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Breaking the Rules - part 6

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary:  Modern!AU You hate James Barnes with a burning passion and the feeling is entirely mutual. Just when you think things can’t get any worse, you are tricked into attending his sister’s wedding as his girlfriend. Stuck with a bunch of strangers, you come up with a set of rules that are not going to last long.

Word Count:2,395

Warnings: the usual 

A/N: I’m sure how I feel about this, but anyway…

Breaking the Rules - Masterpage

Originally posted by dailyevanstan

“What the hell are you wearing?” Bucky burst out laughing when he saw you.

You had followed his mother and sisters to the wedding venue so you hadn’t seen him since you had left that morning. Becca’s prom dress fitted you just right, but it wasn’t the most appropriate outfit for a wedding.

It was a shimmering purple dress with lots of frills.

“You look like a sparkling plum,” he said, doubling over in laughter.

“Fuck off!”

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anonymous asked:

So, first off, hi there! Second... what kind of things do you think nerd!Derek would do to try and get jock!Stiles' attention? Or, what kind of cutesy things do you think jock!Stiles would attempt to make nerd!Derek notice him and laugh. (Spoiler alert, Derek already does notice him, but shhhh!)

So I combined these two prompts, I hope you guys don’t mind! Have some more nerd!Derek from me ^^

(Also, my eternal thanks to both @pale-silver-comb and @halesheart for telling me my writing isn’t horseshit and I should continue)

Title: You Hold My Attention (Without Even Trying)

“Oh my god, again?”

Scott frowns. “This is seriously getting out of hand.”

“Ugh, I know,” Stiles says as he bends down to pick up the flowers – tulips today – that dropped out of his locker when he opened it. “I mean, it was cute at first, but after the fifth time you get wet flowers smacked into your face, it kind of gets old.”

Speaking of wet flowers, they’re soaking through his shirt where he was cradling them under his arm. He holds them out in front of him, scrunching his face when they drip onto his sneakers. He’s not exaggerating when he says he’s kind of tired of them. Don’t get him wrong, he still appreciates the fact that someone takes the time out of their day to buy him flowers, but it’s just a bit – well – too much.

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I hate you │1

All you’ve ever wanted was a peaceful student life, but when a vicious fuckboy gets involved in your business, everything changes.

Originally posted by jeonify

member: Jeon Jungkook x reader

genre: fluff, romance, angst

word count: 1740

warnings: fuckboy!Jungkook badboy!Jungkook; 

I hate you Masterlist 123 4 5 6 7 (ongoing)

A/N: This is the very first fic I wrote, I already have the next part planned, so please tell me what you think, what you liked and disliked. I’ll try to take your suggestions into account 


Being a university student was new for you,  exciting but scary at the same time. Having gotten a scholarship and being the straight-A student all your life, you felt pressured. How would the freshmen year ago? What kind of new experiences would it bring? 

You were deep into thoughts when someone loudly opened the door stopping your lecturer from speaking. Your head involuntarily followed the loud click of the door just to be met with the muscular grinning boy in ripped jeans and a white oversized T-shirt. Only when his eyes found yours you realized you’d been staring at him. 

“Not bad for the first day”, you thought to yourself, breaking the stare not to seem rude, but still looking at the guy from the corner of your eyes as he slowly sank into his chair and plugged his earphones in.  What was the point of attending a lecture if he didn’t even listen to the lecturer? He was handsome, you’d give him that, but he definitely was not the guy for you, or so you thought.

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anonymous asked:

Come to Brazil. Seriously

If things continue on this path of self-destruction, I’m going back to Colombia, as I’m already starting to sort things out to make this as smooth a possible.

I really wanted to finish my college career, and you guys have no idea how much it fucking breaks me to leave it behind, but at this rate there will be no college left, where I’m not even sure if I can pick up my grades to take with me and try my luck in a Colombian college.

I always knew this was a possibility, but a part of me never wanted it to be a reality, I don’t know man, I will finally be in a place that’s not collapsing, but without a degree I may as well remain stuck… It’s bearable of course, and there’s always more ways to rebuild my life, but man, who the fuck is ready to do that?

I fucking hate socialism, I fucking hate communism, time and fucking time again it has turned my life upside down, from the guerrillas to the car bombs and now this, and the saddest thing is, people STILL THINK IT WORKS, PEOPLE STILL BELIEVE IT CAN MAKE THINGS BETTER, WELL IT FUCKING DOESN’T, IT JUST CRUSHES YOUR DREAMS.

You know? In my college we have this history teacher, the most passionate woman I’ve ever met on the subject, whom knows so much about Maracaibo she’s like a walking library, and she’s not even Venezuelan, but a Cuban refugee from the 50′s whom told us how the Castros took everything away from her when she was just a kid, almost a toddler, starting with her home of which she was kicked out of, being allowed to only take one additional dress, besides the one she wore, and not a single one of her dolls, and after escaping THAT, after settling HERE and rebuilding her life, now, in her twilight years, she has to go through it all over again, but now without the strength and innocence of her dawn years that allowed her to me on.

And all because some fucking cunts decided to ignore history, to try again in a fundamentally flawed system, a system that many claim it just hasn’t been done right, and let me ask you, how many of these stories, how many people have to die before we as a whole, as humans, realize it just doesn’t fucking work, that it just destroy us in ways not seen before? Tell me, because I’m tired of being ignored.

I’m just tired of it all.

Before he was known for being Killian Jones, Sex God of the Sea, Colin starred in a short film entitled Call Girl. He played a young man named Brendan who arranges to have his first ever sexual experience with, well, a call girl. Brendan is not very good at doing the sex things. No. Not at all. And thus, through young Colin’s lovely portrayal of an utterly inept young man, we’re treated to a dazzling array of downright bizarre sex moves. Allow me to illustrate:

I like to call this move, “Ravish Me Please.” As soon as his partner moves into action, Brendan apparently decides to lay back and enjoy the ride, as he flings his arms far and wide in the most useless way possible. “This is great,” he’s clearly thinking to himself. “Sex is great. I have no idea what I’m doing.”

Brendan seems to be getting the hang of the kissing part by now, but he still doesn’t really know what to do with the rest of himself. Here, he has opted to engage in a move that seems like it would be a classic, but really… Well, despite the euphemism about a “roll in the hay,” literally rolling across the length of the bed is better suited for kids on a slumber party sugar high than actual adults trying to make sexy times.

This GIF is nice, right? I mean, Colin’s looking pretty good here. He looks like his kissing’s on point. His hands are… *sigh* Oh, Brendan. Let’s just call this move, “As Soon As I Figure Out What to Do with My Hands, You’ll Be the First to Know” and move on, shall we?

This move is my personal favorite. Look at the finesse here. The je ne sais quoi. There’s really no better title for this move than “Sea Turtle Picked Up Unexpectedly.” His skinny little arm is trying to do something useful, but his hand hasn’t gotten the memo and literally just flops about on the end of his arm. Adding to the confusion is the strange little wiggle he’s doing and the fact that his mouth seems to just be suction cupped to her face without any additional movement. What… What are you even doing??

All joking aside, I have to give Colin props for this depiction of an inept virgin’s first foray into carnal pleasures. It’s hard to even believe that this is the same guy who, a little over ten years later, would be slinking around on our TV screens as the world’s sexiest pirate captain. He’s got range, our Colin.

Hey

First of all love your blog. Your posts really brighten my day ☺️ If it’s not too much trouble Could you write protective lams?
I’d be down to do a trade for a Hamilton ship (same rules as you posted) or naw whatever works - @lilachason

Glad you enjoy my blog! I’m hoping to become a better writer so! <3! Also - fair warning - a few of my head cannons will be in this!

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Alex really enjoyed fall Saturday’s. The evenings to be more precise. The cool, crisp air, leaves turning all different hues of gold and fluttering around him, He enjoyed being able to steal some of John’s sweaters before he was awake, he loved beanies and apple cider. What he didn’t enjoy though, was when people trickled from the uni to go home. Those that were left were him and a few of his friends.

And some of the campus creeps. By creep he means those kid of guys that cat call anything that moves or breathes, but according to campus rules “Without illegal cause there is no reason to have them expelled.” Right, not because the dean was fucking their moms. 

This particular evening, clouds hung in the air, the smell of rain wafting across the college quickly, wind picking up a bit. Alex, hands in his pockets, snuggled his head further into the sweater of John’s, enjoying the scent. He and John were meeting Laf and Herc for dinner at a local cafe, John and Alex having later classes so they were meeting up soon.

Well, Alex was trying to.

People had passed, some saying hi or just waving and smiling, others ignoring him which he was okay with. He felt his blood run cold when he heard a wolf whistle, hair standing on end. Even if it wasn’t at him, he hated when people got cat called.

“Hey Hamilton! Fancy seeing you out here baby!” He huffed - of course Jacob Eaker and his stupid friends were out at this time.

Ignoring the idiot jocks - he had nothing against jocks, Herc was on the football team, and Alex tutored a few in Spanish, some were quite nice and sweet - these ones, however, weren’t. 

“Don’t ignore me baby girl!” His stomach rolled at the way the pet name left his lips, eyes automatically springing a few tears and he snuffed, pushing them back.

Head still down he stopped short, seeing Jacob’s shoes in front of him and he grunted. “Move, Eaker.”

A finger, curled at the bottom of his chin, forced him to look up, Alex’s mocha eyes meeting those cold, cruel ones. A smirk plastered on Eaker’s face, making Alex want to spit on him. “No need to be like that Rachel.” 

He cringed, face screwing up, stepping back, only to bump into one of the others. “Leave me alone Jacob.”

“You know,” He grabbed a lock of Alex’s hair, fallen from the beanie and twirled it around his finger, “You were so pretty when you first arrived. Long hair, eyes so wide and innocent, excited to even just be in the country I bet.” His goons laughed, “I wanted to strut over there, we’d have talked and you would have known what you wanted. Then you cut off your hair, flattened your chest more than it was, and started calling yourself Alexander Hamilton.” Jacob scoffed.

“I am Alexander Hamilton. And if you don’t mind I have to meet my boyfriend and our friends for dinner so once again, Eaker, move.” Jacob tutted, and he felt arms - CJ he thinks - wrap around his biceps, pulling them back.

His breath stuttered in his chest. “Let go of me.”

“But c’mon baby,” Jacob’s face was inching near his, and try as he might to turn his head, his face was gripped in Eaker’s hands, and he felt the nails digging in, drawing blood up to the surface. His voice dropped, “We could have so much fun tonight…let me show you what you’re missing by pretending to be someone you’re not…”

Alex bit his tongue, holding down a whimper as Jacob pecked right beside his lips, flinching, tears forming as he fought as much as he could. Being only 5′6 was not fun.

“Get the fuck off of him!”

Alex peeked his eyes open, Jacob turning as a few of his friends scattered, John standing at least five feet in front of them, Laf, Herc, Eliza and Maria behind him.

“Ah Johnathan! So good to see you - your girlfriend and I were just having a little chat, weren’t we?”

His face turned back, smirk on, and Alex took the opportunity, and spat all he could on his face. A wad landed right on his nose, dripping quickly down onto his lips. 

“You little shit!” A hard hit, decking him in the cheek and he went down, landing sideways, eyes blurring as he saw John leap forward, grabbing Eaker around the neck. Herc rushed forward - either to help or limit, not sure.

Eliza, Maria and Laf rushed to Alex, Eliza propping his head on her lap, brushing his hair away from the side of his cheek. “Alex, Alex hey hey! You okay?”

“Liza…hey…”

She let out a breathy laugh, and turned and watched as Eaker and the two goons left ran for it, Jacob’s nose bloody and eyes bruised.

John dropped heavily by Alex, running his hands softly over Alex’s face, kissing every inch of his skin. “Hey, hey baby boy, hey.”

Alex giggled, though it sounded groggy, “Hey Johnny…”

“God I hate that prick, he didn’t do anything worse did he?”

Alex shook his head. “Just, corned me. Kept saying he wish he’d gotten to me freshman year before I had met you.

John tried to lighten the situation. “Everyone wants you, I tell you, you’re too beautiful.”

“But he didn’t want…me.” John understood, pulling Alex to his chest, kissing the top of his head.

“Ignore that bastard baby.  His head’s so far up his ass the only thing bound to come out is shit. I’m surprised he’s still able to breath at this point.”

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Alex groaned, feeling John’s arm weigh heavily across his shoulders, his face being buried into Alex’s neck. “John, stop, we’re in class.”

“Hmmm, I know.” He peppered kisses slowly, and Alex, feeling the soft brush, had to hold in his giggly sighed, and John, knowing this, only tried harder. “Jefferson won’t stop looking at you though…”

“He’s looking because you’re being a distraction and he’s bitter his own boyfriend doesn’t love him this much.”

John sat up, and Alex turned to him, and he leaned forward, planting a kiss on Alex’s nose, smiling at the cross eyed, dopy grin he got.

He turned back to his notes quickly, and John sighed, over dramatically, leaning back onto his shoulders and burying his face back.

Alex huffed. “You’re not going to back off are you?”

John smiled. “Course not baby boy.”

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You stepped out of the kitchen, carrying a tray with your dinner on it. Your baby bump really helped to keep the tray stable, which was good since you didn’t want to tip over the hot mug on the tray.

“Here, let me take that, Y/N,” Thor said, walking over and taking the tray from your hands.

“Oh, thanks, but you don’t have to,” you replied, though you let him take the tray easily. “I had it handled.”

“Tony tells me that pregnancy can be painful on a woman, so let me make it less painful,” Thor stated. “Get off your swollen feet.”

“My feet aren’t that swollen yet,” you protested, though you took a seat.

Clint glanced over as Thor set down the tray. “That’s not coffee in that mug, is it?” he asked. “Isn’t caffeine bad to drink while pregnant?”

“I thought that was disproven, but those kinds of things are proven and disproven all the time,” Natasha commented, glancing up. “We should ask Bruce what the current consensus is.”

“Guys,” you cut in, trying to sound stern, though you were honestly a little amused. “It doesn’t matter. This is non-caffeinated tea.” You picked up the mug and took a sip. You honestly don’t think you could survive this pregnancy without some hot tea to help relax your tensed muscles.

By the time you were done with your meal, the rest of the Avengers had gathered in the common area. You stood up and grabbed the tray, and most of the room’s inhabitants looked at you.

“Guys, I’m not made of glass. I can handle doing stuff even with a baby bump,” you stated, rolling your eyes a little.

“Well, you are the first one of us to have a child,” Tony pointed out.

“And it can be dangerous around here,” Steve added.

“When a supervillain comes knocking at our door, feel free to treat me like a fragile flower. But I can handle simple housework,” you pointed out. Though, you cringed, and everyone cried out in concern, with Clint and Natasha rushing to either side of you to hold you up.

“What was that?” “Are you alright?” “Do you need a doctor?” You couldn’t tell who was saying what.

“Guys, calm down. The baby just kicked for the first time. It just caught me by surprise,” you told them. The tension in the room instantly deflated and suddenly you couldn’t move even if you wanted to, since all the Avengers were trying to put their hands on your stomach because they wanted to feel the baby kick.

Days Of Summer

A/N; HELLO AND WELCOME TO THE SHITPOST

jk, but it is on the lighter side! The ever loved rock camp au, insipred by the masterpiece that was Camp Rock. Idk if you have me to blame or @hannah-nobody, but you are all welcome either way. 

This here is the collab her and I have been talking about for forever, and now we’re posting it in an attempt to make ourselves actually fucking finish it, but there is no motivator like disappointment.

Have Hannah’s made up reviews!

  • a beautiful coming of age story - ny times 
  • one giant shit post - person

Quick notes - Every chapter will have a set of songs to go along with it, all being added to this spotify playlist with each chapter! All genres are used, and we hope it will be as cringey as possible!

Summer has arrived, and with it the start of the two month long music camp; Fairy Tail! Full of new songs, friends, and adventures, the campers learn things they never knew about themselves and one another. And just how easy it is to sneak booze and a full sized karaoke machine out into the middle of the woods.

Camp Rock!AU

Pairing: Nalu, Gajevy, Gruiva, others mentioned; Fairy Tail

Words: 5631

Rating: T

Parts: Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter ThreeChapter Four


Chapter One: The Start of Something New

Now who’d have ever thought that

we’d both be here tonight?

Oh yeah

And the world looks so much brighter

with you by my side

The music pounded through Natsu’s veins as the last notes of the song faded away and the crowd erupted into a series of screams. The band members on stage smiled as they tossed various mementos to their mud-splattered fans; picks, drumsticks, water bottles. Hands groped desperately at the air, his own among them.

He wasn’t really paying attention. His own voice joined in with the noise as he let go of all the energy the atmosphere of the festival has stirred within him. His head tipped back and he squeezed his eyes shut as he cheered.

When the band finally left the stage, Natsu looked around. He stood on his tip toes, trying to find Gajeel’s unruly mane of black hair in the sea of sweat-soaked festival-goers. When Natsu couldn’t spot him, he decided to head back to the tent.

Still on high from the previous band’s performance, Natsu made his way almost absently through the crowd. Most people lingered, waiting eagerly for the next act to come on, leading him to gently push a few people out of his way. Some people decided to sit during the break, not caring about the mud beneath them. Others remained on the shoulders of their friends, basking in the heat of the sun that had come and gone for most of the weekend.

One of the shoulder-riding music lovers caught his attention.

She was perched on someone a few people in front of him, and she was stunning. He altered his route in order to take in more of her. She was screaming as though the band were still on stage, making rock signs with her fists as she waved her arms in the air. Her blonde hair was tied in a ponytail, but strands fell loosely on her sunburned shoulders.  A pink crop-top exposed her stomach, where someone had painted a peace sign in neon green paint around her belly button.

He grinned as she wobbled on a dark-haired boys shoulders, but the blonde’s own expression turned from laughter to panic as she lost her balance.

Instinctively, Natsu pushed through the crowd and got to her just in time to soften her fall with his own body. The two of them fell to the ground in an ungraceful heap.

“Oooooowwww,” The blonde groaned from on top of him.

She raised her head, and a splotch of mud had somehow made its way onto her cheek. Natsu stared at her in bewilderment as she looked at him, eyes wide, then giggled.

He could feel the heat in his cheeks as he became aware of her body pressed against his. He’d thrown his tattered shirt away long ago, and surprisingly he didn’t feel self-conscious going shirtless among the energetic crowd. Especially not now that the pretty blondes’ hands roamed over his bare chest. Natsu quickly sat up before he became too absorbed with her wandering hands, tightening the scarf around his neck before helping her up and sheepishly apologising.

“No, no, no,” She smiled at him, “Don’t be sorry! It was Gray’s fault. He’s so meeeean.“

The girl pouted and Natsu felt a smirk pulling at his lips. He had no idea who Gray was, but he was very glad that they’d chosen to shrug her off their shoulders, for whatever reason.

Seeing his smirk, the girl’s laughter died off and she bit her lip in thought. She stepped closer, invading his personal space. His breath hitched when she placed a hand back on his chest.

“Thanks,” She told him, her voice low, before leaning up on her tip-toes and placing a light kiss on his cheek.

Her lips were sticky with pink lip gloss, and he found himself wondering what they tasted like when she drew back.

Her hand remained on his chest.

“Y’know, you’re pretty cute,“ She mused aloud.

“Erm…” He had no idea what to reply. He’d never been called cute before.

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You are important.
I mean it too, you are important. You are an individual that will influence those around you without trying. You have a purpose in life, even if it is just waving to one neighbor or picking up some fallen branches from the roadway. Without you countless things would never happen, and countless ideas would diminish. You might not feel important, but you are

Oh, No

Character/Person : Marquis de Lafayette

Pairing : Marquis de Lafayette x Reader

Time : Modern

Reader’s Gender : Female

Side Note : Writing gets bad at the end, I know. & True Fact; every time I write a Lafayette fic I have to have another tab open to Google Translate

Warnings : Google translated French, cursing

Possibility Of Having Another Part : eh

Genre : Fluff

Request : hi, please can I request a lafayette x reader fluffy fic where the reader is looking after a flu-stricken laf and ends up falling for his delirious flirting attempts over the course of a week? thanks!

Word Count : 3736

Summary : Alexander invites a few of his friends over to get shelter from the snowstorm, unknowingly crashing the day that him and his roommate/best friend Y/N were planning on hanging out and watching movies. Still having the nerve to invite her to the pool with him and his friends, she denies, and wakes up to one of his friends catching a cold. She aids him in getting better all the while being flirted with by her ‘patient’ at the same time. Problem? He’s cute.


Today was Thursday.

You knew this for a fact because you and your roommate, who also doubled as your best friend, were planning to watch movies and go to the pool, and just do whatever it is that friends did on a Thursday night.

To say you were excited was an understatement. You were stoked.

Sure, your best friend and yourself lived together, for about a few months now, but you guys almost never got to spend time with each other casually without having to plan it.

Alexander Hamilton was almost always in his room, working, studying, or doing homework. You were almost always at work at the coffee shop down the road. So when both of you had time to spare, at the same time, you thanked God and drove as quick as you could to a nearby store with Alex in the passenger seat, picking out all the junk you could both consume together while lying on the couch.

So when you quickly jumped out of your bed and hopped into the shower, who could blame you?

You did everything needed when stepping into a shower, shampooing your hair, conditioning it, washing your body, rinsing it, and you even took the liberty to shave your legs, just so you could get Alex to feel how soft they were.

In one swift movement, you turned the knob to the shower off, watching the water slowly cease. Stray water leaked onto your skin and down your body, onto the floor below. It was soothing, to say the least, but not enough to calm the excitement that jolted through your veins. You shivered, due to the lack of warm water streaming down you, but ignored the feeling to tug at a spare towel and unfold it to wrap it around yourself, tucking it in at the chest area to keep it still.

So indulged in your thoughts, you were oblivious to the screeching that took place just outside the bathroom. It took one more shout to grab your attention.

You jumped, eyes darting towards your reflection to make eye contact with yourself in the mirror.

In fear that something bad might’ve happened to Alex, you hurriedly made your way out the room and into the direction of the yelp; the living room.

“Alex! Are you okay?” Your voice faltered at the sight before you.

Draped across the couch that you were planning on lounging on with Hamilton, was three men. Whom of which you’ve never seen before, might you add.

You tilted your head and crossed your arms over your chest, too shocked and a bit infuriated to focus on the fact that you stood bare - not counting the towel tightened around you - in front of three complete strangers. Furrowing your eyebrows and glancing around the room, yet keeping a stern gaze with the group, you spoke,

“where’s Hamilton?”

One of the three men sucked in his bottom lip and jutted his thumb behind him and to the kitchen that was lit up. You noted that he had curly brown hair fastened into a low ponytail and a face full of freckles, so that you could thank him later for guiding you towards the man that you were going to tear apart.

Well, more or less lecture than tear apart. But, same difference.

You huffed, storming towards the kitchen, drying bits and parts of your very wet hair from the quick movements. You spotted Alex. His back turned to you, and his hair down,

“Alex! Why are there three guys on our couch?” You exaggerated your breaths, trying to look as angry as possible to mask your sadness. Alex turned to smile down at you, a cup in hand and a flask in the other,

“guys night out?” He said.

You slumped your shoulders and walked up to him, dropping your look of irritation to show your betrayal.

“Today? We’ve been planning to hang out today since a few weeks ago! You can’t just bail out on me.”

At seeing how upset you were at this, he set down the cup and flask on the counter near him and pulled you into a hug. Swaying back and forth to hope and change the way you felt about this.

“I was looking forward to today too,” he admits, “but the snow is piling up and they were all at the bar just right next to our house. I told them to come and stay here until the snow settles. We can still spend our day together, but just with three other people.”

You shook your head at his suggestion, piping up to speak your opinion and how it just wouldn’t feel the same until a voice cut clear through your sentence.

“Where’s our drinks? Ils deviennent impatients.” /they’re getting impatient/

You glanced over your shoulder to see a tall, lanky man with a curly ponytail standing at the doorway, pausing his next words upon seeing Alex currently busy with you in his arms.

“Am I, uh, interrupting something?”

The stranger’s fingers curled awkwardly, trying to keep himself from darting out of the room and back onto the couch to avoid being a third wheel to a woman he hasn’t even met yet. First impressions do matter.

You turned your head back to Alexander to see him staring at you, asking you silently if he could leave and return back to the guys that awaited for him just in the room over. Without any words spoken, you removed yourself from Alex’s hold and picked up the group of cups, settling them into Alex’s hands. He raised a brow but you smiled and raised a brow back at him, mockingly. Understanding your silent approval and gesture, he made his way over to the stranger that patiently waited for the drinks and back to the other guys, being immediately hit with hollers and cheers. The stranger took a quick peek at you from over his shoulder, eyes trailing down from your damp hair to your bare legs. Alexander chuckled loudly, snatching the man’s attention from you to him.

“Dude, Laf, stop checking out my roommate.”


After the encounter between you and Alexander in the kitchen you sashayed back to your room and got dressed, tugging on your shirt to get it over your head and combing out your hair. You brushed off the loud noises that erupted from outside your door and picked out a good book from your shelf, gently opening it from where you last left off and blindly jumping back onto your bed, letting the comforter engulf you.

Alexander on the other hand was the one making the loud noises outside of your room; hollering at the TV whenever a character in a movie made a terribly idiotic mistake or whenever a gorgeous character popped up on the screen. It took a while of thinking and quiet exchanges of looks that the three guests popped the question.

“So,” Hercules started, his voice wavering as he didn’t know how to continue. Thankfully, John did.

“Who’s the girl?”

Alexander side-eyed the three guys who stared at him intently. He scoffed, “Y/N? A close friend of mine. Why?”

Lafayette scrunched up his face, propping his elbow on the armrest to his right and leaning into the palm of his hand.

“She’s mignonne! You can’t tell us she’s just a ‘close friend.’“ /cute/

It was now the boys’ turns to scoff at Alexander, who just continued to watch the movie. He looked at the boys with clear disgust, adding a finger into his mouth for emphasizing.

“Gross. She’s like one of us. Plus we’ve had nothing but platonic love since sophomore year in high school. I’ve hooked her up with all the guys she thought were cute as she hooked me up with all the girls I thought were cute.”

Lafayette, only hearing and focusing on one part of what Alex said, narrowed his eyes, leaning back,

“if she’s one of us, then invite her out to the pool with us.”

“You’re just hoping she’s still in her towel, dick.” John laughed, shoving Lafayette’s shoulder, who only shrugged with a slight grin.

Knowing clearly that Y/N wouldn’t go due to the heavy snow, his stubbornness got the best of him and hastily agreed.

“Y/N!”

You removed your eyes from your book to eye your door. Sitting up quickly, your hopes got the best of you, wishing that the snow magically disappeared and that you were able to spend time with your friend without the additional three people.

“Yeah?” You called out.

Alexander ignored the nudging in his ribs that Hercules gave him,

“can you come out here real quick?”

You slid your bookmark into your book and decided it was better to just leave it on your bed than take the time to put it back onto your shelf. Straightening out any wrinkles from your shirt and patting at the roots of your hair, you happily sauntered into the living room expecting to see Alexander waiting with a bowl of popcorn and a large bottle of your favorite drink.

Your smile dropped. Instead, you saw the same three guys from earlier seated right next to Alex, your favorite drink empty and lost in the pile of food scattered across the floor. You composed yourself, straightening your posture and clearing your throat,

“Alex, you uh, called me?” You cursed yourself for letting your voice shake.

Alexander beamed, sitting up a bit more straight to talk to you,

“I did.” He took a quick glance at the other boys who just watched you, but one in particular stared, “do you want to go to the pool with us later?”

You blinked in surprise. The pool? Removing your gaze from Alexander you turned to look out the window, your eyes meeting with fallen snow and still falling snow. You couldn’t help but let a scoff of doubt leave your lips.

“You’re going to get sick.”

Alexander shrugged, ran a hand through his hair, got up, and retreated towards the door. Confused, you fidgeted with a hair tie that sat on your wrist.

“Wait! Right now?”

Alexander smiled, looked around, and confused, he spoke,

“yeah?” He said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

You thinned your lips and sighed quietly, “be careful.”


Friday.

It was the day right after you were let down by Alexander when he invited three of his friends to come and hang out at the place you shared. They seemed nice. They were rowdy, sure, but so were you. If you had met them in a different circumstance you’d probably be in their circle.

You rubbed at your eyes and removed the blanket from your body to sit up. You fell asleep almost immediately after Alexander and his group of friends - still not knowing their names - had left to go the pool a few miles away. You hoped that they were able to go back to their own homes and leave you be so that you were able to quietly read a book or binge watch your favorite TV show.

“John, get the cold water!”

You groaned. They were definitely still here. You sighed and shut your eyes. Maybe if you closed your eyes and wished they were gone and that this was still a dream, they’d disappear.

“This is hot water, damn it!”

You groaned louder, falling flat against your bed. Rolling your head onto it’s side, you reached for your phone that was charging on the bedside table. The first notification to show up was a text message from Alex.

‘I’ll make it up to you later when they’re gone, promise !’

A bit more gleeful from his message, you smiled and slipped out of your bed and towards your drawer, slipping on a large sweatshirt. Just so the boys outside knew that you weren’t the type to hang around in just a towel. First impressions do matter.

Dressed in a large sweatshirt and shorts, you found yourself making your way over to the living room. Straight into the chaos. It looked worse than it sounded.

Alexander was hunched over a figure on the couch as Freckles ran back and forth from the kitchen to the couch with a large bowl of water. Some guy with the best looking pants you’ve ever seen was seen fanning the same figure that lay sprawled out on the couch. Alexander, upon seeing you in the corner of his eye, perked up and moved towards you. You got a better look of the figure who was lying on your couch. To your surprise, it was the same person who walked in on you hugging Alex.

“Y/N! He’s like, dying, or something. Help Laf.”

Still a bit tired, you trudged towards ‘Laf’ and noticed the way his hair was in a messier ponytail than yesterday, leaving curls to hang in front of his face and neck. He had major bags under his eyes and his lips were slightly parted, giving him a very dazed look.

“Have I died and gone to Heaven? Or had God himself sent an ange to me?” /angel/ He smiled.

Albeit cringing from his pickup line, you placed a hand on his forehead to check his temperature. He was burning up. The heat was radiating off of him and onto your palm, making it sweat a bit.

“He’s just a bit sick, nothin’ more.” You sent a reassuring smile at Alexander and the other guy who nervously hopped from one foot to the other. You wanted to take a guess that he was ‘John,’ but didn’t want to take your chances of getting his name wrong.

“You’re cuter up close, cheri.” /darling/

You whirled around to face the sick Frenchman that laid limp on your couch, sweating heavily, yet still managing to grin up at you. You couldn’t help but let your eyes roll at his flirtatious comment and got up from your kneeling position to retreat to the kitchen to make some soup.


Saturday.

You knew for a fact that this the present day was Saturday because you clearly remembered having to hear Lafayette, yes you had learned all of their names, flirt all day with you. Constantly spewing out pickup lines followed along with a cough or a sniffle, or throwing a shit-eating grin at you. It annoyed you to no end, and you only aided in helping him get better for a day. You shuddered at the thought of having to go on for days, maybe weeks, of helping Alexander’s friends out.

He didn’t just owe you one at this point. You wanted him to be begging on his knees for his forgiveness with bags of your favorite snacks piling around him.

“Chaton, have I mentioned that even with my vision slightly blurry you’re a goddess.” /kitten/

Your eyes widened. Taking a quick glance around the room, they landed back on Lafayette.

With raised eyebrows you pointed to yourself, “who, me?”

Lafayette chuckled dryly due to his clogged throat, “yes, there is no other goddess in the room.”

“Well, I mean, there’s Alex.” You shot back, trying to lace a bit of humor in your words.

Alexander scrunched up his face, glowering down at you as he passed by with a cup of steaming of coffee in his hand.

“As honored as I am, don’t drag me into Lafayette’s mindless flirting.”

Lafayette clicked his tongue, “hate to break it to you, ami, but Y/N is the only gorgeous sight in the room.” /friend/

You groaned loudly, clenching the wet towel in your hands harder over Lafayette’s face, causing a more than necessary amount of water to pour down on his face. He shut his eyes from the sudden impact.

“Hey-!”


Sunday.

Today was the day you usually went grocery shopping. Occasionally you shopped with Alex, or a friend that you may have rung over the phone or ran into, but most of the time you shopped alone.

Alex’s flirty friend was set on not letting you do so.

“What if you got hurt?”

You raised a brow, scoffing at the taller man.

“What are you gonna do to protect me? Cough on my assaulter?”

Lafayette puffed his chest, causing the blanket that sat on his shoulders to slightly fall, revealing his tight shirt that showed his very defined body underneath. You clenched your jaw at the feeling of heat spreading along it, quickly turning your head to face the door. Your keys nearly fell from your grip,

“fine, get in the car.” You spat.

The next hour or so was spent with you pushing a cart with Lafayette still flirting with you from behind, dragging a blanket with him that you insisted he took so he wouldn’t get even more sick. You prayed he would get tired of his own words, catching onto the fact that you weren’t amused, or that he would sober up from his sickness and process what he was actually saying. He did none of these.

“Are you from Tennessee?” You could practically hear the smirk evident in his voice.

“We’re in New York,” you sighed.

“’Cause you’re the only ten I see!”

Your cart halted in front of a coffee section of an aisle. Almost angrily, you snatched a box coffee beans, the specific brand Alex had written on your list, and tossed it into the cart instead of delicately placing it down like you’ve always done. Narrowing your eyes at Lafayette who watched with a cocked brow and grin, you pointed your finger at him and parted your lips, ready to tell him off or make him walk back in the excruciating weather, but decided on not doing so. Although a part of you wanted to wipe that smirk off his damn perfect face, another kept you still, reminding you that if he was Alex’s friend, he was your friend.


Tuesday.

Alexander promised you that the guys would be gone in a week. And it was getting damn close to a week, which made your excitement grow even larger. As much as you hated how quiet it was before last Thursday, you were starting to be grateful that your roommate was a very busy person, focusing solely on his work.

“Moi, toi, a dozen roses. How does that sound?” /me/ /you/

Lafayette spoke effortlessly, still trying to woo you over with a few battered words that barely leaves his parted lips with a rough cough trailing right after. But you had to hand it to him, he was determined. He was persistent to at least win a date with you, and if you were completely honest, it was kind of attractive. You’ve never met a guy who was so intent on not just sleeping with you, but getting a date. So far, Lafayette’s compliments were nothing but pure and, quite frankly, adorable.

“I don’t know. I wouldn’t want to go on a romantic dinner with someone while they’re hacking their lungs out.” You side-eyed him, watching him spring up in surprise from your peripheral vision. Your brows shot up along with your arms, pushing him down in an attempt to get him back to his lying form.

“Woah, hey! No sudden movements like that, you could hurt yourself.”

Your voice was white noise to Lafayette, his brain was racked with the idea of you finally responding to one of his pickup lines. Though you didn’t exactly agree to go on a date with him, you certainly implied it.

Lafayette slowly leaned back against the pillow situated behind him, regaining his cool demeanor.

“So, you’re saying I finally get a date with the ange after my cold passes?” /angel/

His eyes sparked with something both you and he couldn’t describe. It glistened, sparkles, shone even. You certainly didn’t let it go unnoticed. Though, you weren’t sure if it was his cocky charm or just a shine of hope. You played along, nonetheless.

“Maybe.”


Friday.

Lafayette had recovered and you playfully pouted to Alex when you confronted him about how it had been a week and the boys were still there, though their stay had only gone over a week by one day, earning a hearty laugh from Hercules and John when you fumed at Alex with a playful manner.

Sure, you were glad to get these men out of your hair, but they were fun to be around, despite their constant rowdiness.

“Admit it, you’re going to miss me, cheri.” Lafayette grinned with his held up high. His eyes scanned your face, searching to see if his assumption was correct, none of course had showed up to prove him right.

You scoffed, jutting your head in the direction of John and Hercules who beamed at you with their arms raised in a wave.

Please. I’ll miss those two; they weren’t flirting with me every day.” Despite your annoyance when reminiscing those thoughts, you smiled and shoved a finger into Lafayette’s chest.

“Can you blame me, cheri? You’re gorgeous.” His eyes met yours as he slapped a hand against his heart, feigning a hurt expression and tone. You laughed, staring into his dark eyes. You swear you could get lost in his orbs. For some odd reason, they seemed deep. Like if you were to swim in them you’d drown.

“By the way,” Lafayette couldn’t help but grin at the way you stared at him, not letting it go unnoticed, constantly flickering down to gaze at his lips as he did you when you weren’t looking.

You glanced up, noticing the other two boys already ushering out the door noting that it was probably time for Lafayette to leave too,

“yeah?” You patted your hair subconsciously, trying to soothe out it’s knots and look as presentable as possible. Lafayette took a large sum of air and let his confidence get the best of him, bending down to plant a kiss on your flushed cheek,

“pick you up at eight, tomorrow.”

Your entire body froze. You curled your fingers and dropped your jaw, feeling your entire body shake from some sort of feeling. Nervousness? No. Excitement? No. Tense? Maybe. You watched him lowly chuckle before leaving with his friends who laughed loudly and made jokes as they made their way down the stairs. But only one laugh stood out and it dawned on you in realization when your heart sped and your breath hitched.

Oh, no.

Tripping Over the Blue Line (9/45)

It’s a transition. That’s what Emma’s calling it. She’s transitioning from one team to another, from one coast to another and she’s definitely not worried. Nope. She’s fine. Really. She’s promised Mary Margaret ten times already. So she got fired. Whatever. She’s fine, ready to settle into life with the New York Rangers. She’s got a job to do. And she doesn’t care about Killian Jones, captain of the New York Rangers. At all.

He’s done. One more season and he’s a free agent and he’s out. It’s win or nothing for Killian. He’s going to win a Stanley Cup and then he’s going to stop being the face of the franchise and he’s going to go play for some other garbage team where his name won’t be used as puns in New York Post headlines. That’s the plan. And Emma Swan, director of New York Rangers community relations isn’t going to change that. At all.

They are both horrible liars.


Rating: Mature
Content Warnings: Swearing, eventual hockey-type violence
AN: Happy (pre)season! Henry’s going to stick around for awhile, Roland Locksley knows more about hockey than anyone else in this story and Emma can’t stop texting Killian. As always, I am constantly thankful for @laurnorder, @distant-rose & @beautiful-swan, who are are all just a goddamn delight. 
Living on Ao3, FF.net and tag’ed up on Tumblr as well. 


She’d told Henry.

She hadn’t meant to.

If it had been any other situation or any other kid, Emma probably wouldn’t have said anything. She’d have kept those memories and experiences and a very distinct string of never-ending disappointments pushed under metaphorical lock and key like they always were. She never told anyone that kind of stuff.

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Damon x Reader

Requested By Anon


“Will you stop moping.” Stefan sighed when he found Damon slouched on the sofa.

 

“Ah yes I forgot my dear brother’s the only one allowed to retreat into despair when his heart is broken.” Damon grunted.

 

“You’ve been there for a week, go and eat something, change… have a shower.” Stefan offered and went to the door. “It’s almost eleven on a Saturday so someone will be about.”

 

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[Mark] Teacher’s Pet (Chapter 109)

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Warning: Smut

The next two days pass a lot easier than usual. I still struggle to find something to do all day, but it’s less painful because when Mark comes home, he kisses me hello and tells me about his day, all while looking into my eyes and touching me gently.

Even if it only lasts for a few minutes before he has to go to his office and work some more, it feels like a sweet treat at the end of the day. He’s less cold, softer, more caring, and that is just more than enough for me to forget about the time when he was gone.

-

After those two days, I decide to call Andy. I know he knows my opinion about Bea’s pregnancy, she must have told him, but I never got to talk to him about it.

I’ve been trying to call Bea, but it goes straight to her voicemail without even ringing. I think she blocked me. 

I figured that Bea was not going to abort, she’s too stubborn and angry to listen to me.

When I call Andy, it does ring, and for a long moment.

“Hello?” He says as he picks up. 

“Hi, Andy.”

“Hi. What do you want?”

He’s icy.

“You’re mad at me too.” I observe.

“Yeah.”

“Is there a way I can make it up to you guys?” I ask quietly. 

“Is there a way a not-so-supportive friend can become more supportive?” He retorts.

“I’ll support you guys, if you end up having this baby. But right now I just want you to listen to what I have to say.” I explain. He cracks up shortly, his laugh ironic.

“Yeah, I don’t think it’s the best idea. I’ll give you a call when the baby is born so you can support us.” He mutters.

“Andrew.” I scold. Now, he’s being immature.

“What, Abigail?” He snaps. “What did you expect? That you can be judgmental and nasty to Bea and expect me to be nice to you? You hurt her.” He says to me.

“I know.” I reply quietly. I know I’m hurting her, but I also think what I’m doing is for her own good, and I do that because I love her. That’s what people do when they love somebody, the more they love them, the less they care about being an asshole.

“You can’t…” Andy trails off, sighing. He obviously is trying to tell me something.

“I’m not Bea, and she’s not talking to you, so it’s hard for you to understand…” His words hang in the air again, making me frown. Did I miss something?

“Understand what?”

“There’s nothing salvageable.” He declares. I don’t think I get it, but if I do I hope I’m mistaken.

“What?” I ask. Is he talking about me and Bea?

“I don’t think she’ll ever… I don’t know…” He mumbles. I slump down on the couch, my mouth hanging open. Is he really saying what I think he’s saying?

“Is it over?” I ask him. He sighs again, and stays silent for a long moment. I don’t bug him while he keeps quietly, and it’s mostly because I actually think it’s better if he doesn’t answer me.

“It think for now it’s best if you… if we don’t…” He says quietly, and one again, he’s unable to finish his sentence.

“I see.” The words come out as a whisper, my voice failing me as my throat tightens. I sit there, trying to let it sink in. And as it does, stinging tears dwell in my eyes as I understand he’s telling me I probably lost my Best friend.

It’s not even coming from her. I literally haven’t talked to her in since we fought. It was just a few days ago.

I didn’t think it could ever happen. I didn’t think I could ever loose, her. She’s like my sister, you don’t lose your sister unless she dies right? In all the years I’ve known her, I never once thought we would fight and never talk to each other again.

I’m lost, is Andy serious? Maybe she just says that because she’s angry, which I understand.

“I know she’s angry, but- “

“She’s not.” He cuts me off. “Not anymore. She said it was better like this.”

“It’s better if we never talk to each other again? Bea said that?” I ask, incredulous. She can’t have said that, she can’t say the idea of breaking our friendship is ‘better like this’.

“I’m sorry, Abigail.” Andrew murmurs. “Yes, she said that. She says that every time I ask her.”

I tilt my head back until it touches the backrest of the sofa, tears starting to stream down my face. I think I get it now. It’s over.

“I see.” I murmur. “I wish you guys all the best.” I choke out, trying to prevent myself from breaking down while he’s on the other side of the line.

“Thank you.” His voice is cool. He hangs up, and burst into a hot mess of sad tears.

I like to tell myself he’s misinterpreting Bea. I know her better after all, but even if it might not be true, it still hurts like a bitch. It’s the last thing I need now, losing Bea. It’s almost surreal that all of this is happening to me, to Mark and I, all at once. Everything is most definitely stacked against

The day passes slowly. I watch TV for the most part of it. I eat alone, because Mark said he was going to come home late tonight. I shower and change into a little nightgown go back to watching TV.

Mark comes home at around ten o'clock, his tie gone and his hair ruffled, signs of a bad day at work.

“Hi.” He says to me, dropping his briefcase in the entryway.

“Hi.” I say, getting up from my seat. “How was your meeting?”

“Crappy.” He says, walking over to me. He takes my face in his hands and kisses my lips and my cheek.

“What happened?” I ask him.

“Nothing I want to talk about. I fixed it, but it took me hours.” He mutters. He presses his forehead against mine and sighs deeply.

“Sometimes I wonder why I didn’t just stick with teaching.” He says quietly.

“What is going on?” I ask again.

“Jimmy took the wheel while I was away. He did a good job, given his position and his qualifications.” He explains while I step out of his hold. I slip my hands under the lapels pf his jacket and slide it off his shoulders.

“But it’s still not what you wanted.” I observe, putting the cloth on the back of a chair.

“The shipyard is running slow.” He says. I gab his wrist and undo his cufflinks, dropping them on the breakfast bar.

“The clients won’t be pleased.” He complains.

“It’s a brand new project. It’ll get better with time.” I murmur, looking up at him.

“Are you hungry?” I ask, stroking his face with my hand. He nuzzles my palm, covering my hand with his and keeping it against him.

“I’m famished.” He says before kissing my palm.

“What should I cook for you? Pasta a la carbonara?” I propose.

“Please.”

“Alright.” I prompt.

“Thank you.” He says before kissing me. “I’ll be in the shower.”

He kisses my temple, collects his clothes and walks off to our bedroom.

I prepare his meal while he showers, putting all my love in it. He doesn’t come out before a long moment, so I leave the finished product in the pot so it can stay warm and tasty. 

Then I go back to the TV and wait for him, sitting down on the fully carpet.

“Hey.” He says as he enters the living room again. He’s changed into sweatpants and a T-shirt, his feet bare.

“Hey. Your food is in the pot. It’s still hot.” I indicate him.

“Thank you, baby.” He says, heading towards the kitchen. He comes back with a bowl pf pasta and a beer.

“What are you watching?” He asks, sitting down on the couch with his on either side of me. Instinctively, I rest my head on his knee.

“Austin Powers.”

“What’s the story?” He asks with his mouth full.

“You don’t remember Austin Powers? Those are my favorite movies.” I reply. “We watched one in your hotel room when we went to Dallas.

“Oh. That movie.” He exclaims, a point of amusement in his voice.

“Honestly, I wasn’t watching it. I was too busy wondering if it would be okay to fuck you right away or not.”

“You’re such a pig.” I mutter. He’s such in a good mood… and I feel so bad.

“It’s delicious, baby.” He compliments, and then I feel his lips on the crown of my hair.

“You did not kiss my hair with your greasy lips.” I say coolly.

“Don’t make your food greasy.” He retorts. I smile to myself.

“Were you disappointed when you realized you couldn’t fuck me?” I wonder, curling my arms around his leg.

“Yes. But I was also intrigued. I wanted to know why.” He replies. Oh, intrigued, he was. He kept bugging me for so long, and then I gave myself up to him, but I don’t regret it. Getting him to open up was- is still a tough process though.

I concentrated on the movie again, hearing Mark’s loud chewing sounds in the back of my head. It wasn’t what I was expecting when I asked for a time alone with him, and it’s my fault, because I’m not in a good mood and I don’t want to spend our time talking about my problems.

“Come up here, Abby.” Mark says, pulling me out of mu reverie. When I look behind me, he’s patting the spot beside him. He’s finished his plate, and lets it rest on the arm of the sofa.

I obey, moving up and cuddling up against him. He swings an arm over my shoulders, and I put my head on his.

“You okay?” He asks before kissing my hair again. I’ll have to wash my hair tomorrow.

I nod, even though I’m sure he can feel I’m not okay. I’m not as good as him when it comes to hiding my emotions.

“You look a little bit down.” He observes. I fumble with my fingers, hesitating.

“What is it, Abby?” He asks softly, his thumb caressing my shoulder. My tongue frees itself.

“I called Andy. Because I think Bea blocked my number.” I trail off, looking down at my fingers.

“And?” He encourages.

“He told me she probably won’t ever forgive me.” I murmur. He breathes in as if he was going to say something. He’s going to tell me he said that because he was mad.

“I know what you’re going to say, but was dead serious. He didn’t just say that to hurt me.” I say before he can talk. He stays silent.

“I didn’t think I could lose her over this.”

“Abby, I’ve been around you and Bea for years. You have a strong bound, and okay, it might take longer than we thought for her to calm down, but I’m sure she will, eventually.” He murmurs to me.

“Maybe,” I concur, “but I still think I won’t hear a word from her for months.” I counter. I’ve never gone a week without talking to her, I can barely imagine how it will feel not to hear from her for months.

“I’m not prepared for that.” I whisper, tears springing to my eyes.

“I know.” He agrees. I look up at him.

“She didn’t even let me apologize.” I whisper.

“Oh, baby.” He looks pained. “Don’t cry. Please, don’t cry Abby.” He pleads, catching a tear on my cheek with his thumb. I do my best to old them back, not wanting to start weeping uglily like I’ve been doing for days.

Crying is exhausting, it gives me headaches.

“I can’t stand watching you cry. You’ve cried so much lately.” He murmurs, pulling me onto his lap so I’m straddling him. He wraps his arms around me and holds me.

“Because nothing is going right anymore. I’m tired.” I explain.

“I know. It’ll all be over sooner or later.” He says reassuringly, taking my face in his hand and kissing my lips.

“Stop crying.” He murmurs, kissing my cheek.

“I love you, Abby. I love you so much.” He whispers against my skin, kissing my other cheek, my mouth, my nose, my eyes, my forehead and my chin.

Then he cradles my head in his neck, one hand in my hair, gently massaging my scalp, and the other lazily running up and down my back.

I close my eyes and focus on the vibrations of his heartbeat against mine, until my sniffling and sobbing stops, until I’m too tired to think about Bea.

I emerge from Mark’s neck, my face wet and my eyes puffy. I drag my hands across my cheeks, sniffling.

“Better?” He asks me. I nod weakly.

“Do you want ice cream?” He proposes. I smile a little, and shake my head.

“We have Ben and Jerry’s, I checked.” He adds. I chuckle at that, amused by his successful attempts to make me smile.

“What do you want?” He asks softly, grabbing my chin and making me look down at him. He tilts his head to the side, his eyes expecting an answer.

I can’t come up with an answer even if I tried, because all I want is right before my eyes. My heart felling warmer, I lean in and kiss him. He kisses me back instantly as I wrap my arms around his neck, running my fingertips in his hair. I deepen the kiss, my tongue seeking his in soft, slow licks, my chest pressed against his. I can feel his heartbeat against me, getting faster as I keep kissing him.

His hands slide up my back, then down to my bottom, all in one soft caress. I run my tongue across his lower lip and bite down on it, my hips shifting fractionally against him. His fingers slip under my nightie, skimming over my skin. His palms are warm against my thighs, his fingertips fondling my flesh. I kiss him across the cheek, all the way up to his jaw. I push myself even closer to him so my lips are touching his ear.

“I want you.” I whisper seductively, before taking his earlobe between my teeth and tugging. Without a word, he takes my face between his hands and presses his lips onto mine again, this time he dominates the kiss. He pushes his tongue between my lips, pulling mine in a slow and tender dance. His lips move to my neck, biting and sucking on my skin, the tip of his tongue running across my faint scars.

I sigh and close my eyes, letting my body feel after a long time. When he traces his tongue all the way across my neck, up to me ear, electricity travels to my toes. I start to feel light, headed.

“I can finally fuck you in front of that movie, just like I had planned.” He whispers into my ear. I shiver violently as the vibrations from his voice slides across my skin.

“What would you have done to me then?” When I hear my voice, I realize I’m already panting.

“I’ll show you.” He says, before flipping us over. I fall flat onto the couch, and he crawls over me, lodging his body between my legs. He kisses me passionately, roaming his hands all over my body. He massages my breasts, caresses my nipples through the fine silk of my nightgown. I moan into his mouth, arching my back and pushing my breasts up against him hands.

He rolls them between his fingers until they’re hard bullets staining against my clothes. He rolls his hips onto mine, letting me feel his erection.

“Mark.” I gasp. His hands slide further down my sides, my hips, and my thighs.

“Does that turn you on, baby?” He asks, repeating the same motion, his cock rubbing in all the right places.

“Yes.” I moan. He trails kisses down between my breasts, his hands slipping under my nightgown and grabbing the hem of my panties. He sits back on his heels and slides my panties off, tossing them to the side.

He leans over me again, his tongue running up from my chest to my chin, before he crashes his lips over mine.

“Please.” I beg.  His hands are parting my legs wide. I start to build with anticipation.

“Please what, baby?” He rasps, before biting down onto my lip. He slightly moves forward, the tip of his cock sliding up against my folds.

“Yes.” I moan, my hips bucking without my consent.

“What do you want?” He asks.

“Be gentle.” I whisper. It’s been so long since we’ve had sex, I don’t know how much I can take.

“I can’t be gentle with you, Abigail. It’s been too fucking long.” He groans, running his hands all over my body. He massages my breasts on strong, rhythmic squeezes. In the abyss pf desire and despair in my head, a small voice come back to me.

“I’m going to fuck you, and you’re going to take it, because you’re my good girl.” He muses, his words ringing deep inside me. Out of nowhere, I can see again before my eyes Bea telling me how Mark is abusing me.

“It’s not my fault if it’s been long.” The words are out before I can figure what has happened in my head. Mark’s touches stop, and it’s like time has frozen. 

He’s lying on top of me, sweatpants halfway down on his butt, his expression a mix of confusion and worry.

I stare up at him, shocked.

“Are you mad at me?” Je asks warily.

“No, I…” Trail off. I cannot believe I said that. What was I thinking?

I can’t possibly save this; he’s going to question me.

“I don’t know why I said that, I didn’t know…” I stutter. When I realize I’ve definitely ruined the moment, I sigh and slap my hand over my forehead.

I push him away and fix my clothes, frustrated. I get up and run my hands through my hair angrily. What the hell is Bea doing in my head?

I didn’t even know I cared about what she said. Mark is not abusing me.

“What happened?” Mark asks softly. When I turn around to look at him, he has pulled his pants up. He looks worried.

“I don’t know.” I shake my head.

“I thought you wanted me to tell you what I wanted from you.” He says quietly. 

“I know, it’s not about that. It’s not your fault.” I say reassuringly. I don’t want to tell him what is happening. I don’t want to hurt him, I don’t want to ruin our night, and I don’t want to think about it. O mean, her words were hurtful and false, she said that to hurt me.

Why do I think of it now that he is dominant with me?

“What is it about, then?” He asks.

I sigh and walk back to the sofa, sitting down next to him. Mark doesn’t touch me; he keeps his hands joined between his legs.

“Last time I talked to Bea, she said some pretty mean things to me.” I explain to him. “I don’t know if she was just trying to hurt me or… maybe she really thinks like that.” I murmur.

“What did she say?” He asks me. I look up at his eyes, and they are unreadable. I don’t know if he’s worried or angry.

“That you abuse me.” My voice is quiet. He stares at me, unfazed, his emotions hidden from me. I don’t know how he feels.

“And you think she’s right?” He asks.

“No.” I say categorically. “But I know how it can look from the outside.” I explain. Bea knows Mark is very dominant with me, and that’s not always just in bed, but it’s not something she understands quite fully.

“I don’t know why it came back to my mind. I had forgotten about it.” I add. His long silence worries me.

“You believe me, right? You know how I feel.” I murmur.

“Do you know why I’m so scared you’ll leave me for someone else?” He says, finally.

“Because you love me and you’re very jealous?“ 

"Not only.” He replies. “People in abusive relationships often don’t even know it. They think it’s love. They don’t know what they should expect from their partner.” He explains.

He looks up at me, his face serious.

“I’m the only man you’ve known, Abigail. You have no experience.” He says, making my heart sink.

“And I could be abusing you without even realizing it.” He adds.

“I’ve never had what I have with you before. I don’t know if I’m doing this right, I’ve never had a real lover before.

What makes me the saddest about his words is that he could be totally right. Even though I’ve grown since we met, even though I’ve studied psychology, I might be totally blind.

I would have never thought Mark would say something like this, though. He’s taking a risk by telling me that. I could just realize he is abusing me and leave him.

It’s strange the he is ready to take that risk. A year ago I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t have evoked the idea of him being abusive.

"You love me.” I say in wonder. I know he loves me, but the fact that he’s willing to tell me this only show he really wants my happiness, even if it means being away from him. He is not abusive at all, he loves me.

“Yes, I do.” He says quietly. I loom over him, wrapping my arms around his neck and straddling his lap. I kiss him passionately, my heart swelling, and my libido exploding. Mark kisses me back, his hands on my hips.

I rack my nails down the side of his neck, his shoulders, my tongue exploring the hot cavern of his mouth. He moans against my lips, and I feel his cock hardening against my groin.

He groans low in his throat, his hands coming down to my butt cheeks to give them a strong squeeze. He pulls me closer and tilts his hips up, the buldge in his pant rubbing against my bare skin. He takes over me, his lips moving from my mouth to my neck, his hands coming up to grab a fistful of my hair. I sigh, rolling my hips down onto him, his clothed cock parting my folds. He’s already hard and ready, and so am I.

“Mark.” I beg, tangling my fingers in his hair.

“I’ll be gentle, baby. I promise I’ll be gentle.” He says hurriedly, dropping open-mouthed kisses on my jaw line.

“No.” I gasp, thrusting against him. “Do whatever you want to me.”

I pull his hair, making him groan against my skin. He drags his tongue down my neck, nibbles and tugs on my skin.

“I’m yours.” I moan, relishing the feeling of his hands and his lips me, his hard cock rubbing against my clit and sending sparks of electricity throughout my body.

“Mine.” He growls, reaching down and grabbing the he of my nightgown. He tugs and peels off me, leaving me completely naked before him.

His hands roam over my body, his lips peppering kisses on my erogenous zones. Sensations quickly build inside, as it’s been long since I’ve came.

“Mark.” I moan, my hips moving faster. One of his hand travels down my back, all the way down to my backside. His fingers press against my hole, making my insides quiver.

I bite my lip to refrain my moans.

“You like that?” Mark rasps, his voice strained.

“My god.” I moan as his fingers trace circles around my backside. I can feel myself drenching the material of his sweatpants, heat licking along my skin.

“I’m gonna come.” I warn, my orgasm building deep inside me.

“You don’t come until I’m inside you.” Mark grinds out. I whine in frustration, slowing my movements so I don’t detonate without his permission.

“Fuck me, then.” I beg, kissing him. “Give it to me”

He growls, throwing me on the couch. I watch as he kneels down on the floor, before pulling me down with him. I lay on my back on our fluffy carpet, panting and desperate to feel him inside me.

My eyes can’t leave his body. They slide down his torso and watch as he pulls his sweatpants down, letting his hard cock spring free.

My mouth waters, and I instantly want in in my mouth. It’s been so long since I’ve got to taste him, feel him twitch and harden in my mouth, feeling his veins against my tongue.

I can almost feel it inside me, stretching me out just right and cramming me full.

My breathing accelerates as he leans over me, his body heat and his perfume driving me insane. I part my megs wide for him, shifting impatiently. I buck my hips up to feel him, and feel the blunt head of his cock against my clit.

His eyes are burning hot and hungry, his lips trapped between his teeth.

He presses his cock against my entrance, and I start to pant. He pushes himself into me in one swift move.

“Mark!” I yell. I go from empty- to the metaphysical sense, to overwhelmingly full. My nerve endings are agonizing, the air knocked out of my lungs.

“Shit…” Mark grunts, his fingers digging in the flesh of my thigh, his teeth sinking into the skin pf my shoulder.

Slithered to the hilt, he reaches the deepest point inside of me. This sudden wave of electricity and pleasure washes over me too intensely for me to handle. My legs start to tremble.

“Fuck!” I cry out. Just having him inside me is enough to make me lose it. Before I know it, I am already coming.

“Give it to me, Abby. Come for me.” Mark groans, rolling his hips once, twice, pushing me over the edge. I cry out again, my orgasm washing over me like a tidal wave, ravaging my insides. I sink my nails into his shoulders, well aware that I’m scratching him. The sensations are so strong it hurts. I had missed it, this feeling of having a bomb exploding inside me, and the shockwaves of it making me shake and arch.

“Oh, god. Mark.” I sob, my hips bucking and pushing his cock deep between my trembling walls, milking every last bit of my awaited release.

“You feel so good when you come.” He groans, thrusting in and out of me at a steady pace, making me bounce up against the floor. Sensations start attacking me again before the aftermath of my release have disappeared.

“Please, Mark. Please.” I beg, my vagina feeling heavy with need yet overstimulated. He starts fucking me out, plunging his cock deep inside me, pulling out and ramming forward again, harder each time.

“Fuck!” The hammering sensation between my legs reverberates everywhere inside me. I lose my breath; I start to feel hot again. I screw my eyes shut, the violence of his thrusts adding a twinge of pain to the mix.

“You need to come again, don’t you baby?” Mark asks, his ragged breaths heating me up some more. God, I need to come so bad. I let out an incoherent wail, unable to make a comprehensible sentence.

“Look at me.” He demands. I look up at his intense eyes, my mind full with the dirty noises of my wetness and his hard cock hammering me. I look down at the small space in between our bodies, watching his cock disappear inside me. The salacious images turn my mind into a blur, coupled with the sensations, it makes my eyes roll back in ecstasy.

“Eyes on me.” He orders. I force them open and look back at him, sweat trickling down on me. “Are you going to come again?”

“Yes! Yes!” I cry out, the hammering sensation between my legs becoming unbearable. “I’m-”

“Ask for permission.” He grinds out, cutting me off. Oh, my god.

“Can I come? Please, can I come?” I beg, submitting instantly. He slows down, fucking me in long and deep thrusts.

“Not now.” He growls.

“Please!”

“Not yet. Don’t come yet.” He orders breathlessly, his movements slowing even more.  He wraps his fingers around my neck, keeping his eyes firmly locked with mine.

“Breathe, baby.” He murmurs. I try to control my breathing, focusing on taking deep breaths rather than the feeling of him inside me. Mark kisses me, hard, tongue first, possessing me and dominating me. I hadn’t had him so dominant in a while. I had missed it.

He pulls away from me and sits back, grabbing the back of my knees and pulling them up so my pelvis is more tilted. He slowly starts to fuck me again, bringing his thumb to my clit and rubbing it in circles. His other hand comes down to my throat again.

“Fuck…fuck…fuck…” I moan, my eyes rolling back again as he picks up pace.

“Fuck, yes. You’re so wet.” He grunts, his finger gliding effortlessly against my skin, helped by the abundant lubrication of my wetness. The pleasure in so intense the words are getting lost between my brain and my mouth.

“Aaah… yes… good…” I wail as he reaches a punishing, erratic rhythm. Mark leans in, connecting our sweaty chests together, pulling my knees up some more, the new angle makes him reach that keen sport inside me.

“Oh, god, right there! Don’t stop!” I yell, slapping my hand over his shoulder. He grunts, flexing his fingers around my throat, tightening his grip. I’m going to lose my mind.

“Fuck!” I cry out. “Can I come? Please, can I come?” I beg. He tightens his grip around my throat, making it hard for me to breathe. I start to convulse.

“I need to come. Let me come, please.” I plead, reaching up and curling my fingers around his. His grip loosens, and air rushes in again, as well as all the sparks and hotshots and stabs of pleasure. I implode.

“Shit.” I choke out. Mark sits back again, his thumb working on my clit even faster.

“Mark, please!” I cry, feeling my juices threatening to flow out. Mark pulls out of me and pushes two fingers inside me, pumping them fast. I arch my back, my orgasm ravaging me. My release spurts out in heavy loads, soaking the carpet.

“Fuck! Oh, my god!” I yell. I’m squirting. Mark pulls his fingers out but keeps rubbing my clit. I circle my hips against him, and I keep coming, never seeing the end of it.

“God, Abby.” Mark moans, a point of wonder in his voice. He stops, letting me come down from my high, even though the remains of it are making me sensitive.

“Let me taste this.” Mark rasps, and I feel him kiss the inside of my thigh.

“No.” I beg.

“I can’t.” I pant, trying to squeeze my thighs together. He grabs my legs and holds them spread before him.

“Yes, you can. And you will.” He retorts before unleashing his tongue on me. He starts torturing me again, his devilish tongue drawing all kinds of patterns on my clit, leaving hotshots of pleasure in its wake. 

I push my fingers in his hair and ride his tongue, hard and fast, desperately chasing the painful pleasure. My mouth open as I beg for him to keep going or stop, it’s still unclear to me.

He adds two bold fingers to the mix, pushing them inside me, rubbing them onto my front mall, pumping them in and out, fast. My legs close themselves but he resists me. Tears spring to my eyes as I yell.

This is too much, too good. It’s pleasure overload.

I come for the third time in a row, writhing and arching my back, screaming his name and begging for mercy.

When he stops and pulls his fingers out of me, my legs are still convulsing, I am breathless, sweaty, eyes half open, exhausted.

He peppers light kisses across my stomach, up my chest and my neck. I exhale deeply, trying to catch my breath, and close my legs up on him.

He stops me with one hand, and lays his weight back down on me, keeping my thighs spread.

“Mark.” I beg. I feel the head pf his cock brushing against my entrance. He buries his face in the crook of my neck, kissing and biting me.

“I can’t.” I breathe. I didn’t even catch my breath yet. I’m oversensitive, it’ll hurt even more if he keeps going.

“Mark, please-” I grab his shoulders and try to push him away.

“Shhhh…” He coos, easing himself inside me. He breaks me in, his shaft rubbing against my tender walls. 

I screw my eyes shut and ball my fists against him, air starting to my again.  Mark nibbles on my earlobe.

“Mark-”

“I know.” He rasps, taking my hands and pumping them up above my head. I open my eyes, finding his face close to mine as he gazes down at me with deep, burning eyes.

“You’re going to come with me this time.” He whispers, driving deeper inside me. My toes curl at the sensation.

“Okay?” He asks. He knows I want this.

“Be gentle.” I plead.

“I will.” He whispers before kissing me. He slowly pulls out of me, before entering me again, driving deep inside me.

“You’re beautiful.” He breathes against my skin, his lips lingering against my cheek. He lets his hands slide down my arms, all the way to my breasts.

“And you’re mine.” He whispers, installing a slow, passionate rhythm, each thrust both infinitely pleasurable and finitely painful.

My eyes roll back. I wrap my arms around his neck, keeping him clos as I buck my hips to meet his movement. If my heart could bleed with love, I would be dead by now.

He pants against my ear, his list audible in his voice, each breath slightly trembling.

He gradually picks up pace, increasing the intensity of our lovemaking. He locks his eyes with mine, and I keep his dear face between my hands, our parted lips barely touching.

“I love you.” He whispers, his thrusts growing sloppy. I build and build, the sensations getting stronger every time he moves.

“I love you.” I reply breathlessly, struggling to breathe properly. 

He rocks is into oblivion, fucking into me until we both reach our climax. This last orgasm has me crying and begging, shaking against him as he holds me close.

He kisses me tenderly while come back down from my high. I grab onto his hand and squeeze it tight with my shaky fingers, holding on for dear life with every last bot pf strength I have.

He kisses my tears away, runs his free hand through my hair, tells me I’m beautiful, tells me he loves me, he tells me how much of a good girl I am, how precious and lovely I am.

“My sweet, sweet Abby.” He murmurs against my ear. He rubs the tip of his nose against my cheek.

“You’re always so good to me.” He whispers before kissing me softly. He runs his fingers through my hair.

“Give me your eyes, baby.” He orders. I obey, blinking them open. I gaze up at his face, his flushed cheeks, his deep brown eyes, the few damp strands of hair dangling on his forehead.

If I hadn’t sweated so much, I would be crying at his beauty.

“I missed you.” He says to me. My heart swells, and I bring his hand up against my chest. I can’t talk.

“You can let go, Abby. I’m not going anywhere.” He says softly. I shake my head. I’m not letting him go yet, not now that he’s the loving and sweet husband that I know.

“Okay.” He gives in. I move, turning and pressing my back to his chest, curling myself into a ball and bringing his hand to my mouth. I kiss the back of his hand repeatedly.

We lay mike this for a long moment. Never letting go, I keep my lips pressed against his hand.

I’ve missed him so much. I which time would stop. I don’t want another event taking him away from me, making him distant and aggressive.

“What are you thinking about, love?” Mark asks me, breaking the silence before pressing his lips to my temple. I trace his ring finger with my index.

“When we go back to LA you’ll be like before.” I say without looking at him. He doesn’t reply for a moment. I hear him breathe, I feel his heartbeat against my shoulder.

“I can’t guarantee you anything.” He murmurs, his lips grazing the shell of my ear. “But I’ll try. I will.”

I tilt my head and look up at his eyes. His hair is a mess, his lips are a bright pink, his cheeks still warm and flushing. He looks beautiful.

“I don’t want to make a promise I can’t keep.” His eyes are sincere. “But I missed being like this with you, and I want to keep things like this.” He explains. I know he means it, but I also know there are too many bad memories, and ongoing drama in LA for him to stay the loving and calm husband he is.

“In less than six months, a lot of good things happened.” I murmur, pensive.

“I graduated, got engaged, found a workplace I love, peanut came along, we got married…” I trail off. It’s crazy how each of these happy moments preceded something bad, usually involving Olivia? I have a mixed memory of our honeymoon, for example. The moments without Olivia were wonderful, but she ruined the end of it.

“I’d like to remember more good than bad.” I tell him. He looks at me intensely.

“And right now, what do you remember more?” He asks quietly.

“I don’t know.” I shrug. “It depends on the moment of the day.” I explain.

“When I’m with you, like this…” I whisper, my throat tightening again. I want to cry when I look at him, because I love him so much that it hurts.

“It breaks my heart that I love you so much. You and the baby.” I choke out, my voice trembling. “If anything were to happen-”

“Don’t say it.” He breathes.

“I love you.”

“Shhhh. Don’t.” He murmurs, pressing his lips onto my cheek. His fingers flex between mine, and he squeezes my hand in his, pulling me closer to him.

“Please, don’t.” He begs.

“Don’t tell me you love me. I don’t… I don’t want you to feel sad about it.”

I open my mouth to reply, but he cuts me off.

“Don’t say anything.” He says. “Just stay with me.” He murmurs, and it’s a plea.

Dance with Me

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Imagine you are a new vampire and your dating Raphael. One day he his in a bad mood so you decide to cheer him up.
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Y/N’s POV

I was sitting in the main lounge room, feeding. It was a lot getting used to, being a vampire. I will admit I am going to miss the sun but i’ll be fine. Raphael had been taken away for some type of meeting or something. I was cleaning the dishes I used for my meal when Raphael came storming through.
“Raphael? What’s wrong?” I could feel the bad mood radiating off of him. I watched him storm through and out of the room without even a word. “Okay?” Just the, the guy that had come to get him earlier came in with a look of having the tail between the legs.
“Hi.” He said sheepishly. I sighed.
“What happened?”
“Bad news. A couple of our younger members got caught by the Clave and were charged with breaking the accords.”
“Great.” He nodded and left. I was trying to figure out what to do.
“Oh! That could work.” I picked up my phone and googled my idea.
*Time Skip*
I found Raphael in our shared, huge room. He was sitting at the window, fuming. I quietly giggled.
“If you stare anymore, you’re going to burn hole through the glass.” I joked. He just gave a side glance back. “Hmmph.” I went and searched for the music I needed. I connected my phone to the speakers and started the music. I saw Raph turn slightly in my peripheral vision. I smiled and started to dance to the Spanish music. Very badly, I might add.
“Y/N?” He turned to me completely. “What are you doing?”

“Dancing!” I laughed as I spun around. I saw him crack a smile. I moved forward and tried to grab his hand. “Come dance with me!” He didn’t budge. I continued to dance but tripped and fell. Before I hit the ground Raphael caught me.
“You are not the most graceful vampire yet.” He laughed. I laughed with him. I laid my head on his chest and was poked by something.
“What’s that?” He looked down and pulled out a necklace of a golden cross.
“It was given to me by my mother before I was turned. It was for protection against vampires but you see how that worked out.”
“Hmm. Did Camille turn you?”
“No. His name was Louis and I killed him. And if it wasn’t for Magnus Bane I probably would have killed myself.” He got lost in thought. I saw a look of remorse on his face.
“Hey Raph…” He looked at me. “Dance with me.” He smiled. He went over to my phone and played another song.

“Come here.” He held out his hand. “This dance is called Fandango. It’s a traditional Spanish dance.” He lead me through the dance. I kept messing up but he just laughed and helped me through.
“At least he’s in a better mood now.” I thought to myself.
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boyfriend!junmyeon

• junmyeon is straight up boyfriend goals
• the best boyfriend you could ever hope for
• is a perfect gentleman at all times
• prepare to feel completely loved and taken care of 24/7
• because he’s convinced that if you don’t, he’s doing something wrong
• is overall very sweet, loves doting on you
• you can 100% see the love he has for you in his eyes whenever he looks your way
• (the other exo members joke that it’s gross)
• ((they’re happy he’s happy, though))
• definitely is more traditional in his sense of romance
• the type to bring you a bunch flowers on the first date
• and stand in your doorway looking nervous
• (also the type to not know whether or not to give you a kiss at the end of the date, so gives you a handshake instead)
• ((will never live it down))

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赤髪の白雪姫特別編 P9-End

あきづき空太

よし, 頑張った!I’m not gunna lie, these were beyond my current capabilities.  Hopefully I didn’t break anything too badly!! <3s

オビ「I saw you from above today.  It looked like you were carrying something heavy?」

リュウ「Uh huh. I was taking Shirayuki’s place.」

オビ「Those are big shoes to fill.  As to arm strength, is that your favorite of her good qualities?」

リュウ「Um…shoes?  Well, Shirayuki’s red hair has become close to me」

(*Localization Note:  The idiom Obi uses is literally “stretching your back to make you taller” - Ryuu responds with “Back?” My translations for Obi are enough of a mess without trying to make that work~)

鈴「Woah, time just stopped.」

鈴「Now..I think Ryuu has fallen in love」

リュウ *Well her hair is nice like red flowers*

オビ「Don’t Ryuu!  If you keep up this behavior you might become some kind of ultra noble youth like Mitsuhide」

オビ「See, because Sir majestically phrases even his compliments…then once you sort out his pick up lines they don’t have nearly as much of an impact….」

オビ「That’s how you become that kind of person…」

鈴「Is Mitsuhide the young noble-ish guy who fell down and bloodied his nose the other day?  I had to stuff cotton in his nose.」*Who was he again?*

オビ「No, that’s someone different.  I hope he gets well soon.」

リュウ「Would saying that be weird?」

オビ「No no.  I’m sorry, it’s definitely not weird.」

鈴「You should tell Shirayuki directly and see if she understands」

~West Fort~

ミツヒデ「Just now…I had a feeling someone said something extremely rude」

ゼン「It was probably Obi.」


リュウ「Shirayuki.  Hey, I’m happy that your red hair has become eye level for me.  Is it bad I feel that way?」

白雪「No」

白雪「I’m a little embarrassed」

白雪「I remember around when we met in the castle!」

白雪「Promising you that I would work hard, having deep conversations with people in the building, and later, eating a lot of food with Obi and everyone, I am very happy.」

リュウ「I see.」

鈴「…We’ll reflect on ourselves.」

ゼン「Instead of gaining something, I missed a chance to be straightforward about my feelings.」

~That’s All~

lordhyderon-deactivated20170208  asked:

I love this AU ideas and that anon can fucking choke, Nina. My request: Notting Hill AU + HydeJackie :)

LOOOL, that’s the spirit. Aaaand, god choice! (mom’s actual favorite movie, man). But I’m not going to follow the movie as it was lol…

Actress Jackie Burkhart has found a successful career on her 20s, happily becoming Hollywood’s most loved face and every person who likes females’ dream girl. She has everything she ever wanted, right? So having a week off, she decides to visit her terrible mother in the little town of Point Place, Wisconsin.

Pam’s welcome is far from warm or even motherly, and the bad taste of it encourages Jackie to go out and explore the little town by her own. If someone recognizes her, at least it won’t be a big fuss like in bigger cities.

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anon fic submission

I just watched ten episodes too many of Grey’s Anatomy and felt the need to write something over dramatic w Sid and Geno so this happened. I didn’t know where to put it so here it is. 

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Sid hears the front door slam shut. It’s eleven at night and storming, the perfect horror movie set up. His panic only lasts for a moment, though, as he recognizes the frustrated breathing come from his foyer.

“Geno?” Sure enough, his hulking best friend stomps into the kitchen and drops into one of the bar stools with his head in his hands. Sid edges closer. “G, what happened? Why are you here?”

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Dating Namjoon!

Originally posted by rapnamu

the garden // the sprouts <-coming soon

a/n: I’m excited to finally be completing the boyfriend bts series! I decided to finish it off with my ultimate bias, my big dork, the love of my li-Kim Namjoon. And as always, this will be added onto and edited at a later date!

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