff for me bought… I told him that I didn’t need anything new, that I could just drop by my place and get my stuff, but J insisted. He said ‘i will have everything for my princess to be happy’. That made my heart melt, but also many bank-robbings and heists happen. I didn’t know much about his business, only that it was dangerous.
Usually the day went by with me reading books, cooking, shopping or drawing while he was out - sometimes he’d take me with him to meetings to show that I was his girl. He came home either happy or mad but either way we’d end up having sex. Was I complaining? Not at all. I loved it, there was always something different each time.
As for today, he had woken up before me and probably gone out. But not before leaving a small bag on the floor next to where I was sleeping. I stretched out, sat up in the bed and picked up the bag. It was black and it had a little pink envelope of my name attached to it. He rarely did this. I carefully opened the envelope because I liked to keep them and read what the letter inside read.

my precious angel,

here’s something i’m definitely going to rip off of you, but put it on before 9pm and if you like, put some of that makeup on your face, there will be a car waiting for you at 9pm

there is some business i’d like to do and take you with me

- J

I smiled at the letter and put it back in the envelope. I looked at the clock on the nightstand - it was half past 11am. I smiled again and reached my hand into the bag. The material of something felt like silk. Oh my, I thought, pulling the contents out. I took the shiny one in my hands and laid it out on the bed in front of me. It was a shiny, kind of short silver dress with a very deep V cut. The cut ended where the belly button should be, starting on very thin straps that had beads all over them (a/n: ok we all know that joker likes his lady in a revealing attire so yah)

The other thing were panties. Well, they barely counted as because they were more strings. They were a blush-y red tone, and it was lace and only lace. He must really love lace on me. Last time I wore a pink lace lingerie set, he needed me right there right now. We were at a restaurant - yeah, how romantic - at one of his business meetings and, as J got a little hot and bothered, he discovered my choice of lingerie and had me there in the restaurant’s men’s room. That’s how much he loved lace on me.

Should I try the dress on now? Yeah, probably. I took off the large shirt I was sleeping in and stood up from the bed, taking the dress with me. Slipping on the dress and zipping the back of it, I looked in the mirror at myself. Wow, did the dress look good on me. It looked perfect on me, I looked perfect in it. I was turning and posing in front of the mirror when I heard a knock on the door.

  “Just a second!” I yelled out, slipping out of the dress. I put it and the lingerie back in the bag and put on the large shirt on me. It came down to my knee, so I was safe form exposure. I walked to the door and opened it. There was our maid, Jennifer who was only ten years older than me, standing with a smile.

“Good morning, miss.” She said and I smiled in response. J insisted on everyone in the house calling me 'majesty’ or 'queen’, and they’re scared of him. So I tell them to call me less… higher than them when it’s just me, but around J - they call me as he pleased. Oh, I felt pity for them.

“Hi.” I said, leaning against the doorframe with a goofy smile on my face.

“Breakfast is in the dining room.” She announced. Jennifer was almost like a mother to me. “Is everything okay, miss?”

“Yeah, everything is just perfect, Jen.”

“Okay. You just seem to be in a very good mood now, which is unusual but good.”

“All is good, my friend. I will be down in a few minutes.”

“Alright, miss. Anything else I can do for you?”

“No, thank you. You’re dismissed.” I said and closed the door after seeing Jen nod and leave. I actually felt bad for her and the other staff members - Joker was a scary guy around everyone and there were strict rules for the staff.

First and most important, you can’t tell anyone where and who you’re working for unless you want to get killed because Joker knows everything. Second, strict working hours. You must come to work 20 minutes before your actual shift starts and can’t leave until everything’s done. Third, you must do everything and anything Joker or the Princess ask you. This payed good money, but it was also a very hard and kind of a dangerous job. You just had to keep your mouth shut.

Breakfast was wonderful, as always. Jennifer always made amazing food, especially breakfast. There were always fruits, pancakes, eggs and everything else that I could desire. Sometimes she’d make glorious English breakfast, which she was good at, too. When J wasn’t having breakfast with me, I always let Jennifer sit with me. I tried to be nice to every staff member, even J’s henchmen - they deserved it.

The day all-together had gone by pretty quickly, and - sooner than I thought - I was already doing my makeup in the bathroom. Nothing major, just some mascara and pink lipstick. I took off my comfy clothes, put on the lacy lingerie and slipped into the dress again. My (h/c) curled hair fell perfectly over my shoulders and it was for me to decide what shoes to wear. Luckily, I had just the  pair of white heels, which would go well with the dress. 

Putting the shoes on, I noticed that it was already 8:59pm. I looked at myself in the mirror one last time and then exited the bedroom. I walked down the stairs, only to be met with two of J’s henchmen. 

“Good afternoon, miss.” One of them said and I smiled.

“Hi, boys.” I replied. “Here to take me to your boss?”

“Yes, miss. Let us escort you to the car.” Another one said. I walked up to them and they led me out of the house, into the chilly afternoon of Gotham’s autumn. They walked me to a black car and opened the backseat door for me. I gladly took a seat in the car and they closed the door.

The car ride was short, but it felt as if it was so torturously long. Maybe I just couldn’t wait to meet him. The man at the wheel stopped at J’s club and I couldn’t stop smiling. I really wanted to see him.

One of the henchmen opened the door for me and I stepped out of the car. My heels clicked against the ground as the henchmen led me into the club filled with music and drug-driven youngsters and gangsters. The henchmen walked me to the bar table where he was standing. He was slowly turning around and once his eyes found me, they sparkled. He was in a suit, he had a small purple bow around his neck. His green hair was slicked back, as always.

“Darling,” he said with the famous smile of his. “Come to Daddy.” He said and I needed no more to run into his arms. My arms went around his neck as his snaked over my waist and stayed there. 

“I missed you,” I said, putting my hand on his cheek. He growled.

“Mmm, I missed you too, baby girl.” He said through a growl and looked at my lips before kissing them roughly. One of his hands slid down to butt and grabbed onto it, and I was sure it’d leave a mark. “I really love how you look in this dress.”

“Well, I can only thank you, Mr. J for buying it for me.” I said with a smile.

“Yo, J,” I then heard somebody say from behind us. Joker’s head turned to the voice and the look in his eyes changed. It was probably a business guy. “Can we have the meeting now?” 

“You are not to say when we meet.” Joker sternly said at the tall guy. He was in a simple attire, unlike other people, and us, in the club. “But I’ll have my men escort you while I’m taking care of other business here.” His eyes narrowed at the guy. He followed J’s men while J himself turned back to me. “Now, my dear. Do you want to go dancing with other girls while I’m at business or do you want to come with me do business and show that guy you’re all mine?” J asked, tilting my chin upwards with his gloved hand.

“I want to come with you…” I almost moaned in response. 

“Then let’s go, my dear.” J said and turned around, putting his arms around my waist as we walked to the back of the club. There was a round section that was separated from the outside with bead curtains. A guard parted the curtains to let us through. The guy, J’s business partner was standing at a round table in the middle of a - also round - golden sofa chair. Joker moved me before him and whispered in my ear: 

“Sit down, doll.” I nodded and made my way into the circle, taking a seat on the sofa chair. Joker soon followed, sitting right next to me and putting an arm around my waist. “You can sit down.” He coldly spoke to the guy, who sat down across us. “Do you want anything.. to drink?”

“Nah, I’m not thirsty. Thank you, J.” The man responded. “Although I have to say - everything you offer is pretty valuable and priceless.” This man already seemed really sketchy to me. J had probably already cracked open his shelf by reading the man like an open book.

“What are you trying to do?” J asked in a menacing tone. “Sweet talk me?”

“No, J, I was just telling the truth.” He said, looking me up and down. A sketchy creep? Jesus. I felt J beside me tensing up and breathing heavily, seconds later his hand left my waist and was on my thigh, dipping his fingers into my skin. I put my hand over his and caressed his rough skin to calm him down.

“See her?” J gestured with his hand at me, looking the guy right in the eyes. “She… is all mine, only mine.” J saw the way the guy looked at me. Now he was afraid of Joker. “Do we have that clear?” 

“Yes, J.” The guy nodded. “But where’s Harley?”

“Harley? Who? Where’s Harley? Harley, Harley, Harley…” Joker turned his head all around. Harley? But who was that? “Harley… is not your business.”

“Yes, sorry for asking, J.”

“Now, let’s cut to the chase. I feel like there’s something you have to give me. Isn’t that… money?”

“Y-yeah, about that…” the guy trailed off, the fear was evident in his eyes. J narrowed his blue eyes at him. “t-the money’s gone.”

“The money’s gone?” Joker repeated. Oh, this was bad. 

“Y-yes, I’m sorry, J.” The guy’s head hung low. “If there’s anything I can do, I will. But it was so unexpected, if we-”

“You could shut up.” Joker interrupted in an angered tone. J then rose to his feet and walked over to the guy, sitting next to him. What was he about to do? “You know, people do deals. One does something in favor for the other and the other does them a favor in return. You know what I’m talking about?”

“Y-yeah.”

“Well, you and I had a deal. I did something in your favor. But you… didn’t do me a favor back. Now, do you know what I do with people like that?”

“No, J.”

“Doll face, don’t look.” J said as he was taking a gun from behind him, only I could see. Oh my God. “Sweets, look. Away.” He said again and I turned my head away from them, focusing on the beaded curtains. “I do this.” I heard right before the sound of a shot being fired sounded through the club. I screamed, as well as many other people. I turned my head back around and there sat J with a sinister look and blood splattered on his face. One of his henchmen handed him a handkerchief and he cleaned his face with it. Did he kill the man?

There was blood all over the sofa chair above the now dead body. I put my hand over my mouth, not believing what had just happened. It was the first time I had witnessed him killing somebody. Oh my God. And this was business for him. Oh dear.

J rose to his feet again and reached his hand out for me. I looked up at him with fear visible in my eyes.

“C'mon, sweets, let’s go. We have to go.” He said, impatience audible. I stood up, not to anger him even more and he took my arm, pulling us out of the round lounge. “We have something to do back home, baby doll.” We and J’s henchmen walked through the backdoor of the club and J pulled me into his lamborghini, in the passenger seat. I was really scared of him. He just killed someone. In front of me. So that was his way of taking care of people who don’t do him good. I definitely did not want to be on his bad list.

The car ride home was deadly silent and J’s hand was on my thigh all the time, creeping up and down. Once we were out on our driveway, J barked at his men to stay outside in case someone comes looking for us and dragged me inside. After he closed the door, I turned away, standing before him with my eyes to the floor. His fingers raised my chin up, but I turned away. He cupped both of my cheeks in his hands and raised my face to look at him, but my eyes were anywhere but looking in his. 

“Look at me, doll.” He said. “LOOK AT ME!” He shouted, making a tear escape my eye and I looked at him. “Good girl. Now… Daddy has some rage to express..” he said, sliding his hand underneath my dress. I didn’t want this, not in this situation. Yes, he came home angry and we had sex, but this was different. He killed a man with the same hand that was on my waist now. This was not wanted by me.

J growled and pressed a kiss between my cheekbone and ear. I sobbed, closing my eyes.

“What is it, angel?” He asked, slowly kissing down my neck. “Aren’t you enjoying this?” I didn’t speak a word for some reason, as much as I wanted to. Joker took me by my waist, hopping me over his shoulder. He walked through the house, up the stairs and entered a room - our bedroom - and dropped me on the bed. 

He crawled over my body and looked at me with that menacing look in his eyes. His lips pressed against mine as he growled, sending vibrations through my body. In the wrongest ways possible this was turning me on slightly.  His hands slid up under the dress, massaging my breasts with his rough touch while tears were rolling down my cheeks one after another. 

“Daddy..” I moaned out in a crying tone and J suddenly ripped the beautiful dress apart, exposing my upper half to him. 

“Now this is a sight I like to see.” He growled and there was even more aggressiveness and anger in his voice. He tugged the lace panties off of me, down my legs and threw them away. He then unbuckled his belt and I used the opportunity to back away from him. I brought my knees to my chest when I reached the headboard of the bed. J was at the edge of the bed, only in his boxers. He noticed me huddled away from him and snarled. J’s hand reached out politely at first, but then he grabbed my ankle and yanked my body towards him. “Why don’t you be a good girl and obey Daddy.” He said, growling the last two words, almost barking. Not waiting for my reply, he turned me over so I was on all fours before him. “You know Daddy doesn’t like it when you don’t obey him.” He spoke, running his hands up and down my sides, taking my breasts in his hands and groping, kneading at them. I released a moan and almost lost balance on my arms. 

Suddenly, without any kind of warning, he slammed his length into me (a/n: dear god help me i am sinning my father), releasing a high pitched moan from my mouth. His fingers combed through my hair, then grabbed it all in one hand and yanked my head up so my back was pressing into his chest. I yelped, but moaned again as he thrusted deeper. 

“O-oh, my God…” I managed to croak out. J pulled my head back by my hair so now it was resting on his shoulder.

“Do you like that, doll?” He asked huskily in my ear, thrusting into me again. I let out a breathy moan. “Do you like Daddy fucking you from behind, huh? Are you enjoying this?”

“Y-yes, Daddy, I am…” I said in between moans. He had already touched my G-spot and I was near my release already.

“You see, baby girl,” he spoke, lowering both of us onto the bed, “Daddy is very mad at the man not doing me good. But,” he said, running his hand down to my pulsating heat, “Daddy disliked even more the way that man was looking at my baby girl.” His lips sucked onto the skin on my neck, his fingers circled my clit and his cock thrusted into me from behind. I was already out of breath, he was driving me insane. 

Moans kept leaving my mouth as J was grunting and growling in my ear when he started thrusting even faster into me. I released an almost pornographic moan, grabbing the sheets around me.

“Nobody. Can have. My baby girl.” He growls in my ear, sending me over the edge. My whole body shivered as I rode out my orgasm and I felt him release his load into me. My breathing was ragged, but heavy as J pulled his cock out of me and exhaled deeply. I tried to calm down my breathing , sweat leaking everywhere on my body as well as his. 

His hands were on my waist as he turned me around so i was facing him. He kissed my lips with a growl of satisfaction and bit onto my lower lip. 

“Let’s get you cleaned up, baby girl,” he whispered. 


a/n: oHMYGOD LETS ALL SIN TOGETHER SHALL WE

The boy is mine?

Pairing : Sam x Reader, Dean
Word count : 1,290
Author : Mel
A/N : Idk what radio station my kid is listening to, but when I went to shower, it was playing “The boy is mine” by Brandy and Monica (that was a kick in the childhood). I wrote this as a result.



You checked yourself out in the mirror before getting out of your car. This was so not like you. But he was hot, and sweet, and you were very, very interested. His name, was Sam. A guy like him could walk into any room, anywhere, and have his pick. But for some reason, he was slumming it online with the likes of you. And you were not about to complain about that. You had been chatting with him for months, and he messaged you tonight letting you know he was finally in the area. Sure it was an hour away from you, but you didn’t mind the drive. Gave you time to calm your nerves at finally meeting him face to face.

You took a deep breath before opening the hotel lobby door. It wasn’t a fancy place, probably two maybe three stars at best, but you didn’t care too much. You heard someone coming up behind you, and held the door for her.

“Thanks.” She gave you a smile as she strolled past, her high heels clicking, and hips swaying in her tight skirt. She must have a hell of a hot date tonight.

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Old Friends (3/?)

Summary:

  y/n and Sam Wilson have been neighbors since she moved to NewYork . When Sam started being an avenger they drifted, just random texts or calls . That was until the events between Steve, Bucky and Tony.  Things are all cleared now, everyone is back at the tower and/or avengers facility, including Bucky. But what happens when the reader shows up at the facility looking for Sam?  

Warnings: Swearing, sexual tension, a little bit of drama

Pairings: Sam WIlson x Reader, Bucky Barnes x  Reader, Avengers x Reader

1 Week Later…

    “I seriously didn’t think dress shopping would be so stressful.” You sit down on one of the chairs placed next to the fitting room in the store Natasha and Wanda dragged you into. Wanda comes up next to you and lays a hand on your shoulder, “Come on y/n, it’s not that bad! Besides, you can’t even complain; Tony is paying for your dress, so enjoy it!” You look up and see her smiling down at you and a smile appears on your face as well. Damn it Wanda, why are you so adorable?

  It’s been a week since Tony announced that he was was throwing what he referred to as your “Welcome Party” (Sam told you that Stark just loves looking for reasons to throw giant parties). Tony made it a black tie event and you’re really excited. Well you were, before the stress of dress shopping took over. You took a deep breath and stood up from the chair, heading towards a rack of dresses you hadn’t looked at yet. As you are flipping through the dresses, you hear Nat call you from the other side of the store.

  “Y/n come here, I think we found one you might like!” Oh no, please don’t have ruffles like the last one. Nat and Wanda have great taste, there was just a couple dresses that were weird and you  wondered why people would ever buy them. You stroll over to the girls ready to hate the dress, but to when you saw it, you couldn’t stop staring at it . It was a long, black lace dress. It was strapless with a sweetheart neckline, and looked very form fitting. I love it. Oh my Gosh I love it, but what if it doesn’t look right?

  No one says anything, so you take the dress from Natasha and make your way to the fitting room. You can hear Nat and Wanda outside your room. They already have their dresses picked out back at the tower, this shopping trip with them is all about you. Not that you hate that, but it just makes you feel weird. It has been awhile since you’ve been close friends with other girls. You don’t consider the girls you talk to at work friends, you’ve only went out with them a couple times when you and Sam weren’t talking. And those couple times were okay, but they were nothing compared to being with your best friend back in your hometown. Maybe it’s time for a trip home… the sound of Wanda calling your name knocks you out of your thoughts.

  “Y/n, did you put it on yet? We want to see it!”

  “No. Hold on, Wanda!”

   You unzip the dress and step into it. You start pulling it up your body until it reaches the top of your chest, you turn around to zip it back up and close your eyes. Breathe. You turn back around and look in the mirror. Well damn. The dress fits perfectly. You smooth your hands down the body of the dress. It hugs all your curves right, and even makes your breasts look pretty damn hot. You twirl around to see how the back looks, and it’s even better. The back of the dress dips down to your lower back, and it outlines the shape of your ass perfectly. Thank God for squats. You can feel yourself starting to smile like an idiot. You’ve never felt this honest to God beautiful in a dress before. You whip the fitting room door open and strut out in front of Wanda and Nat.

   “Well guys, you found the perfect dress!” You smiled and twirled yourself again for you friends. When you turn back to face them, they both have huge smiles and Wanda is clapping.

  “OH MY GOD Y/N! It’s perfect! Barnes is going to lose it!” Her and Natasha start giggling and you just tilt your head to the side from your confusion.

   “Whoa whoa whoa! Who said anything about Bucky, guys?” You are genuinely confused as to why they would think that. Do they all think I have a thing for Buck? He’s the one that’s all over me, I just like fucking with him! Great.

  “Will you calm down? We all see the way that he looks at you y/n. And the flirting, it’s disgusting. Just put the man out of his misery and do something!” You shoot Nat a death glare and go back into the fitting room. You hear Nat’s phone go off and 20 seconds later you hear her curse under her breath.

  “Who ya talking to, Nattie?” you ask as you walk out. Natasha has a hard look on her face and Wanda’s face almost looks identical.

  “What’s wrong?”  Oh no, what could have happened? I wonder if the boys got back okay from their mission…? Five million different and horrible scenarios play in your head about what could be wrong, but then you hear Wanda.

  “Y/n, everyone is fine, calm down.” You let out the breath you didn’t know you were holding in. Nat grabs her purse and your dress from you and walks straight to the checkout. You give Wanda a confused look and she just shakes her head and follows behind Natasha. When you all got in the car its silent at first, until Natasha finally talks.

  “It appears there are going to be a few… special guests at Tony’s party tomorrow night.”  She looks over at Wanda and you follow her gaze. Wanda is sitting in the front seat with her forehead pressed against the car’s window.  Why does she look so upset?

“Okay, and who exactly are these special guests, and why is it making you and Wanda so upset?”

  Natasha sighs and takes a minute before she answers. “The Secretary of State, Ross, and some of his employees.”  How did you know that name? It sounds so familiar…OH SHIT.

  “Please tell me it’s not the same man that started the Accord fiasco, and put our friends in a floating fucking jail?” Now you were mad. Why would Tony even invite him?

“Tony thought it would be a good idea for Ross to see everyone behaving, but I’m not too fond of the idea either, y/n.” Natasha’s voice is cold, but not angry.

  “No one is going to be fond of this idea, Natasha.” Wanda’s voice surprises you; it was such a harsh tone. You have never heard her like this before. But can I blame her? This man put her in a floating prison and muzzled her. What a dickbag. He better hope he doesn’t cross my path tomorrow night. The rest of the car ride is silent, but your worries about tomorrow swirling around your mind couldn’t be any louder.

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The Next Day…

   You spend the entire next day with Wanda and Natasha. The day flew by while you were doing each other’s hair and makeup, and you spent the day trying to prepare for the worst in case anything happened with Ross. You didn’t see any of the guys all day. Hmm I wonder if they got back from the mission alright?

  “They are fine y/n, hurry up. We’re ready!” she hollered from the other room. Damn, I forgot she can hear my thoughts. Stupid Wanda. You hear her laughing from the other room, she must have heard that, too.  You turn to the mirror and take one final look at yourself before you go to the party. Wanda had ended up putting your hair in a low, messy bun. And Nat did your makeup perfectly; she gave you the perfect winged eyeliner, a little lip gloss, and some blush. You all got dressed at the same time and you can’t wait to see their dress on them!  Well, this is it. You walk out of the room you were in, you see Wanda and Nat and your mouth falls open. Well hot damn.

  “YOU GUYS LOOK INCREDIBLE.” You couldn’t help but shout. They look like models! Nat had straightened her hair, with a light smokey eye as her makeup. Her dress was black, long sleeved, and flowy. It was a little higher than her knee, and had mesh strips at her neckline and towards the bottom. She winks at you and walks past you towards the elevator. Wanda was standing there, blushing and fidgeting with her fingers.

  “Do you think this looks okay, y/n?” she asked. She was fidgeting with her fingers, so you grab her hands in yours.

  “Wanda you look beautiful!” She had her hair down in big curls, and a little eyeliner on. She smiled at you and you twirl your finger around signaling her to spin so you could see the full dress. When she did, you are even more amazed. Her dress was perfect for her. It had thin straps that crossed on her back. The dress was a deep red with a narrow plunging neckline. The hemline was high-low and showed off her red heels. Overall, she was just a picture of absolute beauty; they both were. The three of you get into the elevator and click the highest floor, or as Nat called it ‘Tony’s party floor’. Geez, does Tony have a floor for everything?

  The elevator let you guys out into a small hallway and you all step out. Wanda and Nat start walking towards the opening at the end of the hall. You can already see the bar as you start walking with them and enter the room. Holy Hell, Tony. The room was enormous. You have never seen ceilings this tall, and the decorations are beautiful. One of the walls is only made up of a single pane of glass, looking out onto a balcony that is lit with little silver lights. You are so distracted looking around at all the people and decorations, you aren’t even aware of Tony walking up to you or the girls walking to the bar.

   “Well well, you look absolutely stunning, Y/n.” You turn and smile at Tony and pull him by his jacket into a hug.

  “Why thank you Tony, you clean up pretty well yourself.” He smiles and hugs you tighter. When he lets go, you look around the room and notice there are a lot of people looking your way. You nervously smooth down your dress and look for the girls or Sam. You find Sam first; he’s across the room talking to Tony’s friend, Rhodey. He waves you over and you awkwardly make your way through the crowd over to him. You walk up and Sam whistles.

 "Well damn Y/n, that dress should be illegal.“ Sam wiggles his eyes and winks at you. You roll your eyes and hug him and then Rhodey. So far everything seems to be okay. You make your way around and find Thor and Steve talking to Tony, and then you see Nat with Clint, Wanda and Vision. Aw, a cute double date. Too bad Clint has to be married. Way to ruin it, Papa Bird.  You saw Wanda laugh and knew she heard your thoughts. You wave to all of them and continue on you way to the bar. On the way there, people keep complimenting your dress and you can’t help but blush. You finally make your way to the bar and ask for a double whiskey. As you’re waiting for you drink, you feel a hand slink its way around your waist. You whip around and see Bucky standing next to you with a giant smile.

"I don’t think I have ever seen someone so beautiful, y/n.” You blush and look away. Control yourself, he’s probably said to to at least five other girls.

  You take a second to collect yourself before responding to Bucky. “Thank you, Buck. That suit looks perfect on you.“ You smile and turn back towards to bar to grab your drink. You stark to pull away but Bucky steps in front of you and slides both of his hands around your waist. You can feel the difference between the heat from his right hand and the cool metal of his left.

  "Yeah, but I bet it would look even better on my flo-” You cut him off with a laugh and accidently let a snort out. Bucky looks confused and you just smile.

  “If you were going to say it would look better on your floor, you really need to step up your game, honey. ” You get an idea and let a smirk make its way to your face. You lean up so you’re near his ear and whisper, “And you’d better hurry too, because you’ve got competition.”  When you start leaning back down you leave a path of 3 kisses trailing down his neck and hear him let out a little growl. Did he just growl? Why was that even hot? So weird. You step back and look into his eyes. He goes to say something, but a voice behind him cuts him off.

  “Y/n, come with me! I have some people I want you to meet!” Tony grabs you hand and loops it into his arm. As you walk away, you turn back towards Bucky and mouth “competition” and see his face drop. Y/n - 2, Bucky - 0.

  You laugh to yourself and follow Tony around to the group of people he wants you to meet. You meet a couple business men and their wives, some lawyers, and just some random people you don’t even know how Tony knows. But then Tony pulls you in front of a group of older looking men, he shakes all their hands and then steps aside to introduce you.

  “Y/n, this is Secretary of State Ross and some of his employees.” You eyes don’t leave Ross’s as Tony points to the other two men, in fact you don’t even catch their names. And you don’t care. You stick around and listen to the men’s conversation which just sounded boring as hell. But Ross’s tone is what did it in for you. How much power does this prick think he has? After 10 minutes, you excuse yourself. You walk away and go sit by Wanda and Vision. Well that killed the night. Fuck Ross. You stay by Vis and Wanda for a while until you see that people are starting to dance. It’s cute. You get Vis to ask Wanda to dance. She blushes and winks at you as they make their way to the dance floor. You decide it’s time for another drink and make your way back to the bar. You’ve see the team at random points in the night, either talking, playing pool, or drinking. After a another glass of whiskey, you make your way towards the ladies room in the hallway with the elevator. As you’re rounding the corner, you hear a couple voices whispering. You don’t recognize the first voice, but the second one hits you like a train. Ross. So you listen in closer.

  “What if you can’t get them to agree this time?” The first voice says.

  “I’ll just have to give Stark a little push again, then they’ll sign. They won’t have a choice this time,” Ross whispered.

  “How do you plan on doing that? Paying off another women to pretend her son died somewhere near Stark? I don’t think you’ll get that lucky again Ross.”

  Oh my God. Oh my god. The kid Tony thought was killed in Sokovia. The reason he pushed the accords so hard on the team. ROSS SET IT UP. You hear footsteps coming and panic. You continue walking, trying not to look suspicious. You say hello to all of them as you go into the women’s room.  How do I tell the team? What if I just heard it wrong? What are they trying to make the avengers agree to now? You try to breath and relax. After a couple minutes, you make your way back to the bar. As you walk up you see Tony, Sam, Steve and Bucky talking to Ross and his friends. Oh God. please don’t break out into a fist fight. Please.

  Steve and Sam start to walk away but Bucky turns back to the bar. You get closer, and as you do you hear one of  Ross’s friends (you think his name was Dan) speak to Bucky.

  “I didn’t know they let murderers come to parties Barnes. Tell me, what’s it like to be the disgusting criminal?” You hear Ross laugh and that did it.  OH fuck no. You move faster that you thought would be possible in your dress and put yourself between Bucky and Dan.

  “Oh I’m sorry, did I interrupt something?” You ask innocently.

 Dan just smirks and takes a step closer, “Yeah sweetheart, I was just wondering how a man like Barnes thinks he has a right to be here.”

  You step even closer to him and shove him. “A man like Barnes deserves to be here because he is an innocent, brave man. He was painted as a monster because of asswipes like you and your friends. The difference between you and Barnes is that he didn’t have control over the things he did. You, willingly, are a fucking murderer. So before you go and open your fucking mouth to speak against him, you’d better rethink it, because I won’t think twice about shoving my four inch heel up your ass if your next words aren’t an apology to James Buchanan Barnes.” You don’t realize how loud you voice was until you look around and see everyone staring at you. Dan looks at you with wide eyes, but still doesn’t say anything.

  “I’m not hearing an apology Dan.” You tap your shoe against the floor and cross your arms. You really want to look back at Bucky, but not until he gets an apology.

  Ross steps forward in front of Dan and you raise an eyebrow at him. “Miss Y/n, everyone is entitled to their opinions.You can’t call someone out because you don’t share their feelings. And you are in no position to make threats.” Wanna Bet?

  “Well Ross, why don’t you take your opinionated  friends and see yourself out. This is Bucky’s home, and he will not be disrespected in it. So either see yourself out, or I can have you thrown out. This is a home for heroes, not people with such low morals like you and your friends. Your choice, but I’d choose quickly. I’m not feeling very generous right now.” Now you look back at Bucky and see his eyes wide, and a hint of a smile on his lips. Behind him are Sam and Steve, ready to jump in if needed.

  Ross and his friends decide to show themselves out, and the party dies down after that. You feel bad for making it weird, but there was no way you are going to let someone talk like that to Bucky.   I need air. You walk past everyone, including the team, and head for the balcony. Tony grabs your arm and goes to say something but you wave him off. You get to the balcony and lean over the railing and take a deep breathe.  You are out there for a good five minutes before you hear the door opening.

  “You know, I’ve never seen a better view than what I’m seeing right now.” Of course Bucky would come find you.

  “You’d better be referring to the city and not my ass, Barnes.” You turn around and lean your back against the rail.

  “And if I was talking about both, Doll?” He smirks and comes to stand in front of you. You laugh and roll your eyes.

  “Well I’d have to agree with you then; the city is beautiful, and my ass does look pretty good in this dress.” Buck lets out a loud laugh and takes another step closer to you.

   “Thank you, for what you said in there. Thank you for not being afraid of me.“ He tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear. When did he get this close? I swear he wasn’t this close a second ago.

   You shyly look down “You’re welcome Bucky,” you say. “You deserve to be treated like a regular person. You may not be the same Bucky from the 40’s, but you aren’t the machine Hydra turned you into. You are you, a hero, a kind hearted and brave pain in the ass. But you aren’t a monster. People will see you how I do someday, even if it’s not right now. ” You are still looking at down, but you know bucky is smiling. You feel two cold finger under your chin, and let them guide you face back up to look at Bucky. He is even closer now, and he’s getting closer every second. He leans his head down, so his lips are hovering right above yours. This isn’t happening. Sam is going to kill me. But fuck it, please kiss me. You lean up a little more, and right as his lips are about to touch yours, Tony’s voice ruins it.

   “Barnes, I need a word with you.” Tony says quietly. Bucky pulls away from you looks at Tony.

   “Maybe next time, Barnes,” You whisper and glare at Tony. He rolls his eyes.

   “I’m here to apologize about what happened in there. Put the claws away, kitten.“ Bucky laughs and you start to walk away from them.

  "I think we’re going to keep that nickname, kitten.” You look back at Bucky as he says this and he winks at you. Are you kidding me?  You roll your eyes and walk inside and back to the team.  They are all sitting on the couch looking much more relaxed. The guys’ ties were all loosened and the girls’ heels are off. You plop next to Steve and he pulls you into a hug.

   “Thank you for standing up for him, y/n. Not a lot of people see him how we do.” You just nod and lean into Steve. The team starts talking and you space out. What about what I heard Ross say, about tricking Tony? When do I tell them ? What’s going to happen? Your thoughts get cut off by FRIDAY speaking.

   “Sir, Secretary Ross is requesting a meeting tomorrow, and would like everyone to be there.” Tomorrow, I have to tell them tomorrow. Looks like I’m crashing a government meeting. What could go wrong?



 @agentraven007, Thank you for helping xoxo

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This started as an excuse to draw Hunk in a pretty dress and it kinda got out of hand….

(don’t tag as genderbend)