of course he's winning me over

macsturbating  asked:

josh/donna post administration headcannons :)))

Oh gods, I am certain that piles of people smarter than me have covered this one, lol! Isn’t there a whole twitter world that built them a sparkly future?

But since you asked…

They get married during the first Santos term, and Donna is pregnant with their first daughter before the second one ends (it’s my headcanon, so of course he wins re-election). Therefore, post-administration they’ve got an incredibly independent toddler on their hands, and a second baby girl shortly after. 

Surprising everybody but Toby, Josh takes over more of the childcare and becomes obsessed with exposing the girls to museums and dance lessons and every bonding activity he can think of–lots of hair braiding and nail painting and embarrassing photos that Donna holds for blackmail as needed.

Donna uses her clout as former FLOTUS COS to push for pet causes like criminal justice reform, and eventually reunites with CJ to co-found an NGO that tackles a wide range of progressive issues using the tactics CJ honed working with Franklin Hollis. Zoey Bartlet joins their staff, and becomes their daughter’s favorite babysitter–she even teaches them self-defense moves she learned post-abduction, making the Lyman-Moss daughters the safest ones on the block.

When the girls are in their teens, Donna decides to re-enter politics, this time as a Congresswoman. Josh amuses the press by running bake sales and holding photo ops and being the political spouse with much better savvy than he used to hold press conferences. 

Their eldest daughter graduates top of her class and heads straight for law school.

Their younger daughter grows up to be President.

Cheater

Pairing: Peter parker x reader 

Request: “OMG PLS DO A PETER PARKER IMAGINE BASED ON THE SONG CHEATER BY THE VAMPS AND CAN YOU MAKE IT HAVE A FLUFFY ENDING AND MAYBE A MAKEOUT OR SOME SHIT” - @blueskaikru

word count: 2953

Hope you guys enjoy!

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Originally posted by buckybarnres

3 months. You had been in a lovely relationship with your boyfriend for about 3 months, and everything seemed kinda perfect. Maybe to perfect to be true. Your boyfriend Mark had always treated you nicely, however the past weeks he had been cold and distant with you.

Despite all the things you had tried he seemed to be lost in his own world. He kept canceling dates and ignoring your calls, you could tell he was growing more distant with each passing day, however you had one last idea that might bring your boyfriend’s attention back to you.

You were supposed to meet your best friend Peter at his place. You wanted to talk about it with him. He would help you out right? After all, he was a man, he had to know what was going on with Mark.

Peter and you had been best friends since you could remember. His apartment was just above yours, and since you both attended the same school it wasn’t long after you called each other best friend.

People always used to insist that you and Peter were the perfect couple, and for a little while during your freshman year you actually believed it, however he never tried to make a move on you.

You remembered all that time you wished he would see you as something more than a friend with some nostalgia. When everybody started mentioning what a good couple you would both make, Peter had immediately shut those people down. After a while you just realised that maybe you were better being just friends. A little part of you would always wonder what being Peter’s girlfriend would feel like, but right now you had a lovely boyfriend, even if he hadn’t really been present lately.

You got into his apartment without even knocking, knowing Aunt May wasn’t even around, you loved her, but it was definitely better this way; you didn’t want to have this conversation with an audience.

You went straight to Peter’s room, sitting in his bed right across him. He gave you a quick glance and a smile before returning to his homework.

“Hey Y/n! Where have you been? I didn’t see you at school today”

"Yeah well, I skipped it, I needed time to think about something”.

This time the boy left his duties aside, giving you his complete attention.

“Is everything okay at home?”

God you loved this boy! He always cared for you and made sure you were okay.

“Yeah  Yeah of course! But is something else- something with- you know, Mark” you finally said as you looked at the boy. You didn’t want to annoy him with your girl talk, but you didn’t knew who else to turn to.

“Do you want to talk about it?” The boy didn’t love the idea of you and Mark, however he didn’t opposed to it. If it made you happy he was happy as well.

“ It’s just that- he has been really distant with me lately, canceling dates and I’m pretty sure he is lying to me! Can you believe it? But anyways- I think I may have a solution, but-well I don’t know for sure”

“Well dummy, you can always tell me! I can tell you if it’s a bad idea”

A blush spread through your cheeks, making your whole face heat up . You could not believe you were about to tell this to your best friend and former crush.

“Well I’ve been thinking that- well- I think- I think I might do it with him”

You couldn’t even look Peter in the eye after what you had just said. Why did you think it was a good idea?

“Do what?”

“You know-the thing!”

She felt the embarrassment filling her up once again. If she couldn’t even say the word sex how was she planning on actually doing it?

“I will have sex with Mark”

For a couple of second everything was completely quiet as you waited for his reaction.

Finally Peter got out of his trance and his eyes grew considerably while a scarlet color adorned his whole face. He could not believe what you just had told him.

“What?! Are you crazy?! Why would you even do that?!”

The boy seemed confused and hurt. He had said those words with a voice tone that would have made you believe Peter was jealous, however you knew better than that. Peter was probably just trying to protect you.

“Peter is not a big deal! Were both 18!”

“So? Being 18 doesn’t mean you have to go and get rid of your v card immediately!”

“Peter I honestly don’t know why are you so upset! I didn’t threw a big fuss over how you lost it to Liz Allen last year!”

Both teenagers had started yelling at this point. They couldn’t believe the other was being so stubborn about the topic.

“But I did it because I wanted to! Not just to get the attention of a douche boy back!”

“What exactly are you trying to tell me Peter?”

“You shouldn’t feel the need to have sex with Mark in order to win him back! If he loved you he wouldn’t lie or ignore you!”

“Of course he loves me! We just need this to make our relationship stronger”

He doesn’t love you! He doesn’t love you half as much as I do, the boy thought to himself. “ When you give him what he wants he will dump you Y/n!”

“How dare you? Mark would never!”

You started pacing around the room before looking once again at Peter.

“You know what- forget it, I don’t know why I came here, I guess I was counting on my best friend, but now I know you don’t care”

Just as you were heading towards the door Peter grabbed your wrist, stopping you from leaving and pulled you close to his chest hugging you. This was a situation you had found yourself many times in, immediately hiding you face in the crock of his neck. He hold you as he started whispering.

“Of course I care dummy! And because I care I’m trying to warn you, I don’t want you to get hurt, or do something you don’t feel prepared for”

This had left you speechless. You had asked yourself this question many times. Were you ready? For many people sex was just an ordinary activity, however you didn’t want to waste what you felt was your one chance to have the perfect first time. Will Mark be gentle on you? Or would he just want to do it fast and rough? You didn’t knew if you were prepared for that yet.

You hadn’t even noticed but at some point you had started to cry, damping Peter’s t-shirt and hugged him stronger. Peter was rubbing his hand in your back, holding you, when he put his hand on your face, holding your chin so he could see you in the eye.

“I don’t ever wanna see you crying for some boy okay?”

With his other hand he cleaned away the tears from your cheeks. As he did so you realised how close you two were. From this position you could count the lashes in Peter’s eyes, those brown eyes you had found yourself getting lost in, those same eyes which were now staring at you. Peter seemed to realise the distance between you two as well as he looked at your lips and once again at your eyes. You could feel you two getting even closer and a part of you wanted to stop while the other wanted to continue even further. Your lips were about to brush together, but you could tell Peter was still waiting for your approval.

You couldn’t do this! The rational part of you pulled away right before you could kiss the boy. Oh God! We’re you actually going to kiss Peter Parker? As you glanced at the boy you could see the confusion in his eyes.

“What happened? Did I do something wrong?”

“Peter- I just- I don’t- Peter you know I have a boyfriend! God, I came to talk to you about him!”

“He doesn’t deserve you Y/n! He never will!”

“Let me make those choices”

With this final decision you stormed out the room, more than ready to make yours and Mark’s relationship work.

Peter was left alone, watching as you leaved his room and probably his life as well. Not only was he losing you but now he knew what you planned on giving to Mark.

He felt devastated, angry at that stupid  asshole  who couldn’t appreciate what he had right in front of his eyes, but mostly heartbroken, because even with all of that you had chosen him over Peter.    He felt his eyes itching, with tears beginning to form in his eyes. He felt his blood boiling under his skin and started gripping his hands into fists, refusing to let the tears roll down.

Before he realised he was punching his bed and pillows, trying to get all his frustration out. He needed some spidey action to get you and everything out of his minds. The boy quickly changed into his suit and leaved the apartment, anxious to punch somebody in the face.

However the boy was in no luck. Today of all days seemed to be the quietest and calmest of the whole year. He hadn’t witnessed any robberies or attacks and all his energy was starting to build up inside him.

He decided to swing from budding to building trying to get some of the energy out, and without even realizing he suddenly found himself right outside Mark’s house. He hadn’t even noticed he had made his way there, but now that he was he couldn’t bring himself to go back to his own place.

He couldn’t go face Mark like he wanted to, after all he was still wearing the suit, but just as he was preparing to go back, he saw from the coroner of his eye as Mark entered the building with a girl in his arms. Peter realised he was too late. You were already in Mark’s home and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

He knew it was none of his business, but still he climbed the wall up to the window in Mark’s room. Even from the outside he could listen to the couple’s voices as they laughed together.

Peter was just a coward. He had been so afraid of ruining your friendship with his feelings for you  that he had settled with just being friends. But he wanted so much more. He wanted to take your hand and kiss you. He wanted to hold you close all day and all night. He wanted to call you mine and do all the things you were probably about to let Mark do to you.

The boy had been so lost in his own thoughts he had barely noticed that the silence that surrounded him was now filled with other sounds he rather not hear.

Even from the outside he could hear the gasps and moans that filled the room.He could not bear to listen anymore as you asked Mark to touch you more and go further.

Just as he was giving up on spying he heard a name that was clearly not yours.

“Stacy, you treat me so good”

Unless Peter was going crazy that was definitely not your name. More moaning from Mark was heard, and even though he wanted to leave so desperately he also needed to know what was happening.

“Y/n would never be this good”

Shit. Shit. Shit. Mark had a girl up in his room doing things that were definitely not friendly. That jerk was cheating on you! Peter had to tell you as soon as possible! He could not let that idiot hurt you that way!

Whether you loved Peter or not he still had to warn you. He decided going to his place to change clothes and finding you was the best option. The boy swung from the buildings as quickly as he could, arriving to his  place at a record time.

He got changed into some jeans and t-shirt, taking his keys and making his way to the apartment’s door. He got to hurry if he wanted to reach you in time to stop you. He opened the door ready to leave, however the boy was surprised when you were already in the entry, about to knock on the door.

Both teenagers stared at each other with surprise in their faces. Peter did not expect you to be here, he thought you were probably on your way to Mark’s. The boy took a long look at Y/n, you looked apparently the same, however he could see how puffy and red your eyes were.

You realised Peter had noticed how you’ve been crying before. You probably looked like hell.  You lowered your gaze trying to hide your face a little and straighten your hair.

“What are y-”

“You were right”

Peter had tried to talk but you interrupted him.

“About what?”

“Mark he- he was- he was with-”

You tried to explain. Explain how you had gone to Mark’s hoping to surprise him only to find him snogging some other girls face. he didn’t even look remotely sorry. You wanted to tell Peter how you had broken up and how sorry you were about you attitude to him.

But all those words were caught up in your throat. Your voice was trembling and you couldn’t form any sentences. You were to afraid that Peter will kick you out and never forgive you. As you looked into those brown eyes you found yourself unable to talk at all, and your eyes picking and filling with tears as you realised Peter had only tried to protect you.

Words were not needed between the both of you. Peter stepped closer to you, holding you near his chest and letting you cry, the same way he had done those hours ago. He didn’t need to tell you anything and neither did you.

Once again you found yourself between those arms.  Everything felt so in place, so perfect. Not even once you had felt that way between Mark’s arms. He guided you towards his couch, still holding you close.

“I’m so sorry Peter I- thank you, you know for everything”

“ Shhhh- don’t worry about it, I’ll always be here for you”

You pulled apart once again. You knew he wouldn’t approach you anymore, as he was just rejected a couple hours ago, but still something pulled you towards him, grabbing his face between your hands. You stroke his cheek as your thumb move to his mouth. Peter’s eyes grew at the sight of you watching his own lips.

“If this is you trying to apologize you don’t have-”

You cut Peter off by finally brushing your lips to his joining in a small kiss. You pulled apart only to move closer to him in his couch, kissing him once again.

“This is me apologizing, for not telling you, how I’ve really feel about you for all this years”.

Peter finally gave in grabbing your waist and pushing your body towards the armrest, with him above you.His hand stopped cupping your face and moved towards you legs, pushing them slightly open to place himself between them.

You felt yourself breathing a little heavier. You wanted to pull apart to catch your breath, however you needed to be close to Peter more. You continued kissing him and biting into his lips, trying to deepen more the kiss. Peter couldn’t stop the moaning that came out from his mouth as you moved your hand under his shirt, stroking his stomach with your cold hands. He could feel your smirk under your kissing, so he pulled apart. Instead he chose to bite and suck on your neck, leaving small love bites.

“You know how mad it made me? Knowing he would be touching and doing all the things I want to do to you?”

His words distracted your hands from their touching, while Peter hold the above your head.

“I don’t want him to touch you, or kiss you- Hell, I don’t even want him to look at you”

You could not stop the little whimpers from coming out. Listening to Peter talk to you that way made you feel all warm inside.

He continued to kiss on your collarbone, sliding his hand towards your waist once again. This time you placed your hands on his back, pulling him closer. He brought his face close to you, this time looking straight into your eyes.

“I love you more than anything”

“I love you too, Peter”

And you really meant it. After all this years your feeling for him had only grew stronger. Now you knew that all those kisses with Mark didn’t really meant anything, because he wasn’t Peter.

“You’ll never have to do that with me. I’ll always wait for you darling”

With this final words Peter brought your head to his chest and reclined both of you on the couch, cuddling you. He gave you a forehead kiss and while you stared in his big brown eyes you realised that was the place you felt the safest at. Beside the boy you had and will always love, Peter.

NHL!Bitty - Pens AU

@kit923 requested NHL!Bitty playing for the Pens (@sergeantsexface seconded Pens!Bitty!) and this is a little more pre-Penguins, but it counts, right??? Takes place after the NHL hack that leaks homophobic emails. Eric is fed up with the entire league and planning to make a statement by not signing with anyone. Then this happens.

Origin: From Samwell to Seattle | Part I - Hug Check | Part II - Chirping |  Part III - Post-Season | Part IV - RPF | Part V - Dating


It’s just another godawful luncheon, but today Jack has the added pleasure of every other donor asking Jack’s opinion about his ‘homosexual’ teammate going pro. After the third locker room joke, Jack excuses himself, desperate for air, only to find his father and Uncle Mario nursing their drinks on the club’s back patio. 

He’s about to find somewhere less conspicuous when he hears: 

“That’s not even debatable, Bittle is going to be scouted. Even if he’s just shipped down to a farm team, Bettman isn’t going to-”

Oh. Of course, Mario would be involved in all of this, he’s an owner. Jack knocks his knuckles against the railing, his manners winning out over his morbid curiosity. They stop talking abruptly, but his father visibly relaxes when he sees it’s just Jack and not another donor.

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He's a Dick (Jeff Atkins x Fem!Reader)

A/N: The idea for this one is that Jeff is the readers best friend and she broke up with her shit boyfriend Marcus and when she called Jeff for help he was too busy focusing on other stuff that the reader felt like he stopped caring. Then it ends with sugary sweet fluff and kisses and junk.

You walked around Sheri’s party, red cup in hand looking for your boyfriend Marcus. Huge parties weren’t usually your thing, but you got dragged along by not only him but all of your other friends. Hannah was too busy with Clay, Sheri was busy hosting, Jessica was getting her face sucked off by Justin, and Zach and Marcus were nowhere to be seen.

You walked outside and saw Jeff playing beer pong with Monty. You walked up next to him and stood by his side. He looked down and gave a soft smile before returning to his game.

“Hey, have you seen Marcus around?” You asked. He shook his head no, never turning to look at you. You watched as he aimed before shooting and landing the ball in the middle cup.

“This game is stupid.” You said with a chuckle. Jeff absentmindedly nodded and picked up another ball.

“Almost as stupid as you.” You said with a small smirk, attempting to gain his attention once again.

“Yeah, that’s great, Y/N. I’m a little busy right now.” He said. You looked down sadly and nodded before walking off to find Marcus. You weren’t having any fun and you were ready to go home. You pushed past the sweaty bodies and asked around, but nobody had seen him.

You finished looking downstairs and made your way upstairs. You opened door after door before coming to one at the end of the hallway. You heard moaning coming from inside and you were about to walk away until you heard a familiar voice.

You leaned against the door and heard his voice once again. You pushed open the door and your hand instantly flew to your mouth. He scrambled off the bed holding the blanket against him and began stammering out lame excuses. You looked at the girl and noticed she was one of the cheerleaders. Jenny Kyle.

“What the fuck is wrong with you, Marcus?!” You shouted angrily.

“Y/N, b-babe. I swear this, this meant nothing! S-she means nothing! This was an accident!” Marcus stammered out, stepping towards you. You backed away, tears pricking at your eyes and shook your head. He kept coming closer and when he got near you, you pushed him back at full force. He stumbled onto the floor and you leaned down to be in his face.

“We. Are. Finished.” You seethed before turning and storming down the stairs. You didn’t even try to cover your tears as they freely flowed down your cheeks. People stared as you walked past, but you didn’t care. You ran outside to find Jeff and saw him standing at the same table with another ball in his hand. You walked up to him and grabbed his arm pulling it down so you could whisper in his ear.

“Please take me home, Jeff.” You spoke, trying to keep your voice from cracking. Jeff groaned quietly and pulled his arm from your grasp.

“Can’t you get Marcus or Clay to do it? Jeez, Y/N, I’m trying to play.” He said in an annoyed voice. You scoffed and stormed away from him, not believing what he had said. You managed to find Tony in the crowd and convinced him to take you home. Thankfully, he knew you weren’t in the mood to answer any questions, so he didn’t even ask. He drove you home in silence and spent the night with you as you cried into his chest.

~

You woke up with your eyes puffy from crying, and Tony’s arm wrapped around yours. You shook him and his eyes slowly peeled open before meeting yours. He sighed as he saw your reddened cheeks.

“Hey, you gonna be alright? We don’t have to go. I can take you to Rosie’s and we can just skip a day.” He said as you climbed out of bed, before walking to your closet to find the comfiest outfit for the day.

“No thanks, T. I appreciate it though.” You said softly, your voice still scratchy from crying. He nodded and gave a sympathetic smile before standing and wrapping his arms around you, tightly pulling him into his chest.

“You’re gonna be alright, kid. I’ve got your back.” He said, placing a kiss on the top of your head. You sighed and wrapped your arms around him as well, trying to refrain from crying again, but of course a few tears escaped. Tony felt you shaking and pulled away before wiping your tears.

“Don’t cry. He isn’t worth your tears.” He said. You took in a deep breath and gave him a sad smile. He returned a small one before patting your shoulder and walking towards your door.

“I’ll be downstairs. I’ll drive you today, and we can stop for breakfast if you want.” He offered.

“Thanks for driving but we don’t need to stop.” You said. He nodded and walked out of your bedroom, leaving you alone to change. You pulled off your clothing and walked into your bathroom. You turned on the shower and stepped into it. You quickly cleaned yourself and stepped out, drying off and pulling on a pair of black skinny jeans, a matching tank top and a grey hoodie. You pulled your (Y/H/C) hair up into a ponytail and walked out. You walked downstairs to meet Tony and grabbed a pair of black combat boots similar to his.

You walked out and he drove you both in silence. When you arrived you had to part ways, but not before a reassuring hug.

You walked to your locker in silence, ignoring everyone in your path. You put in your combination and opened your locker, pulling out a few books.

“Y/N!” You heard a familiar voice call. You looked up and saw Jeff running towards you. You rolled your eyes and slammed your locker before turning and walking away. You could hear his footsteps growing closer and you sped up, trying your best to avoid him as he called your name. You felt his hand grab your shoulder before he stepped in front of you.

“Hey, you alright?” He asked, worry in his eyes. You scoffed and crossed your arms.

“Oh, so now you suddenly care?” You asked with a raised brow. Jeff looked at you in confusion and shook his head.

“What are you talking about, Y/N/N? I’ve always cared about you. You’re my best friend.” He said. You rolled your eyes and looked down.

“Didn’t seem like you cared last night. All you cared about was that stupid game.” You said pushing past him, walking to class. Jeff followed quickly and grabbed your arm, pulling you into an empty classroom.

“Jeff, what the hell? Let me go to class!” You exclaimed. Jeff just stared at you as you began to seethe.

“What, what happened?” He asked quietly. You scoffed and rolled your eyes.

“It didn’t seem important to you yesterday. Why should you care now?” You said angrily. Jeff ran his hands over his face and sighed.

“Monty had me in a bet and I wanted to win. You know how competitive I can get, Y/N.” He explained. You shook your head and looked away.

“That doesn’t give you an excuse to be an asshole. And if you seriously must know what happened, I broke up with Marcus because I caught him fucking another girl. Jenny Fucking Kyle.” You said angrily. Jeff stood there with his mouth agape and his eyes wide.

“Yeah, I walked in on them both. Great fucking sight to see, but of course you don’t care. My problems aren’t important.” You said with tears beginning to fill your eyes. Jeff noticed and walked closer to you. You shook your head and held a hand out to stop him, but instead he grabbed it and pulled you into an embrace.

You tried your hardest to fight him as you started crying but as he ran his fingers through your hair and whispered into your ear, you slowly stopped fighting and just began sobbing into his chest. He rubbed your back soothingly and you fisted his shirt tightly.

“Shh. It’s okay, Y/N. I’m here.” He whispered. You shook in his arms as you let every emotion free.

“Why would he do that to me, Jeff? What did I do to deserve that? Was I not good enough?” You cried. Jeff continued to shush you and calm you down.

“Hey, look at me.” He said, lifting your head up with his finger.

“Don’t you dare cry over him. You’re way too good for that douchebag. He doesn’t deserve you. And don’t you ever say you’re not good enough. You are beautiful, and smart, and funny, and unique and any guy would be lucky to have you. I know I would.” He said, whispering that last part, but it was loud enough where you heard.

He brought a hand to your cheek and brushed away a stray tear with his thumb. You licked your lips and he looked down as you slowly ran your tongue over them. He mirrored your actions and you did the same. He looked back into your watery (Y/E/C) eyes before leaning down and pressing his lips against yours.

Your eyes fluttered closed and your heart skipped at the feeling. His lips were soft and had a hint of strawberry and mint to them. You brought your arms up around his neck and pulled him deeper into the kiss.

You both broke away once your lungs began straining for air and you rested your forehead against his. Your lips still tingled from coming in contact with his and you smiled a bit.

“Y/N?” He said, barely above a whisper. You hummed in response, playing with the short hairs at the nape of his neck.

“You know I love you, right?” Jeff asked quietly. You nodded against him and he sighed.

“Seeing you with Marcus nearly drove me insane. He’s a fucking asshole, and you… you’re just too good for him. You’re honestly too good for me, and I’d be perfectly fine if you don’t like me the way I like you, and if it’s too soon to start anything, and-” He rambled, but you cut him off with another kiss. He smiled against your lips and you pulled away, looking into his eyes.

“I love you too, you idiot.”

SHE’S MINE [DRACO MALFOY]

request: “Can you do a Draco imagine with numbers 23, 39 & 45 please? :)” — by @imperiousmalfoy

a/n: sorry if this was short :-( hope you like it!

23. “Clearly, we’re meant to be.”
39. “But you’re so nice! And he’s/she’s so …”
45. “No one’s getting laid tonight.”

Masterlist + Request here!

Almost everyone in Hogwarts knew who you were because of your superb skills when it came to Quidditch. You played as the Keeper in your house’s team, and students always idolized you because of how you always manage to block the Quaffle no matter how fast it zoomed or how far it was from your initial position. Though even if the name Y/N Y/L/N was known throughout the school, no soul would think of associating you with Draco Malfoy — much less know that you were indeed dating him.

It was never yours and Draco’s intention to hide your relationship, and honestly, you weren’t really hiding it to be precise. People still saw you with him in between classes, sometimes in Hogsmeade, and in subjects that you shared with him. The only thing was, it seemed like they were the ones who couldn’t accept that Draco was your boyfriend just because of your differences.

“Y/N!” someone had called you the moment you got outside from the classroom where your last period (Ancient Runes) was held, running towards you in enthusiasm and mock surprise.

That someone happened to be Ernie MacMillan, a Hufflepuff student that you knew had unwavering attraction to you no matter how many times you turned him down.

“Oh, hi, Ernie.” you didn’t bother to hide the disappointment in your tone.

He beamed at you. “What a coincidence? I was just about to go down myself and then I saw you. Clearly, we’re meant to be.

You gave him an exaggerated laugh. “Highly unlikely, but whatever you say.” you smiled before attempting to walk pass him.

“Great match last time, by the way.” he immediately followed you, causing you to subtly roll your eyes. “The way you caught the Quaffle when you were so far away! Wow!”

“Yes, well, I really must be going now so —”

“I was actually wondering if you’d like to go to Hogsmeade with me this weekend?” he cut you off, knowing that you were going to ditch him again. “Come on, Y/N. Just one date. That’s all I’m asking.”

“Too bad you won’t have it.” said Draco all of the sudden, joining the conversation.

You sighed in relief at his presence, and he smiled, putting an arm around you and kissing you on the temple. He then proceeded into ignoring Ernie who was now gaping at the sight of the two of you, Draco grabbing your things so that he’ll be the one carrying it as you go to the Great Hall.

Ernie finally found his voice. “But you’re so nice! And he’s so …” he grimaced.

“He’s actually better than you’ll ever be, Ernie.” you stated, annoyed by how he was giving your boyfriend a nasty look. “And seriously, stop acting like you didn’t know I was dating Draco all along.”

“I thought it was only a rumor or some dumb excuse to reject me.” Ernie admitted.

Draco sneered at him. “She rejects you because she doesn’t like you, MacMillan. Keep that stuck in your head, will you?”

“I just can’t believe she’d put up with you.” Ernie scowled at him.

“Yes, because she loves me and apparently, picked me.” Draco smugly told him. “So, if I were you, I’d stop acting desperate and move on.”

The Hufflepuff boy flushed, obviously defeated. “This ain’t over, Malfoy.”

“Of course, it is.” he scoffed.

You weren’t used to boys fighting over you that you found it amusing just to watch them argue and see Draco win. His words made you blush and you were probably grinning like mad, completely inappropriate for the scene in front of you.

Before things can get off had though, the tension in the air obvious as they both stare each other down, you softly patted Draco’s chest.

“Let’s go get dinner. I’m starving already.”

Draco nodded, fixing his eyes on Ernie one last time. “See you around, MacMillan. Hate to break the news that no one’s getting laid tonight. Well, not in your case, that is.” he chuckled, walking away then with arms still secured around you.

Once you were far, you nudged him on the ribs and he quirked an eyebrow.

“Thanks for saving me back there. He was starting to get pretty rude.” you admitted. “Not as rude as you were but …” you joked then, making him snort.

“You love me either way, right?”

“Hell yeah, I do.”

Capture the Flag

Originally posted by erutdite

(Eric x reader)

Requested by: @jasonmccannsgirl8699

Imagine: Being on Eric’s team for capture the flag during initiation…


The train rumbled steadily along the tracks, as the sky outside darkened. Not more than 15 minutes ago, we were being yelled at by Eric to put on vests and jump on the train, with the threat of being cut if we missed ‘war games’. I guessed it was probably a team game or something, with some sort of crazy Dauntless twist. 

“Alright everyone! Listen up!”

“The game is simple, it’s like capture the flag,” Four’s voice boomed through the train compartment, forcing me to turn around and listen. 

I watch as Eric picks a gun, holds it up, and then proceeds to shoot one of the other initiates in the leg, after she had whispered something to her friend. She collapsed to the ground and sweared in an almost comedic way, and I might’ve laughed had I been able to focus on something other than the pain this dart could cause. Were they trying to kill us? 

Eric started to explain the gun, which was designed to ‘simulate the pain of real gunshot’. When he started to explain the rules though, I kind of tuned out. My mind was racing so fast I couldn’t even listen, and I wondered if anyone else could hear my heart, beating with adrenaline. 

“… Two teams, Four and I are captains.”

Before Four could even open his mouth, Eric spoke again.

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Beautiful (Beau Bennett)

I loved writing this and I hope you enjoy reading it. 

Requests are OPEN!

Warnings: Nah

Up Next: ???



A bright light was shining onto the closed eyes of the player laying on your medical table. His eyes, gorgeous blue ones (not that you noticed), fluttered open and you watched his pupils react to the brightness attacking them.

“Hi, Hun. Can you tell me what your name is?” You asked softly, still moving the pen back and forth.

“Beau…and your name must be Beautiful.”

“Cute,” You snapped the light off. “My name’s Y/N. What’s today’s date?”

“The day I met my future wife.” You gave him a bland expression and he smirked in response.

“I’m sure she’s a lucky lady. Date, Mr. Bennett?”

“I thought you’d never ask!” You fought a smile but felt your lips quirk up in the corners. “HA! I got you to smile.”

You scoffed and quickly recalled your neutral expression. “Let’s try that again…what is today’s date?”

“Oh, why didn’t you just ask that the first time?It’s February 2nd.” You opened your mouth, but he cut you off before you could speak. “The year is 2017 and we are on the planet Earth.”

“Well I’d hate for you to think you were on Mars…glad you remembered the Earth part. Final question-”

He cut you off. “If it’s a proposal the answer is yes.”

You just looked at him. “What’s the last thing you remember doing?”

“Welllllll….I was flirting with the cute doctor lady…”

“Before you came back to consciousness.” You specified.

“I got flattened by somebody in a blue jersey.”

“Not too bad, Mr. Bennett. I’d say just a possible concussion. Are you familiar with in-game concussion procedure?”

He snorted. “You mean where I get locked in a dark room to contemplate my sins?”

“Yes. That’s exactly what I’m talking about. Once your timer is up I’ll come back and give you the final verdict.”

“Feel free to wear a sexy nurse outfit when you come back instead of the khakis. I won’t mind.” He called out.

“I’ll take it into consideration.” What a little punk, you thought as you turned off the lights and closed the door. Granted, he was a cute and really funny punk, but a punk nonetheless. You made your way over to the New Jersey bench and let his coach know what was happening.

You’d been the head team doctor for the St. Louis Blue’s for almost four years and with the organization since you’d won an internship through your college at age 18. So now, at the ripe old age of 24, you’d been with the team for six years. The team doctor you had trained under retired three months after you graduated, so the team offered you a position you hadn’t expected to earn until you were well into your 30s.


Opening the door after the 30 minutes had passed you heard his voice as soon as the light was flicked on.

“I’m disappointed. No sexy nurse outfit.” You rolled your eyes before turning to walk in his direction.

“I hope you contemplated your sin of lust during your timeout.”

“No such luck, Beautiful. I’m not lusting so much as planning for the future.” You gave another bland look and shined the light in his eyes. “Ow!” He protested. “Beautiful, your looks already blind me, no need to add the light.”

“Maybe one day your cliche lines will work for you.” Clicking the light off, you wrote down your results on the NHL medical report.

He was still sputtering. “Cliche?! Beautiful, those “lines” come from the bottom of my heart!”

“I’m sure.” You flashed a smile in his direction. “You check out though. No concussion. Just flat knocked out courtesy of Colton.”

“Parayko, hmm…..”He pondered for a minute. “Do you call all of your patients by their first name.” You blushed a little before defending yourself.

“Just the ones on my team.” You changed the subject. “If you hurry, you’ll be able to skate out with your team for the 3rd period. I’ll walk with you so I can tell Hynes that you’re cleared to play.”

“What’s the score?”

“2-1.”

“Is your team or mine winning?”

A bit of pride infused your tone. “Mine, of course.”

“Beautiful, what would you say about a wager?”

You narrowed your eyes. “I’d say my name is Y/N…but continue.”

“If I score the GWG, you go on a date with me. And before you make excuses,” he said reaching over to close your mouth that had been open to protest. “We don’t fly out until Saturday morning. That gives us a full day to work with.”

“You do realize that your team needs to score two more goals?”

“Beautiful, I can do basic math. I know I just look like a pretty face…”

You flushed enough to match his jersey’s logo. “I didn’t…I meant that….FINE!!”

He smirked. “I’ll see you after the game so we can make plans then.” Another dazzling smile before he went into the locker room. You glared at the door before you stalked towards their bench to wait for their coach.




30 minutes later you stared in absolute disbelief as number eight in red streaked down the ice on a breakaway with less than a minute left in the game. The game had been tied less than a minute into the period and had remained that way. Until now, you thought, as the puck sailed into the back of the net, sealing their victory,

He shot you a blinding smile as he skated by your bench on the way to get fistbumps from his bench. Punk.

“Was that so bad?” Beau asked as he helped you into the passenger seat of his car. He had taken you to one of your favorite restaurants in the city before the two of you spent the evening walking around the zoo. It had been beyond cliche. But you had truly had a fantastic time.

“I had a fantastic time.” You told him honestly as he buckled himself in. “Don’t get a big head or anything…but it was the best date I’ve been on in a long time.”

A slight red tinge came to his cheeks at the praise. “I’m glad you had a good time.” You made small talk as he drove back to your apartment. The conversation wasn’t forced and when you lapsed into silence, it was comfortable, not awkward. You turned to tell him goodbye as he pulled in front of your building, but he got out, too. “What kind of date would I be if I didn’t see you to your front door?”

“A typical date?”

“Well, I’m not typical date.” When you reached your door he hesitated. “Would you consider going on another date? Seeing where this thing goes?” For the first time since you’d known him he looked nervous.

“Beau…” You bit your lip. “As much as I enjoyed this date…and I really, really did. And as much as I love talking with you…and again, I really, really do. I don’t want to pursue a long distance relationship.”

“I understand, Beautiful. I’m still allowed to snapchat and text you, right?”

You chuckled. “I’d be offended if you didn’t. If you’re feeling super risky…you can even call me.”

“Can I kiss you goodnight?”

You leaned close, your body flush to his. “I’d be offended if you didn’t.”

So he did.




A 149 day snap streak, countless texts and phone calls later, you could definitely say there had been no loss of contact. You grabbed your phone that was ringing and answered it without checking the caller ID.

“It’s Y/N.” You said stirring your soup. Chicken noodle was for lunch today.

“Beautiful,” A smile formed on your face at the greeting. “You really need to stop lying about your name to me. I’m pretty sure we’ve had this conversation before.”

“Hi Beau…” A smile was stretched across your face and you leaned against the counter to better focus on the conversation.

“My name is no longer Beau to you. I demand a pet name like Peaches or Sweetie!” ….Peaches?

“Beau.” You emphasized his name. “You know how I feel about the long distance thing…even if it is you.”

You heard a snort. “Beautiful, don’t you know what the date is?”

“Yeah? It’s July 1st….”

“Wrong. It’s the day my future wife finally agrees to officially be my girlfriend.”

“Beau.” Your voice was firm, but he just talked over you.

“Personally, I think that the blue will complement my eyes a lot better. I’m not so sure about the music note, though…”

You processed his words and then almost dropped your phone. “You’re coming to St. Louis?!” You let out a choked cry. “If this is a joke it’s not funny!”

“The ink’s all dry, Beautiful. The media finds out at one. But…I wanted you to know first.”

“You’re really coming here?” Tears of pure happiness were clouding your vision and falling down your face.

“Yes, Beautiful. I really am.” You could hear the smile in his voice. “So can I finally call you mine?…I mean I have been for months…but I mean officially.”

You laughed loudly. “As soon as you ask in person.”

“I will.” He paused. “When you open the door.”

“Huh?” And then a loud knock sounded at your front door.

Beau laughed silently to himself as he heard a shriek and then a crash before a pounding of footsteps rushing towards the door. It swung open and he was wrapped in a hug, which he gladly returned. And as he breathed in your scent, bending down to kiss the top of your head, he felt home for the first time since he had joined the NHL.


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Sister Date | Zach Dempsey x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Romance
POV: Reader’s/First Person

A/N: Hi guys! It’s been a while since I’ve posted a write up I’m sorry I just don’t have that much time to write anymore. I remember when I used to post imagines everyday, so sorry but I think I’m gonna be able to write once or twice a week now. But yeah, anyway this was requested and I had fun writing this. Sorry this took so long! Enjoy!

Request:  Could you do an imagine where Zach is confused your at his house bc he knows y'all didn’t make any plans but then you’re like “oh I’m not here for you. I promised may (his sister) that I would take her shopping” and just zach getting all happy that you’re spending time with his sister.

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I knock at the huge front door of the Dempsey’s while straightening out my top. A couple of seconds later and the door swings open and a pleasantly surprised Zach Dempsey stands in front of me. His eyes were opened wide in shock.

“Well this is a nice surprise!” Zach exclaims as he pulls me in for a hug then kisses the crown of my head.

“I thought you were doing something today, babe? What brings you here?” he continues to ask as he takes a piece of hair away from my face and pushes it behind my ear.

“Oh, I’m not here for you.” I reply as I pinch both of his cheeks.

“I’m here for your sister. I promised her that we’ll go out together today.” I add.

“Aww, that’s great babe! I’ll just get changed for a minute and come back down then.” he replies but before he could leave, I grab his wrist and laugh.

“Babe, it’s a girls’ day out. You can’t come.” I tell him and he pouts.

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I Missed You

Originally posted by j-miki

Drabble Game #5 - Mark Tuan

Angst/Suggestive


“Hello?” you groaned, picking up your vibrating phone.

“Y/N…”  you heard that familiar voice say through the receiver. “I missed you”.

3 in the morning and he was calling you which could mean only one of two things. He was drunk or horny… Sometimes it was a cross between the two.

“Goodbye, Mark” you huffed. You were too tired to entertain his advances tonight.

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Wedding in Hawaii || Part 3

hi. part 3 is here which is also the last i think. although i may or may not will write the bit when they go home and stuff bc of the airport pictures of harry with the glasses on and stuff. i might just carry on a whole story line with them, give a girl name and then when i have ideas i just write it with them two bc i like how in love they are and i’m sad lolololol. whatcha think?? also i hope you’ll enjoy this like you did with the other 2, it was fun to be fed so good this week by the king lmao. and as well lemme know what you wanna read, if you have any ideas please send them to me so i can think about them and make it happen sometime. lotta love, xoxo -b

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Alright.

Okay.

Keep your shit together, girl.

He is only wearing a whiteish-creamish coloured suit with a baby blue shirt.

You’ll be fine, honestly.

But then his tanned skin and bright smile, his amazing emerald eyes and his mind spinning scent!

Holy cow.

I was one lucky gal as I saw Harry coming out of the bathroom, fully dressed and ready to go. He washed his hair so his curls were all over the place but it was so sexy and adorable at the same time I honestly didn’t know how he managed it all.

“I swear I don’t know how I got so lucky,” he said as he walked over to me, sneaking his arms around me and kissing my neck right up to beneath my ear then across my jawline. “You look bloody stunning,” he complimented me which made my heart flutter and cheeks flush red.

I didn’t even realise I closed my eyes and my lips parted as he pressed open mouthed kisses on my skin and his hand was squeezing my bum here and there. Being so close to him just allowed me to inhale his typical Harry smell which yes indeed it included the minty flavour or scent or whatever of his chewing gum that never seemed to leave his mouth.

“I love your ass,” he whispered in my ear as he pressed a whole lot of new kisses onto my skin. “I also love you. Like crazy.”

“I feel like we’re on our honeymoon,” I chuckled then a sigh left my lips as he nibbled on my earlobe and dragged his tongue down the side of my neck. “You’ve gotta stop this, now.”

“Do I really?” he murmured into my skin as he held me closer to his body.

“Behave, mister,” I said weakly, not being able to control myself as he took over me just by kissing my neck and gripping my ass.

How was he doing this?

“Alright-alright,” he gave in as he pulled away. His usual side smirk was still on his face then he laughed which caused his eyes to crinkle and his dimples to deepen in his cheeks. “I’d love to come back here with you for, like, a month.”

“Are you crazy?” I looked at him with wide eyes as I took my phone out of my bag. “I don’t have the expenses to afford a whole month in Hawaii.”

“I’ll pay it,” he shrugged like it was no big deal. Which I understood. He was a multibillionaire. Of course he could afford it.

He could’ve bought the entire island if he wanted to with all the money he had.

“Alright, whatever,” I laughed it off as I walked past him. “You can’t just say stuff like this. I hate it when you pay for all my stuff. You didn’t let me pay for my own plane tickets because you wanted us to fly first class.”

“So what’s wrong with that? I can afford it. I want to buy things, nice things, for you; I want to spend my money on you. I love you, of course I spoil you.”

“You spoil me too much, though. You don’t have to win me over with your money you have already won me over with your personality and I just want you to know that you are enough for me. You are an amazing man, I couldn’t ask for a better boyfriend than you and I truly mean that from the bottom of my heart.

You honestly make me go crazy, like, absolutely nuts. I cannot keep my hands off of you and I think you already know this but I can’t stop looking at you either. You are honestly the greatest, kindest, most humble guy I have ever met in my life and I’m so freaking grateful to have you. I’m so damn blessed.”

His eyes kept looking into mine as I rambled on about how much I loved him or something along those lines. I didn’t even know what I was saying because the words just left my mouth and I was hoping and praying that nothing silly was spoken by me.

“Right, this is final,” he said slowly as he nodded and swallowed. “I am for sure, like, 100% taking you to Hawaii for a whole month and I am paying it all. We are flying first class and you will not bring any money, not even your bank card. Like I am literally going to pay for everything for you.”

“Like hell you will! Calm your tits, pal. Just cause I tell you how much I love you and how amazing you are, which you should know anyway, doesn’t mean that you can just become my sugar daddy. I am not giving you sugar for money although it comes in handy sometimes…” I joked around which caused him to laugh with his head back and hand on his stomach.

It was the prettiest view and the most angelic sound I have heard that day. I loved making Harry laugh and smile and happy.

He deserved the best and I was determined to give him the best. Even if I couldn’t be considered as the best.

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The dinner was on the beach, the sun was still up so it gave us enough light to see each other and be able to have food outside. It was lovely as we heard the tides of the sea crashing on the sandy shore and the slightly salty yet extremely fresh smell filled my lungs.

Harry was sitting on my right side while Lily was on his left side, talking his ear off which I found rather funny. Especially when he could barely control himself so his hand gripped my thigh a bit firmer as his it was resting there.

He leaned over to me when the little girl got up from the table and left with her mum to go somewhere, his nose slightly nuzzling against mine as a quiet sigh escaped his lips.

“If we ever have a daughter I do not know how I’ll cope,” he said chuckling and I joined him. He pressed his lips against mine in a soft kiss and pulled away just to do it again several times after the first one. “I love you.”

“I love you,” I smiled as my eyes fluttered open just to look right into his shining green ones.

Before I fully moved away from him I kissed his cheek which caused him to blush a little and I found that adorable. I didn’t know why he blushed whenever I kissed him but I loved it like I loved him.

“What would you like to name our daughter?” I asked him suddenly as we were both leaning back in our chairs, the people at the table were all in deep conversation about something.

“Hmmm,” he hummed, putting his elbow on the arm of the chair he was sitting on as he leaned his chin against the side of his index finger. “I don’t know, I think-, we are most probably going to change it right as she’ll be born. Y’know how random we are,” he laughed.

“Right I think we would and will probably end up doing that,” I agreed. At that point I didn’t realise we were talking like it is going to happen but to be honest we had a good relationships and I didn’t see anything that could possibly damage our bond in the near future.

Anything’s possible for us. We have the chance to create a family together in the future and that makes me excited.

“But, urm, something special I think,” I said finally, after he thought about it a bit. “I’d definitely want something for her that would suit her and a name that would be special and unique.”

“As special and unique as Bear Payne or…” I grinned at him which caused him to widen his eyes and it was the funniest thing ever. Then I clocked on. I just shaded his best mate’s son’s name and I didn’t even mean to do that. “I mean that’s not actually what I wanted to say.”

“Oh my god,” he continued to laugh as he covered his mouth with his hand. Then he put the other one over his hand that was already on his lips and his whole body was shaking as he made fun of me making fun of Liam’s son’s name.

But I didn’t really.

I thought it was cute and of course a bit unusual but definitely unique. I think it was mainly his girlfriend who decided on the name so I can’t really give all the credit to Liam for giving his son the name he got in the end.

“Stop it, Harry,” I punched his arm with my fist but I didn’t actually hurt him. This got him though because he stopped and put on a fake hurt face which made me laugh. He was honestly so goofy and playful, sometimes it just made me wanna have kids with him as I wanted to see him with them. “So, what about our daughter’s name then, huh?”

“Okay, let’s talk like adults then,” he said as he cleared his throat and a big sigh left his lips. “I would probably like to call her, um, Maya or something.”

“Maya or something?” I asked back as my eyebrow arched up higher than I could have drawn it as I was getting ready.

“I like Maya, it’s, well, I think it’s different. What do you think? Do you like it?”

“I mean it’s a pretty name but I’m not too keen on it,” I told him my honest opinion. “I’d rather call her something more-, I don’t know. Something more umpfh if you get me?”

Umpfh,” he repeated. His eyes slowly looked into mine and I already saw his smirk growing bigger and bigger. Then before I knew it his head was leaned back and he was laughing his ass off. “Right, describe this umpfh for me, please, pretty girl.”

“You’re just making fun of me, you deserve no explanation,” I told him with a serious face expression but deep down I was dying from the laughter I had to hold back.

God why were we such a goofy and childish couple? We didn’t take anything seriously, we laughed most of the time that we spent together and basically we were both just a mess as soon as we saw each other or started talking.

We could be texting and when I type out that “I’m crying I can’t cope I’m pissing myself” I’m actually like that. Some people just text that stuff, I actually feel it and do it. I mean yeah, Harry is funny…

But I’m hilarious.

I think I laugh at my own jokes more than Harry does. But then again he laughs at his own jokes too. And sometimes we laugh at each other’s – well, okay, we laugh all the fucking time I don’t even know what I’m trying to say anymore.

We’re funny and end of.

‘boyfriend keeps bringing up scrabble victory’ - inspired by this crack post


“So, I might have promised my siblings to host a board game night sometime in the future,” Alec says as he settles beside his boyfriend on the loveseat on their balcony.

The last rays of the sun are painting the sky in a whirlwind of orange and pink, the faint noises of the city below them filling the air.

“You really think that’s a good idea?” Magnus turns towards him, leaning his shoulder against the back of the couch. There’s something mischievous in his voice as he asks, like there’s something Alec is missing, and Alec can’t help the puzzled look on his face as he looks at Magnus.

“I mean, you can’t win every time, and we both remember how you acted when I beat your ass in Scrabble.”

“Hey, it wasn’t that bad!” Alec almost wants to cross his arms over his chest but he knows it’ll only encourage even more teasing from Magnus. “And if wasn’t fair, of course, you know more words than me, you’ve had 400 years more than me to expand your vocabulary.”

The amused expression on Magnus’ face, the way his eyes shine as he looks at Alec, doesn’t make it easy for Alec to stay serious. It makes him wanna forget this silly non-argument and just enjoy his free night with this beautiful man, kiss him senseless, and remind him how much Alec loves him.

“You know, that’s not how Scrabble works, Alexander.”

Or maybe not.

“Besides,” Magnus trails his fingers along the outline of Alec’s arm, his hand coming up to rest on his shoulder as he leans towards Alec, “I don’t think you have to worry about your vocabulary, Mr. Bookworm.”

Alec can’t help but snort at the nickname. It’s true. He does read a lot, always have loved getting lost between the pages of both fiction and nonfiction books. It still doesn’t compare to 400 years of knowledge, but it’s not like he wants to argue with Magnus so he doesn’t say anything. It’s not that important after all.

“A game night sounds fun, though,” Magnus finally says before suggesting that they invite Luke and Catarina as well.

He plays with the hair at the back of Alec’s neck as they discuss game ideas and whether or not they are going to invite everyone for dinner as well. It’s almost dark by now and Alec couldn’t be happier to end his day like this; talking, smiling, and all tangled up with his boyfriend.

“But if you give me the silent treatment again when I kick your ass in trivial pursuit, you are gonna spend the night on the couch.”

Magnus looks serious for a moment before he starts laughing, and Alec can’t do anything but groan.

“You’re lucky you’re so cute,” he says and before Magnus can respond, Alec kisses him, one hand coming up to cup his face, determined to distract him from reminding Alec how much of a sore loser he can be sometimes.

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Alternate End

Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Angst

Summary: You wanted to go on one final date before finally letting him go.

Word Count: 2926

Originally posted by nelliel66

He looked at you, looked at your radiance, looked at your beaming smile as he complimented your cooking. He looked at you with caring and loving eyes, just not the kind of love that you had thought. He didn’t know when he fell out of love for you, but looking at you now he felt guilty for keeping you at his side when you could be out there looking for someone who could truly love you. 

You looked at him, looked at his tired eyes, looked at his forced smile as he complimented your cooking. You looked at him with caring and loving eyes, the kind of love that you wanted him to have. You didn’t know when he fell out of love for you, but looking at him now you felt like you didn’t want to let him go even if he didn’t truly love you.

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Sex Sells - Luke Hemmings Smut

i suddenly felt like writing something and was inspired so i’m blessing you with this shit. (the blesser of shits aka me)

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Y/N is a famous actress and after an award show Luke has a gift for her

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1100ish words


Anxiety and excitement was all Y/N was feeling as she and her boyfriend sat at a circular table filled with familiar faces you’d see on TV or on the silver screen. She was nominated for her first Oscar for the best supporting actress.

She watched Jimmy Kimmel as he made jokes, cracking people up but when he said that he’ll be announcing the winner for the best supporting actress Y/N’s hands started shaking under the table. Luke noticed that her girlfriend started shaking, he held her hand and gave her a small smile. He was just as excited for her girlfriend if not more. He knew winning an Oscar was her dream and he was happy to be experiencing this with her.

“Aaaaand the winner is…” everyone held their breath “Y/N Y/S/N Congrats Y/N!” Y/N was frozen. She was so happy but she still couldn’t believe that she actually won. “YOU WON BABY. YOU DID IT. I’M SO PROUD OF YOU.” Luke was the first of the duo to react. He pulled Y/N up of her seat and hugged her. They briefly kissed on the lips before Y/N started pacing towards the stage, only stopping to hug some of her friends on the way. She also hugged Jimmy, they already knew each other since he interviewed her 3 weeks ago.

“Ah i don’t know what to say. I didn’t think i’d win i mean i was up against all these amazing women. I wanna thank my fans firstly. They put up with a lot for me so thanks for that.” Y/N chuckled “ I also wanna thank the cast. We’ve become the closest friends over the course of shooting. I already miss seeing your faces everyday. I wanna thank my family of course. And lastly i want to dedicate this award to my boyfriend Luke, for being patient with me., always supporting me and not complaining once when i’m exhausted from shooting and in a pissy mood. I love you Luke.”

Y/N got off the stage and got interviewed by some  interviewers while her name was being engraved on the golden statue. She realised that, that would take a long time and decided to return to her boyfriend.

“Congrats baby i’m so proud of you! I knew you’d win you’re so talented. And i also have a gift for you when we’re back in the limo.” Luke said as he kissed her. “How did you know i’d win? What if i didn’t win then i wouldn’t deserve the present.” Y/N protested. “I’d still give it to you baby. In my eyes you’re the winner. Even if you lost.” Y/N smiled. Luke was so sweet to her.

When the ceremony ended and they were putting their coats on Luke asked “ So do you wanna stay for the after party or go straight home?” Y/N decided that she wanted to celebrate this with just her boyfriend and they went out to wait for their limo. She wanted to spend the night alone with her boyfriend but her phone was blowing up. Her family members, friends, everyone was calling or texting to congratulate her on her win. Luke nudged her arm to get attention and pointed at the limo. She quickly said goodbye to the person she was talking to and got in the car.

“So, what is this gift you’ve been dying to give me. The one that you’re sure i’ll love?” Oh yeah Luke praised his gift until the ceremony ended which was more than an hour. “Wait a sec. Driver can you roll up the partition? Thank you and drive a bit slow.”

Luke turned towards her and kissed her roughly. She immediately responded and kissed him back. Their tongues were exploring each others’ mouths while their hands were keeping themselves busy by gripping every piece of skin they could find. Finally Y/N’s hands settled on Luke’s broad shoulders while Luke’s were pulling the front of Y/N’s red dress down to expose her chest. Thank god she was wearing a strapless dress. Luke thanked god for the second time when he realised she couldn’t wear a bra with this dress and hurried to suck on her nipples, making  sure to leave marks on her breast and collar bones on his way.

While sucking on her breasts Luke’s hands pushed the skirt Y/N’s dress up. Y/N blushed when she remembered that she hadn’t worn panties that way because she didn’t want lines on her dress. “Y/N… Did you stand on that stage bare in front of millions of people? tsk tsk bad girl. What am i gonna do with you, you’re killing me.” Luke got harder at the thought of  his girlfriend being bare up on that stage.

He started kissing up her thighs. They were both getting more excited as his head got closer to her pussy. Luke loved Y/N pussy. He thought it looked like a delicate rose. He loved to eat it, to finger it, to be inside of it. He almost liked pleasuring Y/N more than Y/N pleasuring him. Hell he probably did.

When his tongue touched her pussy, Y/N threw her head back and let out a moan. Wanting to hear more of her pleasure sounds, Luke started to lick faster and harder. He was sucking her clit and the sounds she was making was urging him to go faster, harder.

“Luke more please more.” Y/N begged and Luke couldn’t resist her and pushed two fingers inside of her. “YES YES LUKE OH I THINK - I THINK I’M CLOSE” Luke started fingering and sucking harder and ordered her to look at him in the eye. He wanted to see the look of complete bliss on her face when she came. That was one of his favourite parts of sex. That was also the reason why he preferred missionary  sex. His band mates called him vanilla but they didn’t know the reason behind it and Luke wasn’t planning on telling it in the near future.

Luke was snapped out of his thoughts when he heard Y/N’s moans getting louder and quicker. “That’s it baby cum. Cum on my face. You deserve it baby. ” that quickened her orgasm and she came. Luke watched her in awe and cleaned her up with his tongue.

After catching her breath Y/N reached for Luke’s cock but Luke pulled away. “Tonights about you baby. You don’t have to return the favour. We won’t be stopping till the sun rises anyways.” They both laughed at that and Luke settled next to her holding her close while see caught her breath.

When the car slowed down they knew they were close to their apartment and Y/N stilled herself to fix her dress. She giggled “So your famous gift was an orgasm wow.” Luke answered smugly “This is Hollywood baby. Sex sells.”

Stiles Smut~ The Bet

Word Count~ 3165
Rating~ NSFW
Warnings~ Teasing, Safe Sex, Handcuffs, Dirty Talk
Pairings~ Stiles x Female!Reader
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anonymous asked:

Hey! I was thinking to ask for what would the RFA + v + saeran be like with an MC that loves videogames? Like they have a bunch of them on their pc and consoles and likes playing w/ friends when its an online game and stuff like that. A gamer MC is more appropriate i guess? Hope it won't bother you, thanks!

This was so cute! Sorry if it’s not exactly what you wanted…we got carried away…hehe;;;;. Hope you like though! 



Zen:

  • He was teasing Yoosung about raging all night on a new game besides LOLOL
  • He didn’t expect you to join in on the conversation raving about it
  • Turns out you are a hardcore gamer, and you own all kinds of different consoles and play online every weekend
  • Zen had played some video games, but because of work he doesn’t play often
  • When he finds out about your interest, he wants to play one weekend with you
  • At first, you log in online to play with the others
  • Zen gets obliterated
  • So, you settle for some co-op Hallow on the Zetbox
  • You guys get so into it, you don’t even realize you played all night
  • When the credits roll, you both are kind of stunned you beat it in one day
  • Zen leans back and winks at you
  • “Guess we make a good team, huh?”
  • He can’t remember when he had some much fun from video games
  • To commemorate it, he gets you guys couple “Player 1” and “Player 2” tshirts
  • He still teases you when you play on the PC for long hours, but if he sees you on a console, he’ll join you

Yoosung:

  • He’s talking to you one day complaining about this new gamer on his LOLOL server
  • As he starts talking about them, you notice it sounds familiar
  • “Yoosung, that’s…me.”
  • Suddenly, he’s gushing over you instead of complaining
  • You’re his dream come true, until…
  • He suggests for you to join his guild, and you refuse
  • This makes you enemies in the game at first
  • The first battle you two had against each other was intense he thought about breaking up with you forty times within the first forty minutes
  • Soon, the competition between you two actually gets kind of fun
  • But if someone else dares attack either of you, you have each other’s back
  • You guys save up and go to gaming conventions together and do couple cosplays

Jaehee:

  • She knew you liked video games, but she didn’t realize you were an avid gamer until you moved in together
  • She was getting water at 2am and she heard some loud whispering from your room
  • You had left your door open, so she comes across you directing your team members on some online game
  • After getting caught, you kind of just laugh it off and suggest she play sometimes
  • She refuses, not finding the appeal of staring at a computer for hours she does that at work
  • You suggest that she tries some Creature Crossing on the Nimtendo DS
  • She’s hesitant, but she agrees since you suggested it
  • She finds it as a huge stress relief
  • Seeing how much she enjoyed it, you just gave it to her as a gift and got yourself another one
  • In the evenings, you two like to visit each other’s towns in the game and trade a bunch of things
  • Jaehee goes crazy with interior decorating part

Jumin:

  • When he found that you really liked gaming, he invited you over to use whatever console you wanted
  • He had those huge, flat screen, HD TV’s, so playing there was like heaven
  • You didn’t want to play alone though, so you ask for him to join you
  • He’s hesitant, but he agrees…he barely plays, so he could at least put the games to use
  • You pop in Zario Kart and give him a basic run down of the controls
  • You weren’t expecting him to slaughter you
  • You also didn’t expect him to get SO into it
  • You’ve never seen Jumin yell at a screen before…it was both scary and amusing
  • Also, he’s ruthless
  • “Jumin, did you just use a blue shell? ON ME?!”
  • He pats your knee lovingly, though his eyes never leave the screen
  • “Nothing personal, dear.”
  • While he wins every time, you can’t say no the next time he asks you to play


Seven:

  • Whenever he’s busy and you’re over, he lets you use his computers
  • One time he’s done early and comes over to see what you’re upto
  • You’re completely engrossed in an online game…and you’re really good
  • He quietly sits on another computer and plays against you
  • Half way through the round, you get the gist of it and you two go head to head
  • Of course he wins
  • You never play against him online again because you swear he’s doing some sort of hacking to get a bunch of mods he’s not but you’re salty
  • But you can’t help it when you see him casually playing his DS and Nimtemcats 
  • You take out your own and start playing along
  • You both actually love it because it’s really peaceful, and you two have fun making ridiculous names for all the cats
  • You didn’t think it possible for him to add mods to a DS game, but…he is 707
  • He makes a bunch of personalized accessories for your cats, and it’s the cutest thing

Saeran:

  • He knew you played video games
  • He liked to watch you play online sometimes, but it stressed him out sometimes when there were a lot of people
  • He caught you one day playing Wingdom Hearts on a console instead of the PC
  • It looked really interesting, and he wanted to maybe try
  • “Hey…can I play with you?”
  • “Sorry, Saeran…It’s only one player…unless you can hack.”
  • There’s a silence before you realize what you just said
  • You let him borrow the game for a few hours as he does his handy work
  • Sure enough, he manages to tamper with the code and allow co-op
  • It’s a lot of fun, and usually gaming sessions with him are really chill
  • But he’s the kind of guy to constantly mock the dialogue

V:

  • He knows you play video games, and that you’re pretty into the whole thing
  • He’s supportive, but he never really joins you
  • You want to find something you two can enjoy together so you ask if he’s played any games
  • He’s so proud to show you his original Nimtendo DS
  • “V…how long has it been since you played?”
  • He pops out the game cartridge, “Oh, look! Brain Age 1.”
  • You drag him over to the TV and set up the Wii
  • After spending a few minutes hours making his Mii, you show him Wii sports
  • He’s a little awkward at first, trying not to be so obvious with his movements
  • But he loosens up a bit
  • He’ll never say anything, but you can tell his favorites are tennis and golf 

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Inheritance | Pt.4

Pairing: Yoongi x reader
Genre:
hybrid!au, fluff (is it even there? who knows), smut (later later),
Words:
3.1k+
Warnings:
none?? a surprising lack of tears in this one
Notes:
We get to know a bit more about dear sweet Yoongi in this next sad installment. What a time to be alive. I forgot to mention when I first posted this that this is for those anons that requested a hybrid!Yoongi !!! Here you go babies 💖

After your grandmother passed she left everything to you. Her house, her fortune, and apparently… her cat? The grumpy male hybrid you encounter at her house is anything but the tame housecat you’d expected to find. Fulfilling your grandmother’s last request to look after him becomes a lot harder when he seems to be avoiding you, and your dissatisfied relatives start stirring up trouble.

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Good for me C.H.

Another Calum one shot. After this one I am going to write something but it won’t be about Calum. If you have some requests, leave them here 

By the way, this is my first ever requested imagine so I’m so happy. I hope you like it, babes. Also, I’m not so good writing smut so I’m sorry for that. 

Summary Could you do an imagine please of where you and calum go to an interview and you’re a popular singer long before 5SOS were around and the interviewer keeps saying things like “you’re here because of y/n” ect and then he’s grumpy all the time you get home and you guys just like get into a bad argument and make up sex with is v steamy thank youuu xxx

Requested: yassss

Trigger Warning: smut 

Word count: 1,5k

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Camera flashes were the only thing I could see all along the red carpet. People were screaming our names as we were walking down, pausing every second to pose for the cameras.

Calum had his arm resting on my waist, his finger brushing the skin that my backless dress showed. He was dressed in an amazing suit that made me drool over him. A smile was plastered on his face the whole evening, even in the red carpet, a place I knew he didn’t like that much. But he had told me that he wanted to be there with me, supporting me in what could be the most important night of my career. I had been nominated for two Grammys: best R&B singer and best album of the year and I couldn’t be more nervous. Of course, I wanted to win but I also adored the other artists who were also nominated. So having Calum by my side, made me feel calmer.

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02 | flashing red

( things you said through your teeth + vampire!kim taehyung )
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He interrupts you before you can even get a word in. “Drop it.”

You scoff, exhaling in a laugh that brings the uneasy smile across your lips. “You don’t even know what I was going to say.”

“Of course I do,” He retorts, straightening up and turning his neck to glare at you, red eyes and all. “It’s written all over your face.”

You furrow your eyebrows together. “If you know, then why won’t you let me—!”

“I said to drop it,” Another interjection, this time through clenched teeth, balled fists, every red flag to show that you cannot win in this argument. Normally, you would let it go, let the fury from arguments simmer over until things really got better. But how can you drop something like this, how can you wait until things get better if he won’t get better?

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You can’t win ‘em all | P.P

Originally posted by hollandoakes

Anon note: Hey guys, been wanting to post this for a while. Just a short Peter Parker one-shot idea I had, haven’t actually posted in a while so…hope you all like it. 

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Being a teenager was hard. What’s more, being a teenage superhero was harder. For Peter, dealing with obtaining these new powers was a struggle. The sudden increase in strength, agility and senses was muddling and Peter often went nights without sleep, mulling over the new situation. But what was even harder than being a teenager, or a superhero, was love.

      The girl wasn’t perfect, which was what made her perfect. Every flaw was flawless.

 “Peter?” Ned coughed, giving the boy a friendly shove. When he remained unresponsive, Ned sighed, following Peter’s line of sight. He wasn’t surprised to find his best friend to be honed in on a certain Y/H/C.

 “Peter, if you’re going to be such a hopeless romantic, at least make a move.”

This snapped Peter from his reverie and a furious blush slathered the pale skin of his cheeks.

 “I-I’m not a hopeless romantic!” He objected, trying to turn his eyes away from the girl but failing miserably. She was just so captivating. Ned rolled his eyes, watching the girl busy making conversation with a friend.

“Dude, I get what you see in her and everything. But stop moping around. Either make a move or let’s go to English. We’ll be late and I can not get another late pass from Ms.Thompson because of your idiocy.”

 Peter feigned a hurt look, knowing that Ned wasn’t truly worried. The class was more prehistoric than the dinosaurs.

   “I’ll go in a second.” Peter promised. “Let me just look at her a little longer.”

 Peter loved everything about you. From the way your hair was pulled high into a ponytail (that, even then, spilled over your shoulders), to the way that your eyes sparkled beneath the ugly light of the school. You lit up the entire hallway with your charisma. Grumpily, Peter recognized the someone else seemed to notice as well.

  “Y/N!”

The words ripped down their hallway in sharp sound and your head turned. Flash’s grin widened impossibly more and he waved one beefy arm in your direction. The miniscule roll of your eyes tickled a smile onto Peter’s lips.         Dismissing your conversation with your friend, you plastered on an expression that at least didn’t portray dismay to the arrival of the school bully.

 “Hey Flash.” You greeted. Flash’s posse arrived not far behind him, parting the crowd with their clumsy ways, elbows waving.

 “I heard you’re going to the drive-in movie tonight?”

You wrinkle your nose, looking down at the books in your arms. “Um, yeah. I am.” You answered shortly. Flash grinned, leaning one arm against the cold metal of a locker. “Do you have a date?”

You let out an exasperated sigh. Flash was persistent  in his effort to get you to date him. To be honest, he wasn’t all that appealing, and you had your eyes set on someone else. A brown haired boy, to be exact.

  You didn’t know how to escape this one. You wanted to downright tell Flash no, but it wasn’t in you to be so cold-hearted to the boy, and it looked like you had been backed into a corner. Until one boy spoke up.

   “Yeah, she does.”

You looked up from your book, surprised to see Peter hurrying over. His head was ducked, but his shoulders were pushed back. You perked up a bit at Peter’s arrival, though your eyes flashed with curiosity. “I do?” You mumbled, more to yourself than anything, only for Peter to wink in your direction. “I do!” You exclaimed, facing Flash. “Sorry Flash, but i’m going with–”

“Me.” Peter inserted. “She’s going with me.”

Flash was bewildered by your team up with Parker and looked between the two of you skeptically. “You’re going with Parker?”

 You nodded brightly, smiling up at Peter. “Yeah. Maybe next time or something, Flash.”

You, of course, needed to play the part, and you wrapped one arm around Peter’s middle. He casually draped one arm over your shoulder and the two of you turned to walk away.

  “Sorry, Flash.” You heard Peter say over his shoulder. He was much more confident in your presence, you noticed. “You can’t win ‘em all.”

Companions are Dared to Fight Maxson

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Cait: 

“C'mon little guy! Show me what you got!” Cait got into a fighting stance and smirked at Maxson. In a matter of seconds she was flipped over and on the ground. “Watch what you say, civilian. I will not tolerate-” Cait had got up as he was speaking and sucker punched the Elder right in the face. The fight was on. It lasted around 3 hours tops, both getting knocked around by the other. The fight was closed to a tie because never of them would give up. Curie scolded them both when they were done, saying that “it was a hazard to their health” if they continued. Maxson suffered from a fractured wrist, a broken nose, and a cluster of bruises making his face swollen. Cait suffered a minor concussion a black eye, a few cracked ribs, and a sprained hand. They both decided it was best to not do that again, unless they got bored.

Codsworth:

Maxson raised an eyebrow at the Mr. Handy. “Sir? If I may, I don’t think it would be wise to conduct a fight against you, my saw arm alone is enough to give you stitches. I wouldn’t want to worry Miss Curie.” “I suggest if you don’t want to be turned into a scrap heap, then you better stay back.” As Maxson said that, it made Codsworth run tail and run, he didn’t even want to fight the Elder of the brotherhood anyway.

Curie:

Curie is a sweetheart, why would anyone want to fight her? She doesn’t even like fighting, only when it’s necessary. When asked to Maxson she was in shock. “Fight him? He has done nothing wrong to provoke me! Yes I mean he can be a bit ah, rude to me but that’s not a reason to hurt him!” However, she still ended up to face to face with him. “Monsieur? If I may, I do not wish to fight you.” Curie crossed her arms in protest. Maxson didn’t say anything, just shrugged and walked off. He’d never admit it but he was quite fond of Curie since she helped people no matter what, despite being a synth.

Danse:

“Me? Fight elder Maxson? You’re out of your mind.” Danse crossed his arms and stared at the person who dared him. “Last time that happened I ended up with a few broken ribs and a hand. I was off the field for almost 5 months.” He looked at the ground and then back up, “Of course I was more naive and less aware at that time, maybe I will take him on again.” Later that day, Danse was seen fighting Maxson. He wore a swollen face and a bloody nose just looking at him, however he also had a broken rib and a sprained ankle. Maxson had a black eye and what seemed like a fractured hand. Maxson was winning, Danse was unfortunately too cocky to take him on, leaving him on the ground after being flipped over, and then being left with a shattered pride.

Deacon:

“me, fight that hunk?” He laughed loudly, “Oh goodness, you gotta be kidding me!” He wiped a tear from his eyes from laughing so hard. “Well, you only live once, am I right?” He got up to go find Maxson. Once he spotted him, he popped a stealth boy and snuck up to him. He forcibly pulled the elder down, however he did not expect him to reach blindly in the air and take a lucky grab at the spy, pulling him down too. Deacon slammed onto the ground, giving him a small nose bleed. “Using a stealth boy, eh? Coward, show yourself!” Maxson yelled out in anger. Deacon quickly ran off, but kept his cool as he told the person who dared him that he totally beat Masson with just one punch. No one believed him since they saw Maxson the next day with no bruising or swelling showing that he’d been in a fight.

Dogmeat:

He tilted his head in confusion. He was a sweet dog (most of the time), why would he jump Maxson? Dogmeat didn’t move, he just sat down, scratched himself and rolled around on the ground in boredom.

Hancock:

“I’ll gladly do so.” Hancock smirked a mischievous smirk. He strolled up to Maxson with a wide grin on his face. “What do you want, ghoul?” Maxson looked at him in disgust. “Oh nothing, just wanted to give you something.” Hancock punched the elder in the face and yelled out, “Fight me you little punk!” The fight my friends, was on. Maxson was strong and fast, but Hancock was swift and flexible. He was like a fox letting a bull charge him but then jumping to the side at the last second. Maxson was able to get a few punches on the mayor but soon found himself on the ground in pain. Hancock had body slammed him to the ground and walked off with just a broken finger and a slight limp in stride that wpuld last at least a week. Maxson however had a cracked rib, a black eye, and busted lip. No one ever let the elder live that down. Who couldn’t talk about it? The elder of the Brotherhood of Steel had just got his ass kicked by a skinny ghoul from Goodneighbor.

Maccready:

Maccready nervously chuckled “I don’t think that’s such a good idea, I mean I’m not really trained in hand-to-hand combat.” However he strolled up to Maxson and was about to punch the guy in the face but when he turned around and questioned Maccready, the poor sniper just about jumped out of his skin and ran away with his tail tucked between legs.

Nick: “Listen, I would and I really want to, but he could easily turn me into a scrap heap the next time he saw me, so I’d better not.” The detective lit up a cigarette, “However, maybe if I’m feeling risky I might just fight the guy”

Piper:

“Bring it Maxson! Fight me!” Piper put her fists up at the taller man. Maxson looked down at her and scoffed. “Do you really want to do tha-” before he could finish his sentence, piper went right into fighting dirty and had kicked him right in the baby maker. The elder held his groin in pain as a tear welled up in his eye, but he held it in. He gasped slightly before maintaining his posture and got rewards with a strong kick to the shin bringing him down on one knees. Piper cheered, “Hey guys! I just brought the elder of the Brotherhood of Steel to his knees!! How many of you can say that, huh??” She walked laughing and pumped her fists in the air, she was definitely writing an article about this.

Preston:

“Oh I don’t know, he’s a really strong guy….but I always wanted to challenge him!” Preston smiled and nervously rubbed the back of his neck. Later that day, he walked up to Maxson and bluntly told he wanted to challenge him to a fight. “Challenge me? To a fight? You do realize you are addressing the Elder of the Brotherhood of Steel, correct?” Maxson challenged Preston, his back straight and staring sternly at the Minuteman. “I know exactly who I’m addressing and I’m challenging you to a fight.” Preston stared down the Elder. “Very well then.” With that, the two were at each other, punches flying and dirt being kicked up everywhere. Soon enough, Preston landed a punch square Maxson’s face. The sweet pure man soon realized that was a mistake since he then found himself on the ground, wheezing, flooding coming from his face. He groaned as he slowly got up, suddenly feeling nauseous. “Monsieur! Oh dear, you need to be treated immediately! You too Monsieur Maxson! Come come! ” Curie had ran up to scene of the fight just in time to see Preston go on the ground. “Curie I’m fine..just need to catch my breath..” Preston almost went unconscious as he stumbled to Curie’s place. He was diagnosed with a few broken ribs, a bruised shoulder and a broken nose, Maxson however, had a broken nose and a fractured jaw. Preston decided to never challenge Maxson again.

Strong:

As soon as he was dared he got a wild grin on his face. “Strong smash small human? STRONG SMASH PUNY HUMAN!” He ran over to Maxson bellowing a loud roar. Maxson silently thanked whoever was listening that the super mutant was so loud that no one could hear his high-pitched scream as he was taken into the mutants arms and thrown like a rag doll. The Elder suffered from a number of injuries: broken leg, arm, wrist, a concussion, and extremely sore joints and muscles for next few months. It took a ton of persuasion to convince Maxson not to terminate Strong for treating him so poorly.

X6-88:

“I will gladly punch the shit out of that surface filth.” Standing up, X6 walked out of the room, finding Maxson easily. “Excuse me, sir? I wish to speak with you.” Maxson turned around at the voice, seeing who called him. “What do you wan-” before the Elder could finish, he was punched in the face, kicked in the shin, and thrown on the ground in a matter of seconds. “Hm, always wanted to do that.” With that, X6 walked off calmly, like nothing happened leaving Maxson in a stunned daze wondering what had just happened.

Maxson:

Maxson was aboard the Prydwen, strolling towards his quarters when out of the corner of his eye, he spotted something. He stopped and looked around and saw someone right beside him. Thinking it was an attacker, he launched himself at the intruder only to come into contact with a wall. No, wait, it was mirror. Maxson launched himself at a reflection of himself like a puppy seeing itself in a mirror for the first time. Humiliated and sore, Maxson was just glad that no one saw that and he shamefully shuffled into his quarters and stayed there for the rest of the night. However, he did not see the newest recruit climbing up from the command deck just in time to witness the scene. The next day, Maxson walked down the hall wondering why everyone was whispering and snickering when he walked by.

Gage:

Gage laughed, loudly. “That little guy? I bet you 30 caps I’ll win!” Gage quickly strolled up to Maxson with a huge grin on his face. Maxson turned around and in exchange, got a sucker punch to the face. He staggered backwards slightly from the force and held his bloody nose. “What the hell??” Maxson’s eyes flashed a lethal look towards Gage and lunged towards him. Maxson had Gage underneath him and was angrily punching him. Gage quickly rolled away and ran off, limping ever so slightly. Gage lost his thirty caps and a got rewarded with a broken nose a few chipped teeth and two black eyes.

Ada:

“Why would I do such a thing?” Ada was confused, why would she attack someone just to attack someone? She walked away from the person who asked her and went to go do her own thing leaving the person slightly disappointed since they didn’t get to see a fight.