please come over and bring wine

Michael Latta - I’m Not Really Like That

A/N: Two Latts in a row! Love it. 

Warnings: None… but unedited, kind of. 

“It’s going to be fine. I’m sure you’ll wind up having an amazing time. He’s a great guy.” My best friend and roommate Ashley said as she stood in my doorway, watching me get ready.

I was about to go on a date… my first date in 3 years. I had dated a professional football player for 2 years, until one day he just up and left. I thought I had found the one. After I caught him cheating, I had completely sworn off dating professional athletes. But somehow, this Michael Latta character had convinced me to give him a chance.

“I don’t know, Ash. I haven’t done this in so long. I don’t even know how to talk to guys anymore let alone how to act on a date.” I whined as I spritzed my hair with some spray.

“Oh, I think he’s here. Quit you’re complaining, you’ll have a great time.” She said as she walked away.

“Ugh” I groaned as a tripped slipping on my shoes. I walked down the hallway and opened the front door right as Michael was walking up the front steps.

“Oh, sorry, you didn’t have to come to the door! Sorry I’m running a little late.” I choked out as I zipped up my jacket and shut the front door behind me.

“It’s okay, really. But, hi, how are you?” Michael said with a laugh, holding out his arms for a hug.

“Good, and you?” I asked as I hugged him, trying to calm myself down.

“Good.” He said with a gentle smile, leading me to his car. “I’ve been crazy busy with practice, so I didn’t get to plan anything extravagant for tonight. You okay with just going to grab some dinner?”

“Of course!” I said with a nervous smile as I climbed into the passenger seat of his Mercedes SUV.

Luckily Michael had gone off on a tangent about hockey, so there wasn’t much time for me to speak and embarrass myself.


“So, enough about me, tell me more about you.” Michael said as we sat down at our table at the restaurant.

“Well, there’s not much to know. I really gave up most of my independence for my last relationship and…” I began, and then shook my head. “Sorry, that’s not really something you talk about on the first date.” My face turned a nice shade of red as I sunk into my chair, unable to look him in the eyes.

“No, it’s okay. Really.” He answered with that gentle, comforting smile of his. “Maybe just start with the simple stuff. You know, where you’re from, what your family is like, that kind of thing.”

“Okay, right. Well, I’m from-“ I began, but was interrupted by the server coming over to take our drink orders. I exhaled loudly… loud enough to catch the eyes of both Michael and the server. Great.

“Miss, what can I get for-,” The server started, but my nerves interrupted him.

“Martini. Please. Something strong.” I said quickly.

“Oh, Okay… and for you sir?” The server said, shooting me a weird look.

“I’d prefer a glass of wine, bring me a dry red?” He asked. The server nodded and walked off.

“Hey, is everything okay?” Michael asked. He caught me picking my nail polish off and breathing heavy.

“Um, yeah. I’m good.” I said, playing with my hair.

“Look, I know what happened. I know what happened to you before, and I know it’s difficult to put yourself out there after experiencing something like that. But, I’m really not like that. I think you’re beautiful and you deserve the absolute best out of a man.” He said, reaching his hand out across the table to grab mine.

“Can we start over?” I said with a gentle smile, taking a deep breath and beginning to feel more comfortable.


“I had an amazing time tonight, thanks for calming me down before.” I told Michael as he walked me to my front door.

“Yeah, absolutely. Can I see you again soon?” He asked as he pushed some stray hairs out of my face.

“Yeah, I think that would be okay.” I laughed as I looked at the ground shyly.

“Goodnight, Y/N.” He said as he kissed me quickly.

“Night.” I said with stars in my eyes as I bit my lip and watched him walk off.

Yellow Rose~Part 2 (1940s Bucky Barnes x Female Reader)

Catch up here: Prologue  Part 1


Words: 1733 (HOLY CRAP)

Pairing(s): 1940s Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Kissing, I think that’s it??

Requested By: Anon

Request: Hey, do you think you could write a Bucky x reader based on Ed Sheeran’s song Nancy Mulligan please ?

Summary:  (AU where Bucky never falls off the train and gets to live a happy life) Working as a nurse in WWII, you never expected to fall in love. But then a certain blue-eyed soldier walks into your life, and you can’t ignore the sparks between you. Eventually, the war ends, and you return home. Bucky courts you for a while, before proposing. But your father refuses to give you his blessing. Will you give in, and let your father control your life? Or will you take a leap of faith and run away with the love of your life, James Buchanan Barnes?

A/N: Well I suck. I’m so sorry I took so long to post this. I loved writing this Part. The reader has siblings in this chapter, whom I named. However, the reader’s mother and father don’t. So as always, (Y/F/N) stands for “Your Father’s Name” and (Y/M/N) means “Your mother’s name”. 1940s Bucky is such a charmer! I love him so much! Anyway, I hope you enjoy!

The war was over.

You returned home to Brooklyn, and to say you were overjoyed when Bucky told you he lived there too was an understatement.

And he was true to his word, tonight he was going to take you out on your first date.

You had told your family about him. Your mother was truly happy, knowing that you had found someone. However, your father was extremely protective of you. He didn’t want to let his little girl go, but he still agreed to meet Bucky since he meant so much to you.

You were currently in your bedroom, which you shared with your younger sister. You had just finished doing your hair and makeup, and you were already dressed.

You look at yourself in your full-length mirror. Your hands smooth out the skirt of your short (Y/F/C) dress,  turning as you examine it. It’s a halter top dress with a skirt that flares out when you spin.

Your younger sister, Betty, is in your room with you.

“You look beautiful.” She says.

You turn to her and smile. “Thanks sis.”

“You’re welcome.” She says smiling back at you.

You sigh. “I only hope Bucky feels the same.”

She laughs. “You really like him don’t you?”

You sigh happily. “Yeah, I really do.”

She smiles.

There’s a knock on the door, and you look up as your older brother, William, enters.

“Hey sis.”

You smile. “Hey.”

He sighs. “I just wanted to say that if this Bucky guy breaks your heart, then I’ll take it upon myself to break him.”

You laugh, and walk over to him, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek.

“Thanks for looking out for me, but I think I’ll be okay.”

“Anytime sis.”

The doorbell rings suddenly, and your stomach flips.

“Ready?” Will asks you.

You nod and interlink your arm with his.

“God, what if dad eats him alive?” You ask the three of you leave the room.

He smirks. “Well, if I approve of the guy, then I’ll make sure dad doesn’t kill him.”

You smile. “Thanks Will.”

You get downstairs and see your mother standing by the staircase, facing the front door. Your father looks at you and your siblings before opening the door.

Bucky is standing there in all his glory, wearing a suit, while his brown locks are slicked back.

“(Y/F/N) (Y/L/N).” Your dad says holding out his hand, introducing himself.

“James Buchanan Barnes. It is an honor to meet you, Sir.” Bucky says, shaking your father’s hand.

“Please, come in.” Your father says.

Bucky smiles and enters the house.

You take a deep breath.

“This is my wife, (Y/M/N).” Your father introduces your mother.

Bucky smiles politely and shakes her hand.

“Pleasure to meet you, ma'am.”

Your mother smiles, and you know she already approves.

“The pleasure is all mine, James. I’m so happy (Y/N) has found someone.”

He smiles at that, and you catch your father scowl slightly.

“My youngest daughter Betty, and finally my eldest, William.” He continues.

Bucky smiles at your sister, and shakes her hand, before turning to your brother and shaking his.

He then turns his attention to you, and you swear you see something in his eyes. Something like love, or admiration. But maybe you just imagined it. He takes your hand, and lifts it to his lips, pressing a kiss to the back of it.

“Doll.” He says, his blue eyes shining.

“Buck.” You reply, a huge dorky grin on your face. You can’t help it. You’re head over heels for this man.

Your father stiffens at the interaction, but you catch William shoot him a look that tells him to chill out.

“Let’s go into the living room, shall we?” Your father suggests.

After Bucky talked with your parents, well, more like survived being interrogated by your father, you and Bucky were free.

“Are you ready to go?” Bucky asks.

You nod.

He holds out his arm, and you link yours with it.

“Have her home by nine!” Your father says, glaring daggers at Bucky.

Bucky nods and shakes his hand one last time. “Of course sir.”

The two of you exit the house, walk down the porch steps, out the gate, and onto the sidewalk. You can feel your father watching you from the window, but you relax as soon as you’re out of his sight.

Bucky stops suddenly and pulls you to him.

“Bucky what are you-”

He cuts you off by pressing his lips to yours. You moan softly and run your fingers through his hair, his hands are on your waist, pulling you closer.

When you pull away, you both have huge smiles on your faces.

“You messed up my hair, doll.” He teases.

You smirk, smoothing it back down as much as you could. “Yeah, whatever.

He cups your cheek, his expression growing serious yet sincere. “I missed you (Y/N).”

“I missed you too James.”

He takes your hand in his, and the two of you continue walking down the street.

“So what’s the plan for tonight Mr. Barnes?” You ask.

He chuckles. “Well Miss (Y/L/N), I was thinking that we could go out to dinner, and then maybe I can take ya out dancin’.”

You smile, realizing that he was doing exactly as he had said that day at the base.

“Sounds great.”

You arrive at the restaurant. It’s a little Italian place. He has already made reservations, so all he had to do was give the host his name. The two of you are led to a table in the corner of the restaurant, right next to a window. Bucky your chair out for you, and you take a seat, mumbling a quick thank you.

He sits, and you both look through the menu. After a few minutes, the waitress comes over.

“Hello! My name is Mary and I’ll be your waitress for tonight. Can I get you started with something to drink?” She shoots you a friendly smile.

“Yes, could we get your best bottle of Red Wine.” Bucky says before you can open your mouth.

Your jaw drops slightly. You had only had wine a couple of times before, and that was only on special occasions.

Mary notices your expression. “Of course, and shall I bring you some water on the side?”

“Yes!” You answer before Bucky has the chance. “Please.” You shoot her a grateful look.

She smiles and walks away.

The sound of Bucky quietly laughing makes your attention snap to him.

“What?” You ask defensively.

“Not much of a drinker?”

You shake your head. “I’ve only been allowed to drink on a few special occasions.”

He smirks. “Well, this is a special occasion..”

You laugh.

You order your dinner, and the two of you talk for what seems like hours while you eat. He tells you all about his friendship with Steve. You laugh at his stories.  You tell him about your life, your strict father, your loving mother, and the close relationship you shared with your siblings, as much as you picked on each other.

After dinner, he takes you to a hole-in-the-wall dance hall.

There was a band playing, and people everywhere. Couples mostly, like you and Bucky. There was the sound of laughing, and glasses clinking since alcohol was being served.

It was hard to get through the crowd, but Bucky’s hand was planted securely on your waist as he led you through the crowd.

“C'mon let’s dance!” He shouts over the music, moving his hand to grab your wrist.

“Bucky wait! I can’t dance!” You shout back, trying to keep your balance as he pulls you towards the dance floor.

“You’ll be fine! I promise I won’t let you fall.”

You smile. “Okay fine!”

And he was right.

Dancing with Bucky made you feel like you were floating on air.

You were twirling and swaying with the music. He’d lift you up and spin you around, or swing you between his legs, and it all felt effortless. You had expected to trip or step on him. But you didn’t.

When the song finished, you were breathing hard. His arms steadied you.

“You okay?” He asks.

You beam at him. “That was amazing.”

He chuckles, and pulls you into a hug, kissing the top of your head. “You’re amazing.

You blush.

You danced to a few more songs before the two of you decide to head home.

You were walking home, his arm around your waist to help you stay standing since your pumps were killing your feet.

"I had fun tonight.” You say.

He smiles. “Me too. And I’d love it if I could take you out again soon.”

You smile back at him. “I’d like that.”

You can feel him watching you.

You blush. “What? Do I have something on my face?”

He laughs, and stops walking, while gently turning you to face him.

His eyes scan your face and then look deep into your own eyes.

“You are so beautiful.” His voice is barely a whisper.

You’re a blushing mess by now.

He tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“James, you’re making me blush.”

He smirks, and his hand comes to rest on the small of your back. He pulls you so that your body is flush against his.

“Is this okay?” He whispers.

You nod, too afraid that your voice will betray you if you try to speak.

His hand comes to the back of your neck, and he pulls you into him, crashing his lips onto yours as you share one last kiss for the night.

You pull away, smiling. You look down at your shoes trying to hide your blush.

“You need to get me home… Before my father has a heart attack.”

He chuckles.

You finally get to your house, and he walks you to the door.

“I’ll write to you. Hopefully, I can take you out again soon.”

You nod, smiling.

Suddenly, the door opens, and Bucky instantly lets go of your hand.

Your father is standing there.

“Sir, thank you for allowing me to take your daughter out tonight. She is an amazing woman, and I enjoyed her company very much.”

Your father only nods.

Bucky sighs softly and looks at you. “Good Night (Y/N).”

“Goodnight Bucky.” You say, before going inside.

A/N: Thanks for reading! I really hope you enjoyed this Chapter. I know I had said that I would try to update weekly, but I have a pretty busy life. So I’m not gonna promise anything, but I will try to get the next parts out ASAP! As always feedback is appreciated. Have a wonderful day my lovelies!


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A warning to all who would continue down this road that leads to sandwich perfection…

Abandon hope. Kiss your friends and family goodbye. If you had a social life, give it a merciful death. This sandwich will devour your life, your soul, and everything that remotely resembles free time.  When all was said and done, this amazing, delicious, perfect sandwich took me four hours to make (not including grocery shopping time). It was not easy. It was not quick.

But by god it was delicious. 

In the end it was so enormous that I couldn’t close it and make it one sandwich and it ended up being two sandwich halves that everyone got a piece from each one, so that’s how I’ll be doing the recipe. Still brave enough to push on?

C'mon grab your friends, it’s Sandwich Time!

-MJ & K

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Joe Sugg imagine || White jealousy. ||

Anonymous said:

Can you do an imagine where James (Oli’s younger brother) has a crush on the reader and when hoe and the reader start dating he gets jealous and tries to break them up.

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Sitting in Oli’s apartment with Joe, you were both watching BBC news, not by choice but just because you were both too lazy to move from the couch to grab the remote, you had one leg over Joe’s leg, who put his other leg over yours to which you put your other one over his as you both sat cuddled close together on the couch, his arm was around your shoulder, your hand on his upper chest.

You had been dating Joe for around two weeks, he finally asked you out after you both liking each other for the past two years.

A knock came at the door and you both looked in it’s direction. “Oli, door!” Joe called toward the bedroom where Oli had gone ten minutes ago. “Heard it!” He called back, before he appeared, opening the front door, he smiled. “Hi.” He said brightly. “Hi Oli.” His moms voice filled the apartment. “Hi Misses White!” You called from the couch, looking in the doors direction and she poked her head in through the frame, “Hi (Y/N).” She giving you a smile, “Joe.” She added with the same smile still on his face, “hello.” He waved at her.

“Now, Oli – you’re sure you don’t mind James being here for the weekend?” She turned her attention back to her oldest child and son.

Shaking his head, Oli laughed; “of course not, mom – go enjoy your weekend holiday with dad.” He assured, taking a backpack from his moms hand. “Where is, James?” He wondered looking confused, “oh, he’s still in the car fixing his hair,” her voice turned low like she was letting out a secret, “I might have mentioned Joe and (Y/N) were over so he wanted to fix his hair up for (Y/N)” She giggled, which made Oli laugh.

It wasn’t a secret James had a crush on you, he made it pretty obvious – especially within the last several months gone by when you were helping Oli move his stuff to London because your car was bigger, you all thought it was kind of sweet.

“Oh, okay.” Oli was still laughing, but stopped clearing his throat as he heard footsteps coming up the stairs.

James entered the apartment after saying good-bye to his mother, he came through the doorframe looking down at his phone, “hi James.” You said with a smile which caused him to look up quickly, “Hi!” He exclaimed brightly, his cheeks going red, Joe started to snicker a little but you elbowed him lightly. “Shh.” You muttered.

James had done a double take seeing the position Joe and you were in on the couch and he stared between the both of you, before he looked away again picking up the Wii U controller. “We should probably get off, I still have a video to edit that goes up tomorrow morning.” You looked at the time, before looking at Joe who nodded. “You sure you wont stay for take out?” Oli wondered, looking up from his phone while standing in the kitchen.

“Love to, but you know the editing struggle is real enough sometimes.” You laughed and Oli nodded as you and Joe uncrossed your legs from each others and you stood up.

“I think you should stay,” James looked up, watching you and you smiled. “Not this time,” you said with an apologetic tone seeing the disappointment in his face. “But – maybe tomorrow you and Oli could come over for pizza or something?” You offered and James smiled. “Yeah! I mean – we can right?” He looked at Oli, but he wasn’t so much asking him.

“Yeah. Why not.” Oli nodded with a smile, seeing James light up even more in the face and eyes, “awesome! Can’t wait.” He had put the WiiU game pad down and stood up, coming over to you, he hugged you tightly and you looked up at Oli who looked amused, you hugged him back.

“See you guys tomorrow.” You waved as you finished putting your jacket on. “Bye (Y/N)!” James said waving back at you, “see you guys.” Oli said.

You left the flat, Joe taking your hand into his and you started the walk home…

… You were sitting in the desk chair in the bedroom you shared with Joe your feet were up on the edge of the bed as he was folding his laundry finally after leaving in it the dryer for two days.

You glanced over as your phone lit up and your eyebrows knitted together seeing the text from a number not in your contacts, you picked it up and laughed. “What?” Joe asked glancing at you.

“I think James stole my number from Oli’s phone.” You admitted, looking over the text message, “why?” Joe asked curiously botching the folding on a t-shirt he was holding and tossing it into the dresser anyway.

“Just gotta text from a number not in my contacts saying; Joe and you don’t look like a good couple, I’d break up.” You laughed a little bit.

“Awh, Oli must’ve told James we were dating.” Joe said, before laughing a little. “are you gonna reply?” He wondered and you shook your head. “No, I don’t think so.” You didn’t see the point.

“Poor kid,” Joe said taking his laundry basket that was empty back into the hallway.  “I mean, it’s cute in a way – but also a little creepy.” He said coming back into the room.

“Says the guy who had a massive crush on a sixth form girl when you were like ten.” You snickered as he gave you the middle finger.

“Older women are so… Sexy.” Joe said with a growl making a clawing motion with his fingers and you burst out laughing. “Oh please, you’re killing me.” You shook your head. “If he keeps texting my girlfriend though, I’ll have to have a serious talkng to him.” Joe nodded seriously.

“He’s twelve, he’s pretty harmless.” You rolled your eyes…

… The following evening had come and Joe had ordered a large pizza, chicken wings and a salad, the table was set up and you heard the buzz from the intercom.

You slide on your socks to the door and pressed a button on the touch screen. “Hey.” You said seeing Oli and James standing there. Before you buzzed them up.

“Hey.” Oli said smiling taking off his jacket, “we come with gifts.” James and pushing by Oli a little bit, he was holding a brown bag which he opened and pulled out a bottle of white wine. “For you, m'lady.” He said charmingly holding the bottle up to you.

“Oh why thank you.” You smiled taking the bottle. “Ouu my favourite.” You looked at the label.

“I know, I remembered.” James winked at you and you laughed as Oli scoffed. “Oh please, I was the one who thought we should bring wine – you just tagged along.” He rolled his eyes.

James flashed him a dark expression and Oli smirked. “Behave James or I’ll have to put you in time out,” he teased. “Shut up.” James said at him and Oli rolled his eyes again.

“Alright Oli?” Joe said coming upstairs, “alright. You?” He nodded. “Alright.” Joe said coming over to the counter. “Ouu wine!” He said brightly.

James had been following Joe as he walked across the kitchen, “I didn’t know you’d be here.” He admitted and Joe looked down at him. “I live here…” He pointed out.

“With (Y/N) who he’s dating…” Oli added which James looked more annoyed. “Shut up Oli.” He looked at his older brother.

“I’m just saying dude, they are dating – get over it, it’s too late.” He was laughing at him in a mocking way and James narrowed his eyes. “Shut up.” James said again in a darker tone of voice.

“You don’t need such negative people in your life.” James was looking at you now, “I don’t?” You asked looking up from the bottle of wine. “Short negative people.” He said looking at Joe who looked slightly offended. “But at least I’m tall enough to do this.” Joe winked at him, leaning in he kissed you quickly before you had reaction time and he started to laugh along with Oli.

“He’s got you there buddy.” Oli admitted with a nod.

“No one asked for you opinion.” James said nastily at Oli who cleared his throat. “And she’s too good for you.” He pointed at Joe. “You wont treat her right.” He added. “And you, you suck!” James snapped a little upset at Oli before he turned around and left the flat quickly.

“Oh jesus.” Oli sighed, heading for the door. “I’ll go … Honestly, what’s wrong with you two? Mocking him, you should be ashamed of yourselves.” You shook your head at them while slipping on a pair of flats you had by the door…

“Hey…” You said finding James sitting on the front steps outside of the flat, you sat down beside him. “Hi.” He said lowly and you looked out onto the empty street. “So, about inside.” You said trying to figure the right words to use. “I’m sorry about that.” James said quickly glancing at you, he had an apologetic and embarrassed look on his face.

“It’s alright.” You assured him. “I just, like you so much and Oli’s been teasing me about it all day, I just got angry.” He explained and you nodded understandingly. “Well, it’s not alright to be rude to anyone but especially not your brother, Oli is a pain in the ass – we all know that.” You nudged him a little which made him smile a small smile. “But he loves you and tormenting you is just a way of showing it.” You added, “but I understand how it feels to be tormented; so in a way I can’t blame you.”

James looked up at you, “you’re really pretty, (Y/N).” He was looking at over your face and you smiled. “Thanks James, but a lot of girls are pretty.” You pointed out, you didn’t want to hurt his feeling but you also didn’t want to give him any wrong impressions either. “Not as pretty as you.” He mused and you breathless laughed.

“Don’t you find girls in your class pretty?” You wondered and he made a horrid face, “no! They’re all gross.”

“But they’re girls! Just like me, how can I not be gross but they are?” You asked him and he paused, “that’s just weird they are like … I don’t know.” He shrugged. “They aren’t as pretty and as funny as you.” He nodded.

“I’m sure they are, you just have to talk to them, plus they are your own age.” You added.

“Think about it this way, I’m twenty-three,” you explained, “twenty-three is halfway to forty-six which is halfway to ninety-two – which is old as hell.” You weren’t sure where you were going with this, but you kept rolling with it, “girls in your class are twelve, that’s only halfway to twenty-two which is young! Really young… So do you wanna girl that’s going to be young and cool to date or something old like me who’ll be wrinkly and probably needing a walker?” You asked.

Remaining silent James was in thought about it before he looked up. “I didn’t realise you’d be getting old.” He admitted and you nodded your hands were in your hooded sweaters pockets. “I’m sorry, but I don’t think we’ll be dating anytime soon.” James had come to realisation and was rejecting you from something you weren’t even asking for.

“I understand.” You nodded trying to go along with him. “But, I’ll catch you around.” He added, he lent in and he kissed your cheek before he stood up going back inside of the building.

“I was just rejected by a twelve year old who liked me…” You whispered.

Don Pines Out and About

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I can just see Hank and Vivi going to a fancy restaurant for a night out together, and being addressed as Don Pines, and getting the top notch service. Top shelf wine, a team of servers waiting on them hand and foot, a private booth, the works. Much to Hank’s exasperated embarrassment and Vivi’s amusement.

AKA look, once in awhile I do fill requests! XD

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Normally, Hank was just as happy going down to the little diner on the corner for food when he and Vivi were too tired to cook as he was going someplace nicer. Happier, sometimes.

It reminded him a little of Greasy’s, back in Gravity Falls – mostly in the fact that it was small, and welcoming, and hosted everyone regardless of shape or species (so long as the space could handle it, though the owner had made noises about expansions if he could save up the cash so he could host a larger variety).

The fact remained that most of the time, Hank and Vivi both enjoyed and often preferred the quick and easy food they got there when they did go out to eat.

But tonight was special, and they both wanted to do something a little fancier than normal.

So they were off to The White Diamond, the fanciest new restaurant in Portland – and one of the few that was both fine dining and accepted clients of all shapes and sizes.

As if they’d visit an establishment that didn’t. Maybe Hank was spoiled from living in Gravity Falls, but he wasn’t willing to put up with pro-nat crap even indirectly.

And, well, after visiting Gravity Falls, and forming the Dinner Crew, any patience Vivi might have had was gone too.

Hank had been busy with a sudden influx of freelance work, so he’d asked Lucy Ann if she minded making the reservations. The way he was going, he was forgetting to eat if food wasn’t left within arm’s reach, so it wasn’t as if he was avoiding it, he just didn’t want to forget.

In retrospect, asking Lucy Ann was probably his first mistake.

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Picking Up The Pieces

Bonjour! Have a hartbig fic. Uh… hopefully the NSFW will make up for the NSFF. And there’s a teeny bit of swarto, too. Also, nearly 5000 words, so. Love me.

Enjoy x

Picking Up The Pieces

Now she’s gone,
And I’m picking up the pieces.
I watch you cry,
But you don’t see that I’m the one by your side.

It’s been days since Grace saw Hannah smile.

A real smile. Not a forced one, or a watery one, or a grateful one, but a real one. One that looks honest and, well, happy. Smiles like Hannah used to do. Her little grins and smirks and the way they kind of just beam out of her face. Those smiles.

But it’s been days. Maybe more than days. Weeks? Has it been over a week now?

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nicosdisangelic  asked:

Tywin promises Roose that he'll be Warden of the North, cemented by Ramsay's marriage to "Arya," in exchange for Bolton's role in the Red Wedding. If Tywin knew that a Lannister wouldn't end up as Warden of the North, why did he insist on Tyrion's marriage to Sansa?

Hiya! Nobody (except Ramsay) thinks the Boltons are going to be in charge long term. Roose knows the Harrenhal curse is coming for him: “I will not live long enough to see new sons to manhood…”

And as everybody from Roose to Barbrey to that Locke in White Harbor says, Ramsay’s authority will simply never be accepted by the bulk of the Northern political community. Which is why Barbrey is positioning herself to take over after the curse catches up with Roose: gathering together the various lords at Barrowton to await Roose’s return (a considerable political accomplishment, coupled with her pointed exclusion of Ramsay from Barrow Hall), constantly straddling the line between the Boltons and the Stark loyalists, and then there’s her dialogue: 

As Maester Medrick went to one knee to whisper in Bolton’s ear, Lady Dustin’s mouth twisted in distaste. “If I were queen, the first thing I would do would be to kill all those grey rats.”

“White Harbor might prove troublesome should Lord Wyman survive this coming battle … but I am quite sure that he will not. No more than Stannis. Roose will remove both of them, as he removed the Young Wolf. Who else is there?”

“You,” said Theon. “There is you. The Lady of Barrowton, a Dustin by marriage, a Ryswell by birth.”

That pleased her. She took a sip of wine, her dark eyes sparkling, and said, “The widow of Barrowton…and yes, if I so choose, I could be an inconvenience.”

Similarly, Tywin intends for Tyrion and Sansa to take over the North after the Boltons conveniently pave the way: 

“We shall allow the Dreadfort to fight the ironborn for a few years, and see if he can bring Stark’s other bannermen to heel. Come spring, all of them should be at the end of their strength and ready to bend the knee. The north will go to your son by Sansa Stark…if you ever find enough manhood in you to breed one.”

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Glad I'm not the only one who thinks Owen loves having sex in public! NSFW HC: Imagine y/n and Owen are in a restaurant. He's all like "Well, I know what I'm having", his hand roaming underneath the hem of your dress. Before you know it, he's slipped under the table, sat in between your legs. Waiter comes over, Owen's eating you out and you're bringing the menu up to your face, trying not to moan... OH GAD


to: agenthobbit-in-hufflepuff


This is my first fluffy drabble so I hope you like it!
Sorry again this is so late :(

“Draco! Hurry up!”

“I said I’d be done in a minute!”

Hermione huffed as she glared at the closed bathroom door. That man took more time with his hair than anyone else she knew.

The door opened then and the smirking wizard stepped out, every white-blond strand carefully positioned just so for that tousled look which Hermione would never admit out loud she found attractive.

“About time you finished,” Hermione scoffed.

“You look lovely,” Draco said with a conciliatory smile, resting his hands on her waist.

“And I took about half as much time as you did,” Hermione responded. “But thank you. Now come on, it’s already 7:30.”

Draco took her hand and they Disapparated with a <i>crack</i>!

They arrived at a small restaurant located away from the more bustling area of Diagon Alley. The owner, who reminded Hermione of Mrs. Weasley, was well acquainted with both Hermione and Draco.

“I still say we could have gone somewhere more elegant, Granger,” Draco said as he opened the door for her. “We go here nearly once a week.”

“But only for lunch,” Hermione pointed out. “And we’re always in a hurry to get back to work.”

The two entered through the rather low doorway and looked around in bewilderment.

“Are we at the right place?” Draco asked bemusedly. The place looked completely different; the layout had been changed, the large windows were now shrouded with pale curtains, candles were placed on each table, and cushiony chairs replaced the usual small wooden ones.

“Hermione! Draco! What a surprise!”
The couple turned to see the kind-faced Daisy Rowen bustling forward.

“Hello Daisy,” Hermione smiled. “The place looks amazing.”

Daisy looked confused for a moment before smiling back. “The restaurant always looks like this in the evening. Perhaps now you’ll come by more often.” She gave them a little wink.

They exchanged plesantries as Daisy lead them to their preferred table in the back, away from curious eyes. The public still wasn’t quite over their relationship and eager photographers seemed to swoop down on them like vultures whenever they stepped out in public together for more than ten minutes.

“Shall I bring you some wine to start?” Daisy asked.

“Can I have some apple juice instead, please?” Hermione asked.

Draco gave his wife an odd look but nodded and said, “Me, as well.”

“I’ll be back to take your orders,” Maisie said. She had a knowing smile on her face and raised an eyebrow at Hermione, who beamed back.

“What was-”

“I think I’ll have that casserole Pansy always tells me to get,” Hermione interrupted as she turned her attention to the menu. “What are you getting?”

“Uh… I thought I’d get the steak,” Draco said. He stared hard at Hermione but couldn’t figure out the reason for Daisy’s odd reaction.

“Fleur is throwing a baby shower for Ginny,” Hermione mentioned.

“Another one?” Draco groaned. He’d lost count of the baby showers they’d attended over the past few months. And for some reason he was always invited along with his wife.

“It’s not like you do anything anyway,” Hermione said. “You just sit there and scowl unless Teddy is around. Contrary to your belief, it is not very attractive.”

“I’m the definition of ‘attractive’, love,” Draco smirked.

“More like the definition of ‘insufferable’,” Hermione muttered. But her mouth twitched upwards anyway as she looked at the blond sitting across from her.

Daisy came back with their drinks and took their orders before disappearing again. She still had that smile on her face and it was beginning to annoy Draco.

But before he could try asking again, Hermione started talking about a book she’d read based on his recommendation and coaxed him into a discussion.

“Alright Granger, spill it,” he said when they reached a lull in conversation. “I know by now when you’re hiding something. And, somehow, Daisy knows too.”

“Knows what?” she asked innocently.

“I don’t bloody know!” he exclaimed. “That’s why I’m asking!”

Hermione just laughed. “Honestly Draco, just relax.” She reached over the table and covered his hands with hers. “You’ll find out soon enough.”

Draco looked down, his eyes focusing on her wedding ring, and then back on his wife’s smiling face. He sighed. “Fine. I’ll silently suffer till you decide to relieve me of my misery.”

“Have you gotten an Owl from your mother recently?” Hermione asked, changing the topic of discussion. She really didn’t want to tell Draco her surprise yet but if he kept staring at her with those grey eyes and slight pout she knew she’d let it slip.

“Yeah,” Draco sighed. “She said that if we don’t meet her for lunch next weekend she’ll convince Father to disinherit me.”

“Which is clearly an empty threat,” Hermione remarked.

“I’d still prefer not getting the cold shoulder from her,” Draco said.

“We don’t have anything next weekend so it should be fine,” Hermione mused. “Besides, I wanted to meet with her and your father anyway to let them know-” She abruptly stopped.

“Let them know what?” Draco’s eyes narrowed suspiciously as Hermione flushed and quickly sipped her lemonade.

“Nothing!” she squeaked. “Oh look, Daisy’s bringing the food!”

“Here you are, dears,” Daisy said as she set down the plates. “We have some of that cake you love so much, Hermione. Shall I bring it out after you finish?”

“Yes, please!” Hermione beamed.

“You’re not stealing mine this time,” Draco said flatly. “I’m pretty sure there are still fork marks on my skin from when we last had them.”

“I didn’t stab you,” Hermione scoffed. “I simply prodded your hand.”

“ ‘Prodded’, she says,” Draco muttered.

After they finished their meals (Hermione refrained from stealing Draco’s dessert), they said their good-byes to Daisy and Apparated home.

“Now can I know what you’re hiding?” Draco practically whined as they got ready for bed.

“I suppose I better, or else you might explode,” Hermione said with a smirk. 

She walked over to her bedside table and picked up a sheet of parchment which she then handed to her curious husband.

“What spell is this?” Draco asked as he read his wife’s neat writing.

“Just cast it on me,” Hermione said.

Draco looked confused but did as he was told. It was faint at first but he slowly was able to make out the glow around Hermione belly. His forehead creased with confusion for all of five seconds before it finally dawned on him.

“You’re pregnant?” Draco asked in a whisper.

Hermione beamed, unable to hide her joy. “I think I’m about a month along. I scheduled an appointment with a Healer in two days to confirm.”

Draco said nothing. He hardly moved.

“Draco?” Hermione took a cautious step forward. “Are you alright?”

He looked up at her with bright eyes. “We’re having a baby?”

Hermione nodded with a shaky smile, reaching out to cup his face. He turned his face to kiss her palm, then leaned down and placed a soft kiss on her stomach.

“We’re going to be parents,” he murmured in wonder. He looked up at his wife and saw she had tears in her eyes.

“Yeah,” she said in a trembling voice.

He suddenly got to his feet, pulled her close, and kissed her soundly.

“I love you, Hermione,” he breathed when they parted slightly.

“I love you, too, Draco,” Hermione whispered back.

Let Your Heart Be Light

To: @jaegerchips                                   From: @lyssala

Pairing: Eren/Mikasa, Shingeki no Kyojin

Setting: Modern AU; Holiday party at Jean’s apartment

Words: 2495

Rating: K+ (light language)

Notes: HAPPY SECRET SANTA! We weren’t gonna let you go without a gift so I got something nice and fluffy for you. Thank you so much for always putting such adorable art on the tag! I hope you had a wonderful holiday <3The title is from “Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas”.

Eren admittedly thought it would be easy. His friends weren’t the sharpest tools in the shed, how hard would it be to pull one over on them? Not so hard he thought; of course, “thought” being the key word there. Yet as he stood in the middle of Jean’s apartment surrounded by Eren’s closest friends and a handful of people he didn’t really know as well he has a feeling this was gonna be a lot harder than he anticipated.

Mainly that was because Mikasa, gorgeous Mikasa dressed in a red party dress and a soft, white shawl around her shoulders, was casually talking to at least the tenth guy who came up to her. Eren was pretty sure he was gonna break the glass that was in his hand and possibly start throwing glass shards at these assholes who thought they could flirt with her. Okay, maybe that was a little violent, but c’mon, Mikasa was gorgeous and she looked stunning tonight. Didn’t they think a girl like that was taken? Cause she was, incredibly taken, so taken Liam Neilson was gonna come give an intimidating speech for these guys.

Of course, no one in this room knew that. Thus Eren had to stand at a distance and watch Mikasa try and be polite to a bunch of guys who just wanted her number. Eren sincerely hoped they gave her their number because, oh, Eren would have fun with those later.

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anonymous asked:

can you please write a bathing prompt for the three sentence fenhawke fic? :>

There are few things that Fenris likes about Orlais, and a great many things he dislikes.

From the ostentation to the arrogance; from the way the elves are treated, to the way they look at him, their eyes bright and hopeful, too close to awe for his liking. Fenris doesn’t want that kind of responsibility; he never has.

And yet here I am, he thinks, following Hawke and some simpering Orlesian fellow in a golden mask - Fenris wasn’t listening when he gave his name - into what will be their room for the next few days.

As they enter, Fenris’s eyebrows raise. It’s huge, multi-roomed, with a balcony overlooking a grand courtyard. The furniture is overstuffed and unnecessarily fine, too much gold leaf, too much of everything. But there are shelves full of books, and through an open door there Fenris glimpses a bath - something that will be most welcome after their long journey.

“We are so very glad to have you here, Champion,” the Orlesian says with an oily smile, preening at Hawke. “Anything you need is yours - just ring the bell and one of the servants will be with you in moments.”

“Thank you,” Hawke says as he sets his bag down on the floor. “But the invitation was addressed to Fenris; I’m just his plus one.”

The Orlesian purses his lips, gazing at Fenris before nodding sharply. “Of course,” he says, his voice artificially bright. “I’m certain we’re very happy to have both of you here.” He doesn’t sound glad that Fenris is here; they have that in common, then.

The man gives another bow complete with ridiculous flourishes, then with a sweep of his cloth-of-gold cape he is gone.

“Orlesians,” Hawke grumbles, pulling off his own cape and throwing it onto a velvet chair. “Just so you know, I’m dressing and acting in the most Fereldan way I can until we leave.”

“But you didn’t bring the dog,” Fenris says, and Hawke grins at him.

Fenris goes to the bathroom and is pleased to see that it’s as fancy as the rest of the room; turning the tap brings forth a stream of wonderfully hot water, and the bottles next to it are full of scented oils that he pours generously into the water.

“I like the way you think,” Hawke says as he comes over. He’s half-naked now, and Fenris’s eyes linger on his chest, his arms - he’s very distracting. Before he even realises he’s doing it, his finger is tracing down Hawke’s sternum.

Snatching his hand away, Fenris goes back into the living room to grab a bottle of wine from the table that’s been laid out for them, along with two glasses, before returning to the bathroom and stripping.

When his last piece of clothing is on the tiled floor, he looks up to see Hawke grinning at him.

“Wine and naked Fenris? It must be my lucky day.”

“It must indeed. I might even let you give me a massage later.”

“Gladly, love,” Hawke says, and steals a kiss before getting into the bath. Fenris smiles, feeling fond and warm. Maybe Orlais won’t be completely awful. Not with Hawke by his side.


(This is a sequel to this ficlet)

The other three(-ish) sentence Fenhawke fics. 

For The First Time

For Klaine Advent day six: fan + Cheesy Hallmark movie summary at the end this time, because it kinda spoils it. 

(This one is R, where Hallmark doesn’t dare go.)

“I’m a big fan of your work.” Blaine admits this before his date, Kurt, Kurt, perfect swoop of chestnut hair, leanly muscled, hard lines of jaw and cheekbones and legs and narrow hips. His smile is wry, his eyes speckled with the glow of the oil lamp between them on the table.

The restaurant noise fades to a meaningless din around them, just him and Kurt, and Blaine has to curl his twitching fingers into his palms so he won’t reach out and touch and hold and never let go. He wants. So much.

“Is that so?” Kurt says, his own fingers busy setting and resetting the flatware. “How long have you been following my work, Blaine?”

Blaine is unashamed to answer, “About fifteen years now. Or longer, if you count before.”

“Before,” Kurt says. Not a question, fork and spoon and knife lined just right.

Blaine’s mouth ticks up. “Before.”

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“Mason!” Levi burst through the home, and found himself dashing into the kitchen where Mason was pouring himself a glass of wine. It had been a couple of days since his brother arrived, and his mind was all over the place, more than usual. “My brother,” He breathed out. “He’s here, my brothers here. You have to let him come here once in awhile.” Levi could only do so much, like bring him blankets, or something to eat once in awhile, which he did already. Brought him food earlier.



justplainfrances  asked:

3,017 miles is heart wrenching/ Longing for the shadowy touch/ Your lips ghost over all bareness/ When will you return,/ To me, to us./Your words mend my drunken/Delirium indefinitely./Don't give me up.


I’m finding my way to you

One mile at a time


Stopping for dandelion wine

And a call to your parents for permission


Stopped for a ring

To fit the hollow of your finger


This mile post sings sadly

It’s reminding me I still have

3,012 more miles to go

The wind on my back

Brings me your scent


I’m coming love

Please don’t give up on me

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