okay it is now a more reasonable time so i shall ask for help in a more reasonable way


Happy Smut Appreciation Day!

Summary: It all starts as a way to piss off Dean…

warnings: Cas x Reader, unprotected sex, grace!kink, oral sex (male receiving)

word count: ~2500

The four of you had just finished a hunt and decided to celebrate by going out to the local bar, have a few beers, and play some pool.

That was all well and good, until your two on two (you and Sam vs Dean and Castiel) game of pool had been interrupted by some blonde skank catching Dean’s eye.  You were now perched at a high top table, nursing a beer and seething.

So what?  You didn’t necessarily like Dean that way, but it still pissed you off when he ditched you and the boys for no good reason.  The feeling of jealousy and anger came from the fact that at the end of the day, these boys were yours. Dean, Sam, Cas – they were all you had, and you never wanted anyone to take that away from you.

Yeah, you could be a selfish bitch, but whatever.

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{PART 7} I Won’t Stop You // Jeon Jungkook, Vampire!AU

Originally posted by jengkook

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Vampire!AU, Fantasy, Angst, Smut

Summary; A whole week has passed since Jungkook was forced to leave your apartment, just before you could take your relationship with him to the next level. But today at the office, things become interesting yet again - for both you, and Jungkook.

{Part 1} // {Part 6} {Part 7} {Part 8}

I update this series every Tuesday evening, 9pm-10pm (UK Time)

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anonymous asked:

inquisition companions react to finding out the inquisitor (who always covers their face) is actually the hero of ferelden? (Plus warden Alistair and Morrigan pls?)

Morrigan: She knew instantly, of course. It was the walk, the bearing, the weight on their shoulders and the pride that kept them tall. And their eyes. Those eyes, peeking out from behind their mask, would likely haunt her for the rest of her life, for one reason or another. “I’ll keep your secret, old friend, if you truly do not wish these others to know,” she tells them when she announces that she’s to join the Inquisition. If Romanced: “Ah, my love, how difficult it will be to keep your secret when we shall be sharing a bed. I will not be moved from this. We shall be a family once more, and that’s final. Now, take off that ridiculous mask and kiss me.”

Warden Alistair: Inwardly: Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. Okay, don’t panic. It’s only your damned commander here. No need to panic. Or say anything dumb. “Heeeeeeeyyyy there!” Damn it! If Romanced: Well, if the way they steal into shadowed corners frequently isn’t enough to give the Warden away, nothing will. But by the Maker, he will spend time with his lover! They’re out here risking their life against impossible odds, as usual, and he doesn’t even get to stay by their side for the duration! Necking in the corner is the least of their worries at this point.

Bonus King Alistair: Yeah, he really didn’t have time to notice. There were more pressing matters to deal with. If Romanced: “Keep that beautiful face covered, love. Your identity is a vulnerable point, as much as I hate that. Our enemies would use you to hurt me and use me to hurt you. If I can’t be here with you, at least you can try to stay safe.”

Leliana: She knew immediately when they were found in the Temple of Sacred Ashes, but she didn’t know what to do with the information. She kept it to herself, allowing Cassandra and the others to think whatever they wanted to think until she had the opportunity to speak to them alone. “Why are you here, what happened?” she asks them. Though their answers are far from satisfactory, she’s willing to trust that her old friend would never have done what they are accused of. If Romanced: “My love, we must stop meeting like this,” she giggles to them even though they’re shackled in a cell. She’s cleared the room to speak to them, ostensibly to question the prisoner. She grins at them, completely certain in her belief that they are innocent, that something else is at work, and she’s simply grateful to be back with her lover even under such circumstances.

Cassandra: She’s suspicious, especially with how careful Leliana is being around them. She wonders why they insist on the mask upon having their hands unbound, but allows it anyway. She has her suspicions about who they are but keep them to herself. When she finally knows for certain, she’s more confused than anything else. “Why not simply tell us who you are?” she asks. “It would have helped remove suspicion from you to know that you were the one who ended the Blight!” If Romanced: “You didn’t trust me with this?” she asks them, a bit hurt. “You are a great hero, someone I admired before we even met. And I treated you so poorly when we met. Knowing this would have saved us both a lot of trouble.”

Cullen: Though the last time he saw the Warden was in the midst of his torture, he remembers them as clear as day. He knows who it is that stands before him on the battlefield, masked and cloaked though they are. He could never forget. He would rather forget. If Romanced: “I knew it was you from the first moment I saw you, mask and all,” he confesses, rubbing the back of his neck. “I wanted to thank you, to ask your forgiveness for what happened the last time we saw each other, but I realized that you must be hiding for a reason so I stayed quiet. I’ve kept your secret, and I will continue to do so if that is your wish.”

Solas: He knows the name, he knows the title, he knows the significance of their actions, but he doesn’t know them. He recognizes them as he studies the Anchor, but it seems to him that their identity doesn’t particularly matter. He keeps it to himself more out of indifference than any desire to keep their secret. Whatever they seek by hiding won’t affect his plans at all, so it doesn’t matter. If Romanced: “I knew. I’ve seen your face in the Fade more than enough to recognize you, but I saw no reason to reveal this information. We were both under enough suspicion as it was without adding to it unnecessarily.”

Sera: She didn’t know. She had no idea. She thinks it’s kind of cool and she’s impressed that they were able to keep the secret so long. “If you’re that good at hiding yourself, think you’ll be that good at pranks?” If Romanced: “So you were a hero even before all this Coriffyshite? Wow, you’re even bigger than I thought. Famouser. More famous. Oh, you know what I mean. Now give me a kiss, you big hero.”

Blackwall: He’s taken entirely by surprise, and one of his first thoughts once the shock wears off is why they didn’t out him as not being a Warden. He’s too afraid to ask, of course. It’s humbling, though, to be in their presence, to know them so well and work together as they do. If Romanced: Again, he wonders why they didn’t tell everyone he wasn’t a Warden, but he figures that someday he’ll work up the courage to ask. “I’m sort of honored that you would want me, after everything, out of everyone. You could have just about anything or anyone you want, but I’m so glad it’s me.”

Vivienne: She didn’t know enough about the Hero of Ferelden to pick them out of a crowd, but the mask made her suspicious since they clearly weren’t Orlesian and it wasn’t decorative like hers; it was a mask to hide behind, not a mask to show off. She tried many times to parse their secret, to discover what lay under that mask. She had a feeling it was important and a good thing to know, but after a while she decided to let it be. If they wanted to tell her the truth, then they would, but all she was doing was exhausting herself. When she finally does find out, she’s more delighted than anything else and congratulates them on their ability to keep their identity secret for so long.

Dorian: Honestly, it wasn’t his business and he didn’t really care to find out why they always wore a mask. When he does find out, he thinks it’s all a marvelous joke and spends quite a long time trying to figure out what everyone would think if they found out. If Romanced: “Well, that’s… oddly intimidating, now that I think of it. You defeated an archdemon. Oh, amatus, and now you have to face another one? One that is controlled by an evil, ancient magister, no less? Don’t worry, I’ll be right beside you the whole time.”

Iron Bull: He had his suspicions. He’s not Ben-Hassrath for nothing, after all. But he kept his thoughts to himself and went along as if everything were just peachy. When the truth is finally revealed to him, he claps them on the shoulder. “No wonder you’re so good at slaying dragons!” If Romanced: “Yeah, I know. Thanks for trusting me with it, though. It’s okay, kadan. I’ve got your back.”

Varric: He didn’t know until they told him. “Look at that! I get to fight alongside both big heroes of the age!” he cries. “This is so going in my book. It’s way too interesting not to.”

Cole: He knew. Of course he knew. “Yes, tainted blood, aching heart, you’ve seen so much death, lost so much of yourself. It’s okay. I’m here. I’ll try to help.”

Josephine: She didn’t know, didn’t guess. She knew there was something worth hiding under there, of course, but she didn’t expect this. She wonders what the secret will do to the Inquisition, if it should be revealed or not. She leaves the decision up to them, but worries about the consequences if the secret is discovered by their enemies or accidentally revealed by their allies. If Romanced: “Oh, my love, why didn’t you tell me? This changes nothing about my feelings for you, of course, but I wish I had known!”

anonymous asked:

ok but imagine modern Bellamy that's a history prof and owns a local book shop and has like seven dogs

this became a prompt idk if it is what you intended but i just had to.

The first time Bellamy meet Clarke he’s out with his dogs. He catches her stealing several glances his way. Feeling bold for once, he says “Can’t look away from these dashing looks, uh?” and he gestures to himself. By chance the cute blonde smirks and he can’t help but feeling smug about making her smile.

“I was staring at the dogs,” she says while nodding to them at his feet.

He looks down and remembers that he has seven dogs and that people tend to find it weird, for some reason.

“Oh” is all he can say and he blushes, mentally cursing himself for flirting with a girl in a dog park. She’s still smiling though.

“The good looks are helping though,” she says showing her notebook.

He takes it a sign to come sit next to her on the bench. She opens the page she was working on and he can see himself with his dogs on paper, a pencil drawing. She’s talented. He clears his throat a little.

“Um, that’s good.”

“Thanks. I thought so too.”

She’s bright and lovely.

He doesn’t really know how to keep the conversation going but she seems fine with staring at him and he can’t help but stare back. While he’s a little uncomfortable about it, she studies him without shame.

“So.” He stretches his legs. “You often come to the dog park?”

“I like to draw here.”

“I never saw you here.” And he blushes more because it feels more like an admission than anything else.

She shrugs and just says: “I moved here not long ago.”

He hums in answer and takes a look at his dogs.

“I expect you come here a lot?”

He chuckles. “Yeah. Seven dogs.”

“That’s some Robin Scherbatsky’s shit.”

He laughs more and when he’s recovered: “Hope I won’t fall for a Ted Mosby.”

She nods. “That would be a shame, really.” She looks at his dogs too and his heart does a funny thing. “So, how did you end up with seven dogs? Not that it’s bad or anything. Just-”

“Weird,” he supplies.

“I was going to say ‘a lot’ but yeah,” she grins.

“I always loved dogs, I had two first because I live alone and it was good company. One of my friends moved away and let me hers because I was the only one in our group friends capable of taking care of animals. I ended up with my ex’s after we broke up, but I can’t even remember why. I found a lost one and I couldn’t not take her. And when my sister’s dog got her litter I just got two because I already had five, so why the hell not?”

She’s silent for a moment and he fears he bored her to death. He’s about to say she did ask for the story when she speaks again.

“And you live in town?”

“Um yeah. I have a pretty big house with a yard and everything. The dogs aren’t too unhappy I think.”

“They don’t seem so,” she says, her voice soft, just as one of the dog jumps and licks his hands.

“Want me to introduce you to them?”

She looks at him through her eyelashes and she’s beautiful.

“Yeah I’d love that.”

He turns to his dogs again and blushes when he calls them “Poseidon, Artemis, Hades, Hermes, Demeter, Athena, Persephone!” He needed a theme.

“Wow, nerd,” she laughs.

“Shut up.”


When he sees her for the second time it’s the start of the school year and he’s meeting with a new student’s foster mother. He’s working on his lesson plans when he hears a small knock on the door of his office.

“Enter,” he calls.

“Mister Blake, thank you for meeting with me.”

He gets up to greet her and when she turns after closing the door he recognizes her. She must recognize him too because she lets out a small “oh”.

“Hello.” And he fucking waves like an idiot.

She bites her lips to keep herself from laughing and it makes him more comfortable for some reason.

“Hi. Um, take a seat, please.”

“Thanks.” And she sits in front of him.

She smirks a little and he doesn’t know where to begin.

“I understand better the nerd dogs’ names now.”

He shrugs, used to this kind of jokes.

“I had to.”

“Obviously.” And they’re staring at each other again. He clears his throat.

“Shall we begin?”

“Yeah. Of course. I’m Clarke.”

He takes the hand she’s presenting.

“Bellamy Blake, I teach History.”

“I know.” She wears a small smile that got his heart melting a little. He smiles back because he’s incapable of not doing so.

“You’re here to talk about… Madi? Is that right?”

“Yeah Madi… I don’t really know how to start…”

“Don’t worry, just say what you feel is important.”

She takes a deep breath. “Okay. She never knew her father. Her mother raised till she was eight and then died from overdose.”

It hits him, the story a little too close to his, but he doesn’t say anything.

“She’s been living with her grandmother for a while and it was good from what I heard but she was an old woman and soon she didn’t have the strength to take care of Madi. She ended up in foster care. She’s been with me for a little over a year now. And it’s been… okay, I think. I don’t want to say good.” She has a nervous chuckle. And Bellamy resists the urge to take her hand in his. “We lived in a big city before we moved here but I thought a small town would be better for her.”

He hums and lets her continue.

“She’s a great child. Really she is. She just had a shitty childhood.”

And once again he can picture himself twelve years ago.

“She’s smart but doesn’t like school, of course. She had to leave school for a year so she’s older than her classmates this year. I don’t know if it’s going to be fine…” She bites her lips and adds, “History is her least favorite subject.”

He can’t help but smile at this.

“Have you ever met someone history was theirs favorite subject?” She relaxes at his joke and it’s what he was going for so he smiles more broadly. “Clarke… Can I call you ‘Clarke’?” She nods. “Clarke, I’m going to be honest with you. I never knew my father, my mother had a drug problem and died from it when I was 15. My sister and I went in different foster houses. I know this shit.”

She seems profoundly relieved that this.

“I’ll take care of Madi the best I can. I know how to deal with teenagers.”

Her relief is written on her smile and it’s blinding. He will see more of Clarke Griffin, for sure.


He expects to see more of her at school, for parents’ meetings and stuff but she comes to his bookstore the following week and he has to go see her. She’s looking at a book in the classic section and he might fall in love with her already.

He comes behind her and takes a look over her shoulder. She mustn’t have sense him come because she jumps when he says: “I would recommend this book.”

She turns and takes him in.

“Don’t come behind people’s back like this!”

He laughs. “Hi Clarke.”

“Mister Blake.”


“Bellamy,” she corrects and smiles.

“We have to stop meeting like this.”

“Like what?”

“Unplanned.” It’s bold but he feels pretty confident. She laughs so it can’t be that bad.

“Wow. Smooth.”

He grins, a little smug about making her laugh.

“You have some game for a nerd.”


She smirks and every damn look is a good look on her, it’s frustrating.

“So, this is a good book?”

“Don’t change the subject, Clarke, I’m waiting for apologies.”

“I said you had game I don’t see any offense in this,” she says a little too falsely innocent.

“Get out of my bookstore, you’re banned.”

She blinks. “Your bookstore?”

He frowns, not understanding her surprise. “Yeah?”

“Aren’t you a teacher?”

“Well I also own this bookstore.” He shrugs like it’s not a big deal.

She hums. “You’re quite a catch, Bellamy Blake.”

He starts blushing when Miller calls for him “Blake, stop flirting I need your help here!” And that would make his cheeks fully red.

He lets out an awkward “sorry” and goes to see Miller but Clarke follows him. He can’t say he minds.

They come to the counter and Miller doesn’t even glance at them.

“Clarke, this is Miller. I work in the bookstore Saturdays and during school vacations and he takes over during the week. The books are the only company he can stand.

“Fuck you, Blake. You done with the flirting? We need to put the new books on the shelfs.”

“He’s not done with the flirting actually,” Clarke says and she takes his hand too and he might die from happiness really.

Miller glares at him, staring right into his eyes. He huffs and rolls his eyes and goes through the back door to the reserve.

Bellamy turns to Clarke, not letting go of her hand.

“Sorry he’s pretty grumpy.”

“Oh I didn’t notice.”

He smiles and looks down at her.

“I fear I gave all I got in my game.”

He swallows when she links her hands behind his neck.

“Good thing I have a pretty great game too then.”

“Yeah. Good thing.” And he leans down to capture her lips with his.

Long Way Home

Dude this one was so fun to write. Hopefully everyone likes reading it as much as I liked writing it! I honestly wouldn’t be opposed to making this into a series, but I don’t know how realistic that would be. (Also AYEEE ROSIE FIGURED OUT HOW TO ADD GIFS)

Request: can you write something where cal is a nerd, and you’re kinda popular?? lots fluff and just have fun with it !! // Anon! Thanks so much for this one. I hope you love it :)

Title: Long Way Home

Summary: Calum’s been crushing on you for as long as he can remember, but your differences in social status have proven to be a bit of a roadblock. However, things start to change when you approach Calum with a simple proposition.

Words: 2k (WOW this got away from me)

Warnings: None? Maybe a tiny bit of language?

You looked great today. Your hair was impeccable, your outfit was put together perfectly, and as you laughed with your friends across the courtyard, Calum couldn’t help but stare. It sucked, honestly.

He’d been practically in love with you ever since you moved into his neighborhood when you guys were ten. You two were best friends for a while, until middle school, anyway. The problem that presented itself at that point was the fact that you were the cool new girl from another country, causing your popularity to skyrocket. And unfortunately, Calum and his friends were a bit lower on the social pyramid, making any chance of a relationship with you almost unattainable.

“-right, Cal?”

“Huh?” Calum turned to face Michael, blinking out of his reverie. “I mean, uh. Right. Yeah, I agree.”

Michael grinned. “You agree that Mr. Peters is a total babe?”


Michael, Luke, and Ashton all burst out laughing, causing Calum’s face and neck to heat up.

“Pay attention to the conversation next time,” said Ashton around his laughter, “instead of staring at Y/N all day like a creeper.”

“Shut up,” Calum muttered. “What were you asking, anyway?”

“We were asking when you were planning on actually talking to Y/N,” said Luke, and Calum elbowed him.

“Very funny.”

“No, in reality we were just asking if we were on for rehearsal tonight,” Ashton explained. “I asked if we were still all set to have it at your house.”

“Oh, yeah,” Calum nodded. “Sure.”

Suddenly Ashton and Michael, who were seated across from Calum and Luke, went quiet, focusing on something behind them. Calum frowned at his friends. “What—”

Michael suddenly began coughing and Ashton smiled at whatever it was behind Calum. “Hey, Y/N!” Calum’s eyes widened and Michael waggled his eyebrows.

“Hey, Ashton,” came the sound of your voice, and Calum almost groaned in annoyance. Just the sound of your voice gave him butterflies.

“How’s your day been?” Michael asked casually, and you stood at the end of the table so that you could see all of them, pressing your palms to the surface and leaning forward slightly.

“Pretty good, thanks, yours?”

Michael replied with a “Good, thanks,” before you turned to Calum.

“Do you wanna walk home today?”

Calum tried to contain his surprise, simultaneously trying to force a blush from creeping up onto his face. “I… what?” He turned around to glance at your friends, to see if they were staring over here and it was all some sort of prank, but they were all laughing or doing homework as if nothing was off.

 You laughed, and once again, Calum’s heart lurched. “Yeah, um, I finished all of my homework and I don’t have soccer today so I figured I’d just head home. I was wondering if you wanted to walk together since we’re neighbors and all.”

“Y-yeah,” Calum stuttered, then cleared his throat. He could feel his friends’ gazes on the two of them, like vultures. “Yeah, I don’t see why not. When were you planning on leaving?”

“Oh, whenever works for you!” you said with another dazzling smile. “I’m up for whenever, but I don’t want to rush you or anything.”

“Actually, we were just finishing up,” Luke chimed in, closing his textbook. The other guys followed his action, packing up their things and clearing the table. Calum wanted to strangle each and every one of them right the and there.

“Perfect,” you said. “I’ll go grab my stuff. Meet you at the main entrance, Cal?” The use of your nickname for him almost made Calum visibly freak out. He was already pretty sure you could hear his heart beating from where you stood.

“Yeah, sounds good,” he said as calmly as possible, and with that, you nodded, flashing another smile and saying goodbye to the other guys, and turned to head back to your table. Calum watched your retreating figure before turning back to his friends.

“Guys, what the fuck.”

“What?” asked Michael innocently.

“‘Just finishing up?’” Calum mocked.

“We were helping you out!” protested Ashton.

“Yeah, you’ve been in love with Y/N for how long now?” Luke added.

“You guys suck,” Calum groaned, packing his own things. “You legitimately suck balls.”

“Only on Tuesdays,” Michael retorted. Calum flipped him off.

“I’ll see you guys later, or something,” he said, heading toward the courtyard exit.

“No detours, Cal-Pal!” Ashton called and Calum shook his head, ignoring his friends and heading toward the school’s entrance to meet you. It was a short walk, so he found you almost immediately. Unfortunately, you were talking with a few of your friends, who were also pretty popular. In all honesty, Calum almost marched straight back into the courtyard because he was afraid he would embarrass you in front of your friends if he tried to talk to you. For all he knew, you were talking to them about how you had to walk home with him and how annoyed you were!

Then Calum’s logic told him that no, you had asked him to walk home together, and you actually weren’t a bitch like some of your friends. So, Calum came to a brilliant solution to his dilemma: ignorance.

Shouldering his backpack and taking a deep breath, he started walking toward the doors, walking straight past you and the people you were talking to. He figured he could act as if he didn’t see you, instead heading outside to wait. And sure enough, almost immediately after he stepped outside into the October air, he heard you call out.

“Cal, wait!”

He turned around to see you rushing in his direction, finally slowing down when you reached him. “Sorry, I didn’t see you,” he said, and you shrugged.

“No worries. I was talking to a few friends so I got caught up, sorry.”

“No worries,” Calum repeated, and you looked up at him with a smile that made his heart flutter.

“So,” you said, “shall we go?”

“We shall,” Calum replied, causing you to giggle, and suddenly he felt bit more confident. This wasn’t so bad. The two of you began walking, and a comfortable silence settled until you broke it.

“Hey, why don’t you play soccer?” you asked randomly, and Calum shrugged.

“You mean football?” he teased, and you rolled your eye, smiling nonetheless. “Dunno,” he continued. “Not my thing, I guess.”

“Um, I cry bullshit,” you replied, and Calum’s eyebrows shot up as he turned to look at you.


“I’ve seen you play, Calum. You’d fit in really well with varsity, trust me. Plus, you were always great when we played as kids.”

“I just didn’t want to, I guess,” he insisted. He didn’t want to admit that he was too shy to try out, considering the boys’ football team was full of pigheaded morons who already probably hated his guts.

You only shook your head, shrugging. “Your choice, I guess. I really shouldn’t be criticizing you for a choice you made.”

“It’s okay.”

Another silence settled, and Calum took the time to look around. A lot of cars were on the street, full of people coming home from day jobs.

“Um, thank you,” you suddenly said. “For walking with me, I mean. I don’t usually walk and you were in the courtyard too, so I just wanted to ask. For old times’ sake, you know?”

Calum smiled at that one. That was one of the reasons he liked you so much; you didn’t care about popularity. You didn’t try to forget or ignore the fact that you two were best friends several years ago. Calum was grateful for that.

“I get it,” Calum said.

“I do wish we talked a bit more,” you continued, and Calum found himself in shock yet again. You wanted to talk to him?

“Me too,” he said honestly. “You friends kinda hate me though, I think.”

“What! No way,” you protested. “They just… they don’t know you, that’s all. You aren’t close with them.”

“It’s alright,” said Calum with a shrug. “I know I’m kind of a dork. I’ve got my friends though, so I’m happy.”

You smiled at that, and it made Calum’s knees weak. “That’s a good way to look at things.”

The two of you continued to walk and talk with one another, and Calum genuinely enjoyed your company. It wasn’t awkward like he thought it would be, and you weren’t patronizing him like he had dreaded you would.

He realized with a start that you guys had almost reached your neighborhood, so he turned left as opposed to right, opting to take the long way instead. Hey, he wanted to spend as much time with you as possible. He wasn’t sure when this would ever happen again.

At that point, the sun was getting lower in the sky. As you pointed out a couple of birds, smiling and laughing as you did so, Calum noticed that you were literally glowing in the fading sunlight. The orange light outlined you like some ethereal halo, illuminating your features and giving your eyes an even more vibrant look than usual. His breath hitched a bit as he marveled at how beautiful you were, but when you turned back to face him, he acted as nonchalant as he could.

Shit, he was so screwed.

Eventually you had reached the neighborhood where you lived, and Calum was both sad and relieved. Sad because his time with you was ending, but relieved for the same reason. He didn’t want to fall for you even more when you were so untouchable and, quite frankly, out of his league. Like, way out of his league.

“Thanks so much, Cal,” you said when you reached the foot of your driveway. “I had a really good time.”

“Yeah, me too,” he said with a smile, a genuine smile. He was ecstatic to hear that you actually enjoyed the time you spent together.

“We should do this again sometime,” you suggested, and Calum had to physically stop himself from jumping for joy.

“Totally,” he agreed. “It was fun.”

“I’ll let you know when the soc-football season ends,” you told him, smiling as you corrected yourself. “We’ll make more of a habit out of this. For old times’ sake, right?”

“I like that idea,” Calum said honestly, and you nodded.

“Well, I’m gonna head inside. Thanks again, Calum, really,” you said, placing a hand on his arm and squeezing a bit before smiling and turning to walk up to your house.

Calum ran a hand down his face, letting it linger over his mouth and jaw. Holy shit, he thought as he watched you enter your house. His hand then found its way into his hair, disheveling the dark curls. Holy shit.

He slowly turned to walk back to his own house, almost directly across the street. He couldn’t wait to shove in his friends’ faces the fact that things went so exceptionally well.

Unbeknownst to Calum, you had made your way up to your bedroom. You watched from the window as your neighbor headed home, and you couldn’t help but smile widely, heart still beating rapidly. So okay, maybe you did have practice today, but the coach loved you and you figured you could just tell her you didn’t feel too well.

And fine, maybe you were kinda, sorta, maybe crushing on Calum.

You could only hope he felt the same way.



Two Weeks Notice

His blood rushed loudly past his ears and he cleared his throat several times before finally managing to speak. ‘Two weeks?’

The firm nod from his soon-to-be-former-assistant brooked no argument.

Sherlock Holmes, self-made business mogul and genius with a knack for going through PR reps like tissue paper, was, for the first time, utterly baffled. 

‘I don’t understand.’ He stood and rounded his desk, a frown on his face, until he was standing in front of her. Molly Hooper. His assistant. His conscience. His voice of reason. The one person who, despite her diminutive stature and initial fumbling demeanor, had kept him in line and in good public standing for the better part of five years with a backbone of steel and an uncanny ability to charm even the most vicious reporter. 

She wouldn’t leave him… she couldn’t.

‘Are you no longer happy here, Miss Hooper?’

She turned her head before he could read her face, but he didn’t miss her flinch at his formal address. She took a deep breath before turning her gaze back to him. ‘I believe my services would be better utilized elsewhere.’

‘That’s not what I asked. Tell me, why are you leaving me?’

She looked down at her cherry-patterned blouse, tugged it straight, and cleared her throat. ‘Mr Holmes, the terms of my employment were clear in that, should either party be so inclined to terminate said employment, a notice of two weeks must be given. No where in the wording is it required that a reason be given.’

Sherlock cursed inwardly. ‘Miss Hoop-Molly, I thought we had developed an efficient rapport, even a friendship. If I have done something to cause you distress, please inform me so that I may rectify the situation.’ He slipped his hands into his pockets and ducked his head. ‘I have very few friends in my life and I would sincerely be loathe to lose you from my life.’

‘It is nothing you can fix, believe me,’ she replied, smiling sadly. 

Sherlock stepped toward her. ‘Molly-’

‘I’ve already begun vetting potential replacements,’ she interrupted, taking a step back. ‘Three months from now, it’ll be as if there was never any change. You’ll have forgotten all about me.’

Her smile was forced and a gnawing ache settled in Sherlock’s chest. No more chipper, bubbly smiles first thing in the morning as she brought him his coffee and handed him a folder with the relevant emails that had come through overnight. No more trying to hide his laughter in public spaces whenever she mumbled a sarcastic or morbid comment under her breath. No more watching her brilliantly smooth over his social faux-paus with a smile and perfectly-worded statements. 

No more Molly. 

‘What if I don’t want to forget you.’ His voice was dark and low. 

She replied with soft resignation. ‘We both know you excel at deleting extraneous information. And when I leave, that’s what I will become. Your work and empire will continue, your new assistant will do everything I’ve been doing for you, and nothing else in your life will change.’ 

Then with the strength he’d always admired in her, she straightened her shoulders and adopted a cool professional expression. ‘With that out of the way, I shall be off. You have a meeting with the Board in a half hour and I need to prepare the conference room.’ She turned on her heel and left the room, pausing at the door to call over her shoulder, ‘Don’t forget to wear the cufflinks Mr Haversham gave you; keeps you in his favour.’

The door clicked shut behind her with alarming finality and Sherlock fell back against his desk, stunned.

Two weeks. Two weeks and she would leave him. Why? Why was she leaving? He hadn’t offended her lately, insulted her clothing recently, or God forbid, forgotten to pay her! She had given no sign of discontentment or unhappiness working with him. If anything, she had thrived in her position, going above and beyond what he had even expected of her. 

So why would she leave?

Why would she stay?

The little voice that sounded a lot like his business partner, John, came unbidden to his mind. Sherlock froze. 

Why would she stay? If she received a better offer, he would understand that. But she gave no indication that she was looking for or taking a new position and no other company would dare even consider poaching her from him.

His legs were moving before he even thought to, propelling him across the room in record speed. He threw open the door and stormed out, sending a frightened intern scuttling after a flurry of papers she’d thrown in surprise. 

Sherlock paid the employees that parted around him like the Red Sea no mind. His singular focus was on finding his assistant and demanding a full explanation before talking her out of this irrational decision to leave him in the lurch. 

The lift was too slow and he bypassed it entirely, opting to thunder down the stairs to the ground floor. The conference room was in the center of the atrium and completely encased in glass windows that rose to the top of the three story-tall room. Transparency was the core of his business success; no underhanded dealings or hiding secrets. Made for a bumpy ride at times, but paid off in the long run. 

He straight-armed his way through the doors into the atrium; the steel doors slammed into the walls and echoed loudly in the tall room. Every head turned toward the sound and many craned their necks to watch as the C.E.O., President, and Notoriously Aloof Sherlock Holmes blew into the room with the force of a hurricane and narrowed in on the petite assistant who was speaking animatedly with the few board members who had arrived early.

He interrupted them unashamedly and furiously declared, ‘No. I refuse to accept your resignation.’

Molly looked over in surprise and a fierce blush stained her cheeks. Hastily excusing herself from the conversation, she hurried across the room. 

‘Mr Holmes, please-’

‘No, no more Mr Holmes,’ Sherlock snapped, uncaring that every ear was attuned to their discussion. ‘We have been on a first name basis for two years. We are friends, Molly. And friends don’t just quit. Not without reason.’

Molly looked around at their gaping audience and lowered her voice. ‘Sherlock, it’s…’ She sighed and tucked her hair behind her ear. ‘It’s complicated. Okay? You don’t understand and I get it, I do. Just… respect my decision.’ Her eyes were suspiciously bright. ‘Please.’

It was in that moment that Sherlock saw what he’d ignored for so long. The dilation of her pupils, the longing in her eyes, the soft way she would smile at him, putting aside her own personal life to help him, canceling dates at his last minute request when he needed her… the love that was woven in every word she spoke to him and every thing she did for him. 

And how deeply that love was reciprocated.

He reached out and caught her hand. ‘You’re wrong.’ He stepped closer and lifted his other hand to slip around the back of her head. Her breathing increased and her eyes widened. ‘I believe I do understand. Finally.’ 

‘Sherlock…’ The rest of her breathless words were stolen as he dipped his head and kissed her. 

Around them, the onlookers awed and cheered. Sherlock tuned them out, focusing all his attention on the woman in his arms and kicking himself for ignoring his heart for all these years.

And when John Watson, Sherlock’s business partner, arrived with the rest of the Board members minutes later, he smirked at the sight before him. A quick check to the calendar on his phone only made his smile widen. 

Seems he’d won the betting pool. 

Like Vines, We Intertwine

Summary: There are so many battles to fight

Originally posted by starknetwork

Chapter One:

Ghost follows her everywhere she goes. He is a welcomed shadow during the cold days and a blanket of warmth in the long nights in Winterfell.

At first, Sansa was weary of the direwolf. Not for any other reason than every time she saw the creature she thought of her own slained direwolf, Lady. That was just one of the many wounds that Sansa Stark carried inside of her. Lady’s death was very much the catalyst for all the bad things that happened to Sansa after leaving Winterfell.

She really did try to ignore the wolf, but he was relentless. And eventually she grew tired of him whining at her door one night and she decided to let him in. Now, Ghost was her companion, her protector as Jon had once been.


Sansa’s heart ached every time she thought of Jon so far away.

In the time since Jon had left, Sansa hadn’t slept through the night. She worried about him every moment of every day, even when she was occupied with other things she thought of him.

Bran had made it back home, and Sansa had been so happy and full of joy to see him. But something about her little brother was different. He claimed he could see things, the Three Eyed Raven he called himself and even though Sansa couldn’t even fathom what that meant she took it with a grain of salt, just pleased that she wasn’t the only Stark in Winterfell any longer.

But, Bran wanted no part of being a Lord.

Sansa had spent some time catching up with him, but it seemed so forced, so different than it had been when she reunited with Jon.

She couldn’t really put her finger on the reason why, other than Bran was so changed himself.

She thinks about that day, at Castle Black, as her and Ghost wonder through the crypts, about how cold she had been on her journey to The Wall, how her bones ached and trembled with the cold and she thought she might never be warm again. She almost forgot what it was like.

And then, there he was.

Once she was in his arms she felt it, flickering like a flame in the night. Her hope had returned, and she believed for the first time in so long that she was truly safe.

I was in his arms and suddenly I was home she muses, looking up at her father’s statue. His face was off a bit, but in the dark she could pretend for a moment he was there. Jon reminded her so much of him, his honor and his strength. Sansa prayed every day to the old God’s that those same similarities wouldn’t lead to his demise.

“Please come back to me,” She whispers softly. Here in the darkness of the crypts Sansa allowed herself to feel the things she couldn’t in the light of day. But not for long, there was always something that needed her attention in Winterfell and Jon had entrusted the North to her, and Sansa would not let him down.

She brushes her hand through Ghost’s white fur, he is warm despite the bitter chill in the air. He looks up at her and their eyes meet and they share the same thought, at least Sansa thinks they do.

Ghost was probably the only soul who missed Jon as much as her, if not more.

“He’ll be back soon.” She whispers to the direwolf, and his head tilts to the side a bit as if he understands. He licks her hand happily and trots up a head a bit, leaving Sansa alone as she makes her way into the daylight.

Everything is white, winter is here.

Sansa can feel it in her bones. The danger is close, and she couldn’t help but feel like a sitting duck. But she holds her head high as she walks through the courtyard, no one shall see how afraid she feels.

She catches a glimpse of Meera as she is making her way towards the front gate. She looks so shaken, and visibly upset. She approaches her with an air of caution, afraid she might upset her more.

“Meera?” Sansa says just loud enough for only the girl to hear her.

“Lady Stark, I want to – to thank you for you kindness, but I must go home.” Meera tells her, her voice breaking more with each word. Her dark eyes were filled with tears and it broke Sansa’s heart to see her so upset.

“Is everything okay?” She asks her quietly.

Meera puts her bag on her shoulder and nods. “Yes. I just need to be with my family when they come.”

“You are all welcome here. It’s the safest place to be in the North.”

“No where is safe, my Lady.”

Sansa wishes she were wrong, but she knew that almost better than anyone. Meera’s dark hair is covered in snow, and she still wore her furs she arrived in, despite Sansa offering her nicer attire.

“I never got to properly thank you for keeping Bran safe.” Sansa’s voice comes out soft and low, but the girl still flinches at the mention of Bran’s name.

“You’re welcome Lady Stark.”

Sansa reaches for her arm, clutching it as she speaks. “Can I ask you a question Meera? About my brother?”

The dark haired girl only nods, looking down at Sansa’s hand on her arm.

“When – when did he become so…”


Sansa’s only response is a curt nod as she lets her hand fall from her arm. “Has he been this way, the whole time?”

Meera shakes her head. “No.” She looks up at the towers of Winterfell and sighs. “I am sorry, but Brandon Stark died in that cave, he isn’t the same person he was when we first went north of The Wall.”

“You care for him.” Sansa says, seeing the pain in her eyes as she speaks.

“Cared.” Meera corrects her. “I’m sorry my Lady, I must be on my way if I want to beat nightfall.”

“Let me give you a horse, it will make your journey much easier.” Sansa offers, but the girl is already on her way.

“I’d prefer to walk.” She tells her, her voice unwavering.

“I wish you good fortune Meera Reed, you and your family are forever in our debt.”

Meera smiles, but it doesn’t touch her dark eyes. “Thank you.”

Sansa watches until the girl is gone wishing again there was something she could do to make things right. Meera seemed so bothered, and Sansa wondered if she should be bothered too.

Brandon Stark died in that cave.

The words echo in her ears as she makes her way towards her study. It was once where her father sat and carried out his duties as warden of the North.

Oh if he could see her now.

Sansa thought she missed him before, but being back at Winterfell it made everything come back to the surface.

Ned Stark was everywhere here.

Sansa tossed a log into the already burning fire and Ghost curled up in front of it with a grunt of content.

And she got back to work, with a heavy heart.

One thing was certain to Jon Snow as he made his way down the beach on Dragonstone, he was going to kill Theon Grayjoy and he was going to enjoy it.

He betrayed Robb, he betrayed his family. A family who had often treated him, a prisoner better than they did Jon.

“Jon.” Theon says, his voice shaking with nervousness. He was a far cry from the person he knew at Winterfell, less cocky, less arrogant. He takes a few steps towards him. “I didn’t know you were here.” The coward wouldn’t even meet his eyes.

Of course. Jon thinks. If you’d known you would never shown your face.

He takes a deep breath, calming himself. You can’t kill him. He internally reminds himself.

“Sansa, is she all right?”

And something inside him snaps at the mention of her name.

Jon’s hands tighten on his shirt and he yanks him close enough where he can smell the fear rising off of him. “What you did for her,” He takes a steadying breath, “is the only reason I’m not killing you.” He notices Ser Davos out of the corner of his eye and he looks back at Theon, trying to resist the urge to strike him.

It wouldn’t do much good. Jon thinks as he shoves Theon away, he looks as if he’s pissed his pants at the sight of him. What more could he ask for really?

Ser Davos steps in, ever the peace maker, always there when his King needed him to delegate. “We heard your uncle attacked your fleet.” He begins. “We thought you were dead.”

“I should be.” Theon says and Jon resists the urge to nod in agreement with the statement.

“Your sister?” Davos asks.

“Euron has her.” Theon tells him with a pained expression. He looks to Jon as he begins to speak again. “I came to ask the Queen to help me get her back.”

“The Queen is gone.” Jon tells him, looking him in the eye as he speaks.

Theon, looking confused asks. “Where did she go?”

Jon looks back at Missandei, he wasn’t sure if he should tell him.

“She flew a dragon to The Reach, to avenge our armies.”

Theon looks at her, and then back at his small group of Iron born soldiers.

Missandei takes a step forward. “I will have rooms prepared for you and your men.” She says her voice thick with authority. “Please, follow me.”

The small group of men follow her, all of them eyeing Jon as they pass. After they are all on their way into the castle, Ser Davos steps in front of him and looks him in the eye. “That could have ended badly for you my King.”

“How so?”

“If you would have killed him, the Queens only living ally…”

Jon takes a deep breath. “I didn’t kill him did I?”

“You want to.” He tells him sternly. Ser Davos was a smart man, he caught on to things so easily. It was something Jon admired about the man, he could sense it the moment that he met him. He was a good and honest man, his father would have liked him.

He doesn’t disagree with him, Jon just looks out at the horizon, at the ship out there anchored now and the paddle boat that could take him out there to it. Dare he leave now, like this?

He wanted to.

But as Ser Davos had pointed out there were quite a lot of things that Jon Snow wanted to do that he couldn’t.

“We should get back to work Ser Davos, this Dragon glass won’t be mining itself, will it?” Jon tells him, making his way back towards the cave.

He shakes his head, following his King, but the older man can’t shake this feeling that his king is hiding something.

Jon busies himself with his task at hand, the true reason he decided to venture south in the first place. The one thing he hoped could aid him in defeating The Night King. He worried that all his efforts would be futile, that he would lose his home and his people while he was being held on this forsaken island.

Sure the queen hadn’t out right said he was his prisoner, but he knew he was. His life was on the line here and one wrong move could shift his safety.

Killing Theon could of gotten him killed.

“May I ask you a question Your Grace?”

Jon looks over his shoulder at Ser Davos, he wipes the sweat from his brow and steps away from the Dragon glass with his pickax still in his hand. “I have a feeling you will ask it anyway, Ser Davos.”

He nods, a slight smile on his weathered face. “Would you have killed Theon Grayjoy if I hadn’t stepped up there to stop you?”

Jon took a deep breath, reaching for the canteen of water near his feet. He took a long drink. “He saved my sister,”

Another nod. “And that was enough for you to spare him?”

Jon stares at him, he knew what he was getting at. It had been an issue that Davos tiptoed around before, one that Jon didn’t have the energy to speak on at the moment. He knew so many greater things were happening out there than his feelings for his sister.

Sister. He reminds himself of that title every second of every day, each time she crosses his mind. Sister. Nothing more, nothing less.

“Lady Stark is your top priority in most things.” Davos begins, “I worry you might let that cloud your judgment here, Your Grace.”

“My judgment on what?” He asks, looking around at the empty cave, there was so much work to be done and all the men the Queen had offered him were now off fighting in a war. He didn’t have time to talk.

Especially about this.

“It could all be solved, this bending the knee dilemma,”

Jon took another drink and then closed the container, letting it fall into the sand. “And how’s that?”

“I think you know where I am going with this, Your Grace.”

His eyes snap to his and Jon lets out a deep and agitated breath. “I cannot propose a marriage to placate the Queen. I will not-”

“Are you worried what Lady Stark will think?” He asks, his face even of expression but his voice held an air of teasing to it.

Jon turned away from him, suddenly angry again. He didn’t like feeling this way, and he hated that Davos was onto him. He thought he concealed it well enough. But it ebbed at him in the worst way, in the pit of his stomach like an ulcer.

His sister wasn’t really just his sister.

She was his life. She was his closest friend and confidant, she held within her small hands his cold heart. Sansa had given his second life meaning, she gave him purpose, she gave him something to fight for. And he loved her.

He loved her and needed her more than anything and anyone.

And Jon knew with certainty that he was doomed because of it.

He slammed the pickax into the glass and another chunk fell from the cave wall, another dagger, another sword to keep his people safe. To keep the entirety of Westeros safe, and Jon only hoped that it would be enough.

This, this was all he had time for now, there was no time for anything else.

Insidious (3)

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

Part 1 | Part 2


It’s been a week since I’ve been living in Kai’s house. In all honesty, I thought that I would have a lot to complain about by now, but I didn’t. It wasn’t as bad as I initially thought it would be.

I’ve been keeping my word. I don’t ask him unnecessary questions and have given him no reason to be suspicious of me. I prepare breakfast every morning and dinner every night. I clean to keep my mind off things and since his house is really big, it keeps me busy. I’ve started to feel sort of like a live-in maid, but I’d prefer that term than being labelled a hostage.

As much as I feel safe in this house from the other gang that apparently wants my head, it’s not ideal for me to stay here. I don’t want to live like this for very long.

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Modest Mouse (Clony)

“Modest Mouse.”

Prompt: Could you do insecure Clay and him thinking that Tony could do better but Tony tries to make him see/convince him otherwise?

Pairing: Clay x Tony (clony)
Count: 1065 Words.
Tags: insecure!Clay


It was a rarity to see any kind of fair in or around Clay’s town. But tonight, there was one. And Tony had become hell bent on getting Clay to go on a date with him. Tony had succeeded, and that was the Clay now stood surrounded by shirts and pants strewn haphazardly across the room. They resulted from Clay’s indecisiveness, and his desire to look as good as he possibly could. And while did sit there, self-consciously strewing over every detail of his outfit, he hadn’t managed to impress even himself. Before he could fret any longer, Tony’s signature knock echoed through the empty house. His parents were out, and he had no idea where.

Clay managed to make it to the door without dying, and opened it. Tony had traded in the old jacket for a tight-fitting blazer that seemed to hug his body in the perfect way. Clay could almost taste his dread. “Why do you have to look so good?”

“Hello to you too, handsome.” Tony smiles, leaning up to kiss Clay’s cheek.

“Hello.” Clay smiles, and wraps his arm around Tony’s shoulder. “Shall we?”

Tony smiles, his hand snaking around Clay’s waist. “We shall.” Tony’s mustang was parked on the street, but they passed it. They decided earlier in the day that it would be nicer to walk, considering it was just under ten minutes from Clay’s. “So, mister Jensen, how was your day?”

“My day was gooood. What about yours?” Clay smiles, and falls into pace with Tony.

“Well, funny story, I ran into your mum today.”

“Ugh… What happened?”

“Nothing, don’t worry. But we got to talking and…” While Tony talked, Clay did his best to listen. But in the back of his head, echoing in the forefront of his thoughts, the what did I do to deserve you? question repeated over and over and over and over.


They don’t run into anyone they know. Clay, however, was still distracted. He kept thinking about how much better Tony could be getting. And how there was an attractive guy, just across the field, who’d been checking Tony out for at least five minutes. There was the constant thought that Tony could be with someone more attractive, and more worth his time.

They spend the next twenty minutes in Sideshow Alley, blowing money on random games, and coming away with several stuffed animals and a new green hat.

After an hour, Tony dragged Clay behind a concrete block of buildings just outside the fairground, pushing Clay against the wall. He gently kissed the boy, and Clay’s stomach imploded. He smiled into the kiss, wrapping his arms around Tony’s smaller neck. While in that moment, his insecurities seemed like specks of dust floating in the vast nothingness of space, there was a nagging in the back of his head. But that feeling changed as soon as Tony’s hand touched his chest. For a moment, it felt like a forbidden romance, a Romeo and Romeo. Their kisses were sloppy, and hurried. But they were worth it.


They’d managed to make it home, after Tony got several drinks for them through his brother. Being slightly intoxicated wasn’t a bad thing. It wasn’t like Tony wasn’t already the bold one of the relationship, but tonight, it was different. They’d barely made it into Clay’s bedroom, the stuffed animals dropped mercilessly at the front door, before Tony begun undressing them. Their lips stay connected, managing to get everything but shirt and underwear off before taking a breath.

“Is this okay?” Tony asks, pulling away for a moment. He still stays sitting in between Clay’s legs, but waits for a reply.

“Yeah. Yes, yeah please.” Clay smiles. Tony’s eyes flicker between Clay’s, and he can see the hesitance.

“What’s wrong?” Tony mutters, cupping Clay’s cheek.

“Nothing. It’s nothing.” Clay shakes his head, leaning in to kiss Tony.

Tony pulls his face away. “Clay. Don’t lie to me, love.”

It takes a moment of consideration, a deep breath, and a quiet sigh. “I just, don’t know whether this is what you want. If I’m what you want.” Clay clears his throat at the end of his sentence, and sits back.

“Clay. You’re the only person I’ve ever wanted.”

“You dated Brad and Ryan.” Clay huffs, eyeing Tony.

“And there was a reason it didn’t work out. We never got this far. And they never won me a stuffed animal.” Tony grins at his conclusion, gently kissing Clay’s chin. He guides the taller boy backward, kissing his neck. “I like the way you laugh.” He props himself up on his elbow, and traces his fingers down Clay’s chest. “I like your body. And your face. I like the way you smell, and sing terribly. I like the way lose yourself in your work. I like the way you hold me. I like the way you make me feel.” Clay closes his eyes, letting Tony’s words drift over him. “I like the way you’re sensitive, and conscious.” Tony smiles, kissing Clay’s clothed chest.

“I’m none of those things.” Clay mutters under his breath.

Tony frowns. “You really don’t see it?”

Clay shakes his head. “No! I don’t. And it terrifies me that you’re going to find someone more attractive, and smarter and nicer than me.”

“I know that nothing I say can help right now, besides that you’re very hot and I was willing to have sex with you like three minutes ago. But… if you trust me, than trust that I wouldn’t leave you. Period.” Tony smiles, straddling Clay’s thighs. “Now. Why don’t we make some food, and watch that new Adam Sandler movie?”

“Food, yes. Adam Sandler? No. I’m not nearly drunk enough to sit through one of those.”

“I wish I could say I was joking.” Tony giggled, which for him was a low. “Or, we could sit up here, maybe make out a little, then fall asleep and wake up and pretend we don’t remember tonight and have one of those ‘oh god did we fuck’ moments even though we clearly remember falling asleep?”

“I’m sold on the latter option.” Clay grins, his breath becoming shallow, as Tony’s hand travel farther down his body.

“By the way… you’re either extremely modest or just ridiculous. You’re hot.”

“Guess I’m a modest mouse.” Clay smiles.


“It’s a movie reference of a reference of a band.”

“Is that your best attempt at talking dirty, Jensen?”

“Oh no. But this is…”

Late Nights

pairing: wen junhui x reader
word count: 1.5k+
genre: ceo!au; fluff(?)
a/n: ahhh, i promise i write more than jun, my cousin likes to give me ideas for him because he’s her bias. my next one won’t be jun, promise!! please request anything!

Good impressions were everything in business, and you were told something very similar to this every day as the assistant of a CEO. His name was Wen Junhui, and his company was internationally known. The business had its flaws, but it was all down to him to make sure things were running smoothly. Usually this means late nights for him, and well… You couldn’t just leave your boss stranded, right?  Without complaints, you would stay behind with him, helping him achieve his goals for the night, maybe even going into early hours of the morning.

Tonight was one of those nights.

The clock struck twelve, the clock on Junhui’s desk beeping quietly to notify him of the digital numbers chancing to represent a new day. He preferred not to have the clock face him while working late. All he needed was to get work done, and if working through the twilight hour is what it meant to get it done, he would do it. At this moment, a yawn escaped his lips, leaning back on his office chair. You looked up to him, biting your lip as you did. For some reason, he always insisted upon you sitting on the couches in his office and spreading your work over the coffee table, claiming it would be more comfortable for you to work, unlike at your desk.

But those were just excuses, weren’t they? Wen Junhui, as much as he didn’t want to admit it… He was lonely, and you were the only company he had, despite you being paid to be in said position.  He was a young man still, a bright future ahead of him. Yet, because of this, he had to push everyone close to him away at a young age. After all, he was the one who inherited his father’s business, and the group that the company was involved in was closely tied to his father. Simply put, he didn’t have anyone his age to be with. You couldn’t help but smile to him as he rose from his seat. You stood as well, following his slim figure with your eyes until he took a seat next to you.

“There’s nothing better than the stillness of the building after hours,” he said quietly, gesturing for you to sit down as he did. You nodded, taking a seat once more on the loveseat in his office. As you reached out to collect your laptop and work once more, Junhui reached out to your hands, pushing them away from the device. This is when you realized that he had closed his own at his desk, your eyes widening in surprise as you looked over to him. You rested your hands in your lap now.

“Sorry for keeping you this late so often nowadays, Y/N.” The words left his mouth, regret coating his voice as he spoke. “My employees should be well-rested so they can do the job, yet that’s never the case with you. You always stay late with me.”

At this moment, you could feel your eyes getting heavy, and you looked away to blink rapidly to wake yourself up, but just after you would shake your head in denial. “Oh, don’t worry about it, Mr. Wen,” you say quickly, smiling a little in hopes to console him at least a bit. “I’m not the least bit tired.” Even if it was far from the truth, you were meant to make him feel better, right?

Junhui then took your hands into his, looking from your hands to your face, as if he was looking for something. “Listen, I need you to function. You’re the only reason I haven’t gone insane yet from running this business of my father’s. So please tell me when you’re tired. I know when you are anyways, so please rest.”

You slowly nodded to him, looking from him to the alarm clock on his desk, the digital numbers reading 12:19 AM now. “I just have a few things to finish up,” you say quickly, and he nodded.

“Tell me when you’re finished, I’ll drop you home today,” he replied.

You pulled your hands away from his, a small smile still remaining on your face. “Thank you, Mr. Wen but my car is here—“

“Then I’ll pick you up tomorrow morning too. I wouldn’t mind seeing you all day if I could.”

This caused you to blush, picking up your laptop to work once more. “Is that okay? With workplace policies and everything…”

Junhui simply smiled at you, glad that you think those things through before saying yes to him. “There’s no need to worry about that. The CEO picking up the CEO’s assistant is a normal thing to occur, if I’m being honest.”

You had already begun typing away, an email to a client overseas. “If you say there’s no need to worry, then okay. Just don’t want any rumours about it!”

You looked up to him with a smile, appreciative of the fact that he would drop you off and pick you up. It wasn’t a very common thing to happen between the two of you, but it was nice, you would admit that. Every time you come into the situation itself, you would double check if the work policies have changed at all.

But of course if that happened, you would probably be one of the first informed to read through it and run it over with the directors of the company. You finished writing the email, hit send and closed your laptop. Heaving a sigh of relief, you looked up to Junhui who was simply scrolling through his phone, probably answering emails that way as well.

“Mr. Wen, I’m ready to go!” you exclaimed as soon as you put your laptop in your carrying case and your phone in your purse once more. You stood up, smoothing out your skirt, Junhui doing so as well, with his tie. He picked up his briefcase and looked at his watch before placing his hand in his pocket as he joined you.

“Shall we, fine lady?” he asked with a smile. You nodded in response, making a face at his comment. You were just glad to have such a kind boss.

You both walked to the elevator, it being a quiet ride to the main floor where there was parking spaces outside. You felt a bit strange following your boss out to his car, and not getting in your own but it would be rude to turn down the offer at this point. You smiled as he held open the passenger door for you, closing it for you as you settled in your seat. He sat down in the driver’s seat by the time you clicked in your seatbelt, another kind smile from him as he did so with his own.

The drive to your apartment was a quiet one, filled with the music playing through the Bluetooth features of his phone and the car. Junhui hummed along with the songs playing through his music app, probably his personal playlist whenever he had the time to just sit and lounge for a little while in his home.

Yet somehow the drive… It seemed so short, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to be with and see your boss more often than you already did. Your heart skipped a beat as his hand landed on yours, a gentle smile on his face.

“See you tomorrow morning! Don’t keep your phone on silent,” he exclaimed, almost as if he was excited to pick you up the next day. You nodded respectfully.

“Thank you, Mr. Wen—“ But before you could continue, you were cut off by his words.

“I never understood why you call me that. I know I’m your boss, but we don’t need to be this formal. Junhui. No one calls me by my name now other than my mother, so I would like it if you could. Please call me Junhui.”

“O-Okay,” you said slowly, the warm smile on his face still, almost startling you. It had never faded. “Thank you, Mr. Junhui for dropping me off. I’ll see you tomorrow morning, sorry if I cause you any trouble because of this.” You smile to him, getting out of the car with your belongings. You turned back, waving to him as he left, a smile on your face as well.

As soon as you had climbed the stairs to your apartment on the third floor of your building, you opened the door quickly, getting inside before letting out a big breath and leaning against the door. “Oh my god, I can’t believe that just happened.”

The next morning, you made sure to look even better than you normally did, fixing your makeup and fair up until the moment you heard the knock at your door.  You ate the last bite of your breakfast, collecting your things, putting on your shoes and opening the door for him. “Ah, Mr. Junhui!”

“Good morning, Y/N! You’re looking good! Are you ready?”

“Oh, thank you! Yes, I am!”

Your perky attitude was contagious it seemed, causing there to be a day filled with sweets and fun for the two of you, along with many more days like this to come. All from a little late night drive with Junhui.

Future Kids 3: 01

pairing: hoseokxreader
length: 993 words
genre: fluff
summary: a series of drabbles in which all the boys have kids. 
comments: it’s a day late, but happy birthday hoseok! 

hoseok | yoongi | seokjin | namjoon | jimin | jungkook | taehyung

Originally posted by jengkook

“Eomma, I want to sing happy birthday to appa when he calls.” Your daughter smiles brightly coming into the room. She pulls herself up onto the bed sitting next to her little brother, her 2-year-old brother who was soundly asleep next to you. Every now and then you would run your fingers through his soft hair just to make sure he was still there.

“But baby I don’t think appa will be calling until later. You’ll be tired and grumpy in the morning.” You really didn’t want your daughter to be staying up late, it was almost already 9 in the evening. All fan meetings and concerts were unpredictable about time, Hoseok could be calling you 5 minutes from now or 5 hours from now.

“Appa said I could before he left.” Your daughter pouted at you reminding you of Hoseok’s face that went into a shape of ‘ㅅ when he was angry. She was just like him, you couldn’t help but smile at her as she pulled that face to get her own way.

“Okay, you can sing happy birthday to him.”

Two hours had gone by and you were still waiting for Hoseok’s call, well you weren’t on the laptop just for that reason. You had also been doing work and looking through news articles anything to keep your mind busy. “Eomma… when is appa coming?” You looked down to your droopy eyed daughter, she was already rubbing her eyes. She was ready to sleep.

“I don’t know baby… eomma already told you this.” You whisper, you spoke to her in a gentle and soothing voice because there wasn’t any point in trying to tell her off. She just missed her father, it was understandable. Hoseok was here for everything he could possibly be involved in, she was just upset when he had to leave for long periods of time. “Go to sleep and I’ll wake you up when he calls.” Her small pink lips turned into a frown, but she didn’t disobey because she was already falling into dream land.

You were too falling asleep when it came to waiting up for Hoseok, but the loud noise of your laptop startled you. Accepting the call, you tapped your daughter. “I kept you up… I’m sorry. I should have called from the stadium so you didn’t have to stay up.” Hoseok sighs a little. If had called from the stadium though he wouldn’t of gotten to speak to you for long or alone. You smiled softly at him, “How are the kids?”

Your daughter opened her eyes then sitting up slowly, “They’re okay. D/N wanted to sing happy birthday to you, but she fell asleep. Well she’s awake now.” You look to her pulling her to the computer screen so she could see Hoseok. Her face lit up without a hesitation when she saw him.

“Appa!” Her sleepy self whispered.

“Have you been waiting long for me?” Hoseok asks, “I heard that you wanted to sing happy birthday to me, shall we sing it together.” Your daughter nodded her head rubbing her eyes, on the count of three all 3 of you started to sing happy birthday to Hoseok.

“Come back soon.” Your daughter whispers before she fell back to sleep on your arm, you smiled at her knowing that she was missing her father; you missed him as well. 

“Sleep well.” Hoseok mutters to you daughter, a smile falling onto his face hoping that he would be able to come home to celebrate his actual birthday. It just depended on flights now and whether he could get one, of course this would be a surprise to all of you. “You need to rest too.” Hoseok whispers.

“I know.” You smile back at him, his caring words always made you feel easy. “She’s right, come back soon. I love you.” You tell him, he knew very well that you loved him. He loved you too, he was glad he had asked you to marry him. If it wasn’t for Yoongi setting him up on a blind date with you, who knows where he would be right now.

“I love you too, sleep well.” Hoseok ended the video call on you dozing off on the webcam, he was happy that he was able to speak to you before he got onto the plane. It meant you wouldn’t be worrying about his whereabouts because he didn’t want to ruin the surprise.

As you woke up in the morning, you expected your son to be jumping on top of you. Telling you to wake up so he could watch tv before he had breakfast, but strangely he wasn’t. Turning over, what startled you was Hoseok right there, his arm resting on your waist. You weren’t dreaming right? He wasn’t supposed to be home until the weekend.

“You’re awake.” He whispers.

“You aren’t meant to be here until the weekend.” You reply but all the more glad he was here in front of you, he pulled you into his arms. Kissing you on the head before he told you the reason he had come home early.

“I’m a surprise, my birthday gift to you.” Hoseok smiles. The surprise was more than you expected, how could your news top his surprise.  

“This isn’t fair, my gift isn’t equally as good as yours.” You sat up in bed so you turn to face him pouting a little, Hoseok returns with a chuckle and sat up also.

“I’m sure it isn’t. What is it?”  

“We’re pregnant.” It was a surprise to you too, but it happened. You were going to become a family of five, Hoseok wrapped his arms around you. He was crying tears of happiness and he couldn’t be any more thankful because this was a birthday gift he had always wanted to receive and you had given it to him. But to him also, his family was the best birthday gift he could ever receive.

Control Ch. 5

Phew, I can’t believe it’s out after all the crack posts from last night, this was so hard to write… anyway, throw me in that angst pit, gurl…this story is taking a whole new turn next week!

Hope you all like this, though!

“And what are C & R’s expectations with this new project, Mr. Han?”

“Well, I found out recently that cats are almost idolized in the internet. If you look at Youtube’s most watched videos of the day, there’s always at least one with a cat. So creating a cat social media, a space when cat lovers and cats can exchange experiences, felt natural and following what’s trending along the virtual space.”

“I see. C & R has been releasing more and more cat projects each month. Is there a special reason for that?”

“No particular reason. I just like to engage the company on fulfilling and entertaining projects.”

“Alright. Now let’s move on to some more personal questions, shall we?” Ugh… we shall not! “How do you see personal relationships in a work environment?”

“I try not to be too strict, since I believe worker’s productivity is not directly correlated with their personal relationships.”

“Interesting. So you believe that’s why RFA has been doing such a great job at hosting fundraisers and parties even with the end of your engagement?” Yes, Jumin knew exactly that’s where this reporter was trying to get.

“RFA isn’t only about me or the guest’ coordinator. It’s a work with a team formed by seven members. My personal relationships or… past personal relationships don’t really influence our work here.”

“And what about C & R? I heard she’s working here as an intern for publicity?”

“Yes, the agency I’m interning at has this project when we’re assigned to work for a few weeks in a real company, with real marketing and publicity campaigns. And C & R should be praised for engaging in this kind of project that allows internships on experiencing the work market at its fullest.” Your voice can finally be heard in the business room you set for the reporter to have an exclusive with C & R’s director.

Jumin doesn’t even look at you, but he knows what you’re trying to do. He wants to believe the reason you’re changing the subject is to do your job as a PR and put C & R in the spotlight rather than some employee’s personal life. Or… maybe you’re trying to avoid being in the spotlight yourself. Either way, you two are on the same side, at least for now.

“Yes, and I would like to talk more about C & R’s projects like this partnership with universities.” He says stoically.

“We can, later on. But right now, why don’t we talk more about personal matters? What do you have to say about rumors about your sexuality rising again after the end of your engagement?”

“I’ve never heard about those rumors.” Yes… he heard. But he cared for them as much as he did before you came along. The only difference was the constant reminder of you in his life.

“Well, there are rumors about you being gay, that’s why it didn’t work.”

“That’s not true.” He doesn’t need to look back to know you took you eyes out of the notes you were writing to pay attention on him. “I…”

“Mr. Han’s sexuality isn’t relevant on C & R’s projects. But since we’re on that topic, you should know C & R is one of the pioneer companies in the country implementing LGBTQ friendly guidelines, such as expanding benefits and health insurance to same gender couples and offering paying internships for transgender people. You can find more about it in an upcoming website we’re preparing.”

“Interesting, but…”

“I think you have enough material for a great story, and your editor will probably agree with me. Tell him MC sends regards.”

“Do you know my boss?”

“He’s a pretty famous editor, isn’t he? I think everybody knows him. Still… don’t forget to send him my regards, okay?” you smile sweetly. Jumin wonders how many fake smiles like this you can give on a day. How many of them were reserved just for him? “Well, your time is up.”

“Can I just have a few more questions?”

“Can he, Mr. Han?” you ask, looking straight at him. The way you address him as Mr. Han gives him an electric shiver.

“I’m afraid not. I have some business matters to go over right now.”

The reporter nods, getting up of his chair. Jumin notices how he quickly glances at you, waiting for you to walk him to the door. Oh… another fool impressed by your true cordiality and fake sweetness. Another idiot expecting too much from a woman who can’t give nothing more than lies and persuasive smiles.

“Why do I think the last part of that interview won’t be published due to some editor’s conflict of interest?” he asks you.

“Because you think too much. You’re thinking when you should be thanking me on saving your ass and bringing C & R to the 21st century with the LGBTQ guidelines. You’re welcome.”

“Is the editor your client, MC?” he asks, getting up and watching as you gather your tablet and notebook, getting ready to head out of the room.

“The list of my clients is a confidential matter that has nothing to do with RFA and this internship. So I see no point in talking about it. Now… can we talk about my performance as a PR so I can fill out this form and send to my boss?”

“I swear I have no idea what your boss was thinking when she assigned you to intern here.” He sighs, rubbing his eyes with his index and thumb.

“Me neither. But since it can’t be helped, we should extend your little promise on acting professional and not getting in the way of my work to this internship too.”

Oh… did you really have to mention that day when you cornered him in that hallway? The images from that day pop in his head, making him feel what he could describe probably as disgust. At himself, mostly. He signs the fill out form quickly and hands to you, catching a glimpse of a soft smile, maybe a true one? How many of these were directed only to him?

“Thank you. Oh, and if you need someone to work on that website I mentioned, I know someone who can help.”


“Hum… I was thinking about someone from college, but yeah… I guess you can ask Seven if it suits you.”

“Oh, I bet he suits you much better.” Your eyes lock to him. The same look he gave you after you slapped him in the break up night.

“And by that, you mean…?”

“I saw you two in his car after we… talked during that RFA gathering. It’s none of my business who you choose to lay down with, but…”

What is he talking about? Oh… that night, yeah…


“Don’t worry, I mean ride as in a lift… in my car.”

“Yes, I got it. My mind is not that much in the gutter, Seven.”

“Ouch! Okay… so uhm… are you okay?” that’s controversial…

“Yes. Why?”

“Just making sure you understood my reasons on voting for you to stay, even though it was against you will.”

“It’s fine. You just reminded I need to see thing in the bigger picture. Jumin and I are… insignificant comparing to what RFA can do for people. Thank you for stopping me and my selfish actions.”

“Don’t mention it. And you and Jumin aren’t insignificant, but I’m glad you two talked.”

“Well, uhm… to be honest, we didn’t talk much, but I guess you can say we find the common ground.”

“What do you mean, you didn’t talk? You were talking before I got here and right now, weren’t you?”

“Not exactly. We, uhm… had… sex?” yeah, that moment in the bathroom doesn’t really count as sex…

“Oh… oh, okay. Are you… are you okay? I mean… were you okay with…? Did you want or…?” oh god, what is he trying to insinuate.

“Yes, Seven. I… it was very… rough, but he didn’t… force himself on me or anything.” Maybe more on the other way around?

“Good. So I won’t judge, then.”

“Thank you. I know you never do, even when you… found out about…”

“You being a domme? Yeah… won’t judge either, it’s not like I have the most regular job in this group either, right?”

“I guess… thank you, Seven. I… must say I really misjudged you when I showed up in the chat room.”

“I’m pretty sure you didn’t. But don’t worry about that, MC. I’m just trying to make sure everything is bearable for you since none of this is your fault.”

“Well, it is sort of my fault. I shouldn’t have been naïve and trusted that hacker…”

“Ah yeah, the hacker…” he looks away as he is remembering something. “Anyway, can I drive you home?”

“No, thanks. I… I have another place to be at.”

“I see. Have a good day at work, then.” He smiles as he gets inside his car.


“I know I don’t owe you any explanation, but I didn’t even get inside his car that night.”

“I don’t really care, MC. You said yourself that there is no pointing on talking about subjects that don’t concern your internship or RFA.” He feels like smirking as he sees your frustrated expression, he really got you right now, didn’t he? “Just make sure you don’t break another RFA member’s heart with your lies and slaps when he founds about your little ‘job’ ” Again, the air quoting…

“Okay, you need to stop doing that. It is my job, not my ‘job’, okay? I paid for my studies with that, I paid for my house with that, I was going to pay for my wedding dress with that!”

“Things I would be more than glad to pay for you.”

“Yeah, take away my financial independence and what’s next, Jumin? Controlling what I can buy? What I can wear? What I can have? Controlling me? Like you were trying to do when you… trapped me?”

“I see we’re still fighting like six months ago and can’t pass through that.”

“Yes, I guess not.”

“Fair enough. Just answer me this, please.”


“Were you really planning on paying for the dress of our wedding with the filthy money you make out of hurting editors and corporate heirs?”

Unbelievable… he is unbelievable. For months you regretted and thought about what could you have done differently, that slap… the way you basically accusing him of wanting to hold you as hostage or something… right now, you regret everything you did from the beginning… like falling in love with him, in the first place.

Your phone rings, taking you aback. You clear your throat, realizing your voice as almost braking like you were about to cry. Cry for this man you’re no even sure you know anymore, so how everything he says make you feel this heavy pain?

“Seven, hi! Yeah, uhm… yes, I’m about to leave, actually. Really? Okay… I would love a ride, then. Okay, see you in ten minutes.” You gather your stuff. “The dress was the last thing I was buying with that money, I was going to retire from domming after we’d get married. See you tomorrow, Mr. Han.” and you smile as you walk out of the room.

Jumin contemplates the loneliness and silence after you leave. Yes… he was used to being lonely for most of his life, but there is a huge difference in being lonely by his own choice, and being lonely because somebody left him.

You left him. You left him that night, and you left him today, but you couldn’t just snap at him or humiliate him making him almost cum with the simple brushing of your fingers against his pants, no… you had to remark how he hurt you. How hurt you are, just as much as him.

And this was very cruel of you.

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Stuck in the Cage (With You)

Originally posted by supernatural-squadd

“You heard me just fine. My soul for Sam’s. Easy switcher-oo.” You clenched your jaw, impatient with how long the archangel was taking to think about the deal you were offering. Dean needed Sam back, you could see it. You weren’t as good of a hunter and both of your older brothers always tried to protect you, leaving room for silly mistakes to be made.  

Michael finally answered, “Fine.”

For as long as he took to make a decision he sure didn’t take his time to take action. Your ears popped and everything went black.

A boot nudged your ribs and you sat up to find yourself surrounded by thick, metal bars, looking up at the pure blue eyes of Lucifer himself.

“The youngest Winchester, how interesting.”

Keep reading


A/N: Soooo, I did a thing. I just finished reading American Assassin(Dylan’s potential new movie) and I was inspired. I know this is a little different then the norm. But I promise it’ll be worth it. Also, I want to put in a

WARNING: (which I don’t do usually, but need to for this particular imagine): This implies gun use and blood, and also talks about terrorist and mistreatment of women. I wouldn’t recommend this if you are easily triggered. Again, this is based off the book American Assassin, and all that is what the book involves. And my usual warning, I have proof read this BUT it is late so it’s not perfectly perfect. I’m going to try to have workspace up by Tuesday, before anyone asks. (: So with that said, love ya babes.

He sat in the very back corner booth of the diner, holding his white porcelain coffee mug with one hand as he gazed out of the large window that over looked the bustling street outside. He’s been there most of the morning, just sitting, drinking, and gazing. Terry was attentive to him, refilling his coffee every so often without him asking. He acknowledged her with a polite nod of his head and perfunctory smile. It was obvious that he was American. Although he’d gone to great lengths to appear otherwise. His skin was tanned, not from a tanning bed but more from being somewhere that saw a lot of sun. Like Africa or here, in the Middle East. His hair was a faded black, revealing that it wasn’t his natural colour. He was handsome, very handsome now that I looked at him longer. His eyes stood out against his tawny complexion. Even from behind the bar style counter where I stood cleaning, I could see them. They were a warm yellowish brown, an unusual colour. One that I’ve definitely never seen before. He took another sip of coffee without looking away from the window. I watched him until he set the mug back down on the dark wood table. I stretched my neck across the counter to get a better view of the window. I couldn’t see anything worth looking at. There were merchants outside selling goods, and tiny cars driving along dirt ridden roads. But nothing else that warranted such attention.


“Order up!” Marvin sang from the kitchen as he slid a plate of eggs and bacon through the serving window.

“Where’s it going, Marv?” I asked, grabbing the plate and balancing on my hand.

“Uhh, table…three.” He read off the receipt he’d just pulled from the few others that hung on his side of the window.

Table three? That was the mystery man. I never saw Terry take his order.

“Table three?” I questioned looking over my shoulder at the man who still hadn’t moved.

Marv nodded absentmindedly as he flipped a burger on the flattop.

“But I don’t know if he-”

“Look girl, he’s been sittin’ there for five hours with nothin’ but coffee ta drink. The kid could use a meal.” His accent was thick as he spoke. It was a strange sound hearing a Turkish man feign a southern American accent.

I asked no more questions as I headed over to the mysterious stranger in his back corner. As I came closer to him, I noticed his slight muscular build. He was wearing a short sleeve olive green v-neck that accentuated his muscly arms and was tight around his pectorals. He couldn’t have been more than twenty two or twenty three, but he looked more aged then that. Especially with his facial hair. He had a landscaped scruff that didn’t quite qualify as a beard. Again, I admired how handsome he was: all tan, muscles, and peculiar.

I made it to the table and set down the plate the glass hitting the hard wood with a knock.

“Bacon and eggs.” I announced triumphantly with a smile.

“I didn’t order that.” He said curtly, his eyes never leaving the glass plane.

“Oh, I-I know. I, um, well Marv told me to-”

“Thanks.” He interrupted my stumbling with same shortness of his tone.

Jeez, what a jerk! I thought to myself.

“Okay?” I frowned and turned to walk away.

Americans! They’re so rude. Which is why I left the place. I hadn’t meant to end up in Turkey, more specifically Istanbul, it just happened. My father had spent most of his adult life in the military, so I was no stranger to packing up a leaving at a drop of a hat. We lived in Istanbul for about three weeks before we moved to England. But I never forgot this place. It was rustic and old, but rich with history. In school you learn about the wonders of Paris and Rome. Somehow, though, we are deprived of places like Budapest and Istanbul.

I rounded the corner of the bar reentering it and grabbed the towel I was once using to clean the counter. I ducked under to grab a bottle filled with soap and water. When I reemerged, I snuck a quick glance at the rude stranger. Terry was refilling his cup once again but as I exited the bar to clean empty tables, I noticed her lingering. I tried not to stare, failing miserably. She was there for a few seconds longer before leaving, stuffing two or three fifty dollar bills in her apron a smile adorning her face. She walked past me raising her eyebrows at me, and I knew that meant she’d tell me later.

I shook my head and smiled at the older women. She always got the best tips, but never that much. Was this stranger some sort of millionaire? I dared another glance at the man. This time I could see him without hindrance, but strangely his eyes were fixed in my direction. It was surprising and unsettling. Meer minutes before that guy was dismissing me, now his eyes were trained on me. Assessing me. He was still too far to see exactly what he was looking at in regards to me, but before I could act his head whipped back to the window. He examined the outside for a whole second, leaned in closer, and finally seeing what he’d been looking for all morning. He scooted from his booth and exited the diner, the little bell above the door ringing as he did. I walked to the window quickly after him to see what he’d seen, but nothing looks different. Same street merchants, same little cars. I search for the mysterious man, but he was gone. I couldn’t help feel a pang of sadness in my gut. He was handsome and young, two things we didn’t get in this tiny diner very often. Hell, in Istanbul even. I sighed, scolding myself for not having more game or sense for that matter.

I moved from the window to his table clearing it of its remains, when I noticed a small piece of paper folded underneath his plate of untouched bacon and eggs. I unfolded it and read the scribbled handwriting:

The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?

I reread the note a couple more times. I was familiar with the Edgar Allen Poe quote, but I couldn’t understand the significance of this particular quote. This man was mysterious. I turned the note over to the back. On it was an address,

Suada, Galatasaray Adası, Kuruçeşme

Suada was a popular night club in Istanbul. It was the Paris of night clubs. Very prominent people attended this club. The rich, the powerful, and the dangerous. I’d gone often here with friends but they usually left with some of said rich, powerful, dangerous men. I wasn’t as easy though. That lifestyle did not appeal to me. Suada did have the best music in the city it just so happens. Which is the only reason I’ve continued to go back.

I looked over my shoulder and out the window once again. Maybe he’d be there. Maybe I could have another chance at talking to him.

“Here.” Terry said making me jump. I whirled my head to her and she had a fifty dollar bill in her hand extended toward me. I met her eyes with confusion ridden on my face.

“That guy told me to give this to you.” She smirked with a shrug.

“But I barely helped him.”

She shook her head at me. “He told me specifically to give this to you. Said that you were very kind to him.”

What the fuck?

I took the bill from her, baffled.

Terry walked away, a noticeable spring in her step. I turned my attention back to the fifty crumbled in my hand. I had a friend once that used to have this saying, ‘Twice is coincidence, three times is a pattern.“ That saying resonated with me.

1. Him staring
2.His note he left with the address
3. The fifty dollar bill

I might just be imagining it, but those seemed a lot like reasons to go tonight. It was a pattern directing me to him. I rolled my eyes at the thought. There’s no way this hot guy, who could have anyone mind you, would be so cryptic in asking me out on a date. But, as I thought more about it I decided it couldn’t hurt just to see, right?

And then my mind was made,

I would go to Suada tonight.

Per usual, the place was crowed. Along the walls were boothed seating areas where the rich and powerful set up for the night. They were mostly very big hairy Turkish and Islamic men with skinny desperate girls in too small dresses on either side of them. The middle of all that was the dance floor, where people like me populated. There was a large bar upstairs, that could be seen from down below. It was a dimly lit place with occasional wall lighting but mostly strobe lights and dancing coloured lights.

I spotted him upstairs from where I stood on the dance floor, leaning against railing surrounding the bar. He was wearing a leather jacket with a black shirt underneath and dark wash jeans. His hair was styled in a messy way, which actually made him look a lot more put together then he did earlier. I saw a drink in his hand with a clear liquid, but I had an inkling there wasn’t alcohol in the glass. I pushed my way through the hot and compact sea of bodies to the stairs just off the left. I climbed up my heels clanking against the metal incline. He was still in the same position as I approached him. I stood next to him, also leaning against the cool steel of the rails supporting myself on my forearms.

“Fancy seeing you here.” He said before taking another swig from his glass.

I smiled. “I found so many reasons to come.”

“You don’t say?” He replied sardonically.

I looked over at him and saw a ghost of a smile on his lips that he tried to hide with another tip of his drink. Like before in the diner, his eyes were trained on something. It looked as if he was looking at the dancers below but his expression told otherwise. He was focused and systematic, eyebrows furrowed.

“You look good.” He said still not looking at me.

I blushed knowing he wouldn’t really notice, but was determined to answer back wittily.

“Some hotshot tipped my fifty bucks today, so I thought I’d put it to good use.”

The mystery man laughed. A hearty genuine laugh, making me smile again.

“What’s your name?” I asked finally.

For some reason, this caught his attention and he turned his head to me, brows knitted together. He looked at me as if considering something then discarded the thought.

“Dan.” He said without hesitation, and I almost believed him. But something in the flatness of the tone and the obvious non-attachment to the name told me he was lying.

“Well Dan,” I started, my tone letting him know I did not for a second think that was actually his name. “Wanna dance?”

“I don’t really dance.” He said coolly, directing his attention back to the dance floor.

I was starting to get the impression I may have misinterpreted the so called messaged is thought he’d left for me. I mean the address told me he was most likely going to be here and the rest is just made up in my head. I took a long gaze at him wanting him to break the uncomfortable tension that was building up between us. When he didn’t, I took that as the signal to go. Embarrassed couldn’t begin to describe how I felt at that moment and not want to bother ‘Dan’ any longer, I turned and headed for the bar to load up on the drinks I would undoubtedly need to drown how mortified I actually was.

I’m rocking my hips to the beat,





I can’t remember how I got here or for how long. I’m only aware of the thudding rhythm moving my body. My head feels heavy, and there’s only swirling faces around me twisting and meshing into each other. Suddenly though, I feel two big meaty hands on my waist. They move up and down, and then around to my backside. They seem to be one with my body at first, because I don’t notice them. They are an extension of myself. But I begin to remember where my own hands are and that the ones now gliding slowly to my breast, aren’t the ones connected to my wrists. I screw up my face in confusion watching the hands almost touch the underneath of my bosom, until I stop them. Clumsily, I turn around to see a man about my height with dark eyes and a crooked nose smiling at me. His long black beard matched his slick back hair, and he smelled of liquor, smoke, and obnoxious cologne. He says my name, but my drunken haze makes me unable to place him.

“It’s me,” he slurs. “Au Bu.”

I recall the name now. He’s a soldier with a Islamic terrorist ring. Something very common in here in Istanbul. He’s one of the higher ups. He’s always here at Suada, feeling up all the pretty girl. He waves money and expensive bottles of alcohol at them and they cave to his every whim. He’s tried on several accounts to sway me, but has always been unsuccessful.

Tonight is a very rare occasion where I’ve allowed myself, due to being an emotional girl, to become grossly inebriated. To my misfortune, it hasn’t gone unnoticed.

“Au Bu?” I copy, pretending not to recognise him. He’s stronger than me, and his hands have freed themselves from my grip and are wandering once again.

“Oh come now. You know who I am.” He says cockily.

I try but am unable to stop his hands.

“S-stop.” I stutter and my fear is sobering.

“Now now. You’ve denied me so many times. I think it’s time to change your mind.” One hand grazes my breasts before it races to my neck and clutches it tightly. My hands instantly reach up to claw at the hand around my throat. I’m coughing and gaging and my vision is darkening at the edges. You’d think in a crowded club, that someone might notice a girl being chocked unconscious by a big burly man. But in this town, woman that are not married are equal to dogs. Treated however, whomever sees fit. My lungs burn from lack of air, and I think I might pass out until suddenly I meet the ground, hitting it hard. My vision is just gradually becoming less cloudy. There’s a ringing in my ears that I hadn’t noticed before, but it’s fading. In my returning sight, I can see a swarm of people all heading for the door. A few people remain though all facing me. One of them is Au Bu, and he’s holding a long shiny object in his hands. I don’t understand what they’re doing or what they have pointed at me Then I squint, because I see a few steps in front of me are a set of legs. They are covered by dark jeans but I can see how lean they are despite being covered.

What happens next happens fast. Three bodies hit the floor, what I think is simultaneously but after a forethought I realize they were one right after the other. But they were hit quick, so quick it seemed to happening all at once. A dark liquid spills out from various points in each of their bodies. My head is screaming at me to move, to run. But I’m drunk and still recovering from being almost chocked out. I’m weak. My mind can not comprehend what’s happening or what it is I’m seeing. It yearns for rest and my eye lids are becoming heavy. The pair of legs in front of me are turning, now facing me. My stomach lurches, afraid I may receive the same fate as Au Bu and the other men. Warm hands curl under me and pull me up into strong arms. One is around my back and the other under my legs. I lazily wrap my arms around the neck of the stranger and nuzzle into their chest. It’s hard, but not uncomfortable. I inhale and smell cigarettes and mint. A tell tale sign of a smoker covering up the fact they smoke. I don’t recognise the smell, so I’m sure I don’t know this person. I can tell we’ve started walking because I can feel the slight bounce of my body with each step. I want to see my rescuer, to be sure he is in fact rescuing me. My sight is still blurry but some how through it, I can see a warm yellowish brown pair of eyes. It’s a very unusual colour. But one I’ve seen before.

anonymous asked:

Hey, I'm new to the supergirl fandom and I've seen there's a lot of hate on Mon El and Karamel and honestly, I don't get it? I don't see anything wrong with what people are calling an "abusive" relationship which started with "manipulation". I thought people would've liked that a man finally respected a woman's decision and waited for her. Since you support both ships (the Rhea post you made) on Supergirl, can you explain why people think it's manipulative and abusive? Ignore if you don't wanna

Hey there, welcome to the fandom, I haven’t been posting much about the ship you mentioned (well I don’t post anything related to it at all!) But i will try to make this as brief as I possibly can. (NOTE: It’s not my fault if this post ends up in the pro tag, I have properly tagged it as anti so if this is not your cup of tea, move along)

People say it started out with manipulation because it did. You see his “declaration of love” is far worse than the usual one that most women get at least once in their lives when a male friend develops feelings for them 

Usual/expected reaction to being rejected (which was shown through Winn in season 1): will tell you how hard it was for them to admit their feelings, will ignore you because they can’t be around you when they have romantic feelings for you, you’ll feel bad because you think you’re the reason for their heartbreak (though they won’t actively blame you) but if they’re a good friend they’ll come around and you’ll go back to being the good ol pals you were 

Respectful reaction to being rejected (in James’ case being broken up with): hears you out, accepts your decision, will continue to support you as a friend and genuinely still cares about you 

Manipulative reaction (exhibited by the useless alien): guilt trip mode- on, power of guilt trip- high, back it up with- more manipulation  

Now you’ll ask me “what’s so manipulative about his response??!! He was a gentleman who accepted her choice to not be with him!!” Let’s break it down shall we:

  •  Gaslights Kara throughout the episode when she wants to talk to him about the kiss
  •  Makes the whole thing about his almost death
  •  Immediately backs up the confession with “I know you don’t care about me” 
  •  Makes sure Kara knows he’s going out with someone else (she didn’t notice them, he literally calls her and makes it awkward)
  •  Backs that up with “yeah you rejected me” (and it hadn’t been too long since he poured his heart out to Kara) 
  • BONUS- By this time he knew all about online dating yet chose to go out with a woman who would surely interact with Kara at some point because they work in the same place.
  •  Makes sure Eve knows it’s not her he’s interested in while simultaneously trying to make Kara believe things are going good with them just to make her jealous 

And all of this was before Kara admitted that she may have feelings for him 

As for the Valentine’s Day episode? *Yoda voice* The Emotional Abuse Is Strong With This One. As I stated in several other posts of mine, it’s natural to get jealous and insecure when someone far better than you enters in the life of the person you like and can totally sweep them off of their feet, BUT that’s when you are unsure of how the person you like feels about you and how they feel about the other far better person (even with this excuse the amount of jealousy m0n l showed is way out of line) . In zis epizode Kara makes it pretty fuckin clear that she absolutely is NOT interested in Mxy and wants him gone and yet the person who is “oh so in love with her” just does not get it. He doesn’t try to help her and only puts her under more pressure by making the dumb decision of going against a being who can easily turn him into ashes. As for emotional abuse, these are the the signs of emotional abuse that you will find in the very first article when you look it up on google:

  • They humiliate you, put you down, or make fun of you in front of other people.- *yelling at Kara in the middle of the DEO (’BUT THERE WAS GOOFY MUSIC IN THE BACKGROUND! THIS WHOLE ARGUMENT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE FUNNY! LIKE HOW OLD MARRIED COUPLES FIGHT!’ I’m sorry but fun old married couples don’t fight about murder and neither does the man sound harsh enough for the woman to literally walk away, It’s not funny and it will never be)
  • They regularly demean or disregard your opinions- didn’t think Kara was capable of handling the situation 
  • They use sarcasm or “teasing” to put you down or make you feel bad about yourself- the whole daxamite thing whenever it’s convenient 

WHILE we’re on it, why not throw some other examples that took place during their relationship

  • They belittle and trivialize you, your accomplishments, or your hopes and dreams- before their relationship and during their relationship, saying she’s a hero because she likes attention, when he keeps saying Kara’s full of herself, and he never thinks Kara is good enough to fight her battles SHE IS LITERALLY SUPERGIRL YOU BUFFOOON! Don’t tell me he does it out of love cause then he’d say something along the lines of “I will fight with you, i want you to be safe” or some other sappy bs not straight up “yeah, you can’t handle this”
  • They make excuses for their behavior, try to blame others, and have difficulty apologising- blames Kara for lying about his identity 
  • The repeatedly cross your boundaries and ignore your requests- *announces their relationship to the deo when specifically asked not to* (BONUS- let’s appreciate how the writers try to justify his shit by bringing up Bhutan’s culture where it’s done out of joy. haha okay hunny but she literally asked him not to and he ignored her wish that’s not how it works)
  • They resort to pouting or withdrawal to get attention or attain what they want- this just sums him up
  • They play the victim and try to deflect blame to you rather than taking personal responsibility- wah wah why aren’t you hard on mxy, the one you dislike wah wah i’m the victim here cause you’re being mean to me cause i’m supposed to be better than a stalker super villain 
  • They invalidate or deny their emotionally abusive behavior when confronted- in the whole Jeremiah situation, ‘okay this is my second strike!’

And I haven’t even addressed the other reasons why people hate him (HINT: It’s got to do with him owning slaves, the best love interest who is also a black man being shoved aside to make way for him and him stealing screen time from minorities who actually play an important role in moving the plot along and not just stand there like a lamp shade) 

I hope this answered your question

Originally posted by wondwrwoman

I have a headcanon in which Jessie helps James to overcome his PTSD about dancing, and he suddenly feels not only comfortable dancing with her but safe, and realizes it’s something he doesn’t have to be afraid of anymore, because he’s with her.

Inspired by this song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ASWcIZWmXfk

And now of course every time I draw something that isn’t smut, my brain is all like “WRITE A STORY!!” So, there’s writing under the cut. 


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anonymous asked:

modern au - luffy interrogates his older brother's weird boyfriends

“Hey,” says Luffy says, and given the way his voice is clear, he’s probably leaning backwards over the couch again. “When’s the food gonna be ready?”

“Have some patience,” Ace says, stirring the sauce. “It’s almost done.”

“But I’m hungry!” Luffy complains.

Ace just hums and tunes him out. Luffy is always hungry. “We can’t start without them anyway,” he calls back, and spoons up a bit of the sauce to taste.

It’s off. There’s something not quite right with it, but he can’t figure it out, either. It doesn’t need more salt, the consistency is right…what’s missing?

“When are they getting here?” It breaks his concentration, and he looks up. Luffy’s wandering into the kitchen. That’s a bad sign.

“Any time now,” Ace says immediately, then checks the clock to find out if he lied or not. “Why don’t you go–” he casts around for some way to end that sentence, and thankfully the doorbell rings just then. “–go let them in?”

Luffy bounces out of the kitchen and Ace sighs. Good, that’s out of the way; maybe it’s rosemary? He tastes the sauce again then picks up the container of rosemary and sniffs lightly. No, that’s not right. Pepper? He tastes and sniffs again but that’s not it either–

“Hiya!” comes Luffy’s voice. “Are you a pineapple?”

Ace gasps in horror and the pepper in his hand goes straight up his nose and into his lungs. He lunges for the sink and loses several minutes to coughing fire.

By the time he can breathe again, he’s a mess. Tears and snot got everywhere, he’s all wet from sticking his head under the faucet, and his nice new shirt is a total loss. But there’s also a warm hand on his back, just between the shoulder blades, and it helps.

“You okay?” Sabo asks, and Ace looks up at him through streaming eyes.

“Yeah, fine. Just, y’know, maced myself,” Ace gets out and shit, his voice is raspy.

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Take  a Deeper Look -

{Part 1??}

Pairing: Jay Park/You, Simon D/You

Genre: Fuck if I know

Summary: AOMG’s newest producer has a lot to deal with including a flighty CEO who doesn’t understand the concept of “personal space” and feelings for yet another CEO who is so far beyond her reach she doesn’t even think she has a chance. 

Content: Nothing your mother would be mad about

Word Count: 2,004

Notes: This wasn’t requested, it was just born out of random inspiration. I hope you enjoy it, and a series shall come if it is wanted. C:

Park Jaebum could go from sweet and hardworking to annoying and obnoxious in less than five minutes. One could say that was almost a talent in of itself, but as far as you were concerned, it was nothing but a grueling facet of your day.

“You’re late, Jaebum,” you said dryly as he pushed open the door to your studio and shuffled in like he had been there the entire time. He took the swivel chair next to you with flourish.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he replied languidly with a smile making his eyes crinkle at the corners. If you hadn’t worked as an in house producer for AOMG for the past few years, that smile may have affected you. Alas, you were way beyond being putty in your CEO’s hands.

“We have an album to finish!” you scolded, only half serious at this point as you turned to the soundboard in front of you. A sudden thought occurred to you just as you were about to usher Jaebum into the recording booth. You spun your chair back to his direction with narrowed eyes. “Are you like this with the other guys?”

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Gruvia AU - Oneshot

Title: Movie Night

Rated: M

Nothing would ruin Gray’s good mood that friday. That must have been the first day of the whole week that did not turn into a complete disaster and, in addition, with the end of the college finals week, he could finally spend some time alone with his girlfriend.

At lunchtime he saw his friends in the cafeteria, already seated at one of the tables, and walked over there with a smile on his face. 

“Looks like someone’s in a good mood today.” Levy said when the dark haired boy seated next to her. 

“Yeah… What’s with that stupid face?” Natsu looked at his best friend as if he were from another planet, and Lucy laughed beside him.

“Honestly, I’m curious, too. Gray Fullbuster, happiness and morning classes do not match at all.” The blonde thought for a moment. “I’ll bet Juvia is involved in this.”

“Did you two kill classes for a quickie or what?” Cana looked at his friend with a big, malicious grin, and Gray just rolled his eyes.

“Loki is coming here, let’s just ask him.” The petite bluenette suggested.

They saw the orange-haired boy approaching their table - which took forever because he stopped several times to flirt with some girls - and as he sat down, all his friends were looking at him.

“What’s it?”

“Loki, do you know why Gray is like this?” Lucy asked as she pointed at the brunet.

“I’m normal!” He said.

“No, you’re not!”

“Oh, that’s easy.” Loki smirked. “Fridays movie night at home with Juvia.” The Fullbuster snorted, but without the usual frown on his face. “They go to her apartment to "watch” a movie and then Gray only comes back on Saturday night. Sometimes even on Sunday morning.“

"Thank you very much, Loki. You’re an idiot.” Gray glared at him, but Loki just shrugged.

“But he doesn’t get happy like this every week, does he?” Levy asked, confused. 

“Gray must have been deprived of sex during the finals season!” Cana laughed out loud.

“You guys suck, you know that?” The brunet mumbled, but as soon as thin arms circled his neck and hugged him from behind, the smile was back in his features. He looked up and saw his beautiful girlfriend with a shy smile looking at him with affection. “Hey.”

“Hi, Gray-sama.” Juvia gave him a quick kiss before looking at the rest of the group. “Hi, guys!”

“Mrs. Fullbuster has finally arrived.” Cana smiled at the blunette, making her blush deeply with her words.

“Did you come to lunch with us, Ju?” Lucy asked her with a big smile.

“Ah, Juvia can’t. She promised Meredy that we would talk at lunchtime.”

“Is everything okay?” Gray asked with a frown.

“Nothing to worry about. It’s just a girl thing.” She explained before stealing another kiss from her boyfriend. “Juvia just came to say a quick ‘hello’. She has to go now.”

“So.. Movie night?”

“Movie night! Sure.” She gave him an anxious smile before kissing him for a few seconds. The whistles from his friends almost made him roll his eyes, but kissing his bluenette was much more interesting. “See you later.”

“See ya.”

“You two are so cute!” Lucy and Levy spoke at the same time when Juvia left, and Gray just ignored them as he felt his face warm up a little. It was for this reason that he did not like being romantic in public.

“Why didn’t you ever call us to watch something with you?” Natsu suddenly asked in an offended tone, and everyone at the table stared at him blankly.

“Dear, they don’t-” Lucy tried to explain that Gray and Juvia did not do just that, but Loki, unfortunately, had been faster.

“Natsu, they do nothing but fuck all night.”

“We watched the movies.. At least the first three times.” Gray spoke with an amused smile.

“Beginning of dating?” The orange-haired boy tried to guess and gave a convinced smile when his friend nodded. “I knew it! Never rush things.”

“Never.” Gray nodded.


After school ended, Gray walked into the parking lot with Josh Wright - one of his classmates - at his side, both talking about a presentation they would have to make together soon.

“Fullbuster, you really are a lucky bastard.” The blond boy spoke suddenly, stopping in the middle of the parking lot and making Gray frown and look around in confusion.

That’s when the dark man understood what his colleague meant. Juvia was leaning casually on his motorcycle, waiting for him, and probably unaware of how tight her jeans, low-cut blouse, and jacket made her sexy.

“I know. "Gray shrugged and laughed as Josh narrowed his eyes at him. "We’ll talk later, Wright.”

“Shall I call you over the weekend?”

“I’ll probably be a little busy.” The brunete nodded in the direction of his motorcycle.

“I hope at least you’re going to be busy with the girl.” The blonde said before walking to his own car.

The Fullbuster finally walked up to his girl, and when she saw him, she grinned.

“I think they traded my girlfriend for a very hot motorbike rider.” He spoke when he was near her, making her laugh softly.

“Is Juvia looking like a bad girl?” She tried to make a threatening expression as she folded her arms.

“Yeah, you look badass.” Gray tried to hold back his laughter. Your girlfriend was so adorable. “All you need is dark sunglasses and then you’re going to be as scary as Gajeel.”

“Gajeel-kun is not scary. He’s a very sweet person inside.”

“So.. About the movie. Your house or mine?” He flashed his more flirtatious smile. Juvia blushed a little, but then hugged her boyfriend by the neck.

“Juvia’s. Gajeel-kun got tired of sleeping on the couch and decided to stay in Levy’s house while not moving to his new apartment.”

“So now you’re alone all the time?”

“All the time.” The bluenette smiled in a suggestive way. “Unless Gray-sama stays with her once in a while.” She pulled him down for a long kiss, which the dark haired boy corresponded with great enthusiasm on his part.

“GET A ROOM!” They heard Cana’s voice scream from somewhere.


Arriving at Juvia’s apartment, she immediately went to prepare the treats so they could eat during the movie.

“Do you need any help?” Gray asked leaning against the kitchen doorway to watch his girlfriend.

“Juvia has everything under control, but thank you.” She smiled at him. “Any special requests, Gray-sama?”

“Hmm.. What do we have so far?”

“Some snacks, soda, juice; and Juvia is making popcorn.”

“If I’m still hungry, can we order a pizza later?” He asked hopefully, making the bluenette look at him with amusement. “Or we can forget all this and just ask for the pizza.”

“How badly do you want this pizza, Gray-sama?”

“I could kill someone for one.” The brunet shrugged.

“Fine!” She laughed. “Gray-sama can have his precious pizza.”

“I knew I loved you for a reason.”


“Are you sure you don’t want it?” Gray asked for the tenth time, taking the second slice of pizza to his mouth.

“Yes, Gray-sama. Juvia is sure. You can eat as much as you want.” His girlfriend was focused on the TV; she was looking for a movie on Netflix. “What are we going to watch?”

“Anything but animation movies.”

“Aw, why?!” Juvia sounded so disappointed. 

“Next week we can do a Disney marathon if you want. But not today.” He spoke, irrefutable. Every time the woman chose a movie like that, she paid no attention to him. No kisses, not even a wandering hand here and there - and certainly no sex. “Deal?”

“Deal! Juvia will not forget that.” She seemed excited to sing all the songs she knew from every Disney movie.

“Believe me, I know you won’t.” He snorted.

“Juvia found one! What does Gray-sama think of 'Sharknado’?”


Gray was amazed by his girlfriend. She really seemed to be enjoying the Shark-something.

After nearly 30 minutes of movie, he put his hand on her knee and began to stroke her thigh over the jeans. His lips went to her neck and he felt her goose bumps as he nibbled the lobe of her right ear.

“Gray-sama never pays attention to the movies.” The bluenette whispered with her eyes closed, and almost gasped when the brunet took one of his hands under her shirt and began to caress her stomach with the tips of his fingers, softly.

“I’d rather focus all my attention on you.” He whispered back, cupped her chin, and turned her face toward him so he could put his lips on hers in a slow kiss.

When their tongues touched, Juvia put one knee on either side of his waist and straddled him, deepening the kiss and letting it become more and more hungry and desperate. She felt his big hands go up to her ass and squeezing it hard as they tried to pull her closer. Juvia brushed her sex into the bulk of the brunet’s pants, making him moan softly, and he thrusted his pelvis a few times in response to continue the delicious rubbing.

She stood up suddenly, and licked her swollen, red lips seductively as she took each piece of clothing very slowly.There were a few sharks flying on the television screen behind her, but still, watching her undress without any shyness and with that feline look that seemed to devour him with so much desire, it was one of the most erotic visions for him.

“Juvia needs help to take a shower.” Juvia took both of Gray’s hands and guided them to her breasts - and she moaned loudly as he squeezed them immediately. “Gray-sama needs to help Juvia here.” She took his hands to her ass. “Here.” And at last she took only one them to her sex, where he massaged her clit with his thumb and felt her wet folds with his middle finger. “Ah! And here.”

“Well..” He swallowed, feeling his pants get painfully tight as she moaned with his touch. “What are we waiting for?”

With that said, he put her over his shoulder and led her into the bathroom, locking the door next. The movie - which was still on TV - was long forgotten.

Hell yeah, fridays movie night at home were the best!



AN: Hiii guys! How u doing? Er… This oneshot turned out to be a little more naughty (?) than I expected LOL! I hope you all enjoyed. 
Kisses from bacomeloN!
Ps: Sorry about any mistake (I’m not a english expert, sorry D: )