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#155 - For anonymous

Filling the prompt “van is chilling with bond , his gf and/or the others and he’s a bit drunk and mentions something kinky/sexual that his girlfriend is good at like idk biting or something and then Bondy is kind of ‘pshhh whatever’ and then Van’s like 'show him’ and sort of gives his gf permission to 'show’ Bondy idk”

Note: I think it’s a well-established fact that I am very (verrrrryyyy) into the Van/Reader/Bondy dynamic. So, Anon, Thank you. A second thanks to @placidus  - you’re good, Isla.


Even summertime nights were too cold to spend outside. A little after midnight, everyone retreated into the room temperature house. Shortly after that, most people fell into ubers. Just you, Van, Bondy, and a table of cut up fruit and jug of sangria were all that remained of the party. Van was sitting on one couch, his legs up on the coffee table. You were laying down, head on his thigh. Bondy was opposite you in an armchair. All three of you were buzzing with the wine and the happiness. You looked up and watched Van eat a banana.

“Why'dya have to do that?” you asked him. He looked down at you.

“What?” he asked, talking through a mouthful of pale yellow pulp.

“Eat so much at once. You look like you’re deep throatin’ it,” you replied. Bondy was mid-mouthful of sangria as you spoke. He spat it out in a laugh. It covered his face, the table, and somehow made its way to you. Van did not respond to your comment, nor Bondy’s reaction.

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anonymous asked:

perhaps this is a shallow question, but is it known what dylan scored on the ACT?

Now, why would that be a shallow question?  It’s a legit one, imo.

Dylan had a 2.74 GPA and was 229th of 463 in his class in the middle of his senior year.  His SAT scores were 560 verbal, 650 math, and 1210 combined. (p.162, Jeff Kass book “Columbine”).  Which is good – it put him in roughly the 75th percentile.   

According to the University of Arizona 1998-1999 catalog, admission to the College of Engineering and Mines (for computer science) required the following: “Applicants must be ranked in the upper 25 percent of the high school graduating class; or have achieved a grade-point average of 3.0 on a 4.0 scale; or a composite score of 23 (24 for out-of-state applicants) on the ACT; or a minimum combined score of 1050 on the SAT.”  So that’s how he got in!

Welcome (part 4)

characters: Hyungwon x Reader

genre: fluff, series

word count: 2,103

Author’s notes: I know I said I was updating on Saturday, but I have loads of things happening tomorrow, so here you all go! Happy Reading (:

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5


Hyungwon’s POV:

I couldn’t believe that she was holding on to me. I can still hear her voice saying, “I don’t want to lose you in the crowd again.” She was worried about me, thought about me when she looked around for me in the hall full of young faces. I started to sweat and I was hoping that it didn’t get so out of  hand that she would be able to feel my perspiration through my sweater.

“Do you need water? You’re breathing kind of hard.” She says as she stops us. I guess I was worrying about my sweat so much that I started breathing hard. She seems to be watching me very closely, scrutinizing my face and body language. I got a better look at her, she definitely has her mother’s eyes. Big enough to see all the beautiful things in life, bright enough to make the moon, sun and stars jealous, and they were such a lovely shade of hazel that it looked like someone took the earth and put it in her eyes. I didn’t realizing I was gawking until she waved her hand in front of my face and asked if I was okay.

“Oh uh, no. Wait, I’m fine - uh, it’s just- I have to go to the bathroom.” I broke away from her arm and booked it to the bathroom. I pushed the door to the first stall open and slammed it shut, and hung my bag on the hook in back of the door. I wiped the sweat from my forehead and ran my fingers through my hair.

“What is wrong with me?” I say to myself (in Korean). I never thought that I would fall for someone that I just met and it’s incredibly cliche, but I did. As I wiped the rest of the sweat my forehead I hear the bathroom door open. A cacophony of boys roughing each other around, physically and verbally. I sat on the toilet and pulled my feet up to my chest so that they wouldn’t see my feet.

“Hey did you guys see that new kid with Y/N?” said the first boy.

“Yeah. he’s pretty. Do you think he’ll come try out for basketball?” another boy jumped into the conversation from the far end of the bathroom. He thinks I could play? Before I could think about the idea of playing a sport a loud and condescending voice answered the second boy’s voice.

“Are you kidding me? That kid wouldn’t last ONE day in any sport. The jocks here would eat him alive.”

 he third boy sounded familiar, but I didn’t have to contemplate who he was for long because a new voice chimed in.

“Don’t listen to Johnny. He’s just upset that his girl is showing the new kid more attention than him today. Ain’t that right, Johnny boy?”

They all break out in laughter, all of them but Johnny. His friends tell him to lighten up, but he isn’t having it. “Shut up. She wouldn’t leave me, especially not for a skinny dork like him.” The other boys just dropped the subject and they all started talking about a party that was happening this weekend and a number of other things. After a few minutes, they eventually leave and I step down from the toilet.

I stepped out of the stall and I panicked because I left Y/N waiting for me outside. I ran out of the bathroom and saw them together. She was against one of the lockers, looking up at him, smiling as he spoke to her. He leaned down to kiss her before she pushed herself off and turned in the other direction. He saw me watching them from above her head and he pulled her back to him and kissed her again. It was longer this time and when she broke the kiss he hugged her tightly, smirking at me. As they pulled apart he slid his hands down her sides eventually resting his hands on her backside. It took her a while before she moved his hands away and turned to head towards the bathroom. I looked down at the ground, a pang of jealousy hitting my heart like a boxer getting the knockout punch. He did all that to get under my skin.

It worked.


Your POV:

“You’re a little bit more affectionate than usual. What’s with all of this PDA today?” I asked your Johnny as I pull away from him. He slides his hands down my sides and eventually leaves them there on butt. “It’s the first day of school. I need to let some of the kids here know what’s off limits.” He says with a wink. I laughed it off and moved his hands away. “I’ll see you at lunch.”

I turned to go back to the bathroom and Hyungwon was there staring at the ground.

“Are you okay? How long ago did you get out? I’m sorry if I wasn’t out I was-” he cut me off, holding his hand up. “It’s fine. Let’s just get to class before the bell rings.” He sounded a little irritated but I wasn’t going to press him for answers. We walked the rest of the way to second period in silence. He never lifted his head up, always staring at the ground. It made me sad that I didn’t know what was wrong and that I didn’t know how to make him feel better.

We make it to class just before the bell rang, but there were only two seats open and they were super far away from each other. I turned to Hyungwon to see which seat he wanted but he had already sat in the chair in the front, closest to the door. I stared at him, taken aback by his sudden change of mood and hospitality. I was about to ask him if he was okay but the teacher scolded me and told me to find a seat. I reluctantly go to the open seat in the back of the room, but I couldn’t help but to look over at him every chance I got.

This colder version of Hyungwon wasn’t pleasant and it made me sad. I couldn’t help but feel that I did something wrong. I must have been staring at him for the rest of the class period because the bell made me jump a little bit. I watch Hyungwon as I put all books in my bag. He seems to be texting someone, a friend? I flinch at the thought of him having a girlfriend back home. Hell, why wouldn’t he? He’s gorgeous. It wasn’t until he got up from his seat that I broke out of my train of thought. I rush over to him and practically scared him so bad he jumped.

“I’m sorry. You were moving so fast I could barely keep up. You have P.E next, right? I can show you to the gym if you want to.” I smile at him but he doesn’t return it and plainly says, “It’s okay. I texted Bobby since we have that class together. He’s meeting me here.” I was extremely disappointed, but I wasn’t going to show it. I just kept smiling. “Oh, okay. Well just wait for me there and we can go to fourth period together, okay?”

Hyungwon just nods and walks away from me. I sigh as he disappears into the crowd of students.

“Please don’t be mad at me.”


Bobby’s POV:

“Yeah I’ll see you guys in fifth!” I yell toward my friends as I head in the opposite direction. I take my time to my next period, not particularly excited for P.E, that is until I remember that Hyungwon is going to be there. I don’t want to come off as cheesy but I’ve always wanted a brother. I love my sister, but she’s not the easiest person to bond with. We like different things and her friends are so snooty. She can do so much better than those jerks. Especially that douche Johnny. I never knew what she saw in him in the first place.

As I think about all sticks up my sister’s friends’ butts, my phone rings and it’s Hyungwon. I answer him and he asks where I’m at. “Sorry, I was lazing around on the walk there. Just sit tight a little longer.” I hung up and ran over to the gym and there he was, staring at his phone.

“Hey bro, sorry to make you wait so long. Let’s get this over with.” I smile as I pat him on the shoulder. We step through the door and there was decent sized group there sitting on the open set of bleachers. I saw a group of girls staring in our direction, smiling and talking amongst themselves. I knew they were staring at Hyungwon, so I smiled and was going to tell him to go talk to them when I noticed that something was up. I pulled him on the side to talk to him.

“Is something wrong? Those girls were checking you out and you look like you could have cared less.” He takes a moment before answering me, really thinking about what he wanted to say. “I kind of had my eye on someone else, but they don’t seem too interested.”

I laugh a little harder than I should have. “Bro, it’s cool. I get it. You have a crush, but you just got here. Just give it some time and pull the right moves and she’ll be swooning over you. I have an idea. Come to basketball conditioning with me. Chicks dig athletes.” I smile at him and a smile almost forms at the corners of his mouth. “I don’t know how to play.” I scrunched my face a little bit but I had a brilliant idea.

“Okay. What can you play?” I ask.

“I’m pretty good at baseball, I guess.” he says. “Okay. I’ll tell you what. If you come with me to one conditioning practice and you don’t like it, then you don’t have to come back and try out. AND I’ll take you to baseball conditioning and tryouts.” I say to him, smiling as I hold my hand out ready for him to take the deal. I didn’t expect what came next.

“Why are you doing this for me?” he asked me, a little skeptical about the deal. “Because you’re my friend. Scratch that, you live with me, so you’re like the older brother I’ve always wanted. You’re sad and you look like you need something to take your mind off of everything, and what better way than to get into a sport and form new bonds with cool people. It’s still up to you and we can find something else, but just think about.” The teacher blows the whistle and tells us to get on the line. Everyone gets there and we find out that we aren’t doing anything today because it’s the ‘getting-to-know-each-other’ phase of class, so everyone went around and said a little something about themselves.

Hyungwon and I were the only ones that weren’t in the area of kids. Whatever was on his mind was really bugging him and he wasn’t the same person I met this morning.

“Does your current mood have to do with the mystery girl that you mentioned early?” He turned to answer me but I put my hand up and spoke again. “I can see that you like her a lot and I really want to help you get out of this 'funk’ that you’re in. I don’t want you to be sad the rest of the day, especially on your second day here in Seattle.” I give him a very concerned look and he looks down at the ground and smiles. I guess he understands that I’m trying to help and that I really am here for him, so he turns to me - the smile slowly leaving his face- and he tells me.“

"Y/N. It’s Y/N that I like.” He said my sisters name hesitantly at first, but once it was out he said it again more confidently. I’m not even mad, as a matter of fact, I’m excited because I can get rid of that jerk Johnny and I won’t have to hear him sneaking into the house on the weekends. I smile in his direction and pat him on the shoulder.

“I don’t normally recommend home-wrecking, but because it’s you and I don’t like Johnny, I’m going to help you win my sister’s heart.”


Afternotes: Remember, I’m open to critics if there’s anything wrong with the fanfic. I don’t want you guys to have to cringe while reading. xD Especially @omgxiaoch and @midnightjmadness . I hope you guys like how this series is going so far (: 

Heart of a champion

Requested by: @tryingtofindaplaceinthisworld

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Y/N always imagined spending her anniversary with the love of her life…a little different than she was currently doing. She pictured being somewhere exotic in a McCartney bikini, Instagram-worthy cocktails on the beach, a book in hand, soaking in the sun with her husband next to her - away from their crazy lives and jobs. 

She also imagined she’d have been wearing an effortless wispy romantic dress, a pair of Aquazurra’s and a dainty necklace; an outfit uncomplicated for him to undress for later.

She never once imagined that she’d be  surrounded by his fans in an arena…wearing a Roman Empire shirt and some distressed charcoal jeans and lace-up flats.

She also imagined being all over him, smitten, being all lovey-dovey.

But they were mad at each other.

She’d come all this way to surprise him, to make things right and celebrate their anniversary, in whatever way the universe was gonna deem possible. Their fight back at home had threatened the possibility of that, but the fact that she didn’t want to be alone on that special day forced her to book a last minute ticket and jump on the plane with nothing but a handbag. Even if he was still mad at her, seeing him within a few metres was totally fine for her.

After the argument she and Roman had; she also never once imagined that she’d be watching the man get dominated in the ring by his opponent. He was struggling, and she wondered how he was going to justify this sacrifice. She didn’t come to argue, neither to stand on a high moral ground, but a part of her had thought watching him fight would prove to be worth it.

“So you’re really doing this?” she’d asked him last week as he packed.

He didn’t reply. The last thing he wanted to do was lose his cool and say something he’d regret. Besides, he didn’t want to leave her in tears either. If it meant swallowing his pride and letting her have the last word, then so be it.

“You’ve made up your mind? You’re leaving me and not even coming back to celebrate our anniversary?” She continued, funny enough handing him his stuff to load into his suitcase.

He’d come home for the weekend. She’d known about his Extreme Rules match to claim the title from Seth months ago. But a part of her thought that he’d change his mind and prioritise being at home to mark their relationship. She’d have done the same, she thought. In fact, she’d already taken that weekend off work herself for the occasion.

“You knew about this before,” he argued calmly.  

She shrugged, “I didn’t think you’d see it through,”

“Don’t guilt trip me about it babe,” he sighed and stood up to face her. “You know I would give up everything to be with you next weekend, but I need this opportunity. It’s now or never,”

“No Roman, I know you would give up on everything we have to be in that ring. That’s your priority. That’s who you’re married to. It’s fine because ‘Y/N will always be there, WWE wont,’ that’s your reasoning isn’t it? I always have to take it and not complain,”

He wasn’t oblivious to the sarcastic remarks. He could deliver some just as punchy, but that wasn’t going to help the situation or work in his favour. He was hurting that she felt that way; that he put the job first and would let it destroy their marriage. A part of him started questioning whether that was true, because he’d always looked at it from his perspective: he’d come so long sacrificing much to be where he was. Why stop now and jeorpadise all that he’d given up and away?

And maybe that was her point; how much more can a person sacrifice before it’s enough? Before that thing becomes a priority? Or was that just pure selfishness. Or both? He wondered, but he didn’t want to get into it, he didn’t want to face the truth; because if that really was the truth, then he’d realise how much he hurt her and he wasn’t sure he could stomach it then.

Whatever it was, he vowed to himself in that moment that he was gonna give the fight of his life. In a way, metaphorically fighting for their relationship . He was gonna make sure he won that damn belt and brought it home to her. He owed her that.

But that wasn’t looking like a possible reality at all. Not even to Y/N who was unaware of the promise he’d made to himself. She watched alongside her sister as the man bled all over his face, taking a beating from his former friend.

“I can’t watch this,” she complained to her sister about the match.

“You can’t just leave,” her sister advised. “He knows you’re here, besides, it’ll give off the wrong impression,”

“I don’t care what people will think. I’m sure he’ll be fine without me sitting here,”

“Y/N come on, this is really not the time to make a statement. You came all the way to watch him, at least see it through,” she looked at the two men in the ring; the one in question holding onto the ropes as if for dear life. Her heart lurched, she could only imagine what Y/N felt, but she felt obliged to give the right advice. “I think he needs you here right now,”

Y/N chuckled, wondering whose side her sister was on. Had she spoken to Roman at some point?

“It’s ironic. He can do whatever he wants and I can’t even skip a match because I can’t watch him like that? How’s that fair?”

“It’s not about point-scoring,” her sister said calmly. Y/N rolled her eyes. “It’s supporting him, you know how much he needs this,”

“I’ll meet you backstage when you’re ready. I’m gonna find Naomi, the twins or Dean,”

Her sister watched on, supporting as she called it, Roman as he crawled across the ring whilst Seth tormented him verbally. He sat up in the corner, and she noticed him looking that way, looking for his wife again. He’d been distracted by her the instance he noticed her when he first walked into the ring. But now she was gone. He looked at his wife’s sister as if for answers, and Seth sent a kick in his face that knocked him out.

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“There’s a face I didn’t think I’d see tonight,” Jimmy said as he spotted Y/N walking in the corridors backstage. “Aaw, what’s up? Are you - are you crying? Shit you’re crying. Oh fuck. I’m not good with tears, okay, hug?”

She nodded and he pulled her close, rubbing her back. She felt stupid to just burst out all of a sudden but she’d needed the release. What was it about crying whenever someone acknowledged your sadness?

“You sick?” Jimmy asked, his voice got higher the more nervous he was. He really didn’t do tears.

He felt her shake her head against his chest.

“You wanna talk about it?”

She paused momentarily. And then she nodded.

“Okay,” his voice and tone softened with compassion. “Just me?” he wanted to sneak in his wife in there somewhere or his brother, in hopes that when she started crying again; they could deal with it better than he can.

“Yes please,”

“Okay, c'mere,” he said directing her to a private room and shut the door.

He pulled out a chair for her to sit down and then another for himself which he positioned right in front of her.

“Shoot,”

She explained the argument with Roman, being angry with him, questioning his loyalty to her, and the last minute decision to follow him and watching him getting annihilated in the match.

“First of all, you don’t come second to him, believe me,” he said so convincingly. “Ask anyone here, you’re all he ever talks about. If he’s not talking about you, he’s talking about being home. We get real mad with him because all roads lead to Y/N. And I love you but that shit’s mad annoying,”

Y/N didn’t answer straight away, “And all roads lead to his job when he’s with me,”

“I’m sure that’s not true, come on you know that. You even told me that he hates talking about work at home,” and that was true. “I’m in no position to talk because luckily, I get to work with my wife, y'know? But this is just the nature of the business, it’s hard, I can see where you’re coming from and your feelings are valid, but you knew from the get-go that this is what he’s always wanted. You knew what that included. That’s what’s in the package and you signed for it, literally. You signed for it for a reason. And his feelings are valid too. You’re both right and wrong, so you each have to compromise,”

“I feel like I do it more though,”

“He doesn’t enjoy leaving home y'know, don’t think that because we’re always on the road that we’re seeing and enjoying the world. We’re in one city, spend the day practising, then the show, if we’re lucky we get time to eat out in that city. Usually it’s a take out in the hotel or eating on the road, it’s not easy for him either. Every moment he leaves home, he’s compromising.” Jimmy explained. “Look, there’s a reason why despite all this, you still came here,”

“Because I love him,” she said, a no-brainer, as simple and pure as that.

“Don’t make him choose because he certainly isn’t choosing the job before you. The fact that you came out here shows that you even know it yourself,”
Jimmy smiled. “Right, okay, your man has about five more minutes until his match is done, wanna come watch it with me on the screens?”

“Yeah,” Y/N said smiling, feeling less tense now.

“You’re doing well kid,” Jimmy said as they walked out together. “They say the first few of years of marriage are the hardest. You’re on year one, this is nothing,”

Y/N laughed out loud, an authentic and unreserved one, “Shut up, are you trying to make me run away?”

“No,” Jimmy squeezed her shoulder. “Roman will kill me. But on a serious note, congratulations. You’ve survived a year with him,”

Things were different this time around. Roman was returning punches, kicks, dodging them and had regained his composure. Even lacquered in the red substance, Y/N loved the man and thought he still looked good, maybe that was the sadist in her. She could see he was fighting for his life; putting his best in. And the last two minutes things got a little tense as he and Seth literally went head to head, unrelenting, both of them hungry for that title. The arena’s air was thick with suspense and anticipation, palpable even through the TV screen they were watching it on backstage.

“Come on baby,” she muttered repeatedly at the screen, watching him struggling on the floor near the steps.

Seth rolled out of the ring and pulled him up by the hair. Roman managed to throw in a punch to his stomach, Seth double over, creating space for Roman to superman punch him. But Seth dodged, sending him into the steel steps. The crowd murmured in disappointed tones, as did the small crowd in the room, hissing and groaning.

“Get up Uce!” Jimmy said furiously at the screen. “Get. Up!”

Seth walked over to the announcement table, throwing equipment off it; preparing it to dispose of Roman’s body there. But he was too slow, unwise too with his back to his opponent. Roman speared him through the table, the referee began a countdown.

“3…4,”

“Come on Roman!” Dean groaned, hands clasped behind his head.

“6…,” Roman struggled to his feet.

“You got it Uce, that’s it,” Jey said encouragingly, watching his cousin limp towards the ring.

“8…”

“Come onnnnn!” Y/N shouted, growing more annoyed with him now. She could see the fans in the crowd mimicking her anxiety. The room was still with tension.

“9….”

And he slipped into the ring. Just about. The backstage crowd cheered. The arena went ballistic in cheers.

“10!”

The bell rung. Roman’s theme song played in the building, fans screaming excitedly as the man picked up the belt for the first time, officially the WWE Heavyweight champion. He sat on his knees, observing the glistening object with disbelief and lifted into the air. He did it!

“He fucking did it!” Jey called out, echoing Y/N. “Come on,”

Jimmy had just been thinking the same thing; running out to the ring to celebrate with their cousin. He took Y/N’s hand, reassuring her with his eyes. The four of them, Dean included, ran towards the staging area; running down the ramp into the ring as confetti rained on the champion. The fans cheers increased in volume, excited to see The Usos and Dean. Roman turned around to see his family running excitedly towards him. Most importantly, his wife.

Beat down as he was, he stood up straight, for her. He couldn’t wait, the moment she slipped into the ring, she was in his arms, arms and legs wrapped around him.

“You did it!”

He laughed, smiling wide as if finally realising it. He’d won.

“We did it baby, we did this,” he said in her ear, laughing proudly.

“I’m so proud of you, I love you so much,”

“I don’t deserve you,” he said putting her down as Jimmy, Jey and Dean finally reached the ring. He kissed her in front of the crowd, not even thinking twice. “You came, why the hell are you here Y/N? I don’t deserve you. I love you,”

“Uce!” the twins said interrupting the couple, too excited to be respectful of the couples intimate moment.

They took it in turns to hug him and congratulating him.

“It coulda been mine,” Dean joked pointing at the belt. “But I let you go for it because of her,”

Roman kissed his teeth and pulled his friend into a hug, “Thanks man,” then he turned to the tech crew. “Mic?”

He returned to the centre of the ring, holding his wife by his side, the new belt sat comfortably over his shoulder, a mic in his hand. The crowd got erratic. Chanting his name repeatedly, he couldn’t speak for almost a full minute. He smiled, looking around the entire arena, feeling overwhelmed. How did he get so lucky? With them, with his wife?

This is what dreams are made of, he realised. The moment he’d always dreamt of as a child.

“Alright,” he begun. “I don’t even know what to say right now, I’m probably gonna get my buttkicked for doing this, but I’m about to get real emotional on y'all,”

They cheered him on.

“Thank you guys so much for your support, not just people here, but people watching at home, online, wherever you are watching this match. Thank you, I mean it. Roman Reigns wouldn’t be here without you. There’d be no empire,” he paused. “I wanna thank my family at home, and the ones in this ring right here. My boys, I couldn’t ask for better friends. And then most important of all, this woman right here,”

Y/N suddenly wanted to die. What was he doing? She covered her face in embarassment, Roman chuckled and peeled off her dainty hands.

“My wife. Thank you baby,” he said turning her so they were face to face, like they stood on that exact day last year in the church exchanging vows. “Y'all don’t understand how far we’ve come for this moment, for this belt. Without her, I wouldn’t even be here. Thank you for your strength, because it keeps me going; not the other way around.  We’ve been together for five years, today marks our first wedding anniversary. She was mad that I was working today, and she still came out to surprise me, but look, I think I win on the gifts this year. This is for you. I told y'all I’m gonna get emotional, I’m probably gonna get a disciplinary talk after, so you might not see Roman Reigns for a while,” how could he joke at a time like this? Y/N thought. “Fine with me, I know where I’ll be,”

Y/N blushed as his boys slapped her husband on his shoulder, laughing at his suggestive remark.

“That make-up and anniversary sex is gonna be bomb,” Jey whispered in Roman’s ear.

Roman laughed, unable to continue on the mic as Dean stole it out of his hand.

“How about we get these two kids to kiss so we know it’s real?”

“Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!” the crowd sung.

Roman and Y/N both scanned the thousands of people occupying the building, but not only that; the other three in the ring had joined in too on the chants.

“The people have spoken, let’s give them what they want, happy anniversary baby,” Roman said into the mic before throwing it carelessly behind him, his lips enveloping hers.

Y/N could feel the elation in his body as he melted in her hands and the way he kissed her. 

“I love you so much, if I could remarry you again, I would,”

And suddenly, all those fights, missed birthdays, surprise visits and late night phone calls had been worth it.

“Y’gotta admit, I got you beat on presents this year?” he whispered.

“Mhhh, even if I told you we’re expecting?” she pried. 

Nick Valentine X Mia, my (first) sole survivor. So I was on the middle of writing this fic when I saw someone post this prompt. Well, I decided it was the perfect way to go with it. In a way. 

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 Sole Survivor x Nick Valentine, mid-main quest (after finding Kellogg), a few days after finishing Nick’s personal quest. So, some spoilers I guess. I know @zombies-apocalypse wanted to see any NickxMia fics I post so, here. ;P 

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Harry Styles One-Shot

Recent Writing | Masterlist

Word Count: 6,014
Warnings: smut & language
Badlands Series 9/16

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“I can’t believe you snuck out of there for me.” A chuckle left my lips as our hands worked simultaneously and quickly to strew each other’s clothes across the room.

His lips worked on my neck, making me groan. “Why wouldn’t I?” I felt him smile against my skin and closed my eyes in enjoyment.

“Won’t she wonder where you are?” I asked breathlessly and felt him shrug. By now our clothes were finally gone. I grazed my hands across his chest, reaching them behind his back, my fingertips feeling every speck of him. Every inch of him made me sweat.

Harry chuckled deeply, removing his lips from my body and lifting his head to hover over mine. I traced my fingers up to his cheeks, peeking down at his lips, having the hardest time breaking the trance they put me in. “Well,” He smirked down at me, “we’ll have to be quick then won’t we?” My thumbs toyed with his lips, plucking at them, feeling their curve under them. I trailed my gaze to his eyes, matching the pleading look written all over his face. I was used to quick.

I stared up at him, leaving my fingers in their place, but allowing my eyes to search all over him. I sucked in breath that weighed more then I thought it would. “This is so bad…” I muttered, my voice was barely audible, but I knew he could hear me. The smirk upon his lips disappeared as they parted. His eyes gazed down at me in sympathy.

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odense  asked:

Please oh please if you have time, can you tell us the stories of playing Machiavelli and the girl in your math class?

I posted about playing Machiavelli yesterday, but I suppose I could expand on the girl in my math class :D It’s not much of a narrative, more of a reminiscence, however. But it’s kind of violent and strange and there’s blood involved so this one’s going under a cut.

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THE TOP 5 REASONS GRACE DESERVES TO WEAR THAT GEEK SHIRT

5. She made a random outburst of “Penny Arcade!” in a video once.

4. She was the only one during the Hurricane Hangout to get Hannah’s Transformers reference.

4a. She has that weird Optimus Prime mask.

3. She used to play Pokemon Stadium with Tim.

3a. She sang the Pokemon theme song on the Karaoke challenge with Ricky Dillon.

2. She and Hannah appeared on Table Top with Wil Wheaton. Y'know, wearing said shirt.

and the number one reason…

1. She’s mentioned LARPing… TWICE.

Beguile

beguile (v.): to trick or deceive

Narrator: Some of the best creative minds are employed to assure our faith in the corporate world view. They seduce us with beguiling illusions designed to divert our minds and manufacture our consent. 

- The Corporation (a very eye-opening documentary)

Sounds like: beg aisle

It’s fun begging in the candy aisle at the supermarket! Those shoppers are easy to beguile, to fool into believing we’re street kids because they’re so distracted by their kids.

Quotidian

quotidian (adj.):

  1. daily
  2. everyday (ie. ordinary, commonplace)
  1. My quotidian yoga class is so important to me, I asked him to reschedule our date so I didn’t have to miss it. (He cancelled the date.)
  2. My quotidian taste in fashion makes it really easy for my mom to buy me my clothes.

sounds like: quote Indian

In India, the daily newspapers quote Indians everyday. Sometimes they quote them on the most commonplace things, like whether they do their laundry once a day or once a week.

ared-jay  asked:

I remember there was a story about pernicious deed, but I forgot the details. Something about a thesaurus? Can you help me remember?

Someone wrote to me about how they got the verbal SAT score they needed for college because they knew what “pernicious” meant thanks to Magic.