Summary: Drunk Emma really likes pizza. She also really happens to like the cute delivery guy who seems content to carry out all of her wishes via the “Special Instructions” box on the website. (AO3) Rating: E (fuck it, I’m upping the rating bc I know this will turn into filthy smut by the end) Word Count:~3000 Chapters:OneTwoThree
well this was a bitch to rewrite since the original chapter got accidentally deleted. sorry for the wait, babes. have some UST. 🍕😏
It had been nearly a month since Emma had gotten stupid drunk at home and thrown herself at the very attractive pizza guy whose name she now knew was Killian Jones.
Jones, as in, “Jones Bros. Pizza.” Literally his last name, and apparently a poorly executed cartoon caricature of his fucking face, was on the logo on every pizza box she’d gotten from them and she’d had no idea. She hadn’t really given a flying fuck to the name of the place before; she just knew that they had a website, online ordering, quick delivery since they were located only a few blocks north of her apartment, and actually great tasting pizza that wasn’t hit-or-miss like the big chains.
With that revelation came another: Killian was not a delivery boy.
Well, he wasn’t supposed to be one. He was co-owner of the place, along with his older brother, and only went out on deliveries if he was filling in for a sick employee, or if he needed a break from the atmosphere (read: his overbearing brother), or, as it turned out, if her name came up on the order list. (He’d been sick the night that his sister-in-law had delivered to her sober self; go figure.)
It had been a pretty damned good feeling to know she got special treatment. After their first encounter, he’d been “captivated” and felt “compelled to see her again” (his words) – yeah; sweatpants, HANGRY, hot mess Emma in all her broken-hearted glory. She sent him a middle finger emoji as a reply to that particular text message, assuming that he was being a sarcastic ass but somehow knowing that beneath it all he was probably sincere.
Request: Reader is married to Robb Stark but he falls for Talisa and they start a polyamorous relationship.
Word Count: 1298
Y/N house of
Stark, you had been married to Robb Stark who loved you with all of his heart
for about three years. You couldn’t be any happier that the man that you became
to betrothed to was a man of honor and a man who had a big heart.
Going back to school after christmas break and became Kylo Ren trash
((me getting something from my bag in class while leaving my mac open with Kylo Ren being my wallpaper))
Seatmate : Ewww! Why is Kylo Ren your background!?! (broadcasting it to the whole freaking class)
Classmatestalking all at once: That new villain with a duck mask?? He was so lame! Losing to a girl who never wielded a lightsaber! What a loser! and he was ugly!! Bad casting! Anakin was way hotter! The pilot guy was so dreamy!
Group of popular peoplechatting among themselves: That pilot was wayyy better looking! He was so hot! So handsome and funny too! Poe was his name!!! His name is so cute!
Me : … …
Friend 1 : oh noo
Me : SHUT THE FUCK UP ALL OF YOU SCRUFFY LOOKING NERF HERDERS!!!!
Entire class : … .
(Friend 1 & 2 holding me back from throwing a tantrum)
A friend commented on my facebook post about Davey Havok. I almost typed the sentence “I saw him a day ago and he was scruffy and perfect and I couldn’t look directly at him for too long because he’s so beautiful.” And then I realized facebook doesn’t need to know me like that.
Word count: 2170 Inspired by: Just give me a reason - Pink and Nate Ruess You can also find this on: http://archiveofourown.org/works/7131011 (This is literally the longest one I’ve done and I love it.)
Maybe it was just all in your head like some sort of delusion, but things between you and your boyfriend were not what they used to be. Lately he had been so distant and it was bothering you. Arguments were becoming a regular occurrence and they weren’t just daily disputes about small things - no. The last argument you had caused you to live apart for a week.
“Stay still,” You demanded, drawing lightly strokes on Dean’s face. He wrinkled his freckled nose, still not fully on board with this year’s celebration theme. You smiled, holding his scruffy chin as you perfected the lines. He sighed hard, his eyes glancing at the ceiling of the library. Rolling your eyes slightly, you kept drawing on his perfect and beautiful face.
Once again, he sighed harshly. “Why?”
“You know why,” you replied with a smile.
“You also know this is our busiest night of the year.”
Meeting his eyes, your head tilt a bit, “You also know, she loves this night.”
Dean scoffed, the corners of his lips forming a brilliant smile.
“Still find it ironic, if she knew what her parents actually did for a living.”
“I know, you almost couldn’t get to her delivery on time.”