of course we want some wine

You Drive Me Crazy

Y/N and Harry both appear on Lip Sync Battle and Y/N drives Harry a little crazy, but in a good way.

“You look insane,” Janice, Y/N’s stylist laughed. 

Y/N stepped back, looking at herself in the mirror. She couldn’t help but let out a laugh, Harry heard it from outside the dressing room and stopped. The laugh was one of those that made someone else want to laugh, it wasn’t the most beautiful to everyone, but to him it made him smile and his heart flutter slightly. He couldn’t help but stop walking in the hall and listen to it. 

“Who else is here?” He asked Jeff, looking at the closed door. 

“Y/N Y/L/N, she’s an actress,” he answered, “come on you’ll meet her later we need to get you dressed.”

Y/N looked at herself in the mirror. Her hair was pulled up into two pig tails, fake pink glasses sitting on her face. A very light pink waitress uniform hugged her body along with some white sneakers. 

“Well this is what she wore in the music video!” Y/N giggled, turning with a smile on her face.

“She also wore a much better and hotter outfit,” Janice stated. 

“Yeah but this one is funnier, sure to get me the win,” Y/N stated, “now lets go.”


The music had been started and Harry couldn’t take his off of her. Britney Spears filled the room, but she made it. She was funny and cute, and he could tell how happy she was. 

You drive me crazy,” she mouthed the words, pointing right at Harry causing the crowd to cheer. 

She pranced over, dancing along with the other dancers. He couldn’t help but laugh at how care free she was. He had been nervous all night, he knew he was supposed to look stupid but he found it nerve racking, yet here she was doing it and having fun.

She grabs Harry by the tie gently pulling him up, he follows as the crowd cheers, she pulls him down to her level, her face inches away from his, “baby thinking of you keeps me up all night,” she sings softly along with the song just as it ends.

He leans closer but she turns, smiling at the crowd, “yes girl!” Chrissy yells out, “yes!”


“I let you win,” Harry says, wiping his forehead as he followed her down the hall. 

She turns, a smile on her face and she has her back to the door, one hand behind her as it touches the doorknob, “didn’t peg you for a sore loser Mr. Styles,” she teased. 

“You only won because you kept pulling me out on stage,” Harry says, “and that little outfit.”

“It is a bit ridiculous,” she says, her cheeks heating up and a pink shade appearing. 

“You’re cute-I mean the outfit on you,” Harry rambled, “’s cute,” he concludes. 

She giggled, looking down at her feet, “well thank you,” she says. 

“Well since you won maybe we can go out and celebrate?” Harry asked, shoving his hands in his pockets. 

She looks up, her eyes wide slightly, “you want to take me out?”

“Well you do believe I’m a sore loser and I need to change your opinion of me,” Harry says. 

“Hmm,” she presses her lips in a line, pretending to think, “I don’t know. What do you have in mind?”

“I don’t know, some food, maybe some wine, we go back to my place,” he says, “and have a rematch where I win.”

“So this isn’t a date? It’s a rematch?” she jokes. 

“Of course Y/N,” Harry plays along, “I need to win first it’s all part of my plan.”

“And what’s that plan?” she asked, a smile on her face. 

“For you to date a winner,” Harry stated, “duh.”

“Okay,”” Y/N agrees, turning the handle and stepping back, “I’ll go out tonight. But you’ll still lose later.”

“I will not,” Harry shakes his head, “and if I do it’s because I let you win.”

She laughs again, causing Harry to smile, “whatever helps you sleep at night Styles.”

ayyzor  asked:

But what about an Ancient Greek or Roman au with the daughter of a high status family and her childhood friend/next door neighbour of just as high status and it's been expected that they'll marry one day and theyve always been kind of disgusted with the idea of marrying each other because they're just friends but then they reach their teens and hit puberty and she's just like damn. Imma leave this one up to you too bc like I think you'd cast it really well idk

《I actually wrote this while being in Rome so I kinda like the vibe of this one》

Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader (Roman High-Status AU)

July 13th, 41 A.D.

“I heard Father talking to Mother in the garden this morning…”
Tetsurou looked up from his sandals slapping against the concrete pavement. The steady summer sun burned his eyes when he looked over at her, mud dusted skin and once preened hair. She was the definition of a disaster after tumbling down the hill behind her family’s estate. She fiddled with the hem of her skirt, a nervous quirk of hers, while her other hand ran against the leaves of premature olive trees.
“So? My parents talk in the garden all the time.”
“Yeah, well this talk was different.” She huffed. The fingers that ran across the olives seemed to tighten, dragging down overripe fruit with quick swipes. “They were talking about a wedding.”
“What wedding?”
She paused, sending him a dirty look out of the corner of her eye.
“Our wedding.” She muttered, the apples of her cheeks growing red. Tetsurou stared at her in awe, the soft pitter patter of his feet ceasing to a stop. He cocked his head, staring at her in utter disbelief.
“Whatever do you mean, our wedding?”
“I mean-” She paused, taking a deep and steady breath. “I mean we’ve been arranged.”
Tetsurou let out a pathetic noise, a whine, perhaps, and sunk to his knees.
“Is this a joke?”
“You really think I’d be joking?” She frowned, plopping down next to him. She slumped her shoulders and spread her legs, something her mother would faint upon seeing, and yanked a leaf off the tree above them. He watched her fiddle with it between her fingers, before ripping it apart at the veins.
“Well, it could be worse. You could be arranged to Nose-Picker Naevius on the other side of the city.” Tetsurou shrugged, flashing her a coy grin when she frowned.
“Please! Like I’d like to be wed to the likes of either of you!” Tetsurou almost laughed at her, right then and there. It wasn’t that he was fond of her, because he wasn’t, she was bossy and loud and let dirt sit under her fingernails, but she definitely wasn’t the worst possible suitor. He didn’t take much of a liking for girls, these days. He couldn’t quite understand the hype of marriage, and why he needed to get married anyways. He was a man, powerful as is, and he was sure he’d live just fine without some girl tied next to him. Girls were disgusting, anyways, spent all day weaving in the commons. __, though, __ didn’t seem like the type to weave, and maybe that’s why he didn’t mind her all that much.
“Hey.” He peeped, “Give me one good reason why I wouldn’t be a suitable husband.”
“You’re disgusting!” She fired back, with no thought in between.
“How so?”
She paused for a moment, eyebrows furrowing. Tetsurou kept staring at her with a smirk so devious, and if it wasn’t for her mother’s voice in the back of her head telling her to be a lady, she would’ve thrown him into the dirt right then and there.
“Well, you cried after emperor Caligula’s death! The man was a menace, don’t you know. Father had him over for supper once and all he did was sass the cook and look at his reflection in the vases! Figures a narcissist like you would feel remorse for that goat.”
“My father had him over for supper once, too, and he did the same. It was hilarious, Mother was trying so hard not to be rude, I thought her head was going to explode. I wish he was still around so I could relive that.” Tetsurou shrugged. “Don’t seem to be getting any laughs with emperor Claudius in reign, now.”
“I think he’s much better suited as emperor! Laughs or not!”
“Really? I saw him stumble down a set of stairs today and crash into a pillar. I could do a better job at that, and I’m ten.” __ pulled another leaf off the tree and tore it apart immediately, letting the remains scatter to the concrete. She wiped her hands against her skirt, adding streaks of green alongside the faded brown of mud.
“Please! You can’t even take care of yourself, let alone an empire!”
“Says the girl who can’t even keep her skirt clean.”
She shot him one last dirty look before rising to her feet.
“I’m never marrying you.” She stated. Tetsurou hummed, jumping up to stand next to her. “We can be friends, but I’m never marrying you. You’re icky and your hair’s a mess.”
“Who said I was ever going to marry you? You aren’t quite the princess of my dreams, either.”
“Father said, but I’m going to let him know that I would rather be thrown in the Colosseum then call myself a ‘Kuroo’.”
“Yes, have fun sassing your father. I’m sure that’ll end up perfectly. Tell me how that turns out if you aren’t killed.”
“Thank you, I will. Filth.”
“Bossypants.”
“Jerk.”


March 29th, 49 A.D

Her hands were shaking.
Her hands were shaking and her mind was spinning, and oh god, she felt like she was going to puke.
Her mother insisted that today, out of all days, she reunite with her childhood friend, Tetsurou Kuroo, the wealthy boy down the street who she was destined to be wed to. She insisted that she’d rather not, it was her cursed time of the month and God forbid anything happen to her whilst she was draped in her finest white silk. Her pleas had no force though, and she was dragged along anyways. She hadn’t seen the boy in seven years, ties being cut off when she turned eleven. He had changed now, for sure, and she couldn’t fathom what he’d look like.
She imagined he’d be a lot more muscular. Rumor had it he was to be a part of the consul soon, so he had to be of decent shape. She hoped he had somehow learned to tame the childish fringe that hung in his face when he was younger, although she couldn’t imagine Tetsurou without it. Thinking about him put a small smile on her face, before her mother hit her on the arm.
“Are you excited to see him?” She pondered, and __ could feel her cheeks grow hot.
“I mean…” She shrugged, cocking her head towards the ground. “I’m a lot more nervous than excited. We’re not eight years old anymore, Mother.”
Walking through the Kuroo courtyard made her stomach roil even more than it was before. Her mother grabbed her by the hand, gave it a gentle squeeze, before marching up towards the gate and giving the lion mouth door knocker a heavy rap.
“I’m sure he’s just as nervous as you are. You do not need to worry, you’ve bathed naked with him before, you’re friends.”
“Mother! That’s not helping with the situation!”
Her mother only shrugged, straightening her shoulders when a slave opened the door for them. He nodded curtly, making way for the two of them to pass by. There was a rushed click of shoes against marble, and an all too familiar woman stumbled out into the commons.
“Oh, __, __, it’s so wonderful to see you again!” The short woman hobbled over to her and her mother, throwing her arms around both of their shoulders.
“My, what a beautiful young lady you’ve wound up to be, __. Tetsurou’s going to want to marry you right here once he sees you.”
__’s breath hitched, but she nodded, paying her respects towards her elder. Mrs. Kuroo looked the same as she did seven years ago, except the roots of her ebony hair started staining a deep gray.
“Thank you, Mrs. Kuroo, you look lovely yourself.” She managed to stutter out. The woman clapped gleefully, rushing into one of the doors at the end of the commons. __ looked up at her mother, furrowing her eyebrows in chagrin.
“I really don’t want to discuss my marriage whilst blood is dripping from my private areas, Mother.”
“You don’t have a choice. You don’t have to say anything. I’ll discuss things with Mrs. Kuroo, and you just have to sit there, drink the wine that’s served to you, and make yourself look presentable, understood?”
__ nodded, relaxing her eyebrows amongst her mother’s violent gaze.
“Yes, Mother.”
“Good girl.”
Mrs. Kuroo came stumbling out once more, an excited hue of pink dusted along her cheeks. If anything, Mrs. Kuroo was more excited about the wedding than either of the two actually being wed.
“Tetsurou should be out in a bit. He’s a smart boy, he’s studying the stars. He’s been very into science lately, and growing things.” She boasted.
“__ here, she’s very into literature. Her tutor remarks her as one of his greatest students. She took up playing the harp about a year ago, didn’t you, __?”
“I did, Mother.”
“Oh, isn’t that wonderful!” Mrs. Kuroo clapped. “It’s lovely to see you’ve grown up a proper girl.”
She wanted to ask her what she meant by that statement. Was she not proper before? Of course, she didn’t mind her clothes getting dirty and mussled up her hair, but she had the decency to be respectful. Behind closed eyelids, she rolled her eyes, but kindly accepted the so called compliment.
“Come here, ladies. I’ll have Brutus fetch us some wine while we wait for Tetsurou.”
Hearing his name out loud made her even more nervous than before. She clutched at the ends of her tunic as she took a seat, eyes nervously darting around the room. Mrs. Kuroo immediately noticed this, because she placed a hand on her shoulder and laughed.
“You don’t need to be nervous, my dear, __. He’s the same boy you knew when you were a child.”
She wanted to retaliate and say that no, he wasn’t the same boy she knew as a child. The Tetsurou she knew as a child only took interest in dirt and gladiator battles, never science or stars. Mrs. Kuroo kept yammering away, but suddenly silenced upon the sound of footsteps.
“Bragging about me now, are you, Mother?” Came a deep, hearty chuckle. Immediately, __’s heart dropped. It was him.
She didn’t dare turn around to greet him, although every part of her wanted to. God, his voice was attractive by itself. Her mother slapped her on her knee, an indication to stand up and greet him. So she did. She slowly stood up, brushed off her skirt, and faced him, eyes immediately widening upon the sight in front of her.
He was more attractive than she imagined. He was tall, extremely so, and had to be a good child larger than her. His face was thin and sharp, hazel eyes still youthful and attentive. He still had the horrible fringe, but it only added to his charm. He held a book in his hand, of some sort, and the vibe he gave off just made her want to melt.
Forget the consul, he could be a god, if he wanted to.
“Hello.” She stuttered, trying hard not to break eye contact.
“It’s been awhile, huh?”
“If seven years is while.”
Tetsurou chuckled, the tips of his ears growing visibly red. She could see the slight shake of his hands around his book, and that assured her that he was just as nervous as she was. The laughs that spilled out of his mouth were fake, but she didn’t have the audacity to confront him on it. She knew the ugly cackle that he was cursed to, and she couldn’t help but wonder what kind of facade he had pent up over the years.
They took a seat at the table, and __ didn’t dare touch her wine. Her hands were shaking so hard in her lap that she would definitely break the glass if she grabbed it. Tetsurou seemed to be sticking to the same thing. Although her eyes were glued to the table in front of her, she could feel Tetsurou’s eyes on her. This entire time, he’d been staring, as if he’d been analyzing her, like she was his prey. Needless to say, it was intimidating, especially when he was oh so attractive. At this point, she could feel her cheeks burning, every so often taking quick peeks upwards to catch his gaze. This time, once he’d caught her eye, she hadn’t looked away. He held her there with a stern gaze, before he took a quick glimpse at his mother before flashing her the nastiest silly face her could muster. At this, she couldn’t help but giggle into her fist. What he had done wasn’t at all humorous, but for some reason, she had laughed. She knew deep down in her heart that it was out of relief, that maybe he was the same, old idiotic Tetsurou from years past. Knowing this just made their arrangement all the more sweet.

Too Hot To Handle: Chapter Twenty Six

So I kinda wrote a different kind of fanfiction. It’s nothing as in depth as my other fics so I am going to post it here. ENJOY!!***Actor, Real Person Fanfiction, Walking Dead RPF***Featuring: Jeffrey Dean Morgan X Original Female Character, Norman Reedus and others.. (FYI this is total fiction, as in I know nothing about JDMs life or that of his real SO and son etc. Because of this, for this work of fiction, they don’t exist. Jeffrey’s been a typical actor playboy dating fellow stars etc. This is written for sick daydreaming pleasure.)

Aria St. James is a busy woman with a thriving restaurant. She thought she had everything she needed until a few famous faces visit her dining room. A tall, dark and handsome actor decides Aria’s just what he’s been looking for.

Rating: Mature : NSFW **dirty dirty**

I don’t have a masterlist for this fic yet but if you go to tags and choose Too Hot To Handle, it will pull them all up. Thanks! 


Originally posted by jdm-negan-mcnaughty

Jeffrey was definitely up to something, Aria could see it in his eyes and the subtle nervousness in his fidgeting fingers. She caught him flicking a zippo, while gazing off in thought, the metal tapping against his palm. His gaze would slide to her and there would be something under those hooded eyes, something soft, yet resolute. 

Aria wasn’t going to ask though. Megan had implanted a horrible, hope causing seed in her brain that could destroy her if she began to dream about the what ifs.
‘Aria, he’s totally going to ask you. Even Randy thinks so and he’s as observant as my grandmother’s blind bassett hound. By the end of this vacation you’ll either be engaged or knocked up. Hell maybe both.’ Her best friend wagered while speaking with Aria as she packed.
With his mysterious errand that morning, Aria was beyond paranoid by his skittish behavior but she wasn’t going to think about that little tidbit burrowing into her subconscious like a fast growing root. She wasn’t going to get her hopes up only to have them dashed.
Peeking over her book, she watched as Jeffrey leaned against the deck rail, all long limbs and handsome angles. A cigarette rested lazily between his lips, smoke trailing out in steady increments. His lighter was twirled between two fingers, as he stared out at the coming waves. He’d been smoking more despite his claim to be cutting back and she couldn’t help but ponder why. She wouldn’t admit it got her wet to watch though, the masculinity of it making her thighs tighten.  Everything he did got her hot under the collar. Pulling the cigarette away from his lips, he worried the end of it with his thumb, flicking ash into the wind. His eyes flickered to her for a moment, a twitch of a smile curling his lip.
Yeah, Jeffrey was definitely up to something.


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Crowley & Wine

This was requested by @emilyymichelle! I hope this is okay! I hope y’all enjoy this <3 <3

Word Count: 413

Warnings: fluff

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You walked into the dining room per Crowley’s request.  The room was dimly lit by candles along the walls and on the table.  It was beautiful.  It was something you would see in one of those princess movies.  Food was plated beautifully on the table.  The silverware shined and the napkins were folded intricately.

“Hello darling,” Crowley purred as he padded up behind you, wrapping his arms around your front.  “I hope you’re ready for a lovely meal.  I’ve had all of your favorite foods prepared for you.  Just in case you can’t decide on one or the other.”  Crowley pressed kisses along your jawline.

“This is amazing,” you breathed, a gentle smile adorning your lips.  “What’s the occasion?”  You turned around in Crowley’s arms, looking into his brown eyes.  

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Shot for Me - Justin Bieber imagine

A/N: i am so so SO sorry for the long wait but here it is my loves :)

Request: ‘Can u do an imagine where I took a bullet for Justin even tho he’s my ex and cheated and he cried when he saw me in the hospital and held me tight and we get back together

Warnings: well if guns make you uncomfortable then you’ll have to pass on this one, some language


{Y/N} POV

It was a night out for me and my girls. Since I was recently single, I deserved to treat myself to a little me time. We had a reservation booked at this expensive restaurant in downtown Los Angeles. And of course, it was the one Justin took me to on our very first date! I knew all the memories would all come flooding back but, I was hear for a good time. We were seated at a table that would accommodate our big party and were given our menus to look for what we wanted to order. 

I decided to keep it simple and go with some pasta because why not? I wasn’t an avid wine drinker but, now that I was single, I’ve taken up wine drinking. I assumed that this is what happened when you’ve been under someone else’s control for so long—you start taking up hobbies or patterns you’ve never originally done. The girls ordered what they wanted and the waiter took our menus and fetched what we ordered. Some time passed between us ordering and waiting for our food, and within that time, the last person on Earth I wanted to see entered the building.

“Major hottie alert!” One of my friends spoke up but, quickly shut up once she noticed who it was. “Too soon?” I scoffed, rolling my eyes at her stupidity. I prayed that Justin wouldn’t look over in this direction because tonight would’ve been a bust. I noticed a menu at the table opposite from us and decided to take it so I wouldn’t have to see him. I opened the menu and set it up, right in front of my view or anyone else’s view. I peeked up to make sure he wasn’t looking at me but, instead I just got weird looks from everyone in the room.

Tonight was going to be rather interesting.


After eating plates upon plates of food, I was ready to get out of here. Justin was still here and I was starting to get suspicious of him. He sat there all night by himself, at first I assumed he was waiting for his date, but that didn’t answer my question. Maybe he was just spying on me. The now drunken girls and I headed out of the restaurant. I glanced over my shoulder to see if Justin was going to follow but, he didn’t seem interested in the slight commotion. 

I closed the door behind me and had to keep the girls in order because they were tumbling all over places they needn’t be. How the hell was I supposed to take care of 4 drunken females when I can barely take care of myself? I heard the door behind me open and close and a voice spoke.

“Need help?”

I already knew who it was just based off the voice. I turned around to face the disembodied voice and was faced with Justin. “I guess,” I responded, showing no absolute interest in him. Maybe he would just help you and leave you alone, I thought to myself. Probably not. Justin took two of the girls, while I took the other two, walking them to the car parked on the side. This was going to be a long walk. 

Almost to the car, a faceless figure came stalking toward this way. Once they got closer, I could make out the face and noticed that it was one of the girls’ boyfriend. Come on, not right now!

“What the hell is this? What the hell are you doing with my girl Bieber?” Tony growled, not even bothering to acknowledge my presence. 

“What does it look like buddy? Your girl and her friends are drunk and I’m helping {Y/N} take them back to the car.” Justin responded. He attempted to continue walking past Tony but, he blocked the way. “Look, are you going to move or what?”

“You got some nerves bro,” Tony scoffed. He glanced back at me and then back at Justin and I could tell something was off. Tony was always known for being dangerous, blew my mind how he ended up with one of my friends, but I had a bad feeling something bad was about to happen. And, just as I had suspected of something bad happening, Tony pulled a gun out from his jacket pocket and aimed it at Justin. The girls screamed in causing people to look over and see what was going on.

Something came running over towards us and I began telling them that we didn’t need their help. We really needed help from the professionals. I set the two girls I had down on the pavement against the wall and began reasoning with Tony. 

“Look, it doesn’t have to be like Tony. If you shoot him, you could spend a lot of time in jail, or even prison. You don’t want that.”

“You don’t know what I want {Y/N}! Mind your god damn business!” Tony barked. I took a step back and left it between Justin and Tony.

“Alright Tony, why don’t I just set your girl down and you’ll be on your merry way? Sounds right, doesn’t it?” Justin spoke up. 

I knew Tony wasn’t going to let Justin off the hook and he seemed like he really wanted to shoot him. The guy from earlier who came over to help us grew impatient and decided to take things into his own hands. He shoved Tony causing the gun to go off. Everything happened so quickly but, I didn’t even think twice with jumping in front of Justin, taking the bullet. After that, everything went dark.


I slowly opened my eyes and heard the beeping sound coming from the EKG next to my bed. I went to sit myself up but, winced in pain clutching at my arm. 

“Oh thank god you’re awake,” I heard Justin’s voice say from the corner of the room. “You had me so worried about you. I was crying for over an hour.”

Keep lying Justin. These lies were just getting better and better from him. I rolled my eyes at his remark and I turned over on my side so I didn’t have to see him. 

“You know, you didn’t have to take that bullet for me, but I’m glad you chose to. Guess that means you still have feelings for me.”

I rolled my eyes once more and turned back over onto my back to see him, face-to-face. “Look, I don’t need your lies to make me feel better. And I didn’t do it for you, I did it for my friends.”

“Well, regardless of what you say or think, you did take the bullet for me because you have feelings for me. Both you and I know that {Y/N}, quit lying to yourself.” Justin said, taking a seat on the bed. I moved myself over some to leave some space between him and I. “Why can’t you give us a second chance?”

“Because I don’t believe in second chances, especially not for someone who had the audacity to cheat on me and lie about it when asked. Liars don’t get second chances.”

Justin didn’t respond for almost 15 minutes. I assumed he was still processing everything I just said to him. He was the one who made the mistake with cheating on me. Liars and cheaters don’t get second chances. Although he wasn’t talking and I was happy with that, the silence was getting too uncomfortable for me. 

“Are you going to say something?” I broke the silence. Justin simply shrugged his shoulders, not answering me. I was giving him a reason to talk to me and now he wasn’t going to take it. I couldn’t help but reminisce on the memories we shared together. I spent almost my entire life with him but, he messed that up for us. I wanted him back like crazy but, I wasn’t going to openly admit it. “Fine. since you don’t want to answer that question, what if I told you that I still believed in us?”

That seemed to have caught his attention. He tensed up and turned around to face me. “Really?” he questioned quietly. I nodded my head in confirmation and it seemed to make him a little more happier than he was before.

“I won’t mess this up again, I promise.”

HTGAWM Finale: Jack Falahee Teases Connor’s ‘Tragic’ Arc and a Killer Reveal

By: Rebecca Iannucci / February 23 2017

You may want to pour yourself a little more wine and pop some extra popcorn ahead of tonight’s How to Get Away With Murder Season 3 finale.Over the course of two hours, the ABC drama has a lot of ground to cover, the most pressing issue being the identity of Wes’ killer. And if the final moments of last week’s episode are to be taken at face value, Connor had some role in Wes’ demise — even if he was trying to save the poor kid.Ahead of the season ender (which kicks off at 9/8c), TVLine spoke with Jack Falahee about Connor’s unfortunate visit to Annalise’s house, his unsteady relationship with Oliver and whether Connor really is as indifferent to Wes’ death as he seems.

TVLINE | We saw last week that Connor was at Annalise’s house on the night of the fire, and he may have been involved with Wes’ death somehow. How soon into the finale will we get context for Connor’s role that night?

About halfway through [the first hour], that will be addressed or potentially resolved. Also, people have really been throwing around “involvement with Wes’ death.” But I would throw it out there that maybe, if we reframe this, he’s involved with Wes’ resurrection. He is doing CPR, you know?

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Falling Slowly 11

Pairing: Steve Rodgers x Reader

Warnings: swearing, sass

Word count : 1284

A/N: i hope y’all are ready, as always let me know what you think

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You’ve locked yourself outside of your apartment and there’s a storm rolling in and I pity you so I’ll let you into mine (Jamilton)

There were many things running through Thomas’ head when he saw his neighbor standing in front of his apartment door, yelling into his phone. Thomas’ mind was filled with the sweet images of the relaxing evening ahead of him, the first in many weeks. He had fresh ingredients waiting in his fridge, a playlist on his phone, and candles for a bath before bed. 

A crack of thunder filled the air before Thomas could unlock his door and he turned to face his neighbor just as the man hung up his phone and kicked the still-closed door. He took in a breath. “Hey, do you need help?”

His neighbor sighed and leaned his forehead against the door. “No, it’s fine. I’m locked out of my apartment. One of my friends knows how to pick locks, so I’m just trying to get a hold of him.”

“Right.” Thomas opened his door. There was another crack of thunder. “There’s a storm rolling in. Do you want to sit down or something while waiting for your friend?”

His neighbor looked at him for a moment and then stood up. “Sure. I’m Alex, by the way. Alexander Hamilton.”

“Thomas Jefferson.” He held the door open and let Alex walk in ahead of him. “I was planning on making dinner. Depending on how long you end up staying, I always make too much for one person.”

Alex toed off his shoes and set his bag down, fiddling with the phone in his hand and looking around the apartment. “Dinner sounds great. I’d say I’d provide drinks, but we might have to save that for another time.”

He hung up his coat. “Of course.”

“What are you making?” 

“Some sort of pasta.” Thomas walked into the kitchen and gestured to the breakfast bar for Alex to sit. “I usually let the ingredients guide me.”

Alex snorted. “You let the ingredients guide you? Really?”

He turned toward the fridge. “Hey, I don’t have to let you into my home or offer you food.”

“That’s fair.” Alex’s voice was quieter.

He grabbed the brita pitcher. “Do you want anything to drink? I have water, green juice, coconut water, and some wine if that’s more your speed.”

“Nah, I’m good.” Alex was looking down at his phone. “Thanks though.”

“Not a problem.” He grabbed the tomatoes and spinach from the fridge. “Have you gotten a hold of your friend yet?”

Alex shook his head. “No. He didn’t answer his phone earlier, and Herc said he hadn’t heard from him in a while. He hasn’t read any of my texts so who knows?”

Thomas nodded. “Do you have anyone else you can get a hold of to help?”

“Probably, but I don’t really want to bother them on a Friday night. It’d just end up with me staying at their place while waiting for John.”

He grabbed a pan. “Why don’t you call a locksmith?”

“Why would I pay someone to do what John will do for free?”

“Fair.” He turned on the stove. “Well, I’ve been told my couch is pretty comfortable if you end up not being able to get a hold of your guy.”

Alex smiled, and for the first time Thomas noticed Alex was attractive in that weird way - not conventional by any means, but still managed to catch his eye. “Thanks man, I really appreciate it.”

“Don’t worry about. Just don’t make a habit of it, yeah?”

“Of course.” Alex laughed. “So, Thomas, what do you do?”

“I teach. What about you?”

Alex tapped his fingers on the granite counter top. “I work for Senator George Washington, actually.”

“That’s the guy that twitter is rallying behind, right?”

Alex laughed. “You know it, and you’re looking at the guy responsible.”

“Impressive.”

“I try.”

Before long, Thomas was pouring them both a glass of wine and setting two plates of pasta down. The conversation flowed, each prodding each other for details, and poking holes in opinions that came up. Their voices filled the room, and Thomas couldn’t remember the last time he had been so engaged in a conversation.

“Wait, so you’re telling me you actually had a student send you a dick pic?” Alex’s eyed were bright.

Thomas couldn’t contain the laughter and almost spilled his wine all over himself. “Yes! I assume, and hope, he had meant to send something else - the picture title was random - but oh my god I almost spat my coffee out over the poor freshman I was talking to when I opened it.”

“The freshie probably deserved it.”

“Hey!” Thomas shifted his weight forward. “That’s my student you’re talking about.”

Alex raised his hands. “I’m just saying.”

“Right.”

Alex took another sip of his wine and smirked. “You know, if it had been a dick pic from me it wouldn’t have been an accident.”

Thomas wasn’t successful in stopping himself from spitting the wine all over Alex that time.

Always a Bridesmaid 10/10

So this is the last chapter, I’d like to thank you everyone of you who took the time to read, like and comment - it really meant the world to me. Thank you so so much! I really hope you enjoy the chapter. This and all previous chapters are also available on AO3.

Thanks so much to @mel-loves-all for the beautiful edit and to @almondblossomme for proofing and suggestions!


                                            Chapter 10: My Always

When Felicity pulled into her driveway after a long day at work she couldn’t wait to snuggle up with Oliver for a relaxing evening.  This was the first evening in a while that they would both be home. And while moving Smoak Technologies to Star City was the best idea, it of course came with problems that needed to be solved.

As she walked into the house she pulled the elastic from her hair to de-ponytail. Yum, she could smell something good cooking. “Oliver, honey, where are you?”

“In the kitchen,” he called out.

She wandered into the kitchen and saw him checking the chicken in the oven. As he closed the oven door, she walked over and wrapped her arms around his waist and placed her face against his back, “I miss you,” she mumbled.

Oliver reached around for her, moving her to his front and gave her a kiss that showed her that he felt the same. He pulled back for a moment and then went back in for one small kiss. “I missed you too. How was your day?”

“Long! But so much better now that I’m home with you.” She walked over to take down a wine glass.

“Red or white?” Oliver asked.

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Wings and Starlight Part 2

Hi! This is part 2 of my ACOTAR kids fanfiction! I decided to name it “Wings and Starlight”. I am not entirely sure how long this will be but I hope you enjoy the characters as much as I do! Thank you to all that liked, reblogged and left comments on the first one, you guys really inspired me to continue it! Thank you to @twinklefaerie12 @crazybookladythings @and-re123 @lenamikk-blog @dreamworld-1997 @subtle-glare

If you want to be tagged in future parts, just let me know!


At the sound of the door bell ringing, Rhys grew a roguish grin across his face as he saw his only daughter slightly blush at the impending meeting that was about to happen. “This should be good!” Cassian teased as all three of the brothers stood up at once to go greet the next guest. Everyone in the room could make a good guess who was waiting on the other side of the front door as even Feyre and Mor shared a glance at each other which clearly stated they knew how the three brothers would act around the young boy. Honestly, it was quite cute how his mate and cousin loved the boy as one of their own.

Layla, stepped out of Briana’s embrace, smiling sweetly and suggested “I will get it.”. Rhys knew Layla wanted to greet her best friend, after all, the four friends hadn’t been together for ten months with Rhydian busy in the Illyrian camps training, but his brothers, always the protective uncles, made sure they were the ones who did it. Aidan straightened next to his twin, also clearly enjoying the amusing, blushed face adorned by Layla. He was just as protective over Layla as him but he had a definite soft spot for his friend. His sassy daughter liked to call them “typical territorial fae men” and constantly reminded everyone that they were best friends.

Definitely.

“No, that’s alright. Your Uncles and I will go, you just stay here and catch up with the others,” Rhys suggested to Layla and his smile grew again as she reluctantly nodded and slumped against one of the dining room chairs. She always got annoyed when they did this even when she was, as was Rhydian, total oblivious to what was between them. His family had already started placing bets on whether it was true or not…

He hoped so. He had the biggest bet and would certainly lose the most money if his suspicions were wrong.

Hooking his arms around Cass and Az’s shoulders, Rhys turned from his family sat together round the table and exclaimed, “Come on, let’s not leave the poor boy out in the cold all night.” As they entered the hall, his fae ears could quietly hear Briana and Aidan moving to sit next to Layla at the table, the former re-entering the conversation about Layla’s dress. His daughter truly was as magnificent as her mother. Reaching the door, Cassian and Azriel fixed the fingerless gauntlets which positioned their siphons on top of their hands. Rhys gave them both a quick glance as he opened the wooden door. Rhydian was stood on the lowest step wearing some fine shirt and black, smart trousers, both highlighting his muscular figure.

“Hello Rhydian,”

“Hello High Lord” spoke the young man as he also nodded to his companions.

“No need for such formalities, I have told you before, Rhydian, you can call me Rhys.” To be honest, he liked the boy and after what he did for Layla last year… no, he promised his daughter he would stop fussing over her. Cassian and Azriel straightened and made it visibly known they were trained Illyrian warriors. Giving Rhydian credit, he only slightly gulped and to put him out of his misery Rhys announced, “Let’s go inside, they’re waiting in the dining room.”



Layla circled her finger around her drink glass as Briana finished telling her about an encounter she had in a boutique in Velaris. She lightly laughed at her story, only Briana would be able to trick a star stricken shopkeeper into reducing the clothes prices. However, Layla was only half listening. She just wanted to see Rhydian; she hadn’t seen him in ages. She just wanted her friend. She admired her amazing unique family and realised she would never change it for the entire world. Her twin to the left of her was quietly talking with Varian and Amren, her cousin to the right chatting with Mor opposite her and her mother was just carefully watching Layla. Nesta was at the head of the table next to Amren still unwilling to let anyone else hold court but the space opposite her was empty and left for Rhydian. As she thought about him, the door opened and he walked in.

Layla threw back her chair and reached Rhydian first, outrunning Aidan and Briana and threw her arms around him, releasing a small happy cry, as he picked her up and spun her around. Her family all were grinning at them but she didn’t care, all she cared about was the chestnut-haired boy in her arms. He was tall – much taller than her – and easily scooped her up. “I missed you too my Petite l’etoile” Rhydian chuckled. Petite L’etoile. It was his favourite nickname for her.

Little Star.

Finally pulling out of his embrace, Layla stared into his rich hazel eyes wishing he would never have to leave her alone again. He had stayed for a couple of months after what happened last year but had to leave and return to the Illyrian camp; she hadn’t seen him since.

“You look great Rhy,” Cassian coughed and Layla shot him a glare that would have sent lesser males running. In return, Cassian and Mor both began moaning how hungry they were, competing against each other to see who was hungrier. Layla smiled at Rhydian and then reclaimed the seat she had been perched on. Aidan and Rhydian shared a clap on the back and Briana hugged him tightly before all the family finally sat down for the long-awaited dinner.


With a click of his fingers, Rhys made various dishes appear along the table: Roast chicken, seasoned vegetables and crisp potatoes. No one wasted anytime digging in, even Amren, who to Rhys’ surprise adapted to real food pretty quickly. In Rhys’ opinion, Cassian definitely won the hunger contest, his brother ate like a pig! Minute past with everyone making polite conversation, mostly Layla questioning Rhydian about the Illyrian camps. Rhys was continuing to collaborate with the camp lords maintaining fair equality but occasionally they forgot who was their High Lord…

“So, Rhydian, are you ready for the Rite?” Azriel asked. Both Aidan and Rhydian were entering the vicious contest to be initiated into Illyrian society. While Feyre had almost refused to let their son take part, Aidan announced he wanted to follow in his father and Uncles footsteps and would do no less.  Looking at how Layla and Briana shared a nervous look at each other, he knew they followed Feyre’s sentiment. He understood though. His daughter and niece loved the boys and hated that they would be parted and couldn’t do anything to help them.

“Yes, I believe so, I beat the camp lord’s son in training last week so I am hopeful,” At that, Layla looked up at Rhydian. Picking fights with arrogant camp lord offspring was not a clever idea before the Rite, it just made you higher on the kill list. Rhydian understood Layla’s worried expression and added, “But Aidan and I will battle across the mountain to find each other.” Cassian gave a nod of appreciation as Rhys could remember, quite vividly, the three of them saying something similar.

“Of course, we will brother,” Aidan replied- midway through eating some chicken, “We will be unstoppable.” At that, Layla visibly calmed and continued eating. All the adults smiled, no doubt thinking how much money they had on the bet.

Dinner past quickly and they all retired to the living room, drinking wine. Rhys could tell the four friends wanted to catch up together on their own and apparently so did Nesta. “Why don’t the four of you head out into the city. We can clear everything up here.” A smile appeared on each of their faces and Layla’s magnificent eyes shone with hope. He didn’t want to be over protective of her but… he didn’t enjoy letting her leave late at night to go partying, not after last year. Suddenly, Feyre stroked down his mental shields and he lowered them fully for her.

Come on, don’t go all territorial over her, she is allowed some fun.

I know, I just want to look after her.

And you can, from inside. Go on, she has Aidan and Rhydian and you can see how much the twins want to talk with him. They haven’t seen each other in such a long time.

Fine, my darling.

“Have fun you guys and be careful!” Rhys half joked. With a quick peck on the cheek and a quiet thank you, Layla sauntered off to join her friends. The four of them, linking arms and laughing, left the town house to enjoy Velaris with the moon and stars looking down upon them. Completely inseparable.


That was part 2! What do you think of Rhydian? I can’t wait to get more into his character! Please, please, please leave a comment! It would make my day! Thanks for reading!

Most Secrets Come With A Price

Can be found on AO3 and FF.net, also this chapter under the cut….

Summary: Oliver Queen wants to get his life back in order. He seeks out an old friend, Felicity Smoak, believing she is the one person who can help him. With years passed and both having grown, will spending so much time together forever change their relationship? But not all is as it seems. When secrets, the past, family, and life, all start to unravel before him, can Oliver trust anyone?

Authors Note: Okay so this is my contribution to the Olicity Hiatus Fic-A-Thon on tumblr arranged by @thebookjumper, we will get a prompt each Wednesday from now until Arrow season 6 airs. And I have decided I will convert said prompts into a multichapter fic. SO this is really hard for me, I am a planner! So this has had minimum planning, and should be updated weekly (unless life intervenes) so join me on this crazy ride that I have no idea where it’s going, until I get the prompt each Wednesday :P (also each chapter title will be the prompt)…

Chapter 1: Summer Vacation.

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anonymous asked:

It's really nice to see people who are older than 25 in the fandom :) I'm 16 but I can't see myself becoming any less invested in fictional characters when I'm older lol... Also in general I love the fact that more and more adults are allowing themselves to be more "childish" in a lot of ways. Or maybe I just didn't see it when I was younger. Either way it's somehow reassuring to see adults who don't feel like they have to "act their age"

Hi!

It’s so strange because at work (I have a high responsibility job in surgical care) I am often treated like the ‘baby’ at 29 and often get things mansplained *sigh* too as it is quite a male dominated industry. So I find it so intriguing to be in this forum where suddenly I’m some kind of granny?!

Thank you for saying so and I also agree that it is so reassuring to see many people just continuing to be who they are.

I had this funny thing this weekend where I went to a birthday party and, basically, everyone there was what would be considered a nerd at school. And my husband and I talked about how we had the BEST time because everyone was interesting, had interesting hobbies, NO-ONE talked about work or their flashy new car or whatever stuff we end up talking about with some people who were the ‘popular kids’ at school….. because nerds are actually way more interesting because people with interests are interesting! 

It doesn’t really matter what you are passionate about but I think it is good for everyone to have a few things they really care about and sometimes, if you are an obsessive person like I am, something you can be obsessive about in a healthy way though of course! Then it is fun to share this with others, to take an interest in what interests others, I talked about SPN and my last holiday, others talked to me about their interests in volleyball and politics for example….

And yeah of course this doesn’t die with age, I am so done with this whole ‘by the time you’re 30 you must have a responsible job and make lots of money and have a mortgage then as a woman you must give this up of course so you can spring out some babies and have no interests outside of posting a million pictures of said baby on facebook and drink wine every night in your oh god what did i do with my life stupor’, sorry, personal bad example shining through there.

Like, the important thing is that we all have the choice, I hope most people do and I am sorry for those who don’t, I am so grateful that I do. If someone wants to do the above, that is SO COOL and SO OK, but it isn’t for me right now. I definitely want kids but right now I want to be a big kid and meta about a fictional love story and emotional drama of two brothers, watch some cool movies and earn enough money to go on holiday.

I am so with you, age does NOT take away our interests, only WE do, if we choose to let this happen and I refuse, I think it’s so healthy to be each our own person with our own interests and values! 

Leather Jackets (Chapter 6)

Jimin wakes up to a knock on the door. Besides him, Jungkook is still sleeping. Jimin gets up and walks to the door opening it and he sees Hoseok standing there nervously.

“Hoseok hyung…,” Jimin says. “What are you doing here?”

“I asked Taehyung’s friend Yugyeom where he was and he told me he was at your house,” Hoseok explains. “Can…can I see him?”

Before Jimin can say anything he hears a voice behind him.

“Hyung,”

It’s Taehyung standing there and Hoseok moves past Jimin entering the house and hugs Taehyung.

“I was so worried for you.”

Taehyung doesn’t hug back Hoseok. He just stands there motionless.

“Taehyung, what is up with you?” Hoseok asks. “Aren’t you happy to see me?”

“Of course I am,” Taehyung says. “But…”

“But what?” Hoseok asks.

“I don’t…I don’t think so we should be seeing each other,”

“…..”

Now, even Jungkook is in the living room and he frowns at Hoseok.

“What the fuck is he doing here?”

“Kookie, it’s nothing to worry,” Taehyung says wearily to Jungkook.

Jungkook backs off slightly standing with his arms crossed.

“Tae, listen to me,” Hoseok begins. “Everything that happened yesterday it was all my fault okay. But I promise you I won’t let Yoongi or anyone for that matter hurt you again”

Taehyung looks at Hoseok unsure and then looks away appearing to be close to tears again.

“I can’t hurt Yoongi hyung like that,” Taehyung says. “Seeing you means that Yoongi hyung will be hurt again”

“So, you only care about his feelings now Taehyung?” Hoseok asks. “What about me? What about everything that happened with us?”

“It was all a mistake,” Taehyung says. “A bad mistake…we….we should have stayed away from each other”

Hoseok looks too shocked to even speak before he humorlessly chuckles.

“It was nice of you and Yoongi of course to only think about yourself and not me even for once,” Hoseok says. “Neither of you cared enough to know what do I think about all this”

He continues.

“Typical of Yoongi if you ask me but you…Tae I expected you to think about me for once”

“Hoseok hyung you know I don’t mean it like this,”

“Then, what do you mean Taehyung?” Hoseok asks. “Tell me I’m all ears”

“Hoseok…,”

“Just tell me Taehyung,” Hoseok says. “I hope I at least deserve an explanation after all of this”

“Hoseok…I…I love you,” Taehyung says and he pauses looking down while Hoseok looks shocked.

Taehyung continues.

“I love you and I love Yoongi hyung too and right now I think that is best we stay away from each other. It’s best for all three of us involved,”

Hoseok is still speechless.

“I loved every moment I spent with you Hoseok,” Taehyung says. “Those were the best days of my life”

Taehyung pauses as tears leak from his eyes.

“But…but some things aren’t meant to be,” Taehyung says. “We aren’t meant to be”

Taehyung proceeds to hug Hoseok who is still taken aback and doesn’t return the hug.

“I’ll miss you,” Taehyung says. “I’ll miss you a lot”

“Tae…Taehyung,” Hoseok says.

“Yes?”

“Can…can we kiss once for the last time?” Hoseok asks. “I…I need closure”

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(I see) my future in your eyes (1/?)

Summary: An ensuing saga of cute and adorable married Finn and Rey, starting from the beginning of their marriage.

Rated: T

Warnings: None

Words: 1885

Notes: takes place in the nearish future of the sequel trilogies. 

Also on ao3


Many people dream of their wedding when they’re young - the dress, the flowers, the venue, the groom - and Rey isn’t excluded from this. It had always been her favorite thing to think of, because every time, no matter how different the vision, she was always off Jakku. None of the details mattered, so long as she was with people she loved and loved her in return, and they weren’t on the desolate desert planet where she was forced to grow up.

As she grew older, the snippets of gossip grew dirtier, more mature, and more detailed. People stopped watching their mouths - not they ever worried about it too much before - and Rey started understanding more and more about the world. For example, her wedding night got added into her fantasies of weddings.

However, no matter how many times she envisioned it, dreamt it, planned it, Rey had never thought her wedding night would end with her on the bathroom floor after an extensive round of puking up everything she’d eaten in the past week. In fact, this event had never crossed her mind. Ever. Being sick on the happiest day of her life had never been a question.

Yet, here she is, head hunched over the toilet as Finn - her new husband she should be ravishing instead of puking on - holds her hair and offers soft words of comfort.

“Let it all out,” he’s saying, rubbing circles between her shoulder blades. “It’s okay. I’m here. It’s alright.”

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Almost First Encounters 3

Part 1 / Part 2       

-I’m not sure how many parts there will be of these but I hope you’re enjoying them! I’m taking requests!


It’s been a week since Mirajane’s party. Lucy hasn’t seen nor heard from Natsu since that night. They had a fun time, right? The vibes were there as far as she knew. So, what was wrong? Levy had seen Gajeel twice since then, besides his usual habit of coffee at the shop. Thinking about the situation, Lucy began getting ready for work. Walking to the living room, seeing her best friend eating the leftover Chinese from last night.

“Did you even give him your number?” Levy asked with a mouthful of left-over food.

“Of course, I did, he asked for it,” Lucy said as she attempts a messy bun for the third time.

“I can always ask Gajeel if you’d like,” The small woman suggested as she wiggled her eyebrows.

Rolling her eyes, Lucy says, “No way Lev, I don’t want him involved when he has nothing to do with it in the first place,” finishing her bun, she grabs her purse from the deep brown recliner closest to her room.

“Do you need anything while I’m out?” she asks.

“How about we get some wine and ice cream and binge watch something. Or binge read!” the blunette exclaimed.

Nodding, Lucy leaves their apartment and heads to the store she loved so much. Once there, she sees Mira arriving with Laxus.

“Good morning, Lucy!” Mira says, her perkiness had Lucy a tad more agitated than normal.

Yawning, “Good morning, Mira, Laxus.” Laxus just nods, both knowing they aren’t morning people at all.

The trio walks in and prepares the store as usual. Mira and Laxus get the ingredients for drinks prepared, and Lucy puts away any books that were left out the day before.


Hours pass by before Lucy decides to take her lunch, or going to the store for Levy rather, leaving the shop to the two blondes in the café to “not flirt”.

“I’ll be back in an hour, do either of you need anything?” Lucy calls out as she packs her bag up behind her counter.

“Just some ice, I think! I can pay you when you get back!” Mira says.

Waving her hand at the barista, “No don’t worry about it. Don’t cause too much trouble you two,” Lucy says as she walks out into the fall weather.

She began walking down the street, headphones in as she heads to their marketplace to pick up the items as requested from her friends.

Going to the wine aisle before the frozen section, she browses the shelves to find Levy’s favorite red Moscato.

“where on earth is it.” the blonde whispers to herself, scanning 4 shelves before finding it, then grabbing herself a bottle of pink Moscato in its usual place, putting it into her hand basket. Lucy begins walking to the ice cream section when she felt eyes on her, that felt familiar, but ignored it anyway and continued.

Browsing for Levy and herself, she then felt the presence of another body coming towards, which again, ignoring the feeling until she felt a tap on her shoulder.

Looking over to see who it was, she saw that pink hair in an instant.


“Gajeel! What do I do! I lost her number she probably thinks I hate her!” Natsu said pacing, for the fourth time this week about the situation that occurred after Mira’s party.

“Well, you shouldn’t have been waving it around knowing It was super windy. What’d you expect?” Gajeel said casually, standing in the kitchen eating a microwave burrito.

“I didn’t think it’d take it that fast! What do I do!” Natsu yells this time, in angst.

“Why don’t you just go to the bookstore and see her? Seriously that could solve your problems.” His raven-haired friend said, staying calm.

Natsu just now realizing that. “You’re right!” he then grabs his leather jacket and runs for the beautiful woman’s bookshop.

Barging in the door, making much of a ruckus, “is Lucy here!” he keeps exclaiming,

Mira looks over, breaking her conversation with Laxus, “She just went to the store actually, is everything okay?”

“its fine, just need to find her, thank you!” he says dashing out of the door for the market.

Heading for the store, he can smell a hint of her vanilla and jasmine perfume. Getting closer and closer until he finds her in the ice cream aisle. Observing her, not in a creepy way, as she looks through the many options of sweets. Natsu finally got the courage to talk to her, even if she completely blew him off in the end. Taking a deep breath, he taps her on the shoulder and waits.


Taking her headphones out, almost in awe at the idea that Natsu was standing in front of her after ghosting for a week. She began to blush, not for the sake of this handsome man standing by her, but out of a mini rage, she had boiling inside, which she chose to ignore.

“Oh, hey Natsu.” Lucy said, trying not to just kick him square in the face.

Rubbing the back of his neck, feeling the hostility coming from her, “Let me explain, Luce.”

‘Luce? That’s a first.’ The woman thought to herself, deciding to look up at him to hear his plea.

“When Gajeel and I left I was running around with the paper in my hand and the wind caught it. I couldn’t catch it, I’ve been freaking out all week not knowing how to contact you because I really wanted to see you again and- “Natsu stopped as he saw Lucy began to giggle at him.

“Why didn’t you just come to the shop then?” She questioned.

“See that’s the thing I didn’t even think of that until Gajeel mentioned it, so I went but Mira said you were here. Now here we are.” He says blushing in embarrassment, trying to read her expressions.

Shaking her head before looking back at the selection in front of her, “So what do you want?” She says nonchalantly as if her heart wasn’t skipping a beat a little bit as his onyx eyes bore into her.

“Would you like to go out on a date with me?” The pinkette says, looking like a little boy waiting for a response.

Acting like she’s thinking about it knowing she would say yes, “how about you actually call me this time, and I’ll think about it in the meantime?” she says, trying to somewhat play hard to get.

Nodding with a smile, “I think I can do that,” Natsu says as he pulls his phone out of his pocket and having her put her number in there instead of writing again.

Dialing her number, Lucy hands the phone back to Natsu. “I hope to actually hear from you this time.” She says jokingly with a smile.

Natsu smiles back, “Of course.” Walking away after feeling like he just accomplished the biggest thing in his life.


Lucy stands there, still staring before grabbing herself a sea salt caramel gelato, Levy her blackberry ice cream, and Mira her ice, checking out, then exiting the store. On the walk, back she decides to call Levy.

“Hey Lu!” her best friend says as she picks up the phone.

“Hey Lev, guess who I saw at the store today?” Lucy said with a tad bit of excitement in her voice.

“Natsu” she says laughing.

In shock, she questions her best friend, “how did you know!?”

“I’m at Gajeel’s, Natsu hasn’t shut up about it since he barged in the door,” the blunette says and she goes to another room to get away from his excitement. “Did you get the ice cream and stuff?”

Shaking her head at the idea of Levy being at Gajeel’s with a smile on her face, “Yes I did, blackberry and red Moscato for you, sea salt caramel and pink Moscato for me.” Lucy says, happy that Levy suggested this for them.

“Perfect, you get off at 4, right? I can make dinner?” Levy suggests as well.

Lucy sounding confused to why her friend has been offering to do so much today, “Okay? Sounds good to me. Hey, I’m back at the shop and got ice for Mira I’ll call you when I leave?”

“Have a good rest of the day!” Levy exclaimed ending the call rather drastically.

Not taking into count of her friend’s weird behavior, Lucy reenters her shop and goes for the freezer so her items don’t melt.

“Hey shorty, that pink haired dude came for you while you were out, did he make it to the store?” Laxus asks as he serves Makarov a coffee.

Nodding with a smile, “Yeah, he did.” Returning to her shift behind the counter, it was a slow enough day.


Finally, 4 o’clock rolled around and it was time for Lucy to head home, grabbing her items from the freezer before leaving.

“have a good night you two! Bye Makarov!” Lucy calls out.

“Bye-bye!” the three call out.

Walking home, you could feel the weather turning into fall. No longer hot, a little chilly but not freezing. Lucy was just thankful she brought her cardigan that she technically borrowed from Levy but it’s totally fine.

Going up the stairs, she hears a lot of noise coming from her apartment. Opening her door, she couldn’t believe her eyes.

Levy gets up from her spot on the floor to pull Lucy the rest of the way into their home.

“Look who’s here, Lu!” She says smiling.

Gajeel and Natsu both raise their hands, “Yo!”

Paris in the Fall!

Hubs and I decided to stick with what we know we love.  To celebrate our 25th wedding anniversary we’re going to Paris for a week.  We’ll take a day trip to see chateaux in the Loire Valley (haven’t gotten there before) and do some wine tasting.  Mostly just want to soak in Paris again.  Visit our fave, Rodin Museum, for sure.  Eiffel Tower, of course.  Can’t wait!  (maybe visiting will help me with my long-stalled Paris fic?) :)

Say No To This

ramimaleksgf submitted:

So I thought i’d try my hand at a Say No To This rewrite.
I’m submitting this instead of posting because you’re honestly The Queen™ of rewrites and it needs your approval. 

The roles are switched in some parts but it’s easy to figure out if you just follow the tune of the actual song. Also there are some parts that im super proud of and others that are okay but. It is what it is. 

This starts in Hamilton and Laurens’ cabin type thing during the Winter at Valley Forge. At the beginning John is alone until Alex walks into the room. 

I borrowed a line or two from @byactions , those that i used are underlined. This was only because i loved those lines SO MUCH that i couldn’t think of a laurens/alex rewrite without them. thank you.

This needs a read more but i cant on submit omg

This was absolutely excellent!  Exactly what I imagined for a Hamilton/Laurens rewrite of this song.  Thanks for sharing!

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Just; C.H. 13

“What has gotten you so happy nowadays?” Sherilyn smirks as she wipes the counter of the diner she had gotten a summer job at, an eyebrow quirked at me as I hum along to the radio softly playing through the almost empty diner, fingers tapping along to the tune.

“Can’t I be in a good mood?” I chuckle, flicking a crumb of whatever her way that has been laying to my right since I arrived here. I had been bored out of my mind, occupying myself by harassing Sherilyn at work for the past three hours. “When are you off?”

“Normally your good moods don’t last so long. Haven’t heard your mum in a while, have you?” Now it’s Sherilyn turn to laugh loudly, the towel she’d been wiping the counter with clutched within her fist before I punch her in the arm. “For that matter, no I haven’t. Might have something to do with it.” I shrug my shoulders, grinning at Sherilyn while I shake my head. “In an hour, by the way.”

I hum in response and lift my empty beer glass towards her. “Then fill me up again.”
“I haven’t heard from your tutoring with Luke or Calum in ages. What’s up with that?” Sherilyn states as she slides the now full beer my way, wiping her hands on the dish towel, lingering near my seated frame. The place was empty besides an elderly couple in the back and they were still enjoying their meal so wouldn’t be a bother for a while.

“Tutoring is going fine; I think he can pass if he keeps up the effort. Luke and I actually talked about Calum over a week ago after that night out with the boys.” My pointer finger is slowly dragging along the rim of the glass, eyes cast to the yellowish golden liquid instead of on my mate.
“I didn’t know there was stuff to discuss to begin with. Come on, give me some juice.” Sherilyn suddenly plops onto the counter, upper body resting on her crossed arms as she grins in my direction. I can’t help but reciprocate with a chuckle of my own, leaning back as my hands grip the side of the counter.

“Cal and I might have sort of almost kissed at the club that night, and he saw that. He wanted to know what we were.” I decide to give her the short version, leaving out the doubt and conflict battling within me for the past two weeks.

“And what are you exactly, Y/n?” Sherilyn smirks, batting her eyelashes towards me. “Friends, still.”
I notice the eye roll I’m receiving, everyone in a ten-meter radius probably had seen that one.

“It gets awkward-er. Listen,” I laugh, Sherilyn immediately shutting up as her eyes widen. “Is that possible?” I widen my eyes and slowly nod my head before squeezing my eyes closed.
“Luke forced Calum and I to talk about what’s going on. We didn’t really, uh, talk.”

Sherilyn doesn’t say anything but her eyes are not begging, more like demanding me to continue. “He’s a great kisser. I kind of forgot to pay attention to that the first time we uh – “ I look over my shoulder to the elderly couple to see if they were still preoccupied and I breathe out when I see them laugh to themselves, their plates cleared.

“You’re unbelievable,” Sherilyn laughs, her head shaking vigorously as she fills my beer up again without another word from me, sliding the newly full glass back my way. I grant her with a bright, thankful grin as I bring the glass to my lips.
“So you’re dating now, right?”

“Even if I wanted to, it would never happen. He made it clear he wanted to be my friends and he was the one to stop our make-out because friends don’t do such things… And Calum doesn’t date,” I end the conversation there, shrugging my shoulders as I feel my tongue involuntarily dart out to lick my bottom lip. “You didn’t either, Y/n.” Sherilyn raises her eyebrow, untying her apron from around her waist as she already walks to disappear into the back. “I’ll be out in a second, wait here.”

“Have you heard from Sarah at all lately?” I groan as I make a U-turn, swerving onto the parking lot of my own frat, Sherilyn clinging onto the door handle for dear life.

“I haven’t. But isn’t it always like this? She’s probably busy with a summer fling and we’ll have to comfort her as soon as she’s back here.” Sherilyn sighs, probably rolling her eyes behind her sunglasses as she gets out of my car. Sherilyn wasn’t too off, it happened. On multiple occasions. Sometimes she’d even just crush on some guy in one of her classes at the beginning of the semester and by December she’d be a crying mess because the guy hadn’t noticed her yet.

Sarah was a very romantic and needing person and it sometimes just clashed with Sher and I. Sherilyn did date, she believed there was one true person for everyone, but she still could find herself in my point of not wanting to date anymore because the energy you put in is never the energy you receive.

Sherilyn hadn’t been with anyone in a while after a nasty break up with her former boyfriend Kyle. I wanted to smack that guy’s face in but Sarah had convinced me otherwise right when I was about to pay him a visit.
“It may be horrible for us to think that way, you know.” I breathe, pushing past my front door. I hear collision of pots and pans in the kitchen and make a right turn, motioning Sher to follow me as I see Linda and Rosalee in the kitchen, bickering.

“What’s going on here?” I raise an eyebrow, opening the fridge and pushing a can of coke in Sherilyn’s awaiting hands in the meantime.
“We wanted to throw a party tonight and are trying some cocktails. Rosalee and I just don’t seem to agree.” Linda glares at Rosalee, who reciprocates with an obvious, over exaggerated eye roll.

“Well you definitely don’t need pans for a cocktail.” Sherilyn laughs as she brings the can to her lips, a snort leaving my own as I slide into one of the chairs.
“Oh wise ass shut up. I know that.” Linda wavering the pan in our direction and I grin at Sherilyn who drops right in front of me. “When is this so called party we’re apparently throwing?”

“Tonight, of course. You invite your man toys if you want, although I’m sure they’ll show up anyway.” Rosalee winks at me and I know she’s referring to Calum and Luke and I can’t answer with anything else than a loud, booming laugh. “Bitch.”

“Sher, you can stay if you want. Meg’s out of town for the rest of the week anyway.” Linda points out as she drops the pan back into the cabinet, grabbing two bottles of wine out of the cabinet as she comes back up. “What can we do with this?”

“Make some sangria, that’s wine based if I’m not mistaken. Don’t shoot me if I’m wrong.” I shrug my shoulders, raising to my feet as I nod my head at Sher to follow me. “Well if we’re partying, I’m going for a hot shower. You can lend something of mine, let’s go.” I wave to a snickering Linda and Rosalee as I push Sherilyn in front of me up the stairs.

“To come back to the conversation, we might have been bad friends by not calling her either.” Sherilyn sighs as she reaches the end of the stairs, stopping and turning to her side so I can pass her easily and push myself through my half open bed room door.
“It’s more like I don’t want to interrupt her. I wouldn’t appreciate it if I were on holiday and you’d be phoning me every five minutes.”

“Guess you’re right.” Sherilyn breathes, shaking her head slightly as her head disappears into my closet for an outfit for tonight. “Since when am I not?” I laugh as I throw a towel over my shoulder, phone in hand to text the boys of the plans tonight.

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The party is already in full swing, music blasting from the speakers Rosalee and Linda had dragged out of the basement only an hour prior. I’m still laying on my bed, my dress riled up near my hips as I look at Sherilyn doing her makeup. She’s lightly dabbing lipstick along her lips, puckering them in the mirror before turning towards me.

“Sorry I took so long. Glad you’re still awake though.” Sherilyn chuckles as she perfects her hair, standing to her feet and showing me her finished look, body con dress covering her hips.
“Won’t be long ‘til I – zzzzz.” I fake snoring loudly, chuckling after as I crawl out of my bed and onto my feet. I pull on the flowy part of my dress, waving my hips around a bit to get the creases to lessen and step into my heels.

“Will Ashton be here?” Sherilyn question as I hold her hand while she steps into her heels. I raise my eyebrows, a comical grin on my lips. “I didn’t know you had the hots for our Ash.”
The blush immediately crawls onto her cheeks as she averts her gaze, but not before slapping my biceps, the smack resonating through my room.

“I mean like, I get it. He’s cute. But he’s also a frat boy, you realise that, right?” I chuckle and duck away when she tries to slap me again. When we started college she called me a lunatic for joining one and for immediately crushing on one of them. I realize that there are a lot of comedies and other genres that portray frat house like either a bunch of murderous bitches or guys that sleep with anything that has a heartbeat, but I was sure – and now I of course know – that it isn’t really true. The murderous bitches part at least.

“Don’t be like this, I don’t torture you with Calum either.” Sher rolls her eyes and I scoff hoarsely, shaking my head as I step closer to the door. “I only had to listen to your lame ass jokes for almost two years. But don’t worry, I’ll put in a good word for you.” I wink and I hope she knows I’m sincere. If there’s any guy I know that I’d trust to not completely stomp on my friend’s heart like some craze-dazed elephant, it would’ve been Ashton.

“Do you think they’re here already?” Sherilyn questions as she walks behind me down the stairs, our bodies manoeuvring between people making out or just slumping against the wall. “Probably, it’s almost midnight and I know Michael likes to be drunk before that.” I laugh, pressing my hands against the wall to steady myself, legs wobbling as I take the last step down. I immediately hear Michael’s gibberish laughter and turn to my right, spotting the four boys almost at an instant. “See.”

“Y/n! Finally!” Luke laughs as he throws his arm around my shoulder, hauling me against his chest. “And Sherilyn, of course.” Ashton winks and I can see Sher flutter her eyelids and almost visibly swoon. My gaze lands on Calum, who is already staring at me through his lashes. We hadn’t really had a full conversation since the last time I had seen him, where we had – instead of talking – made out for the majority of the time. Things weren’t awkward, but my hormones were going berserk and I didn’t know how I felt about it either. I had tried to, as every girl does, overanalyse the situation but came up as good as empty handed.

Calum subtlety winks and I can’t help but smile wide and bright, muffling the grin by bringing my hand to my mouth. I throw my arm around Luke’s waist, squeezing him against my much smaller frame, Luke shrieking in response.
“Tell me. How bad is the sangria?

6

Greenbluff adventures!! There are many small farms that have storefronts pretty much within 20 minutes of each other close to where we live. Today’s outing took us to 3 different ones: Harvest House, Walter’s Fruit Ranch, and Mrs. Kalin’s Barn (that one I hadn’t been to before)
We found peaches and pumpkin doughnuts at the first stop. Check out these Cinnamon rolls @justhiitit. They were ginormous!
At the second stop we didn’t find any produce I wanted but my hubby spotted some Cherry Bread Pudding at their cafe so he bought some. He loves bread pudding and I can’t stand the texture so he got to enjoy the entire piece while I sipped a coffee. Of course I did :)
Our final stop was so cool! A huge barn were they hold multiple events. There were oversized lawn games and inside the house each room was filled with gifts, wine, and specialty foods. I really wanted this coffee scoop :) This was a U-pick spot where cherries were only $1 a pound. My hubby hates picking fruit. He always quotes Jim Gaffigan’s comedy bit about it… . But I just smirked while I held the bucket because he actually enjoyed it when he saw how full of fruit the trees were. “It’s like a little fruit hide and seek,” I said :)
It was so much fun and we are really fortunate there are farms like this so close to us ♡

Fuck, I love you

a/n: another request. Hope you guys like it. Also, a little bit of smut, it’s not the best, but please enjoy.

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Sammy and I had been a ‘thing’ for about 4 months now I think? I’ve known Sammy all my life, being neighbors back in Omaha. Growing up next to each other, we became best friends. We would tell each other anything. Like how I had a crush on Evan, or how Sammy lost his virginity freshmen year to one of Emily’s friends he took to prom. Literally everything.

Then he moved out to LA, and I was really popular on youtube, so I ended up moving out there and in with my friend Andrea. So I still saw Sammy and everyone else regularly. Still really good friends with everyone, always hanging out and all kinds of stuff.

But then on New Years, we were all at the boys’ house, of course partying. One drink after another, and another and another I was drunk. And according to Andrea, Sammy and I were all over each other that night, groping, making out, and she said she was pretty sure she could tell Sammy was fingering me in the middle of everyone else. And yeah, I do remember most of this stuff, I was drunk, not completely trashed, ya know?

But in our defense, it was very very crowded, and we didn’t think we’d be caught. So after he fucking fingered me in the middle of the room surrounded by like 50+ people, we snuck off to his room and ended up having sex, at like 11ish, and then after that we did it again at like midnight and then at like 4 in the morning.

Not waking up until like 3 the next afternoon, we talked about it, and we’ve just been basically friends with benefits ever since? Except we’re breaking like every rule of friends with benefits. Like, not actually be friends with the person, when we’ve known each other for years, because that leads to rule number two, no feelings.

And I’d say we were breaking that one, or at least, I think I am. Although we never said we liked each other, it showed. We did stuff normal ‘friends with benefits’ didn’t. Like you’re not supposed to go out on dates, or really hang out, or cuddle or anything like that, just purely sex, yet here Sammy and I are. Going out to dinner, the movies, the beach, always cuddling. Just everything you shouldn’t do when you’re friends with benefits, Sammy and I did.

We just never talked about being exclusive or anything like that. We had fun together, and that’s what it was mostly all about. Neither one of us wanting to tell the other how we truly feel. So yeah, I always questioned if he really liked me or had any feelings towards me, because I think a tiny pinch of me, had developed feelings for him. And I was just afraid to say anything because what if he really didn’t feel the same way? Yeah all our dinners and hanging out and shit, we did that before we started having sex, so maybe he’s just doing it because that’s always been what we do.

So here I was, currently in my bed, at me and Andrea’s place just overthinking it all. She had gone out with some of her friends, leaving me home alone. Not that I minded, I was invited, but I was exhausted and just really wanted to relax, and it was only mid-afternoon.

I decided I should probably do something instead of sleep all day, so I ordered a pizza and did some laundry waiting for it to arrive. When it did, I took the pizza and a bottle of wine to the bathroom, making myself a bath with a bath bomb, turning on the radio and just relaxing. I mean, what’s better than a hot Jacuzzi tub, wine and pizza?

Of course I had my phone and shit, so when Sammy texted me I wasn’t surprised at all. I mean, we were friends and talked all the time, we also just happened to have sex…a lot.

From Wilk: hey babygirl, what are you doing?

To Wilk: just hanging out. Why?

From Wilk: I’m coming over. All the boys are out and I’m bored as hell at home.

To Wilk: okay, well just let yourself in, you know where the key is.

From Wilk: alright, see ya in a few ma (;

I got out of the bath, taking my pizza box to my room, turning on my tv while I got dressed. Throwing on a tank top and some booty shorts Dillon let me have to ‘test out the product’ before he put them out for sale. I had just taken my hair out of it’s bun when I heard my front door open and close.

I heard Sammy’s voice call out “Daddy’s home” as he entered my house.

“in here.” I called out from my room.

“mmmm, damn babygirl.” Sammy spoke from my doorway, causing me to turn around to see his eyes glued to my ass.

“smooth Wilk, such a gentleman.” I laughed, holding my pizza box and raising my brow at him, and then nodding towards my bed.

Sammy smiled, removing his shirt and climbing into bed, only in his joggers, patting the spot next to him with a creepy grin on his face. “come to daddy.” He said, and I couldn’t help but laugh, climbing in next to him.

Sammy immediately pulled me into him as we rested the pizza box on our legs. We ate pizza and watched Netflix, and of course I had my wine, which I let Sammy have some of.

We had just finished the wine and the pizza, Sammy throwing the pizza box on the floor. Focusing back on the movie that was playing. Some romantic comedy Sammy picked out.

And I was trying to actually watch the movie. Cuddling with Sammy and just absentmindedly tracing shapes on his chest, tracing his abs and his v-line. And Sammy was running his hand along my side, giving me goosebumps.

Sammy then turned his head, doing this thing that he knew turned me on. He started by licking my neck, slowly up to my ear, and then he started breathing in my ear, his lips so close I could just barely feel them, and then he would bite them. It was so weird, but him doing this instantly got me a little wet.

I was laying flat on my back now, and Sammy was on his side. Kissing my neck and breathing in my ear, making my breathing uneasy, Sammy slipped his hand into my pants. He started rubbing his finger over my panties, teasing me.

“babygirl, you’re so wet already.” Sammy whispered, making me moan a little. I needed him, so bad. Sammy smirked, slipping his hand into my panties, toying with my folds. Rubbing hard on my clit, making me arch my back and moan out.

“Sammy” I moaned out.

“hmm babygirl?” he hummed on my neck as he slipped two fingers into me without any warning.

“mm fuck.” I breathed out. Little moans coming from me as he curled his fingers up inside me.

Sammy removed his fingers, taking off my shorts, panties, tank top and bra, leaving me completely naked, and removed his joggers and boxers, leaving him naked as well.

He smiled at me as he aligned himself with my dripping opening. I could feel his tip barely in me, teasing me.

“Sammy” I whined, raising my hips.

He leaned down and captured my lips, my hands going to the back of his neck, pulling him closer to me.

Then I felt him push into me, all the way, making me arch my back and moan into the kiss. Sammy smiled and waited, letting me adjust to him. When I relaxed a bit he started to move.

As his tongue explored the depths of my mouth he started moving slowly. Slow and deep, causing me to moan out, and I pulled back from Sammy’s kiss, to moan out.

Sammy’s lips went to my neck, and my hands to his shoulder blades, my nails digging into his shoulder blades at he started to pick up his pace.

“S-Sammy.” I breathed out as he started to thrust faster and harder, my bed squeaking.

“hmm babygirl?” he groaned. His voice was raspy and he pulled up to look at me. Looking in my eyes he smirked, knowing what I wanted.

He started to slam into me, pulling nearly all the way out just to slam back into me. Getting deeper with each thrust. The sound of our skin slapping together, and the wet noise coming from him completely fucking the shit out of me, along with our moans filled the room. I was screaming his name, barely audible over the sound of the headboard hitting the wall.

I felt a warmth growing in my core, and I reached down to toy with my clit. The intense pleasure of Sammy pounding into me, and the pleasure I got from rubbing my clit I was a mess. I clenched around Sammy, causing him to groan out which almost did it for me.

“Sa-Sammy I’m close.” I cried out, arching my back. My legs were shaking as Sammy moaned out, which did it for me. I screamed as I released all over Sammy. Unable to hold on any longer. Sammy was close, I could tell when his thrusts started getting sloppier. His breathing was uneven, and he moaned out, finally reaching his climax and releasing inside me.

Sammy pulled out and collapsed next to me. His eyes were closed and his breathing was uneven.

“fuck” he breathed before continuing. “I love you.” And then his eyes went wide, and my jaw dropped.

He turned and looked at me, panic written all over his face. I was just as shocked as he was, if not more. I mean, my best friend just told me he loves me.

I rolled over, straddling him and caught his lips with mine. He didn’t respond until a few seconds later, probably shocked as to what the hell was going on. I pulled back, resting my forehead against his and smiling at him.

“I love you too Sammy.”