rose behind his back

anonymous asked:

ok i've out for a year maybe... but you arr ENGAGED NOW?? thats so awesome and i want to hear everything about it pretty pleaaaaase((:

sweats if you want to..sweats more

Okay..SO. Sasha’s birthday was closing by at the horizon, that’s when he started to tease me that there is the best kind of present he wants to make himself (just in case no, it wasn’t so self-assured, because we talked about eventual wedding before and it wasn’t out of blue or totally unplanned thing!), after some of preparational teasing done, he started to send me vague messages with pictures, each had a certain number hidden within. Theeen Sasha started to hide (so I could find them) different notes with drawings on it, it all forming in a quest! 

By this time poor Sasha was starting to get very sick.

Once I had everything, there was a login and password to a page he made on our social network (similar to facebook) that said something like “happiness is near:”D”. And something about an envelope which I will have to find later. After that there was another note, he drew his friend, and it gave me his phone number and written “If you want that envelope, call me, say Hiiiii”, so I called Roma the next day (the day of Sasha’s birthday), yelled Hiiiiii, and he arranged a meeting at a certain time and place. I went there, Roma did too, gave me a cute small envelope that had another note from Sasha with another place and time! Ahaha, poor Roma, after that he had to go. Rode so far to the center just to get back in a minute. But that’s what friends are for, I guess!

So, going to the next (final) spot, I came a little earlier than I was supposed to, didn’t see Sasha at first, but then I did, and went there, he was standing in the middle of the Colonnade. He went like congratulaaations, you did it, you won the quest and did everything correctly, something like this! Then he put out roses from behind his back and I was like laskdjalsdk they were white and red and very pretty. I remember everything so vague from here because I was  like LKSdjlsd already, I think Sasha said something else, but I don’t remember clearly. After that though, I do, because it was quite funny but perfect for me, because he went like “ouch ouch, my knee” to get on his knee and i think by that moment I started to tear up?? I had my suspicions in the middle of this quest, but I wasn’t sure, but I still got super emotional. Then he put out the capsule with the ring and asked me if I will become his wife and (SPOILERS) i said of course yes. 

Then I think some women started to clap and cheer and I was still a bit lskjdlskdjs

Once we went home though, we measured Sasha’s temperature and it was like 38-39 something..had to heal him:D He said later that he wanted to say a lot when proposing, but got nervous:”) I’m kind of not getting too detailed here because it’s pretty long as it is, but it’s perfect the way it is for me:”)

Best Laid Plans

SPN FanFic

~Dean tries to go all chick-flick on you but fails miserably~

Dean x Reader, Sam

2,464 Words

Warnings: Gratuitous Fluff. Smidge of Smut (Barely)

A/N: This is for @lizmalfoywayland​ who sent me the amazing idea this morning. And for @bringmesomepie56​ in trade for Sammy (we’re even now)

~Feedback is the Crack that keeps the writing coming back!~

“So any big plans for tonight?” Sam asked his brother as they both reached for the coffee pot at the same time.

Dean beat him to it and let out a victorious chuckle. “I don’t know what you’re referring to,” he lied; a mischievous sparkle overtaking his green eyes.

“Good morning!” Y/N appeared in the archway, bouncing into the kitchen and running to Dean. Careful to avoid the hot mug of joe in his hands, she leaned up on her toes to kiss him hello. Dean closed his eyes as her lips distracted him, so much so that he didn’t notice Y/N had stolen his coffee until she pulled back and took a sip.

“Hey!”

Y/N cringed. “You forgot the milk.”

“I did not. That was mine,” Dean laughed, watching her float over to the fridge with a smile. She was adorable, even right out of bed, especially right out of bed. Her hair was a mess of tangles and unruly slept-on waves, her eyes were bright but sleepy, and her voice was crackly and low. Also didn’t hurt that she looked hot as hell in his old t-shirt that hung down to her thighs, almost completely covering the tiny sleep shorts she wore.

“I would have thought you’d at least make me coffee this morning, Dean.” Y/N poured a splash of milk into the mug and turned to give Dean a chance to defend himself.

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Everything

Characters: Y/N Winchester, Dean Winchester, Castiel Novak, Sam Winchester, Benny Lafitte, Bela (Talbot) Lafitte, Bobby Singer, Jody Mills, Jim Murphy.    

Pairing: AU Mechanic!Dean x Wife!Reader

Warnings: suspense, language, implied smut, mention of sex, and another one but I putting that in the tags cause I don’t wanna give anything away.    

Word Count: 3400ish

A/N: So I have been listening to a lot of James Blunt lately and this song hasn’t been able to leave me alone. When I started thinking about @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog aka mommy Mimi’s romcom fluff challenge it came roaring back. My prompt for Mimi’s challenge was You’re going to be bad for business. I can tell from the movie Moulin Rouge. Because I felt I might have been one of the people that Mimi glared at in her challenge post I chose to challenge the premise of the challenge a bit. It is fluff! I swear! Mimi don’t hurt me :P And also sorry for being a little late.

Thanks to my sweet amazing lil sis Rach aka @mysupernaturalfics for betaing this one.

***My fics are not to be saved nor posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***

Dean didn’t hear the customer yelling after him as he rushed through the front of his auto repair shop. He didn’t register his uncle Bobby hollowing from the scrap yard for him to drive safe and that he would be no good to you dead. All Dean could think about was the call he had gotten 2 minutes earlier. A call that he had been expecting but it had still knocked his wind right out of him. He was pale as a ghost as he got in behind the wheel of his 1967 chevy impala. Nothing in that moment mattered to him was getting to you.

Dean’s entire body was on autopilot as he got behind the wheel of his car, pulling into the street and heading towards the hospital. Memories of you were all that occupied his mind. Memories of how his nights had been calmer and sleep filled after you came into his life. Your presence made everything better and sleep wasn’t a task that needed to be conquered anymore. It came as natural as holding you tightly against his body. Memories of how you would be humming in the kitchen every morning before work making him breakfast because you didn’t have to be at the coffee shop until an hour after he had to be at work. He loved wrapping his arms around you from behind and feel you lean back into him. He loved the way you’d always tilt you head, silently asking him for a kiss, which he would happily grant you.

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6am: ArchiexReader

hey guys, just a quick oneshot that I threw together. idk, having major archie feels. feedback would be appreciated if you don’t hate it. 

Summary: Archie waking you up in the middle of the night. Basically just complete fluff.

Originally posted by juggiehead

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After All This Time

Originally posted by fyeahlucastill

Originally posted by noapologies-v

Summary: “You’re a big girl now, right Alexis? You should know that your grandpa Alex has something called Alzheimer’s. It means he forgets sometimes.”


Summer 1965

Alex Summers and Sean Cassidy were out at a diner for lunch. The young men hadn’t seen each other in a while and decided to meet and catch up over their favorite greasy food.  They got a booth next to a big window, and Sean reclined with a contented sigh. That boy could get comfortable anywhere.

“Hello and welcome to Sally’s Diner. I’m Y/N, what can I get you today?” Alex looked up at their waitress, his eyes trailing up from the skirt of her uniform to her face. She was the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen.

“Your number would be nice, sweetheart.” Sean said, not missing a beat. Alex shot a glare at his friend, throat tightening. He had no right to be mad at Sean, he had no claim to this gorgeous stranger. All the same, he was annoyed.

“Sorry sweet talker, I don’t give my number out until you’ve at least ordered. After that, we’ll see.” She glanced at Alex, giving him a sweet smile. His heart thumped faster.

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Ten Years And Counting

A year ago today, @atticuos send me a Derek Hale fanvideo and that was the start of a beautiful and wonderful friendship (and also the first of many, many videos that she send me). I honestly don’t even know where to begin to describe how important Elisa is to me and how happy she makes me, and I’m just so lucky to have her in my life.

Happy friendaversary, my adorable baby monkey. I love you to the other end of the universe and back a billion times. ♥

As soon as the car door was shut and the sound of the busy city on the other side was reduced to a more muffled sound, Derek sagged back against the driver’s seat, closed his eyes, and let out a heavy and tired sigh, his shoulders losing the tension in them little by little.

It was late. The sun was already going down behind the tall buildings of the city, leaving the sky in a soft pink and orange glow that Derek would probably have been admiring if he wasn’t resting his eyes and considering taking a power nap for just a brief moment. That, and the buildings illuminating the darkening city was blocking out the sunset anyway, so he wouldn’t have been able to see much from the parking lot he was parked in.

That was one of few downsides of living in the city.

Letting out another tired sigh, Derek scrubbed a hand over his face, ran it over his beard (he had let his stubble grow over the years, a few gray hairs joining the darker ones) to fix the wild hairs sticking out, and then grabbed the steering wheel as he turned on the car.

His head was killing him, his brain tired from a long day of having to be around so many people. But, as a history teacher at the community college, that was his job and he liked it. It was the good kind of tired, the kind of tired where he could go home and not feel completely drained and exhausted, the kind of tired where he still had energy to be awake for a few more hours.

He hadn’t felt this relaxed and good in years, and all it had taken was to leave Beacon Hills and his ghosts behind. And, of course, for Stiles to join him in New York, too.

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They’re For Her.

Originally posted by gotham-girl

Request: bruce imagine? where bruce is bffs with reader for long time and she’s super nice and smart and stuff. and he picks her over silver and Selina? 

Fandom: Gotham!Bruce Wayne x Reader

Tags: a bit of swearing, fluff, short imagine

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Flowers And Chocolates - Kol Mikaelson

Request: Hello, do you received any Kol request? If you didn’t could you write a smut valentine’s one, please? luv u ((Anon))

Warnings: Smut, so much smut, fluffy smut.

Pairing: Kol Mikaelson x Reader

A/n: Valentine’s Day!!!!

Originally posted by alltheimaginesbro

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You were laying on the couch, very unladylike in your pajamas, watching Netflix and eating popcorn out of a bowl when Kol came in. His hands were behind his back and you knew that he had a Valentine’s Day present hidden. You stood up with a big smile.

“What’cha got behind your back?” Kol pushes his hands even further behind him and smiles.

“Nothing, darling, not a thing.” Your smiles grows.

“Nothing?” He smiles right back as your all before pulling his hands out from behind his back and revealing the roses and chocolates in his hands.

“You’re amazing.” You say, still smiling as you take the chocolates and flowers from his hands.

He kisses you, a quick kiss that leaves you smiling as you try to find a vase for the roses. Just as you slip the roses into a vase of water Kol appears behind you, his hands on your hips, his lips at your ear.

“What do you say we go upstairs and have some fun?” Kol’s hands run from your hips to your arms to your hands. You take a slow breath.

“Oh, I don’t know..” You smile, trying to sound sarcastic.

“You don’t know? Well, I think your heartbeat speaks for you here, darling.” His fingers tangle with yours against the counter.

“Fun, you said?” Kol hums against your neck as you talk.

“Lots of it.” He presses a kiss to your neck.

“Alright then, take me upstairs.” He brings your tangled hands to your stomach and, using his vampire-speed, takes you both to the bedroom.

He turns you round on your feet, his hands now out of yours and on your face, pulling you towards him to kiss you. You put your hands on his sides, getting a feel of the muscles underneath as you kiss. Kol leaves a small bite to your lips and you break apart, not hurt or even in shock, you needed to breath. His hand is on the back of your neck, the other one still on your face as you catch your breath. You work at his pants as he reconnects your lips, they fall to the floor along with your baggy shorts. Both of you had decided on no underwear, convenient.

The next time the kiss breaks your shirts come off, and then Kol’s laying you down underneath him on the bed. His cock rests on your thigh, his lips moving down your neck and his hands on the bed, one beside your head and the other near your rib. He shuffles down and you put your hands on his shoulders as he gets ever closer to your breasts. Your breath hitches, you’re eyes close, and your hands squeeze his shoulders as he attaches his lips to your nipple, rolling his tongue and blowing cool air on it. You buck your hips, desperate for contact, and it doesn’t go unnoticed.

Kol lifts one of his hands from the bed and brings it to your clit, two fingers pressing slow deep circles into it. Both of you moan and your grind into his fingers, your head thrown back and to the side, your eyes still completely closed. He switches to his thumb instead of his fingers and teases your entrance with his index finger. You tense and he removes his lips from your right nipple with a smile.

“Relax.” He mumbles, leaving a kiss to the valley between your breasts. You take a slow deep breath, willing your body to relax. And one it does, Kol takes your other nipple into his mouth and pushes s finger slowly into you.

“Kol, fuck.” Your voice is barely above a whisper, and his name comes out in a gasp, making him moan.

You buck your hips, wiggling them to try to pull more of his finger into you. He pushes another in and you spread your legs wider, so eager for pleasure, and you blush at the thought of what you must look like right now, legs wide open, moaning and bucking your hips on his fingers. You’re getting so close, and you barely have time to warn Kol before you’re crashing down, hips still grinding, whimpering and calling his name.

When you come down, Kol is sitting up between your legs, his cock hard, his hands on your thighs, but he’s waiting, just watching you. You bring a hand up, and he leans forward, letting you touch his face. Your lips held a sated smile, and as he looked down at you, he thought of how lucky he was to have you, all of you.

“You good? Ready, I mean?” Kol asks. Your hand falls to his shoulder as he takes his cock in his hand.

“Yeah.” He scooches forward and you both let out smalls scoffs of laughter at the ungraceful action.

He slowly thrusts in, his head falling to your neck and yours tilting backwards. You had cum already, you didn’t need to again, which meant that you could make this all about him. You put your hands under his shoulders and twisted your body so that he was now on his back and you were on top of him. With a little adjusting you had him back inside of you and you were bouncing slowly, his hands grasping at the sheets, head thrown back and mouth open as he moaned loudly. He thrusts his hips up and you moan, bouncing a little higher from the motion. He looks up at you, eyebrows furrowed, hair slicked to his forehead as his eyes locked with yours. Kol’s eyes glance down to where your bodies meet and you make a show of wiggling your hips on his, making his eyes close and his head throw back into the mattress.

“Come on, Kol, let go.” He moans again, chest rising as his back arches and his hands fist tighter into the sheets. His hips buck up of their own accord and you let out a few involuntary whimpers, not hurting at all, he just looked so good when he came.

You fall beside him, panting and smiling. He releases the sheets and opens his eyes, letting out a long sigh and a laugh at the same time.

“I love you baby.”

“I love you too, darling.”

Be my Valentine - Harry x Pansy - Anti-Valentine

Pansy HATED Valentine’s Day. And like most of the things in her life after the War, she had her parents to thank for that. Year in, year out, she saw her mother and her female friends lavished with expensive jewellery, roses and chocolate coated candy on that special day and ignored or (in her mother’s case) manhandled by their husbands for the rest of the year. 

She swore never to celebrate it with a man. Despite the popular belief, she wanted more out of life - not just shiny baubles and knick-knacks(If he doesn’t show me his love all year round…well…let’s just say I’m tired of playing pretend.) She wanted something real.

Until Potter, that is.

The first year : it was to soon to do anything anyway. They started going out a few days into the new year. No need for grand gestures if it wasn’t going to last. Potter cancelled the dinner reservation he’d made and she spent the day in bed not answering floo calls, owls or persistant knocking on her bedroom door. (It’s just another day…just another abysmally normal day…)

The second year she ran to Italy. Fifteen minutes before their double date with the Malfoys. (Blaise needs my help, Harry! Somebody has to take care of Beatrice while he makes the funeral arrangements. I guess spousal death is genetic in that family.) He swallowed the retort that Zabini had three nanny elves and an entire horde of staff at his beck and call, apparated to Draco’s study and helped himself to a generous amount of Malfoy’s finest firewhiskey.

The third year Pansy ran out of excuses. She sat at her vanity that afternoon, willing herself not to vomit or apparate to Australia, when she heard Harry come in. In his left hand there was a bottle of champagne and in his right a bag full of frosted anti-valentine cookies. Seeing her terrified expression, he held them closer for her to inspect them and smiled.

“Valentine’s is such an overrated day. It isn’t even a real holiday.”

She burst out laughing through the tears gathered in the corners of her eyes.

“I love you. You know that, right?”

They spent the whole day and night in Muggle London eating street food, drinking champagne, running around, holding hands, exchanging inappropriately long kisses and talking. Pansy did most of it, explaining the mysterious connection between chocolate and insults and jewellery and blows to the head and Harry listened.

The City was beginning to wake when the taxi left them in front of Pansy’s townhouse. Harry started walking away, but changed his mind. After getting her attention, he hesitantly produced a red rose behind his back.

“Happy Ordinary Day, Pansy.”

(for @ladiefury. This turned into a drabble. Whoops. Big thank you to @curiouselfqueen​ for her gentle beta-ing<3)

Twelve Roses

According to Joyce, Valentine’s Day is a day to show the people you love how much you love them, and that one of the ways to show them is with cards or flowers. So, after seeing the soft, deep-red roses in all the stores around Hawkins, Eleven decides that all the people she loves should get the same.
After school on Valentine’s Day, she bikes straight to the florist’s and buys twelve roses. The next half hour is spent sitting on her bed tying carefully-crafted red paper hearts with messages written in white pencil (“To __ Happy Valentine’s Day Love, El”) to the stems with pink ribbon.
She gives the first one to Joyce, sitting at the table smoking a cigarette while paying bills and looking more than a little stressed, trying to finish before Hopper picks her up for their date. She gathers El into her arms and tenderly strokes her curls before pulling away, wiping a few tears away from her eyes.
The next one is given to Jonathan, in his room getting ready for his date with Nancy, the Clash blaring so loudly that knocking on the door does nothing and El has to tap him on the arm to get his attention. He gives her an awkward hug and touched smile and sets the rose in a place of honor on his nightstand so he can see it when he wakes up.
Next is Will, across the hallway in his room, drawing before Jonathan drives he and El over to Mike’s for a sleepover (since none of the kids ever have plans for Valentine’s Day). He gives her the biggest and sweetest smile and throws his arms around her before running to get a glass of water for the flower.
They make two stops before Mike’s: first, Steve’s house, where his reaction to getting a ROSE from El is a surprised laugh and an “Aww thanks, kid!” before ruffling her curly hair and waving to Will and Jonathan waiting in the car. Second, the station, where El and Will run into Hopper’s office and around his desk to attack him with a hug. He takes El’s rose with a husky thank-you and kiss to her temple before getting up from his desk to grab an empty vase from the top of the file cabinet which he then fills with water and rose, setting it carefully on his desk next to the framed family pictures and last-minute work he’s finishing up before his date with Joyce.
Finally, they arrive at Mike’s house and Jonathan walks them to the door, holding his own bouquet of red roses behind his back. Karen answers and accepts El’s rose with a touched smile, placing a hand over her heart, then pulling El to her so she can plant a kiss on top of her head. Holly gets a Valentine note tied around a lollipop, and even Ted gets a rose (that is still next to the La-Z-Boy two weeks later in a tiny vase). Nancy comes down the stairs, putting on one last earring, and lets out a small “Oh!” when El hands her her rose. El gets another hug and a kiss on the cheek, leaving a faint lipstick stain that Nancy gently wipes away. As Nancy runs to put her thirteen roses in some water, Mike bounds out of the basement (unbeknownst to El and Will, having practically sprinted up the stairs when he heard the front door open) and takes them back down to the basement where Lucas and Dustin and Max are waiting impatiently at the now-much-larger D&D table. Before following Will down, El hands Mike his rose and his face quickly colors to match the crimson petals. He mumbles a shy thank-you and furtively glances down into the basement where he hopes the cheers greeting Will’s arrival are enough to distract them from the quick kiss he places on El’s rosy cheek. He is wrong and the cheers become loud “AWWW"s, and El’s smile is the only thing keeping him from shouting a "Shut up!” down the stairs.
Lucas, Dustin, and Max each get one of the last three roses and envelop El in a group hug that quickly encompasses Mike and Will too.
They spend the rest of the evening finishing the campaign and stay up into the wee hours eating candy from the Valentines they gave each other earlier that day at school, Lucas all the while asking Mike if he’s the one who writes the sappy messages on all the conversation hearts. Once everyone else is asleep, Mike pulls out another larger valentine for El, a crooked heart cut out of pink construction paper with lace glued around the edges and a long message written on the reverse side. El proclaims it very pretty and thanks Mike with a gentle hug, sliding the heart under her pillow so it won’t get lost or swiped by Max or Lucas the next morning to (good-naturedly) tease Mike over. The last thing she sees as she falls asleep is the four roses lying on the D&D table in front of the owners’ respective places, conversation hearts and pink, red, and white candy wrappers scattered around them. She smiles and falls asleep, surrounded by six of the twelve people she loves most in the world.

Part Six // Somebody Else [A Stiles Stilinski Story]

Prompt: Stiles broke her heart and now she can never look at him the same. They remained friends, but she can’t exactly find it in herself to truly forgive Stiles and he doesn’t know how to accept her new relationship with the one person he can’t stand. Overtime, they both eventually got over each other… or have they?

Series (collab with @sarcasticallystilinski​): Prologue Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five - Part Seven Part Eight

Relationship: Stiles Stilinski x Reader/ Stiles Stilinski x OFC

Warnings: Mentions of Sex, Violence, Kissing and Swearing.

Word Count: 2,724

With an angry groan, Stiles slammed his bedroom door shut and kicked the surface without second thought. As he fixed the straps of his backpack on his shoulders, he ran down the staircase with his car keys in hand.

“What the hell was that for?!” Sheriff Stilinski exclaimed from the kitchen, his voice echoing through the house.

“Nothing.” Stiles sighed, ready to just go to school and, somehow, get his mind off of Katalina.

“That definitely wasn’t because of nothing.” Stilinski disagreed, walking into the kitchen with a half eaten sandwich and a coffee in his hands.

Stiles rubbed his face in frustration at his father’s prying. He already dealt with so much, the last thing he needs is to talk about it.

“Dad, I’m really not in the mood for one of your routine interrogations right now.” Stiles sighed and the Sheriff nodded, understanding his son was in one of those moods.

“Alright, Alright.” He lifted his hands in surrender. “How about I tell you something about my day yesterday, instead?”

“Sure.” Stiles let out a breath, scratching the back of his neck.

“Something really nice happened.”

“Did you finally get the courage to ask Melissa McCall out?” The son questioned and Sheriff Stilinski narrowed his eyes at the smirking boy.

“No.” He scoffed and it took everything in Stiles not to chuckle. “When I went to the hospital to see-”

“The woman you’ve been secretly crushing on for a good couple of years now?” Stiles grinned, squinting his eyes.

“Okay, you know what?” The Sheriff sighed, tired of his son’s sarcasm and began to walk back into the kitchen. “Never mind.”

“No, come on.” Stiles chuckled, approaching his father and grabbing his arm to stop him. “I’m just messing with you, but I really do want to know. Tell me, what happened at the hospital?”

“Fine.” Stilinski sighed, turning back around to face the younger boy. “I saw Katalina’s mom after what- four years? Man, has it been that long?”

Stiles heart dropped down in his stomach the second he said her name, the sound alone making guilt take over his entire body and consume him. It took everything in Stiles not to break down in front of his own father, right now.

He hates everything that’s happening between them and all he truly wants is to make things right. But, Stiles knew that things weren’t that simple. Not when Katalina believes he just took advantage of her since he didn’t have the courage to actually tell her the truth.

“Y-Yeah, it has.” Stiles cleared his throat, running his fingers through his silky hair.

“How come?” Sheriff Stilinski asked innocently, not knowing how intense that topic was and Stiles internally winced. “I used to see her all the time when she would come pick up Kat. Which, thinking about now, makes me realize Katalina hasn’t been over in a good while either.”

Sheriff’s head spun as he put everything together, being the incredibly skillful and talented detective he was. Stiles, on the other hand, was getting more nervous by the second.

“Wait, Son-” The older man’s eyes widened with realization. “What happened between you two?”

That question was precisely what caused Stiles’ breaking point as he dropped his head and felt tears beginning to form in his golden-brown eyes. Sheriff Stilinski watched his only son start to cry in front of him, his heart wrenching at the tragic sight.

“I messed up.” Stiles confessed through quiet sobs, desperately trying to wipe away the tears running down his cheeks. “I-I lost her, Dad.”

Stiles couldn’t hold back the pain inside of him anymore. He was tired of putting up an act and letting his heartbreak boil up inside of him as he dealt with it on his own. Stiles didn’t want to show anyone how he truly felt because he didn’t want anyone to know just how vulnerable he was, but after losing the one girl he ever actually loved for the second time made him not care who could possibly see.

But, the thing was out of all the people that could help him through this, his own father was just the perfect person to do so.

Placing a comforting hand on Stiles’ shoulder, the Sheriff pulled the heartbroken boy’s attention off of the floor and back on him.

“You didn’t lose her, Stiles.” He stated with a soft expression, but his voice was so confident Stiles felt inclined to actually believe him. “And I’m sure of it.”

“How do you know that?” Stiles asked, his voice breaking.

“Because her mom told me something that Katalina does ‘till this day.” Sheriff Stilinski smiled kindly, his eyes lighting up as he remembered the two best friends that grew up together and clearly loved each other. “Whenever she’s sad, Kat gets one of your old lacrosse sweatshirts you gave her and holds onto it. Her mother saw her sleeping with it just yesterday.”

It was as if a Stiles was just recently drowning in a pool of pain and dispair when someone, suddenly, opened the drain to let the water out and he could finally breathe again. The feeling of guilt instantly escaped his veins and was replaced with hope.

That glimmer of hope didn’t go unnoticed by the Sheriff as he looked at his son and noticed it spark in his eyes. With a kind and reassuring smile on his face, Stilinski spoke the words Stiles was already thinking in his own head.

“Go get her back, Son.”

~

School used to actually be pleasurable for Katalina. Not only did she have a perfect GPA score, but she also had immense amount of fun with her absolute best friends. Everything was perfect and amazing until, well… everything happened.

Now school is nothing but a burden to her. Sure she still has really impressive grades, but Katalina has to constantly see the boy that broke her heart and the boy whose heart she broke. Spending time with the pack wasn’t the same either. They constantly looked at her with pity in their eyes and it drove her crazy. The last thing Katalina needs is people to feel sorry for her.

With a sigh escaping her lips, Katalina walked out of the class she was just dismissed from and approached the bathroom to use it before getting books out of her locker for her next class.

What she didn’t know what was happening down in the halls, right where her locker happened to be, as she entered the girls’ restroom.

Stiles, with a new and happy smile on his face, was pushing a letter containing all of the different reasons why he loved her and no one else. Katalina had the key to his heart and he was more than ready to finally tell her. Once the boy with freckles on his skin finished putting the paper through the small hole of her locker door, he held tightly onto the beautiful rose behind his back and mentally prepared himself to confess his love the second she approached her locker.

Theo, on the other hand, just so happened to be walking through the halls right at that moment and his eyes fell onto his nervous enemy standing in front of his girl’s locker. A wave of anger like no other crashed down on him when he noticed the rose in Stiles’ hands and, before he knew it, Theo was rushing towards him.

The happy thoughts inside of Stiles’ head were, suddenly, interrupted when he was forcefully pushed up against the rows of lockers. Whatever air he had in him was immediately ripped away from his lungs the second his back hit the surface, his head banging against the metal as well.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” The attacker shouted in his face and Stiles didn’t even need to reopen his eyes to recognize who the voice belonged to.

“Something I should’ve done four years ago.” Stiles croaked, his voice raspy as he opened his eyes to glare at the familiar werewolf.

“I am so sick of you, Stilinski!” Theo yelled, thinking he could scare him but Stiles didn’t even flinch. “I should just kick your ass right now!”

“No,” Stiles scoffed, rolling his eyes. “What you need to do is let go of me.”

“And why the hell would I do that?” Theo hissed, his body shaking with anger.

“Because if you don’t, then I’m going to kick your ass.” Stiles retorted, a smirk on his lips. “And you and I both know that it wouldn’t be the first time.”

Theo winced as he thought back to when Stiles found out he was the one that told Katalina the truth. He threw a few punches that definitely damaged Theo’s face and huge ego. It wasn’t about beating him for being a snitch, Stiles couldn’t care less that Kat found out. What made Stiles furious was that he was planning to be the one that told her and Theo took that away from him. She didn’t even give him the chance to explain how it all changed, how, sure, it was about Lydia at first but then it was as if every other girl suddenly didn’t matter to him anymore. He only wanted Kat, Stiles only loved Katalina.

“You can’t touch me, Stiles.” Theo stated. “If you do, Katalina would never forgive you and you know that.”

“No, Theo.” Stiles shook his head. “I think you’re confused. Because you know you’re not the person she’s in love with. And if you ever hurt me, you’re the one Kat would never forgive.”

“Don’t call her Kat.” Theo hissed through clenched teeth. “Only I can call her that.”

“And yet I was the one moaning it just the other night.” Stiles said with a harsh voice, tired of Theo’s pathetic little game.

That remark was enough to make the werewolf snap and strike his fist right against Stiles’ jaw. Pain struck through the human as Theo let him go and he fell limp to the floor. The rose that was once in his hands also dropped down on the ground and Stiles could already feel his head begin to throb. Theo was hovering over him when a sick grin spread across his face and he lifted his foot above the rose. Stiles watched in horror as he purposely stepped on the flower, the pedals being crushed beneath his shoe.

“Did you really think you would get away with fucking my girlfriend?!” Theo spat, but fury flooded Stiles’ blood like never before the second the werewolf lifted his foot and revealed what was left of the destroyed rose.

It’s one thing to hurt him, but it’s another thing to hurt any chance he had left with Katalina. Before he knew it, Stiles was pulling Theo’s legs and he was crashing down on the floor beside him.

“I didn’t just fuck her, you big tree!” Stiles shouted as Theo grunted in pain when his head hit the tiles, the halls now crowded with other students watching the fight go down. “I made love to her! Because that’s what two people do when they’re meant to be!”

Both of them somehow managed to stand up again and everyone watched with excitement. It didn’t matter how hurt they both were, their bodies were too drunk on adrenaline to even care.

“Stiles, she left you!” Theo yelled. “When are you going to realize that you can never be with her again?!”

The next thing he knew, Stiles was receiving another punch in the face from Theo. This time, right on his nose. He heard it crack and the amount of pain he suddenly felt was indescribable. Stiles lost his balance from the intense impact, but out of nowhere he felt two small hands grab him and hold him in place.

“And when are you going to realize how pathetic you’re being?!” A familiar voice he so desperately wanted to hear again shouted at the werewolf in front of them.

Everyone looked at the girl that had just appeared to stop the fight. The girl that had unintentionally caused the two boys to even start in the first place. She had left the bathroom a few minutes ago and watched in horror since the moment Stiles made Theo fall. It made her absolutely furious how stupid and immature they could easily be. But, the second she saw Theo hit Stiles it was as if all the pain he felt, she felt too. She couldn’t hold back her concern as she ran towards his aid.

“Both of you!” Katalina yelled and the boys suddenly felt guilty.

“Kat, I’m so sorr-” Her boyfriend, which clearly was now her ex, approached her.

“No, Theo!” Katalina interrupted him, not at all interested in hearing any pathetic excuse. “Get away from me.”

“Kat-”

“Now, Theo!” She shouted and he winced at her rough words.

Theo reluctantly left their presence, but not without glaring at Stiles first. The human didn’t even care, to be honest. He was too focused on the girl holding him. His soul was so connected to her that Stiles couldn’t even feel the pain of his broken nose anymore, as if it was completely numbed by the beautiful woman he loved.

“And as for you.” Katalina stated, turning her attention towards Stiles but her breath hitched in her throat at how intense he was staring at her. There were feelings in his eyes she couldn’t quite place, but she knew that she didn’t want him to ever stop looking at her this way. “Y-You should go to the hospital.”

The crowd that had formed began to disperse and walk away when they realized the fight was now over, leaving Stiles and Katalina completely alone once again.

Without breaking their eye contact, Katalina reached into her backpack and pulled out tissues she gathered from the bathroom. Their original purpose were to wipe away the tears that would escape her eyes from time to time, but they now would be used to block the blood running from Stiles’ nose.

She carefully put the tissues up against his broken nose and Stiles didn’t even flinch, his heart beating so fast at the feeling of her touch again. He was longing for it and decided to just take advantage of this moment.

“How long have you been watching?” Stiles asked and Katalina nervously cleared her throat when he did.

“Since you made Theo fall.” She responded with a quiet voice.

“So, then you heard what I said right after?”

Katalina slowly nodded when Stiles referred to the “I made love to her” speech. It certainly didn’t fail to make her heart flutter and beat faster at the words, but it did fail to make her forget everything he’s done. If he thinks that one nice sentence was going to make up for all of the nights she spent crying, all of the times she spent doubting herself and all of the times she spent hating herself for loving someone so detrimental to her, he was definitely wrong.

Stiles saw the longing in her eyes too and he didn’t even think twice before leaning in to place his lips on hers. Katalina was taken by surprise when he kissed her and their lips tingled at the touch. Their bodies missing each other so much more than they could possibly imagine. It was when Stiles’ mouth began to deepen the kiss that Katalina snapped out of her trance.

She pulled away from him and with tears already beginning to water in her eyes, Katalina stared up at him with a hurt expression.

“It doesn’t change anything.” Katalina stated, her body aching at the words and Stiles felt as if he just got shot. The pain his nose felt before was nothing compared to the pain he felt now thanks to that one sentence.

Katalina took her hand from his face and placed the tissues in his. With tears already streaming down her cheeks, she left Stiles without another word.

She didn’t even notice the crumbled rose on the floor that was once meant for her or did she know about the letter in her locker waiting to be read.

All Katalina knew was that she loved Stiles and, just by the look in his eyes, he might love her too.


Took Too Long
( darkiplier / markiplier )
Took Too Long

@femine23 submitted a thrilling narrative around both Mark and Dark having a one-sided conversation. Some minor components to the original script were corrected in the final version to make it easier to read and follow. Enjoy!

Dark paced along the edges of the room, his eyes searching for any cracks, dents or any kind of imperfection. Finding none, he relaxed. Smiling, he turned to his guest.

Mark sat tied to a chair with a gag in his mouth. His eyes glaring intensely as he struggled.

A more comfortable chair of his own appeared from the floor. Taking a seat Dark sighed in content, “And here we are, right where we should have been years ago.”

Anger flared within the coal depths of his eyes, “But no. You insisted on keeping me restrained. Shoved into this space where I had to claw my way out, just for your feeble mind to hear me.”

His anger subsided, Dark leaned forward. “Do you know why you’re here now, Mark? Do you want to know how I managed to drag your conscious mind into my prison cell?” Dark smiled, showing all his teeth as Mark yelled against the gag. “Of course you want to know. But I’m not going to tell you. All you get to know is that your arrogance in thinking I would be subdued was vital in it all.”

Dark rose to his feet, clasping his hands behind his back as he looked down at Mark. “I can’t possibly express how much joy I feel seeing you like this. Trapped within your own mind. But it would be foolish of me to continue gloating. I have so much I need to do. Starting with paying a visit to dear Amy. Such a sweet girl, I wonder…Will she even be able to tell the difference?”

Dark chuckled, the sound rippling from his chest as he walked around Mark and left through the open door. Mark flailed against the restraints, screaming his protests as Dark gleefully closed and locked the door… and then rightfully stepped into Mark’s body.

Ride - Bucky Barnes

Request: Can I please V-Day smut with Bucky? Bucky, stolen bouquet of roses and a kiss… and that’s all I want for Valentine’s Day :D ((Anon))

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Smut. Thigh-riding. Dirty talk.

A/n: I’m a slut for thigh-riding.

Originally posted by rohgers

You were sitting on the small couch of yours and Bucky’s apartment. It was in New York, and front his high up you could barely hear the traffic below. But you were starting to worry, Bucky hadn’t been home all day, which you hadn’t worried about at first; he said he was going to have lunch with Steve, which you were always fine with, but when he wasn’t home around three you got anxious.

Now it was eight at night, and Bucky still wasn’t home. You were pacing, running your hands through your hair and glancing out the window every other minute. The door clicks open and you spin around, running down the hall and hugging him.

“I got worried when you didn’t come home.” He presses a kiss to your cheek as you pull away and reveals from behind his back a bouquet of roses.

“They’re beautiful.” You take them from him staring down at the white and black roses. You never really did like the color red, too much to do with Hydra.

“I had to find the most beautiful roses for the prettiest woman in the world.” You blush, looking up to him and smiling.

“Let me go find a vase.” You walk quickly into the kitchen, and fish a vase from the bottom shelf of your lazy susan.

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Imagine... Ellen DeGeneres

A/N: You and Harry have been keeping a low-profile relationship. You’re invited back to Ellen’s show in celebration of your album release. Ellen has a few surprises up her sleeve.

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I remember this. You thought to yourself, sitting on the familiar white couch across from Ellen DeGeneres. You returned a smile to the excited audience. The cameras, lights, teleprompters were where you had last seen them. The stage crew were the same, except for a couple new faces.

You were last here a little over a year ago after you had been discovered by a few music producers searching for new talent on YouTube. Last year, Ellen’s celebrity guest was Katy Perry and you only had a few minutes of stage presence. This time around you were her celebrity guest.

“Congratulations on your album, Y/N,” Ellen said.

“Thank you, Ellen. I was so happy when I heard I was invited back on your show,” you replied.

“You’re always welcome back here, Y/N. So can you tell us about your album?”

“The title of my album is ‘Walk with Me’. You can pre-order the album tomorrow!” you said excitedly. The audience cheered in excitement. “It’s my first album so I’m very excited. I’m really proud of it. It is very personal. It’s about my journey–my beginnings up to where I am now. I’m very excited to share it with everyone.”

Ellen nodded. “You know,” she said, pointing her notecards at you, “Someone else had just recently released an album…”

You chuckled, your eyes falling straight to your lap, your fingers fidgeting with one another. You knew exactly who she meant.

Ellen called out to one of the stage crew, “Shelly, can you pull up the album so Y/N knows who we’re talking about?” Your cheeks were turning hot. You didn’t want to how you must’ve looked like. You looked over your shoulder only to see an all-too-familiar album cover projected on the gigantic screen behind you. Indulged in rose water, his back the focus of the camera, a necklace around his neck.

“Oh no,” you started to giggle.

“Of course this is about as much as we’ll ever see– Harry in the bathtub. But you– you must get the full 360 view,” she teased.

You hid your blushing face in your hands. You couldn’t contain your laughter anymore. It was embarrassingly accurate. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” was the best response you could come up with.

“Tell us, were you in that bathtub when this photo was taken?”

You tried to compose yourself but your grin was undeniable. “I was not, no,” you answered.

“You’ve come along way since you were last on this show,” Ellen stated. “You’ve got an album coming out soon, you’re dating one of the most desired individuals in the business– after me, of course.” You could always count on Ellen to make jokes with such accuracy.

“Is that so?” you joked.

“Kudos to you two,” she said, “You’ve managed to keep this under wraps until now.”

“Nothing can ever been hidden from you, Ellen,” you teased. You learned through your media training the importance of precise word choice.

The truth was, you and Harry had been an item for other six months. The two of you met a year ago through mutual friends and the connection was instant. It went from exchanging numbers, to regular over-the-phone conversations, secret rendezvous, to leaving a little belongings at each other’s pad. The two of you agreed to keep your relationship hidden from the media to the best of your abilities but as time progressed, the two of you became more lenient.

“Are we going to hear about Harry in your album?” Ellen asked.

“Maybe,” you said coyly.

“Are you in his? Which song or songs are about you in his album?”

“I think that’s something he should answer for himself,” you smiled.

“Kiwi?” Ellen asked.

You burst into laughter, “Oh God, that’d be quite the surprise, wouldn’t it?” Ellen and the audience laughed together.

“So in celebration of your first album,” Ellen began, “We wanted to do something special for you.” She stood up and grabbed a paper bag from behind her seat. “Everyone, let’s do as practiced.” You watched as Ellen and the audience put on a white t-shirt with “WALK WITH ME” in bold print in the front of the shirt. Ellen modeled the shirt for you, your album cover on the back side. “Everyone here in the audience gets a pre-ordered copy of Y/N’s new album!” The audience cheered and clapped.

“I feel like crying,” you said genuinely, so touched by the amount of support shown.

“That’s not all,” Ellen said. “Harry, come on out!”

Part Two

Betrothal

So it seemed my little summary for an Gajevy au was quite popular, and I have always wanted to attempt to write a fanfic, but I haven’t written much along the lines of fantasy… like ever. And haven’t written an essay in years. I kind of got swept up in this idea, I’ve been working on it all day.
Anyway, this is my first fan fiction, so please leave *kind* constructive criticism, and most importantly, enjoy!!

Summary:Young Levy McGarden, betrothed to the cold hearted Iron Prince she has never met, falls in love with a young knight. Dressed in black armor with a dragon crest, he spends his time attempting to woo her with red roses and leather bound fairy tale books. Little does she know her knight and the prince are one in the same.


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Jealous Shawn-Request by anon Hey everyone! it’s been a long time coming,but i was so blocked these past few weeks.This is my second time writing in second person,so bear with me.Hope you all enjoy!

“Quit staring it’s creepy” You blushed adding the finishing touches to your makeup.Shawn leaning against the door frame watching you admiration,eyeing your every move as you applied your ruby red lipstick.

“It’s romantic” He defended leaving his place,embracing you in his arms.Your breathing coming to a halt as he placed his chin on your bare shoulder,his cool breath sending shivers down your back. 

“We should just cancel this whole thing and have a party of our own.” He suggests kissing your neck,then softly nipped at,making a tingly feeling erupt between your legs.You swallowed the dry lump forming in your throat,Shawn picking up on the signals your body were sending him.He smirked making his way up your neck,burying his face into your long curls.

“Shawn” You whined gripping onto the bathroom counter top.

“Hmm” He responded continuing to graze his lips down your neck.You turn around facing him,his eyes full of lust as caressed your body with his hands.But you weren’t giving in,two can play this game.Turning him over,you press your bodies against the cold counter,grazing your lips against his teasingly.He smirks attempting pull you in closer,while you back away slowly.His forehead creasing in confusion,as he thought he was winning.

“Nice try,But not tonight Mendes”  You smile devilishly exiting the master bathroom,leaving him dumbfounded.

“Tease” He calls out from behind you.

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Roses

Request: Can you do a Shawn imagine based on his song Roses or Ruin?

A/N: I decided to go for writing an imagine based on the song Roses, so I hope you enjoy!

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You’ve been with your boyfriend for 2 years, and to be honest, it has been very on and off. Some days he’d treat you like the only girl in the world, but other days he would say, “I don’t think this feels right.” Or, “This is too much and it’s going nowhere.” Those were the days that you felt like crap, and would want it all to be over because the breaking of your heart was too much to deal with.

You would rant to Shawn about it constantly, and you always wondered how he managed to deal with you and listen to you all the time. He’s the sweetest person you’ve ever met, and he deserves the world.

When things were good with your boyfriend, they were really good. You’d go out on cute dates to cafes that he saw and said that they reminded him of you; to the cinema to see the film that you’ve been waiting to come out for 6 months, and that’s just the beginning of it. He made you truly happy.

But there’s always been one person who plays on your mind – Shawn. He makes you feel a certain way that you can’t describe even to yourself, and it makes you feel guilty that you don’t feel this way about your own boyfriend. You don’t know if he knows the effect he has on you, or if he has some feelings for you too; all you’re aware of is the pressing guilt that comes with being with one person and loving another. Or do you love them both?

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The Seducer ( iv )

Chapter 4: The Big Bad Boss

chapter: one | two | three | four | five | six | seven

Pairing: BTS X READER

Excerpt: ‘ You had never really thought that you would be staring the barrel of a gun in the face, and the next words that tumbled from your mouth had you wondering if maybe you were aiming to be shot, “You really are the big, bad boss.” ’

Genre: drama, action, humour

Length: 1.4k

A/N: namjoon in a suit should be illegal also for previous chapters you will have to scroll down my blog as I cannot tag the other ones for now as I’m on holiday w minimal wifi. Or you could just tag the tag ‘the seducer’

Originally posted by namjoonsgurl

The boss was sat in a tan leather chair, his feet were rested on the table, his head was down as he leafed through paper and you stood there in silence until the ice in his scotch clinked and his gaze fell from the papers to your bruised figure, your legs slightly bent as you struggled to stay up with the pain that was shooting up them with any pressure.

“Boys, you should treat a girl better. Let go of her arms,” your eyes widened, and you felt their grips on your arms tighten as Jimin and Taehyung had already realised without their support there was no chance of you standing, but they still eased their grasp and when they let go completely, your ankles couldn’t hold your weight as you fell, almost instantly to the floor. Taehyung reached to pick you up, but Namjoon shook a finger with a sadistic smirk, “boys, you can leave.”

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