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The Way I’m Looking At You // Jackson Wang

Originally posted by wang-thighs

Pairing: Jackson x Reader

Genre: Smut

Summary//Request: Could you do a smut where Jackson from got7 gets jealous in public and whisks you away to have his way with you😅😅 thanks!

“Babe, what do you think of this?” you asked Jackson as you held up a pleated black skirt in front of him. Jackson’s mouth formed an O shape as he nodded his head and widened his eyes, agreeing with your choice.

“It will go with that cute shirt you bought earlier, right? You look so good in black and white jagiya” he smiled before rubbing his nose right against yours. You giggled at his open displays of affection before putting the skirt in your basket and heading towards the cash register to pay.

Jackson had wanted to take you out on a date today seeing as you both finally had some free time. Proper dates were few and far between these days, so upon asking you if you’d like to go and do some shopping and have a meal afterwards, you didn’t hesitate to say yes. You loved more than anything to walk around in public with your boyfriend, holding his hand and having his arm draped over your shoulders. You were the envy of every woman, and you didn’t care at all because you loved Jackson more than there were stars in the night sky.

“I’m gonna have a look at these socks for Gyeomie, (Y/N). You go ahead and get the skirt, I’ll be right there” Jackson said, hanging back to have a look at some socks for the giant maknae who seemed to go through pairs of socks faster than you did underwear in a week. You gave him a quick thumbs up before meandering over to the till to wait for the clerk to assist you.

“Sorry for making you wait Miss, there’s a shortage of staff today” said a voice to your left a few moments later. You turned around to see a rather tall and handsome looking man, maybe a few years older than you. He smiled warmly, taking his place behind the till.

“Oh don’t worry, I wasn’t waiting long at all. Just this skirt” you said, handing him over the basket. He continued to smile, showing his pearly white teeth that stood out from his darker completion. His hair was slightly pushed back, held in place and ruffled with a lick of gel as he lifted the skirt out and scanned the tag.

“You picked a great skirt! I think this would look amazing on you. You have such a good body – if you don’t mind me saying it” he said, a hint of nervousness in his voice as he did so. You chuckled, taken aback by how forward he was but you were flattered none the less.

“Oh…well, thanks for your compliment. The skirt is really pretty!” You smiled back at him politely while taking Jacksons card out to pay for it.

The clerk bit his lip, his eyes glancing here and there before catching your gaze once more. “I’m sorry if this seems too forward, but I think you’re very beautiful. Would you mind maybe…would you like to exchange numbers?” his voice shook a little, making you blush for what reason you didn’t know. You silently chuckled at his nervous boyish charm, thinking back to the time when Jackson first asked you out. Everyone knew Jackson as “wild and sexy”, full of confidence – which he was. But when it came to you, he was as soft as a kitten -  and when he asked you out he could barely put his words together to form a basic sentence which sent your heart soaring at how much you realised he cared for you.

Just as you were about to give the whole “Oh I’m sorry, I have a boyfriend” speech, you felt an arm snake around your waist, and a firm hand gripping your hip. You shot your head to the side to see none other than your boyfriend, steam almost rising from his head as he clenched his jaw tight at the other man. You then realised that he must have heard the whole conversation. “This will be interesting…” you thought silently, as the clerk looked up to see Jackson at your side, glaring at him.

“Oh…I…” the clerk said, glancing back and forth between you and Jackson as you kept your eyes fixed on the ground. “I didn’t realise she was spoken for. I’m sorry for-“ the clerk began but was quickly cut off by Jackson

“Yeah yeah, you’re sorry for hitting on my girl even though she’s just in here to buy a skirt. This ‘aint no club buddy, don’t come up and annoy women like that. Plus, you’re meant to be working and your flirting with customers? Not very professional, are ya?” Jackson said sternly, throwing down the socks he picked up for Yugyeom on to the counter.

You swallowed hard. You’d never seen Jackson become so jealous of another man before. You lifted your face towards his, only to see him burning his gaze straight into the clerks. The clerk fumbled with the socks, scanning the tag and placing them in the bag with your skirt.

“Uhm…that’s 40,000won altogether…would you like to pay with cash or card?”

Jackson, without even looking at you reached for your hand and snapped the card straight out of it, causing you to flinch a little. “Why is he taking this out on me? It’s not like I asked him to start flirting with me…” you thought as you furrowed your eyebrows at Jackson who was still avoiding your gaze. The clerk took the card and swiped it quickly, letting Jackson type in his pin code before handing it back along with your skirt and Yugyeom’s socks in a bag. Jackson whipped the card and bag out of the clerks hands before pulling you in front of him and walking you towards the stores exit.

“Thank you for shopping with us” the clerk said out of habit, to which Jackson scoffed loudly as he continued walking close behind you. You both walked swiftly in silence towards the parking lot, Jacksons hands firmly placed on you as if he were guarding you from some evil threat. You finally decided to break the silence upon getting into the car.

“Jacks…you’re not mad at me right?” you asked shyly.

Jackson revved the engine before sighing, looking at you straight in your eyes. “No, I’m not mad at you. I just hate the way other guys think they can walk up to you and hit on you like that. You’re mine” he said, a hint of darkness to his voice which you couldn’t help shudder at. He placed his hands on the wheel before taking off in the direction of home.

“Aren’t we getting something to eat?” you said in a small voice.

“Later” Jackson said, not taking his eyes off the road as he pulled on to the street where both of you shared an apartment. Why was he being so cold to you? You understood that he was in a bad mood but you couldn’t read his actions well at all in this moment. You continued to stay quiet as he pulled into the complex parking lot. Upon stopping the car, Jackson got out straight away, grabbing the shopping bag as he did. You quickly jumped out too so he could lock the car, before both of you headed inside your apartment.

You got in, taking your coat and shoes off before walking into the kitchen and leaning up against the countertop. Jackson threw the bag on to the table before sitting down on the chair, his arms crossed over his chest as he stared at his feet. You hated how he was acting. You hated how he was completely ignoring you when none of this was your fault. You thought back to when you were both in front of the clerk; he stood up for you, right? He told the clerk guy to basically back off and that his flirting wasn’t needed nor wanted, so why was he giving you such a cold shoulder now? Jackson sighed and leaned back in the chair, still not even making any attempt to talk to you.

You decided you had enough. “Jackson, I didn’t want to say anything but now I’m just kinda confused. I don’t know what I did wrong, so can you please tell me why you’re acting like this right now?” you blurted out all in one go. Jackson didn’t respond as he sat in the same position as if he never heard you. You let out a frustrated grunt before turning around so you were facing away from him.

“Fine, behave like a child then.” You murmured under your breath, but just loud enough for him to hear as you stared out the kitchen window.

Suddenly, you felt Jacksons presence right behind you, his chest just ghosting over your back. You jumped slightly, before turning around to look at him. His face being inches away from yours and for the first time since leaving the mall, he looked into your eyes. His stare was intense, as if he were trying to look deep into your soul with his sultry, dark eyes. He licked his lips slowly as you began to feel uneasy.

“Jackson…” you whispered, desperate for him to tell you what was on his mind.

“I don’t like it when other guys look at you like the way I’m looking at you right now. I don’t like it when other guys compliment you and tell you that you have a nice body, or that you’re beautiful…only I’m allowed to tell you that.” He said, his voice deep and almost overpowering to your system upon hearing it. You exhaled, putting your hands on his cheeks and giving him a cute smile while cocking your head to the side slightly.

“You know that I only have eyes for you, right? You don’t need to worry about other guys. I don’t want them, I only want and need you. You know that…don’t you?” you asked with sincere eyes. You stood on your tip-toes slightly, just high enough to press your lips onto his, giving him delicate, chaste kisses. Jackson hummed softly, before inhaling sharply as his arms snaked around your body before he began to deepen the kiss. He nibbled on your bottom lip as he placed his hands over your ass, giving it a tight squeeze before massaging it through your jeans. Your breath hitched in your throat as you ran your hands through his soft blonde locks, feeling his shaved undercut tickle the palms of your hands. Jackson backed you up against the counter, pressing his entire weight on you as he rolled his hips into yours. You could feel his member harden against your abdomen as you threw your head back, allowing him access to your neck as he began to litter it with small pink and purple patterns of his teeth and lips.

“Turn around baby” he purred into your ear as he grabbed your shoulders to reposition you. You turned around, your back lingering against his chest before he bent you over on the counter. You felt his hands roam to the top of your jeans, before all of a sudden he was yanking them down your legs and you were stepping out of them. He placed his hands in between your thighs, smoothing them over your soft skin before parting them and cupping your clothed womanhood with his hand. You placed your arms on the cold counter as you started to breathe heavily.

“I haven’t even touched you and you’re already so wet for me” he almost moaned. You suddenly felt embarrassed, knowing that he was staring at you completely bent over, ready and willing for him to take you then and there. He pulled his hand away – much to your disappointment, as you heard him unbuckling his belt and letting his own pants fall to the ground, flicking them away with his foot. Jackson ghosted his hands over your soft mound once more, before hooking his finger around your panties and pulling them to the side as he massaged your soaking folds with his finger. You let out a breathy mewl at the contact as you put your head to the side to look back at him, completely transfixed by you.  He positioned himself at your entrance -  before slamming into you without any warning. You cried out in shock, pain and pleasure as you felt his thick length fill you entirely as he thrust deep within you, pushing you into the counter further and further. He grabbed fistfuls of your hair with his left hand, while his right kept your panties in place to allow him to continue drilling you from behind.  

“You’re mine. No one else’s. Say it for me (Y/N). Say it for me right now” he grunted animalistically as the sounds of his skin slapping against yours filled the room along with your almost sinful moaning and panting.

“I’m yours…all yours and no one elses” you nearly screamed, only further boosting Jackson’s ego as he began ramming himself into you even harder, his thrusting becoming more sporadic as you both raced towards your orgasm.

“Who’s the only man who can fuck you like this? Who’s the only man that can make you scream his name like this?” he said as he gripped your ass cheek while you held on to the counter for dear life as he hit the spot deep inside you that sent you flying over the edge. You screamed his name as you shut your eyes tight and began to see tiny stars, your legs trembling and shaking from your orgasm as you tried to keep yourself upright. Jackson came inside you, not being able to hold back any longer with the feeling of your tight walls contracting around his cock as he filled you to the brim with his white, creamy seed.

He began to slow down, his movements becoming softer as both of you gasped for air while riding out your highs. Jackson grew limp, not even pulling out of you as he rested on your back. You felt him giving you small, damp and open mouthed kisses on your spine, making you smile gently as you reached around to find his hand, which he held immediately.

“Maybe you should get jealous more often…that was….something else” you giggled, teasing him and making him giggle in return.

“Oh you liked it? Maybe I should then, but I might end up breaking you (Y/N)” he panted, still a little out of breath before he gently pulled out of you and helped you off the counter.

“Shower?” you asked as you nuzzled yourself into his body, both of you drenched in sweat as you heard his heartbeat slowly return to normal. He pulled away slightly, smiling down at you and taking your hand in his.

“Shower.” He replied simply, smiling and nodding his head before the both of you made your way into your bathroom to wash up together.

hannigram - an abusive relationship?

Spoiler alert: it’s not. (But it kind of is. I’ll go in depth about that in a moment.)

I wrote this for a conversation I had in twitter, and thought I wouldn’t need to post it here, but since I saw yet another person claiming that hannigram is abusive I thought I’d post this.

People use the term abusive about relationships that are unhealthy (in their opinion), as evindence for why it should not be shipped/supported. The correct definition of abuse is:

“Treating badly or injurously, mistreating, especially psysically.”

And of relationship abuse it is:

“A pattern of abusive and coercive behaviors used to maintain power and control over a former or current intimate partner. Abuse can be emotional, financial, sexual or physical and can include threats, isolation, and intimidation. Abuse tends to escalate over time. When someone uses abuse and violence against a partner, it is always part of a larger pattern of control.”

So according to this it is abusive, I get it. They both try to kill each other multiple times, they manipulate and lead each other on. They don’t sexually abuse each other though, which at least in my opinion is the worst sort of abuse and I couldn’t ship a couple who did that to one another.

The other thing in this description that doesn’t quite match Hannigram is “abuse tends to escalate over time – it is always a part of larger pattern of control”. The mental abuse between them is at it’s worst in S1 where Hannibal manipulates Will into believing he’s a killer - but this is not to show his power over him, it is simply the only way Hannibal can bring Will into his life. Hannibal has after the first half of S2 been ready to drop the manipulation and violence between them as soon as Will does. And I haven’t seen anyone blame Will of being the main abuser, even though it could be argued that it’s solely his fault that the abuse continues.

The reason why Hannigram doesn’t fit the normal description of abuse is because their relationship is meant to be read as symbolic, not as a literal ideal of love. It’s fiction, and it should be treated as such. Fiction is great, because we can explore possibilities and relationships etc. that aren’t possible in real life. Thankfully the majority in this fandom are really intelligent and understand this, and only few people have failed at understanding what the shoe is about. That group still exists, and that’s why I felt the need to post this

What I believe the antis actually mean when they say it’s abusive is not just that it is violent and manipulative, but that “It’s an abuser/abused relationship, Hannibal is evil and Will is innocent, their relationship won’t work and does more bad than good for both of them, or at least for Will”.

Like I said earlier, it’s not a healthy relationship and it’s not one that I literally want for myself or for anyone I care about - but it’s not unbalanced. At least when we reach the end of third season they are certainly equals, there’s no denying it. I understand that some people don’t ship it because it’s too far from an ideal realtionship, and that’s okay, but hating on it and denying the fact that they’re equals who both choose each other in the end is just plain ignorant.

Will has always been alone, always been different. His relationship with Hannibal gets so close so fast because Hannibal is the first person who actually sees him. I’m gonna quote a Hannigram fic here because I think it described their relationship so well. (Will to Hannibal:) “You always wanted me to be the best version of myself when no one else accepted me for what I already was.” Just like Hannibal let Will see him, Will also let Hannibal see him. Hannibal didn’t “make an innocent puppy become a murderer”, he helped him to become what he already had the potential for.

If the antis and/or deniers have only seen season one, I need to admit that I understand them. Will did kind of seem like an innocent dog loving introvert back then if you didn’t pay much attention to details (like how coldly he treats the parents of the missing girl, how he isn’t afraid of human contact but despises it, how his humor is so dark that it often shocks his colleagues and friends and so on. I could make a post about this, if anyone is interested about that let me know). The first season is about Hannibal manipulating everyone into thinking Will is a killer, experimenting on Will and he does seem like a coldhearted psychopath there.

In season two we see Will gaining more power back, him manipulating and even seducing Hannibal. He isn’t afraid to kill a man in the progress, he eats people with Hannibal almost flirtatiously. This is not what an “innocent” man would do, or even what innocent man physically could do. The darkness inside him is becoming more clear, and even he himself admits that even though he wants to, he can’t hate Hannibal.

Will (to Peter): “I envy your hate. Makes it much easier when you know how to feel.”

He still betrays Hannibal in mizumono (even though he does call him at the last minute to warn him). Before I always though it was just because Will was still trying to cling to some sort of morality, but after Hugh’s comments it is obvious that Will was also afraid Hannibal didn’t and/or couldn’t love him the way he loved him, and so he thought it would be dangerous for him to run away with him and trust Hannibal with his life and wellbeing. Here is what Hugh said:

“I think Will has probably in some way never conceived the possibility that Hannibal could be in love. I mean, he’s got such a black heart. The awareness that they have this connection is something Will knows and is probably in some way profoundly ashamed of, and is also, you know, he keeps coming back to and actually kinda fills him with joy as well. But I don’t think he’d ever give it the name love, because I don’t think he’d ever associate love with Hannibal. – He’s never thought of Hannibal as being capable of love. Because like most of us, he probably had love put off on a kind of pedestal, as an idea, a more perfect thing, as he made the awful realisation: ‘Oh crap, maybe this thing I’m feeling is like love.‘”

I think it is clear to everybody at this point that Hannibal loves Will. His love, though, isn’t your typical “murderer obsessed with a beautiful and innocent woman (obviously man in this case)”. Hannibal loves Will because they understand each other, because they share a way of seeing the world, but also because they have interesting conversations and because they share the same sense of himor and have fun together. In a way, it’s just normal love, just deeper and richer since neither of them has ever had a change to explore that kind of love with anyone else before.

So to conclude: if you take it literally, yes, it is abusive, but that doesn’t make it wrong to ship it, by Hannibal standards at least. (The whole show is a little fucked up so if you can’t live with that why are you here?) Also, it has been abusive until this point only because they (well, mostly Will) have still struggled to accept their feelings for each other. Hannibal has only physically hurt Will if he has betrayed his trust or tried to hurt him first. Personally I don’t believe Hannibal would ever hurt Will again if they were to be a real couple. He also stopped the mindgames and manipulation as early as when Will got out of prison, knowing what he was. And Will has hurt and betrayed Hannibal mostly because of the reasons I stated earlier, because he thought it was the only way to save himself. If they stopped their game of cat and mouse (a game of cat and mouse where the roles change from time to time, or maybe even better description would be a game of cat and cat like Bryan called it) I wholeheartedly believe that they could live in a relationship where neither of them abuses the other.

Like Bryan once said, the core of their relationship is that:

“They had imagined they were unique before they saw each other. Obviously it took Will longer to appreciate that because he didn’t quite realize what he was dealing with in Hannibal, but Hannibal sees it instantly. It’s two people who have never been - I mean Will probably wears it heavier - but still, essentially alone in the world and then see some kind of, maybe not mirror image but the other side of their coin.”

And like Hugh said:

“In a sense the two of them have been wandering the Earth, totally isolated, because they have such a specific and elevated mentality. Not identical, but it is as if not only are you the greatest chess player on the planet, you’re actually the only person on the planet that can play chess. And then suddenly you walk into a roon one day and there’s a guy playing chess. I think that’s how they feel about each other.”

If you leave out the murder and cannibalism and manipulation, Hannigram is about two people who are different than anyone else finding love in each other. Their relationship evolves slowly from friends to lovers, and even though they try to move on neither of them can because they share something so intimate. So in its own, weird and symbolic way, i think Hannibal and Will’s relationship is build on a much better base and is possibly even healthier than many other ships and canon couples out there.


Originally posted by mvssmedia

> Kim Taehyung

Summary: Why is your neighbour so attractive? 

Genre: fluff, humor, neighbour!au

Word count: shortie (1k)

masterlist - second pt

A/n: i’ve just survived blackout with 4% on my phone *sounds of applause

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anonymous asked:

as much as i love shy!luffy, given his role models and how he was raised i think it would be way more likely for him to absolutely shameless. like i can imagine him casually discussing what law is like in bed with robin and nami while law's blushing bright red besides him.

yo yes deffo, for me he’s either 100% no filter or 100% awkwardly embarrassed bc he’s not used to it

at the dining table for breakfast he’ll just start going off, very very loudly, about ‘man last night was FUN’ and everyone else is slightly more prude than luffy so they’re all finding it a little tense to respond, especially w/ the surgeon of death half-blushing half-glaring at the entire room. 

‘we…we know, luffy’ zoro sighs, trying to placate his captain, awkwardly pushing his food around his plate. luffy gestures wildly and grabs law’s arm as he chirps; ‘man my wrists hurt though’, you meanie, don’t tie it so tight next time torao’, ‘guys you should have seen the look on torao’s face when i -’ ‘mugiwara-ya…’ ‘oh, torao is getting angry? are you gonna spank me agai-’ ‘MUGIWARA-YA’

 robin just giggles sagely. ‘ufufu, i trust you took good care of him, torao-kun?’ and law pauses. ‘…luffy-ya seemed satisfied.’ he finally manages, before realising his GRAVE ERROR.

there is a very brief moment of very tense silence as knives and forks clatter onto plates, dropped in surprise. 

luffy-ya?’ sanji repeats, barely suppressing a smirk .

LUFFY-YA?!’ zoro sputters, face reddening at the development in name-calling. this is too much for him.

‘oh my, how lovely that you’ve progressed to a first-name basis, torao-kun.’ robin replies calmly, the only one completely unfazed by this. 

‘that’s nothing! you should have heard the way i was moaning his name last-’ law quickly smacks a hand over luffy’s perpetually-running mouth, but this last bit of information is enough to send zoro, nami and usopp over the edge, flailing, blushing, and simultaneously yelling ‘that’s it i need to go’

anonymous asked:

I really hate when Scott Stans are like "Scott had to force Derek to bite Gerad, what else should he have done" or "It's okay that Scott told Derek his family probably deserved to die" and I'm just sitting here, totally baffled because in what universe is any of these things okay

The second one I think is actually excusable only in the following circumstances: 

1. That the writers show Scott is an immature, selfish, scared teen. 

2. That Scott realises he has been an immature, selfish, scared teen. 

The first one though? Nope. Not at all. 

Having said that, I’m all for Scott making those hideous mistakes, if he (and the writers) man up and admit they’re so very, very wrong. The problem is, they don’t. We’re expected to just go “Oh, well, Scott’s a good guy so it’s probably excusable”. But how many times can we do that before actually thinking, “You know, maybe Scott’s not such a good guy”?

The problem isn’t that Scott does these things. It’s that they’re never presented as negative things within the context of the show. Which is why after Stiles killed Donovan and he and Scott yelled it out in the rain, I think a whole lot of us sat back and nodded, and went “Yeah, that’s been a long time coming, Scotty boy.” 

If the show had attempted to frame Scott’s actions more honestly from the beginning, I wouldn’t dislike him so much now. Because based on his past actions, Scott doesn’t have the moral high ground, and until he acknowledges that than he is nothing more than a hypocrite. 

Continuation of this fluffy fic for Annabeth’s 23rd birthday; Just demigods being dorks. I laughed a lot while writing this, I hope you enjoy reading it!

“I always knew you were his favourite,” Clarisse growled. “It’s so obvious.”

Annabeth laughed. “What are you talking about?”

“Come on!” Clarisse waved a hand at the dining pavilion, which was decorated with a huge Happy Birthday banner and far too many blue and silver balloons. “Who else would Chiron extend the curfew for?”

It was the early hours of the morning, and while Chiron had sent all the younger campers to their cabins he’d given his blessing for the party to continue on with just Annabeth’s special guests - which was really more than enough. With ex campers from both Camp Half Blood and Camp Jupiter in attendance, Percy had done a great job of completely blowing Annabeth’s no fuss birthday request.

She blew a stream of air out from between her pursed lips. “Well, technically, none of us are really campers anymore -”

“You Athena kids and your technicalities,” Clarisse snarled, but there was no menace in it.  “Just admit you’re the golden child and get it over with.”

Thankfully, Chris asked Clarisse to dance before she could get properly annoyed with Annabeth, who was too busy laughing to respond to the accusation.

Just as the Ares camper left, Frank stepped in to take her place. “Golden child, huh?”

Annabeth smiled at him, softer than the smile she’d given Clarisse. “Apparently.”

Grover snuck in between them, chewing on his plastic cup. He bleated a laugh. “I can believe it.”

She narrowed her eyes at him over the rim of her cup. “You can?”

“Yeah.” He smiled at her. “You’ve been practically running this place since you were seven. And look at all these people who travelled to celebrate with you…”

Annabeth swept her gaze out over the pavilion, which was packed with all of her demigod friends - people she’d grown up with at the camp, people who had quested with her and fought by her side, people whom she loved. And at the centre of it all, Percy, blue icing smeared across his chin from where Piper had just mushed her piece of cake into his face.

“I don’t think any of these people consider me to be the golden child of camp, though. That honour probably goes to Percy.”

“Eh.” Frank shrugged. “Everyone knows that you two are a package deal, anyway.”

She watched her boyfriend chase after Piper with a cup of blue soda as she shrieked, “No powers, no powers!”

“I don’t need powers to pour this over your head, McLean!” Percy shouted, scaling a table and spilling soda on Calypso’s shoulder as he went. “Sorry!”

Annabeth laughed. “Lucky me.”

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Corporate Affairs (Harry styles imagine)

From the day i opted to take a business degree at Manchester University my parents have constantly been putting pressure on me. “You’ll never get a job with a business degree Y/N” they would constantly nag down my ear.  

So when i received a call from Styles’ Enterprise informing me that i had been successful with my interview and the job as a PA (personal assistant for whom i’m not sure) was all mine i was absolutely delighted. My parents were happy and I was happy. But there was also a certain someone else who was also very excited for the opportunity I had been faced with.


“Are you ready for today?” my older sister Jessica beamed down the phone. “Yes Jessica!” I smiled to myself whilst standing in front of Styles’ Enterprise. “Babe, that snapchat you sent me this morning. Mr Styles’ is going to be blown off his feet girllll!” she giggled causing me to psychically cringe. “Yeah well i’m probably not even going to see the one and only Harry Styles Jess. He’s a busy man, he probably hasn’t even spared me a thought or checked my CV.” “Babe, of course he knows who you are! He doesn’t let anyone roam into his office you know! Believe me, i have tried” she giggled causing a laugh to erupt from my rib cage. “Anyway, i best be off, just arrived at work hunny. But knock em dead! I’ll see you at home later to find out all the goss. Peace out little one!” “Yeah bye sis…” i replied as i tapped the red button on my phone screen.


The elevator ride up to the main floor was long and tedious. My hands were beginning to shake and i wasn’t sure whether the rice krispies i had eaten no longer than an hour ago had actually settled. BING! I stepped out of the lift and was greeted by the hustle and bustle of this large business.

People were walking everywhere. Some people were on their phones whilst others were nose deep into newspapers, absentmindedly walking all over the place. It was absolute chaos. Barging past people i managed to dodge the strips of desks and oblivious soon to be co workers only to be greeted by an empty reception outside  Mr Styles’ office. This was bizarre. The email i had been sent through clearly indicated for me to go to the desk which was outside the big gaffas door. Yet here i am staring at an empty desk.  

I pressed the small bell on the side only to be ignored. No surprise there then. Growing angrier and angrier i started to stare around at my surroundings. I was beginning to wonder whether this whole thing was some sort of sick joke. Just as i was about to turn away and go home the door to Mr Styles’ office clicked open and out walked the man himself.

Now whenever Jessica rambled on about this guy i never believed her. I mean, nobody could possibly be more attractive than Channing Tatum right? So i thought. The chiseled jaw, long curly locks and pink pouted lips were enough to bring any female to her knees.  

“Can i help you Miss?” a stern husky voice spoke. “Um, oh yes. Sorry. I’ve just been given a job here, it’s my first day and in the email i was told to come to reception outside your office but um, clearly there’s nobody here” i spoke, trying to hide the nervous crack in my voice. “Ah yes. You must be Y/N” the older man replied whilst offering his hand out to shake, which i of course gladly accepted. “Do come inside” Mr Styles spoke as he disappeared back into his office, me trudging along after him like a lost puppy. “Take a seat Y/N.” The plush leather felt comfy on my exposed thighs. This skirt really was shorter than i originally thought.

“So, first things first. Welcome to Styles’ enterprise. And sorry for the lack of assistance. My PA went AWOL meaning that i needed a new one as soon as possible. It’s a good job you were available so quickly” the dark haired man added as he gathered various files together. “Um, sorry Mr Styles but what do you mean?” “You being my new PA?” he replied, as though it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Your PA?” I asked. “Yes. Is that a problem Y/N.” “Oh no, not at all Mr Styles. I just didn’t realise i was going to be the main bosses PA that’s all!” I smiled in a desperate attempt to ease the tension. “Well yes Miss Y/L/N, that’s what I’m going to be paying you for” he spoke sternly whilst walking out of the office door, me following behind.  

“This is your desk. This is your computer. Please do make yourself at home” Mr Styles spoke as he pulled the chair out for me. I hesitantly sat down and swiveled around to face the computer. “This is the on button Y/N” he mumbled leaning over me, his face now dangerously close to mine. “Your password is your date of birth and mother’s maiden name.” His thin fingers decorated in platinum rings caressed the keyboard as he logged on. It was then that I noticed something. A simple, yet symbolic cross adorned his left hand. Not what you would expect a wild, easy going entrepreneur to be inked with that’s for sure.

“There” he bellowed, breaking me out of my trance. “So here is the section for emails. This is where I will contact you with work and instructions. You mainly greet guests for me at this reception, take calls, arrange meetings, and print letters. Your phone has me on speed dial. You just have to ring hash twenty and I will answer. Please only ring me in a meeting if it’s an emergency.” I nodded. “Now then” he stood suddenly becoming aware of his close proximity. He smoothed out his Saint Laurent suit, something I feel he only does when he is nervous.  

“I have a meeting out of town for the rest of the afternoon so use this opportunity to get a feel for the place whilst im out. I’ll email you my mobile number, don’t hesitate to call me if you have any problems.” He entered his office and soon appeared wearing a beige mac. “I’ll see you tomorrow at 9AM sharpish. It was a pleasure meeting you Miss Y/L/N” he complimented kissing my cheek. “Likewise Mr Styles” I smiled, trying to ignore the blush that was creeping onto my face. Before I knew it he was gone and I was left to soak up my surroundings. This job was going to be a challenge.


“So, what was he like?” Jessica shouted from the kitchen. “Yeah he was nice” I replied to occupied with the latest twitter feeds. “Just nice?” she asked, confused by my lack of enthusiasm. “Well he wasn’t really friendly but he wasn’t exactly nasty either” “Right…” she paused. “He did kiss me on the cheek when he left?” “HE DID WHAT?” she shouted. Her figure had soon made its way into the living room, spatula in hand. “He kissed you on the cheek?” she asked. “Well yeah. He was showing me how the computer worked and stuff. Then he said he had a meeting and he would be out all day. He said it was a pleasure meeting me and then he kissed my cheek.” “No fucking way! Wait until I tell everyone at work about this! I didn’t expect him to be that friendly!” she shouted whilst running back to the eggs that were now sizzling in the frying pan. “Yeah it was odd” I dully replied.  

The chime of my iphone text tone soon went off catching mine and Jessica’s attention. “Oooooh, ey up, who’s the lucky man.” “Its Mr Styles” I replied, the confusion apparent in my voice. “OH MY GOD WHAT DOES HE WANT NOW?!” she practically screamed. “Evening Y/N. Mr Styles here, but please feel free to call me Harry. Just to inform you, please dress smartly tomorrow as I will be taking you for dinner after your shift. I like to get to know my employees and the best way to do it is over dinner. My driver will take us and your meal shall be paid for courtesy of me. I look forward to spending time with you. H x” I finished. “Y/N. What the fuck. It’s day two and he’s already kissing you on the cheek and taking you out for dinner. And your on first name terms! AND HE SENT A KISS!” Jessica screeched. “He’s just being friendly. He said he likes to get to know his employees” I justified. “Bullshit. He employs over 1000 people. I doubt he’s taken all of them out for meals! He totally wants you. Oh my god this is so exciting! Why aren’t you excited!” “Because we could be getting our hopes up for absolutely nothing?” “Oh darling I highly doubt it, he wants you, it’s easy to see!” Jessica giggled poking her head through the door. I laughed back, a blush creeping onto my cheeks. I rapidly tapped a reply on my phone screen and hit send. It read:

Hi Harry. You really don’t have to treat me to a meal, but I will gladly except if you insist. See you tomorrow. Y/N x

Hello guys! Sorry ive been inactive lately, life has just been so hectic, its absolute madness! But im back. Ive written this as a little taster to a piece of fiction i might start, similar to daddy’s little kitten but obviously a different story line. However, i will only carry it on if i get a good feedback. So please, like if you read and send me feedback in my ask box. You can also send suggestions for where you would like this to go.

For anyone who sent me a request a while back. I still have then and i will get around to writing them sometime this week. I am being graced with Christmas break thankfully. Also, if you do have a request then please message me in my ask box. I love you all and thankyou for remaining patient. 1D may just be beginning their break, but my tumblr break is well and truly over. See what i did there ;) Thanks guys, love you all! All the love K x

Finally - Suho Scenario

Suho Scenario/One Shot (Fluff) (I didn’t proof read it)

It was a normal routine you had every day, over and over again. You would go to school tired after staying up way past a healthy hour to sleep but definitely too lazy to even sleep. That left you only with bad effects on your body and mind.

Every time you took the bus whether it be going to school or coming back you would, usually when you are about to reach your destination, have fluttery eyes that would do nothing rather than turn off your mind and let you sleep. And you would have to do so much your best to even stay awake, often looking around if someone noticed your sleepy self.

And today was no exception, however this time you managed to stay awake very very well. 

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anonymous asked:

That last update was so beautiful but I'm actually screaming rn cause I was 100% ready for them to kiss on the floor AND THEY DIDN'T OH MAN I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

AAH that would have been very sweet :D but Nick is definitely not ready for a kiss yet! He’s only just realising he has romantic feelings for Charlie :) I’m sure there will be floor kisses in the future though :’)


Request by Anon #120

Tony: Speech! Speech! I wanna make a speech about the soon to be newly-weds!
Y/N: *laughs* This should be good. Tony is so drunk right now!
Steve: It will be interesting.
Tony: I just want to say congrats to the better man. Steve Rogers. You proved to be more of a man than I ever could. You actually told Y/N you were in love with her.
Steve: What is he talking about?
Y/N: I have no idea.
Tony: I mean I fell in love with Y/N a long time go, but I never had the guts to tell her. She always deserved someone better than me and look she got someone! The super soldier! Captain America!
Y/N: Tony…stop.
Tony: Y/N, if I was speaking directly to you right now I’d say…Don’t marry Cap, I mean yeah he is great and all patriotic but we could be so much better.
Steve: Tony get stop now before I make you stop.
Y/N: Steve, I’ll deal with it.
Tony: But I know how much you two love each other, so even though it kills me to say this I hope you have a lifetime of happiness with each other. I just wish I realised how great you were Y/N before someone else saw it.
Y/N: Oh Tony…
Tony: I’m going to head home now, see you at the wedding! *walks out*
Steve: I’m going to kill him.
Y/N: Don’t Steve, he’s hurting enough…let’s just enjoy our party.
Steve: Okay *kisses you*

The most handsome man that Arthur had ever seen in real life was walking right towards him. Walking right towards him and smiling. Arthur could feel himself ‘twittering‘, as his mother would say: blinking rapidly, hands fluttering, eyes darting around, not knowing if he was supposed to be making eye contact with this man who was very obviously aiming right for him. Eventually the man drew so close that Arthur had no choice but to look up at him.

How was it possible to be that handsome outside of a TV screen? Just the right amount of tall, neat blonde hair with a handsome sweeping fringe and a little cowlick for character, clean-cut just the way Arthur liked it, blue blue eyes that would need a whole half hour on their own if Arthur was going to describe the man properly, and glasses for that little extra touch. Plus, there was that very smart black suit, clearly business attire but fitted much better than work clothes had any right to look.

The man stopped right in front of him, making them both pause on the busy London pavement.

“Excuse me, have you seen any aliens around recently?”

And with that, Arthur was furious.

How dare this man make him lose his head over someone who was clearly deranged! He’d made Arthur look foolish, and he probably knew exactly what he’d done. Arthur’s eyebrows sank into a stormy scowl.

“No,” he said, sharply. “Please excuse me.”

He tried to walk around the stranger, but the man grabbed his arm.

“Okay, well, what about not recently?” the man continued, his American accent striking Arthur now that the initial shock of the ‘alien’ comment was out of the way. “Have you ever seen any aliens? Have you ever just communicated with them? Or what about, like, government agencies or secret societies or something like that? Are you a member of any underground groups or have you had any dealings with them in the past?”

Arthur stared at the man and wondered whether he should start screaming for help, or whether the man was insane enough to let him go without a fuss.

“Sorry, no. Look, I really must be going.”

He tugged hard, yanking his arm out of the man’s grip, and started to speed-walk away.

But, naturally, because it was turning out to be one of ‘those’” days, the man followed him.

“Okay, no aliens or secret government conspiracies,” he continued. “What about…Hey, what about ‘magic.’ You believe in that, right?”

“Excuse me?!” Arthur said, quickly cursing himself for answering the man and giving him another opening. “And what makes you say that?”

“U-uh…Ah…Oh, ‘cause you’re British!”

Arthur would have whirled around to confront the man about that, but didn’t want to give him an opening to grab him again.

“I’m English,” Arthur snapped, storming along the pavement and doing his best to avoid watching the stranger in his peripheral vision. “And just because I’m English doesn’t mean I have to believe in magic.”

“But…you do, though, right?” the man persisted, and Arthur could hear the grin on his face. “Please don’t tell me you’re really as boring as your life looks.”

“And what do you know? …Have you been following me?!”

The realisation hit suddenly and Arthur felt genuinely scared for the first time since the man had approached him. Although he didn’t know why someone obsessed with aliens and magic would be following him, if the man was crazy there was probably no rhyme or reason to his actions anyway. Arthur’s eyes darted round the crowded street as he looked for the nearest police officer.

No! No! Definitely not!” the stranger exclaimed, trying to reassure him. “No, I’m just…doing a survey? Why don’t you come with me to that Starbucks over there and we can complete the questionnaire.”

“I don’t think so. Good morning” Arthur snapped, making a beeline towards the police officer on horseback at the end of the street.

“All right, I can tell you’re smarter than that. You’re right, I’m not doing a questionnaire. It’s just…you wouldn’t believe me if I told you the truth. I swear I’m not gonna hurt you and it’s really, really important! I just need, like, five minutes of your time!”

Arthur slowed down, gazing wistfully at the police officer a few yards ahead. He didn’t know why, but he felt like he should at least give the blond stranger one more chance.

He turned round and confronted the American. “I’ll give you five seconds, as long as you can show me some ID.”

The man beamed at him, and quickly dug into an inner pocket of his suit jacket to produce a small black wallet. He flipped it open and held it up for Arthur to read. “See?”

“F.B.I…” Arthur read aloud. The man glanced at the ID as if to confirm what it said, and grinned, nodding enthusiastically. “It says ‘Federal Boob Inspector,’” Arthur continued.

“What?!” the man cried, holding the ID in front of him, frowning at it and flipping it round to check the back. “This must be broken.”

“…It’s a piece of paper.”

“No, it’s actually a…Look, I’m sorry this has gone so bad. I swear, I’m totally legit.”

“Yes, you’re doing a splendid job of proving it,” said Arthur, beginning to turn away. But once more, the man grabbed his arm, and Arthur watched as the police officer trotted away to the other end of the street.

“Come on, if I were really crazy or trying to trick you or something, would I be making such a mess of it?” the American pleaded. “I’d have a proper fake F.B.I. badge and I wouldn’t be talking about aliens right off the bat.”

“So if you’re not crazy or trying to trick me, what are you trying to accomplish here? Apart from wasting my time, of course,” Arthur countered, spinning around to confront the man once more. This was honestly his last chance, Arthur decided.

“I’m just doing my thing!” the man said, almost whining, raising his eyes skyward and flapping his hands desperately as if Arthur were the exasperating one in this situation.

“And what is that, exactly?” Arthur asked. “You asked me if I’d seen any aliens, showed me a fake badge…I’m sorry if I haven’t the foggiest idea what you’re trying to accomplish here, but I assure you I’m not going to play along anymore.”

“Look, you are not gonna believe me right now, but I’ll just tell you because this is gonna be important later.”

The man spoke with so much conviction, such honesty on his face and surety in his voice, that Arthur’s eyes widened and he went silent, waiting for more.

“I’m a Time Lord. I’m an alien from another planet, I can travel across all of time and space, and my ship brought me to you because it thinks you’re special. I’m just trying to figure out why, that’s all. Either you can help me do something big, or you’re a key to an important event, I don’t know. I just wanted to look out for you, because if you really are special, then you’ll probably need my help eventually. I mean, I don’t wanna scare you but…well, ‘special’ in my world usually means you’ll have a lot of people chasing you at some point. Anyway, it seems you’re okay for now, but if you ever need me, just give me a call. I’m right here if you need me.”

He opened up his wallet again and pulled out a little white card with a few numbers scrawled in blue pen.

“I promise I’m a good guy,” the man said with an offertory smile, watching as Arthur slowly took the white card in both hands, staring at it dumbfounded. “I know I sound like a crazy person, but eventually you’ll run into a situation where I suddenly seem totally sane.” Arthur looked up at him with wide-eyes. “Uh, I guess that doesn’t sound too reassuring. But don’t worry, everything will totally be fine. We might have a bitof work getting you to do…whatever it is that makes you so special. But we can do it!”

Arthur kept staring, not knowing whether he should nod or call for help or ask questions or believe. Even if he’d known what to do, his body probably wouldn’t have been able to function anyway, as it seemed paralysed by the weight of stupendous tale the man was spinning for him.

“Aaaanyway…” the man said, his smile fading as Arthur clearly didn’t react the way he had hoped. “Um, I guess I’ll get going for now. Just remember to call if something weird happens, even the tiniest thing. You never know how these things’ll start. So…see you later, Arthur.”

The man in black turned away and it was only when a crowd of tourists swam in front of Arthur’s vision that he came back to himself. “Wait!”

The crowd cleared and the stranger was still there, smiling excitedly in Arthur’s direction. “Yeah?”

“You know my name. You have been following me!”

The man shrugged, a sheepish smile gracing his face as he scratched the beck of his neck. He looked incredibly young, and Arthur would have assumed this was all some university student prank…if there weren’t just something about the stranger that made Arthur so expectant for all this to come true.

“Well, I like to think that with time travel it’s not really ‘following.’ It’s more like ‘checking in.’”

“It’s following. Probably ‘stalking,’ in fact,” Arthur corrected him.

The man laughed, but it wasn’t creepy or malicious – and despite all the bizarre implications of the man knowing his name and claiming to be watching him via time travel, Arthur didn’t feel scared or threatened.

“Do ‘Time Lords’ have names?” he asked, stressing the words to show he still wasn’t buying the whole charade.

The man in black nodded, smiling brightly. “Well, technically I’m called ‘The Hero’ but since that doesn’t really fly with most people, I usually just go by Alfred. Alfred F. Jones.”

Another chattering crowd passed between them, heading off to the Natural History Museum at the end of the road, and Arthur craned his neck to see round them. But when they had all gone, so had the stranger. “Alfred.” He was nowhere to be seen, disappearing as suddenly as he’d burst in a few minutes ago.

He’d certainly given Arthur a lot to think about. But as Arthur walked away, heading back en route to work, he found that he wasn’t so much keeping an eye out for this deluded American stalking him from the alleyways – but rather for aliens or fairies hiding in the shadows.

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ourneverendingpossibilities  asked:

Hey! It's my first time requesting from you guys! so let's hope it gets in! Can I please get a scenario where Kasamatsu and s/o get into a fight over him being insecure/jealous of another guy and the s/o feels like he sees her as weak even though she's tough? Happy ending or not, I'd like to see what you come up with!

KASAMATSU ANGST ASDFGHJKL. Ok but seriously, JUST TALK THINGS THROUGH. So many fights in relationships happen because of misunderstandings and pride. -Admin Fyre

It was a fight over a stupid thing, really.

It started when Kasamatsu saw another boy talking to you when you were waiting for him at the gym after school, for basketball practice to end so that the two of you could go on that movie date.

He didn’t realise he’d stopped mid-sentence, staring at you and the other boy, talking with a friendliness that he didn’t appreciate.

Kobori was saying something next to him, but Kasamatsu barely heard him - especially when the boy reached out and took - took, not asked for - your phone, inputting a number and handing it back to you with a winning smile.


“What?” He snapped, a bit more harshly than he intended, and Kise took a step back, looking slightly hurt. “U-uh…we finished our drills already, and club activities are over, s-so…”

Kasamatsu saw the rest of his team standing behind the blond ace, all with varying expressions of confusion and…sympathy?

It took him a moment to realise that they’d all seen what had happened, and somehow that revelation hurt him, a blow to his pride.

“…You’re all dismissed. Good work today.”

The commotion of everyone leaving caught your attention, and you turned back towards the gym, smiling at Kasamatsu. The other boy was nowhere in sight, and Kasamatsu steeled himself as he came up to you.

“Who was that guy?” he demanded.

“Hm? Oh, the guy just now?” You shrugged, nonchalant and oblivious to Kasamatsu’s glare. “Some guy from the football team. He was asking why I always came to the gym after school, so I told him I was waiting for you.”

Kasamatsu grunted. “And what’d he say?”

“He left me his number.”

Kasamatsu’s eyes narrowed, eyes filled with dark blue fire. “Even though he knew you had a boyfriend?”

You blinked. “Well, if he wants to try his dumb luck picking up a girl who has a boyfriend like you already, that’s up to him. What’s this all about?”

This is about me not being able to even stop other people from flirting with you. This is about you being taken away from me so easily, just like that. This is about me not being good enough. “I just want to be able to protect you, that’s all. If anything ever happens.”

That sounded lame, even to him.

You crossed your arms. “I can handle myself, you know.”

“If by “handling yourself” you mean not doing anything when other guys try to chat you up while I’m standing right there, then you’re doing a poor job of it,” Kasamatsu retorted.

It was bad enough that he’d always been insecure about relationships. There were always better looking people out there, people who were more capable, people who were kinder. When you’d first chosen him, he’d been relieved that you returned his feelings.

Now, seeing you give the same smile that you gave him when it was just the two of you, to some other guy, made his heart hurt. All he wanted was to make sure that you stayed by his side.

You had raised an eyebrow, questioningly. “You want me to rely on you?”

The way you said it was so condescending that it just made Kasamatsu even more pissed off. “Look, I just—”

He broke off as you made a noise at the back of your throat, and he realised that you were laughing - a grin spread over your face and tears practically leaking from your eyes, a sight that still made Kasamatsu gulp even though oh man Yukio get yourself together you’re supposed to be mad.

“Y-you were being insecure, weren’t you?”

“I…” Kasamatsu faltered, feeling his resolve weaken as you took a step closer, taking his hands in yours. God, this is why he could never get too angry at you. It just never worked out for him.

“Look, I would never do anything like that to you.” You smiled at him, squeezing his hands reassuringly. “But I’m still kind of glad you brought this up instead of keeping it in. I don’t want to make this difficult for you.”

Kasamatsu blinked. “N-no. Of course not.” He hesitated for a moment, trying to think things over. You weren’t that angry any more, but he still felt as though he needed to clear things up. “I’m…happy that you’re with me. And like anyone else in a relationship I want you to stay with me. For that, I can’t help but be scared when other people talk to you like that.”

“I know.” Your tone grew serious. “I understand, but you need to realise that I’m not as weak as you think. You can’t protect me from everything - there are some things I can and should handle on my own.”

He closed his eyes and sighed. “I understand. I’m still going to keep a close eye on you, you know.”

You smiled wryly. “Of course you are.”

I’m so sorry

Summary: In which you bump into Bucky at the Avengers Compound and won’t stop apologising and he finds it incredibly cute

Word count: 1178

Warnings: None because this literally a ball of fluff! I think there’s like one swear word but that’s about it.

Originally posted by our-maybe-someday

You were trying to navigate your way through the insanely large Avengers Compund with two boxes stacked on top of another in your hands. You could barely see where you were going but you were just glad you hadn’t tripped yet or bumped into someone because you would never be able to live that one down. You weren’t exactly a clumsy person but you had your moments and your boss and friend Tony Stark alway made fun of you for it but you didn’t mind too much mostly because you knew how much Tony cared for you, you were like his little sister.

You were close to the elevator even though you couldn’t exactly see but you could hear the ping and chime of it in the distance and you thanked the heavens for it. You needed to get back to Stark Industries with the bxes in tow, you needed the contents to be in one piece but you knew sooner or later the boxes would be on the floor with the contents spilled out.

It seemed like it was going to be sooner rather than later because you didn’t see someone fastly approaching you. It all went to shit when you (and the boxes) collided with a rather hard body, you internally cursed as the boxes contents fell out. You huffed blowing a strand of hair out of your face and looking up to face the person you bumped into, when you did you were met with a man with long black hair and straight face.

“Oh my god I’m sorry I bumped into you I’m such an idiot. I’d probably lose my head it wasn’t attached to my body. I’m so sorry.” Bucky stared at you wondering why you were apologising so much considering he was the one who bumped into you in the first place.

You offered Bucky a smile as you leant down to pick all the stuff that came out of the boxes up. Bucky found himself staring at you involuntarily you were just so Goddamn beautiful in his eyes, he shook himself ourt of it when he noticed you were picking the boxes up. He felt like a jerk for not helping you sooner so he quickly leaned down to and helped you put everything in the boxes.

“There’s no need to help it was all my fault, I’m so incredibly sorry for bumping into you sir.” You said and Bucky found his permanent frown curving into a geniune smile, he thought the way you were constantly saying sorry for practically nothing was adorable.

“It’s fine I bumped into you anway.” Bucky replied standing up carrying one of the boxes with him. You smiled at him once more making his heart flutter before picking the other box and standing up.

“There’s no need to say it I already feel like such an idiot already. I’m so sorry, so sorry.” You couldn’t stop saying sorry, it was always like this you were too nice not to apologise even if it wasn’t something you did.

“I’m the one who should be saying sorry not you. I’m sorry.” Bucky said and you nodded.

“It’s fine even though I still feel like it was my fault and I really want to say sorry again.” You admitted slightly embarrassed, you could already feel the heat rising to your cheeks.

“Oh I’m Y/N by the way.” You said smiling widely at him, he smiled he thought your name was beautiful and it fit such a beautiful girl.

“I’m Bucky.” He replied with a smile of his own.

“How did I not realise it before I’m such an idiot.” You spoke only just realising who the man infront of you was. Bucky cringed knowing that you figured out he was The Winter Soldier and thinking you were about to run from him like most people in the compound did hence why the corrdior you were in was empty.

“You’re James Steve’s best friend I should of known afterall you are all Steve talks about. It’s nice to finally to meet you James Steve’s told me a lot about you and you’re just as he described. That was not what Bucky was expecting and he was glad for it. The way you called him James made him smile like crazy, the way it rolled off your tongue made him fall in love with the name again.

Bucky was speechless he didn’t know what to say but what he did know was that he had to wonder around the Avengers Compound more so that he could see you again.

“Anyway I shoud get going I don’t want to hold you up you probably have better things to do then talk to me afterall you are a superhero.” You replied and warmth glowed throughout Bucky because he had never been called a hero not by anyone not even Steve. But here you were some random girl calling the ex-assassin a superhero and in that moment he felt like the happiest man alive.

But of course something had to ruin it, that something being someone called Steve. “Hey Bucky I see you’ve met Y/N.” Steve said clapping a hand on Bucky’s shoulder making him tense up but when he saw the smile on your face he soon became relaxed again.

“Hey Steve I’d would love to talk to your guys more but I have to be at Stark Industries and if I’m late Happy’s gonna kill me I lost my badge and you know he’s a stickler for stuff like that. You said and Steve nodded moving his hand from Bucky’s shoulder and movimng beside his best frend.

“Here’s your box.” Bucky handed you the box but felt guilty about making you carry both boxes to your car. “I can carry for you if you’d like.” He suggested and you shook your head a smile still on your face.

“No it’s fine I can manage as long as I don’t bump into anyone else and I’d hate to bother you with this I’ll be fine. It was nice to meet you James.” You said and James smiled. Steve watched as his friend smiled for the first time in years.

“It was nice to meet you too Y/N.” Bucky replied and you left for the elevator not before saying goodbye to Steve.

Once you were gone Bucky turned to Steve, “Does she work here?” Bucky asked wanting to know if he would able to see you again.

“She works here most days but if she’s not here she’s at Stark Industries.” Steve replied raising his eyebrows slightly why did Bucky want to know if you worked there?

Bucky nodded a small smile forming on his face again, “Why did you want to know?” Steve asked as the pair began walking to the living quarters of the compound.

“No reason. Bucky replied but Steve saw the way he looked at you and he knew exactly why Bucky wanted to know.

“Oh you like her.” Steve said teasingly making Bucky groan, was it that obvious?

“No I don’t Steve shut up!” Bucky said walking ahead and away from his friend.

“Bucky likes Y/N!” Steve yelled and Bucky was thankful no one was around otherwise he would of died from embarrassment.

Victoria 104

This post contains spoilers.

This was the episode I was both looking forward to and dreading in equal measure. Looking forward to because we would finally get to know Albert (and I was hoping to fall in love with him) and dreading because I knew it would spell the end of the ship that I never saw coming but has ruined my life Vicbourne. 

So here are a few of my thoughts:

  • For 3 episodes we’ve had the steady, subtle build-up of Vicbourne. I repeat, 3 whole episodes in which we saw this young woman and this older man develop a genuine fondness, respect and attraction towards one another. It was unexpected and yet so believable and romantic that it reeled me in like a fish on a hook. Then literally within the span of 1 episode, Victoria falls in love with and proposes to Albert. Don’t get me wrong, I knew it was coming, I just didn’t know it was coming so soon. I didn’t get to see Victoria and Albert getting to know one another - at least enough to make romantic feelings plausible. All of their scenes bar the proposal at the end of the episode, had them at odds. He was surly, arrogant and generally miserable - which I guess was supposed to come across as deeply intellectual/broody and insecure? Hmm… I’m kinda not buying it. I understand instant attraction, but when a man constantly berates me and my decision making, my mind doesn’t automatically jump to “oh, what fine husband material.” It would have at least liked to see them reach some common ground. One duet at the piano followed by a dance wasn’t enough to have me swooning. Sorry. I’m not against Vicbert. Heck, I’m still hoping I grow to love it, I just expected the build-up to be epic. In that sense, it fell flat for me.
  • Ernest is a cinnamon roll and I ADORE him.
  • The shirt ripping had me giggling. I won’t lie.
  • Lord M. Oh dear God. Initially he’s almost hopeful when Victoria comes to him complaining about Albert. Then the longing even though the realisation of what was coming dawned pretty quickly… and lastly the subtle, yet undeniable pain when it was confirmed. *sob* But he steps aside without hesitation. Because that’s the kind of man he is. If anything, I fell in love with him even more.
  • Only a fool would turn you away, Lord M whispers after Victoria confides in him. It. Broke. My. Heart.
  • Miss Skerrett, you be careful. That’s a slippery slope you’re currently on.
  • Oh Penge! Trust you to know German at just the right moment! LOL
  • As always, the costumes and sets are magnificent!
  • Shipper feelings aside, Tom Hughes is a fine actor. He’s just not aesthetically what I find attractive in a man. Seriously, a mustache is just not my jam.
  • Bottom line: Victoria and Albert is a done deal. But if I was meant to love Albert unconditionally, then Rufus Sewell should never have been cast. He’s ruined me for all others. #TeamMelbourne I will go down with this ship. 
Insecurities Part 5.

Character: Dean
Author: AimeeRose
Reader Gender: Female
Word Count: ??
Insecurities Part 1
Insecurities Part 2
Insecurities Part 3
Insecurities Part 4
Warnings: distraught past of reader insert, may be triggering to some, but it wasn’t for me, so I hope it’ll be ok. Xx

I tried to do the best I could for emotional parts etc. So I hope it turned out ok!! Xx


The drive back was silent, Sam and Dean uttering a few words here and there, but you stayed quiet the whole time, gazing out the window. Now you’re all in the bunkers library, going through book after book, trying to figure out what gem Crowley was talking about. You’re even trying to help out.

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At Sea (2)


The moon was illuminating the waves that rolled into the docks, the sound of sails clinking meeting your eyes as you scurried along the path trying your best to be inconspicuous while being quick. You knew that the captain and his crew had had much to drink tonight and were likely to not set sail for some hours but you wanted to find a safe place to stow away while it was quiet.

You spot the black ship tied to the dock and beeline for it, scouting with your eyes for any crewmen still lingering above deck. One solitary man was wandering around that you could see, a broom held in his hand though he was mainly using it to hold himself up as he swayed along with the ship. He paid you no mind as you walked up to the ship so you continued searching for a way on board, dismissing him as a threat.

“Ay!” The man hollered, pointing a finger in your direction and almost throwing his whole body with it as he stumbled. “Wasss’ you doing down ‘ere?” He slurred. Quirking an eyebrow, you lower your hood so he could see your face as you put on your best simpering expression.

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Oh my god, imagine Carlos having a slow science day and deciding to sneak into Cecil’s booth at the radio station while he has a break, spotting him sat at his desk, facing away from him. Knowing that the Interns can’t hear them, he begins being very flirtatious, using terrible science chat-up lines that he knows Cecil loves. But, when he turns around, Carlos almost screams because the man on the chair is not Cecil, not at all. Smiling, Kevin squeals, “Well! I didn’t realise I had a secret admirer!”

Okay so I have this AU of sorts where Ivan’s family moved to America when he was young, which is how he met Alfred. However just when the pair become best friends, Ivan’s family end up packing their things and moving back to Russia as of his father’s business/work.

Until one afternoon Alfred bumps into this stranger at his University, causing his books and notes to fly everywhere - and causes him to lose his temper, but before he can even get a word in to confront the guy, he’s rambling apologies.

Al notices the guy’s literally hiding behind the scarf he’s wearing, so he can’t exactly make out what he’s saying, but Alfred manages to overhear the guy’s accent.

‘He’s Russian’

Which causes Alfred to smile. Which pokes a reaction out of the taller man. When the guy finally takes his scarf away from his face, and helps the attractive blond he just crashed into tidy up his stuff, he asks why he smiled when he spoke.

“Oh, You just reminded me of someone. An old friend of mine’s Russian. He had to move back though when we were kids”.

And of course that just causes further questions - “Ha! You do not say, I had a good friend as well, I actually lived here when I was younger…” - and eventually the pieces finally fit together and they both get a flash of realisation. 

Alfred took up a course on Archaeology, and Ivan’s course is Chemistry. It’s also a convenience that those two subject buildings in their University are extremely close to each other, and so they both end up walking back to their dorms together. Eventually, they end up walking back to their dorms together holding hands.

I didn’t know

How come the only thing I could write for @omeliaweek is not only too late but also incredibly sad? I don’t even know. Warning, miscarriage.

Meredith Grey stepped into the empty attending’s lounge at Grey Sloan Memorial Hospital, dumping a big pile of files on the table before going straight to the sofa. She plopped down on the soft cushions, resting her tired feet over the armrest while hoping to get a few minutes rest after the five hour surgery she had just performed. She closed her eyes and made herself comfortable, only to hear the faint sound of someone crying.

Annoyed but still determined to have her rest, she tried to ignore the sound. It kind of grew louder though, causing the surgeon to let out an irritated sigh while trying to locate the sound. It came from the bathroom.

While lying there, forced to listen, Meredith thought she recognised the cries. She could not quite place who it was, but she had definitely heard the person cry before. Naturally, she knew most surgeons of this hospital and as she thought about it she realised that she had probably heard a lot of them cry once, probably more than once.

Figuring she already could forget getting some rest without going to an one call room, Meredith rose from the sofa and walked over to the door to the bathroom, listening for more clues as to whom it might be behind the door.

As the sound of a few sobs and sniffles travelled through the door, Meredith closed her eyes and placed one dainty hand on her forehead. Of course. She knew this crying very well, having lived with this specific colleague for years. It was her sister in law. No doubt about it.

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Teller of Fortune

[because after watching the infamous episode ‘book of the damned’, I needed to write this headcanon] 

Find a better (and less grammatically incorrect) version on my ao3

 Castiel still didn’t understand the purpose of the paper contraption Charlie was holding out in front of him but, after a look from Dean, he decided he ought to humour her.

 "Come on, Cas! Pick a number.“ 

 "Um… Five?”

 He watched as Charlie opened and closed this thing she called a fortune teller (or was it a cootie- something Cas couldn’t remember), as she counted, “one, two, three, four, five.” Proudly holding it out to the angel, she requested he pick another number, and repeated the process again. Was this the purpose of the device? To aid him in counting? Because he was an angel, not an imbecile, he could count to infinity if he wished. But it made him happy to see everyone else happy, so he humoured her.

This time when she held it out though, she just said, “Pick one.” So he chose the number 4, which seemed fitting as there were four of them at the table and it was this that made him feel like he belonged in a family. Charlie grinned and elaborately lifted the flap to reveal what lay beneath. Cas was slightly startled by this change of pattern, but he leaned over in order to read what she was pointing to, after all Charlie had told him that this would be his fortune, true to its word, and he would be lying if he didn’t say he was a little interested. 

He read what it said and immediately blushed a bright pink. Charlie leaned over to him still grinning and whispered, “I knew it!" 

Dean was laughing at Cas’ whole reaction to Charlie’s fortune teller gig. He looked as confused as anything and Dean definitely didn’t find it totally adorable. They way the angel kept asking what was happening, while Charlie would just grin mischievously. He hadn’t played with one of those things since he was a kid, but he knew it was all made up. Cas, on the other hand, wouldn’t have a clue, and this just made him laugh harder. He picked up his beer bottle and looked across at Sam, who smiled lightly but not convincingly. Tonight Dean would take what he could get though and concern about what was on Sammy’s mind could wait until tomorrow. Tonight he was surrounded by what little (and slightly unconventional) family he had left and he wanted to make the most of it. He raised his bottle up in a cheers to Sam, who smiled a little brighter and lifted his bottle in return.

A couple of hours later, several drinks in and some weird conversations after, Charlie was more than a little drunk and starting to fade. She yawned one of the biggest yawns Dean had ever witnessed and, after all the excitement of the day, he sent her to bed.

"But Dean! I was talking to Cas, and Cas was talking and… He’s an angel, you know…” She trailed off, perhaps realising how drunk she sounded and shrugged, “Maybe bed would be nice.” Her eyes closed slowly and she almost collapsed on the table, if Sam’s quick reflexes hadn’t caught her.

“I’ll get her to her room.” Dean nodded, Charlie would need guidance probably to find her room, and he wasn’t complaining at extra time alone with Cas, even though he did need to talk to his brother. 

“Yeah, you go ahead. Cas and I will finish clearing up here.” Sam and a nearly passed out Charlie left the room and Cas immediately made a move to pick the dishes off the table. Dean quickly went and helped him, despite four dishes being easy enough for one person.

“I’m really glad your back at the bunker with us, Cas.” Dean smiled, his hand brushing the angel’s as he reached for one of the plates. Then he realised what he had said and cleared his throat, “I, uh, mean it will be great having the team back together, you know, and it’s awesome that you met Charlie." 

"I’m glad to be here Dean,” replied Cas, seemingly oblivious to Dean’s previous stumble. “And Charlie is quite a character. I think her and I will be good friends.” And he smiled. An actual fucking smile, which were few and far between, and Dean was sent head over heels for the guy once again. 

Nothing was said for a minute as the pair just stared at each other in a way that over the years had somewhere slipped from weird to totally comfortable to actually kinda enjoyable. Until eventually Dean broke away to carry the dishes to the sink. “So Charlie was showing you how to use a fortune teller, huh?" 

"I believe that’s what she called it, yes. I have all the knowledge of all the books in Metatron’s personal library at my disposal, and yet still I do not understand its purpose." 

Dean laughed. "Cas, Charlie was having you on, they’re just a kid’s toy. Nothin’ special about the things. I agree with you though, not entirely sure about their purpose.” He was leaning with his back against the counter and taking a swig of his fifth beer bottle, so he didn’t notice Cas blush. “What did yours say anyway?" 

"Oh, nothing of import.” Cas replied quickly. Too quickly. Damnit, it wouldn’t take much for even a slightly intoxicated Dean to realise he was lying. 

“Come on, man. You can tell me what bullshit Charlie wrote for you. We’re family.” He teased Cas with a light nudge. Clearly Cas had realised he couldn’t lie, because he quickly mumbled something under his breath. “What? I didn’t quite catch that sorry." 

"It said the person I was destined to be with was sitting at the table.” Cas said quickly, but louder and clearer this time, before he turned back around and shoved his hands in the sink again. 

Dean felt his heart beat in his chest, loud and clear. This was it. It was now or never, so what the hell? He could always blame it on the drink talking if it didn’t go to plan, right? And besides, he was sure he had seen the angel blush after reading it. It’s got to be some kind of bullshit paper origami sign, right? 

“You know, maybe that one wasn’t absolute bullshit.” Cas looked up at him with his bright blue and , perhaps, hopeful eyes and, damn, he could get lost in those eyes. Keep it together, Winchester. He muttered to himself. 

“What do you mean, Dean?" 

Crap, the angel was looking right into him. He had to say it, but his tongue felt tied in knots. "Uh, well I just, um, mean,” he cleared his throat, “well, I mean, if you wanted, there is a good chance The love of your life could have been sitting at that table tonight.” He finished, proud of himself for not stuttering the last bit.

That was until he almost choked when he felt an arm slipping round his waist.

Cas pulled Dean into face him, a smile playing on his lips, “you mean, maybe the fortune teller was actually telling my fortune? Maybe it was right?" 

"Only if you want it to be.” Dean paused, before finishing his sentence in something close to a whisper, “if you want me to be.” His heart was pounding now and he almost worried it was going to jump out of his chest. What if Cas rejected him? What if that hadn’t been what Cas meant at all? I mean there were three other people at dinner, it could have been any of them. It could have been- 

But he didn’t get to finish his thought because suddenly Cas’ chapped lips were on his. He automatically leant into the kiss as the angel, his angel, pushed him into the kitchen counter, getting as close to Dean as possible. Never would a complaint about personal space be made again. Cas’ hand was gripping Dean’s shirt tight and the hunter brought his hands up to the back of the angel’s neck, holding them together for fear of letting go and finding this was all a dream. 

Charlie and Sam poked their head around the kitchen door. “It totally worked!” Charlie grinned. 

“Ew, that’s my brother in there! And Cas! And they are kissing!" 

"Don’t be such a baby, Sam. I knew my plan would work!” She held out her fist to Sam, demanding a fist bump, and the tall hunter rolled his eyes before gently hitting his huge fist to her tiny one.

“At least it will stop all the eye sex. I had had just about enough of those to eye fucking the whole time." 

"Yeah, now they can get down to the real deal." 


"What?” Charlie asked innocently. 

“That’s my brother we’re talking about.” Sam practically hissed. Changing the subject, he asked, “how did you get the fortune teller to work anyway? And besides how did you know he would pick those numbers?" 

Charlie tutted at him, "Sam Winchester, you know nothing about cheating, do you?” She carefully unfolded the paper fortune teller and held it out to him, “it was all the same fortune, you numbskull. You can only have one destiny Sam.” She finished before turning and proudly flouncing off down the hall, her mop of red hair held high.

Sam laughed quietly to himself, happy knowing this was his family, and he would do anything he could to keep it.