seeing sophie with her game face is doing things to be me

His Cinderella

Summary: On the run from a crazy ex, Y/N runs up and kisses this random yet handsome guy. Oblivious to the fact that she’s capturing her greatest hero, The Flash’s mind, she goes on with her life. Though what happens on their next meet? Will Prince charming finally find his Cinderella?

Category: Falling in love
030: “Can I kiss you?”

Pairing: Barry Allen x doctor!reader
Words: 3155
Warning: none that I’m aware of… I used the word hell?

A/N: So just found out I’m gonna do my English exam next Friday. For both practice and pleasing you lovelies, I thought I’d try to write even more this upcoming week – though I’m not sure how this brilliant win/win idea will work out IRL, so don’t hold your breaths…:/

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Can I kiss you?!” A girl popped up in front of Barry. She was out of breath, her forehead shining from the sweat after a what-seemed-like-a long run. Just when Barry was about to answer, her lips met his. If it hadn’t been for the fact that she had taken him by surprise, he would have noticed so much more about her. Like the way her eyes sparkled when their gazes met, the way her hair seemed to perfectly frame her head, the way her chapped lips glowed in the daylight.

But she did take him by surprise, and all he could think of, were how those chapped, yet soft lips felt against his. It wasn’t an ordinary setting for Barry (to have random girls coming up kissing him). Though for some reason, it felt natural. So he closed his eyes and started kissing back – a very un-Barry and bold move, that he instantly regretted when the warm feeling disappeared not long after.

“Thanks! You’re a real hero!” It was just by pure luck, that Barry managed to get a slightly better look at her before she ran. The last thing he saw being a pair of red cheeks and Y/E/C eyes. It certainly was a way to brighten up his day – who wouldn’t have liked to get kissed by a girl? Though at the same time, Barry still felt something fishy about what had just happened, and he was dying to know why the sudden urge for the beautiful girl to kiss him: it wasn’t like that happened on a daily basis in Central City.

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Dear Journal,

Today McGonnagall was coming for dinner. It’s been a long time since we saw her but she sent us a few letters to congradulate us on being parents. She also wanted to see Lily, Harry and James so we are having a lot of people over tonight. I woke up early and set Teddy on the couch so he could watch the teletubbies while drinking his bottle of milk. I already started working on dinner so it would cook slowly, all day. I could hear Teddy giggle from the near by living room. Since it was an open space, I could watch him while cooking. Regulus came downstairs a few minutes later, wearing only a very long band t-shirt that went up to his thighs.

“Goodmorning!” He said, streching his back.

“Goodmorning! Want some eggs?” I asked him.

“Oh yes please. Have we got any mail?” He asked looking around.

I smiled and handed him Sophie’s letter. He smiled and blushed, looking down at the small enveloppe.

“Wegulus?” Teddy said, as if he was asking Reggie to join him.

“I’m coming ted!” He said.

He quickly opened the letter and i looked at his eyes move across the paper. He had a sad smile on his lips.

“God I miss her..” he said, bitting his lip.

“When will she come back?” I asked, knowing that she was on his way to surprise him.

“In another week..” he said.

“You can make her a flower crown like Lily showed you.” I smiled.

“Yeah I could! I made one with blue flowers and wore it all day long!” He laughed to himself.

“You’ll have to show me how to do them!”

He wrote back to his girlfriend on the couch with Teddy cuddled against him. I couldn’t wait to see his face when she would show up!

Sirius woke up and we all cleaned the house. We wanted to impress McGonnagall! Lily and James showed up a bit early to help with the cooking and cleaning. Both kids were on the couch watching some more muggle baby tv shows while we worked around. Sirius and I went for a shower while Lily was baking some cupcakes with Teddy and while James, Regulus and Harry were watching the quidditch game.

“Should I shave?” Sirius asked, examining his “two days beard”.

“Hum.. no I think it look good like that. It makes you look even hotter.” He said kissing his neck.

“Okay, c'mon let’s hurry! We don’t want McGonnagall to know that we have showers together.. it would be awkward.” He giggled.

Everytime we shared a shower, Sirius always asked for me to wash his hair.

“Can you wash my hair please?” He said, blushing.

“Are you not able to do it yourself babyboy?” I joked.

“Hey for all the times i did it for you, and i’m not complaining i kind of enjoy it.. but pleaseeee?” He said with his puppy face.

“Okay..” i smiled.

So I did. His hair were full of shampoo as my finger brushed against them. I made sure to massage him behind the ears just where he liked it. It must be a dog thing. His eyes were closed and he was bitting his lip.

“Mhmm..”

I smiled to myself continuing my work.

After our shower, we dressed up really nice. We had bought Teddy this cute navy blue shirt for the occasion. And McGonnagall arrived at the exact time she said she would.

She hugged everyone, even Regulus. She was happy to see him on the right side. When it was time to meet Teddy, he was pretty shy. He cuddled up in Sirius’ arms and his hair turned black.

“Oh Merlin.. His he?” Minerva asked.

“Yes, he’s a metamorphagus.” Sirius smiled.

“It’s okay Teddy. Can you say hi? Padda won’t let you go, just say hi.” I said.

“Hi.” He said, waving his little hand, still a bit shy.

“Well hello Teddy! You look like you are going to be a great wizard just like your fathers!” She smiled.

“Oh Minnie, no need to flirt with me.” Sirius winked jokingly and she playfully hit his arm.

“My dear Sirius you haven’t changed a bit!” She laughed.

We them all had dinner. I received a lot of good comments on my cooking. We talked about everything and anything. Regulus wasn’t even left out. He talked about Sophie and how he couldn’t wait to come back to Hogwarts for his last year. Everyone was happy.

-Remus
April 22nd 1978

Any Other Way

Originally posted by brittroberson

Summary: Chapter 2 of Trope-tastic: Alex Summers + 1. There’s only one bed.


The car pulls to a stop and Alex looks over your sleeping form in the passenger seat. He tries to ignore how serenely beautiful you look in the evening light. He reaches over and rubs a hand gently down your arm. You inhale deeply, blinking awake and stretching.

“Hey. Are we there?” You greet sleepily, and Alex fights back a smile.

“Yeah, come on, we have to go check in.” He responds, getting out of the car and coming around to open the door for you. You rub the sleep out of your eyes and give him a smile.

“What a gentleman you’ve become, Mr. Summers.” You tease.

“Vicious lies.” He deadpans, making you giggle as the two of you made your way into the hotel.

“Hello, welcome to the Paradise Inn and Suites. How can I help you two today?” The cheery guy at the front desk says. His name tag reads ‘Corey.’

“Yeah, one room for the night please.” You request, Alex standing silently beside you, trying not to laugh at the glued-on nature of Corey’s smile. The concierge slides a room key across the table and the two mutants are on their way.

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Greased. - Chap.3 - Steve & Bucky x Readers - Series

Originally posted by coporolight

Originally posted by lookprettyliveclassyplaydirty

A/N - I’m so looking forward to writing the next chapter. All feedback is appreciated :) Also requests are always open.

-Imagine Grease but in reverse. It’s the 50s and two best friends are in The Widows gang, a group of not so friendly girls. They  fall for the not so dumb jock and the other a class clown. This could only go wrong.  50s College AU

 
Steve x Reader
Bucky x OC - Bucky changes now he can brag about sleeping with Rachel. Steve accepts readers proposal of going to the dance together. And Tom finally makes an appearance.

Warnings: Just cursing in this one

(Chapt. 1) (Chapt.2)

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I TRIED TO WRITE FOR RICHARD MADDEN...

IMAGINE…being set up on a New Year’s Blind Date with Richard Madden

New Years One Shot #1 !!!

Word Count: 2,554

Warning: None….OH it ends on a cliffhanger!

((I TRIED SO HARRRDDDD….I’m not very good with writing about real people! I’m sorry! This is something I’ve been wanting to try for a while now though so…here it is. Perhaps next time, if there’s a next time, I’ll try it with Richard and Reader in a more private, relaxed environment.))

Y/B/F – your best friend

Y/E/C – your eye color

Y/n – your name

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Sansa x Female Reader

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Imagine defending Sansa’s honour in combat and in return, she rewards you in special ways.

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\ Request by anonymous /

Oh, my! I’m glad I found your blog! I would like to request a Sansa x female reader, where the reader is the youngest Tyrell and is very well trained in combat. Somehow they become friends, and, something more? Smut would be perfect! Thanks a lot!!

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all our friends want us to fall in love

genre: cute fluff

words: 3k

summary: Every time Dan and Phil make a new friend, they always struggle to figure out whether they are dating or they’re just really good friends. Or, Dan and Phil’s relationship, as seen by three people.

a/n: yes, that is indeed a Panic! at the disco reference in the title. and look I know Jack is not their friend (yet) but he has said he’d love to collab with them so I’ll keep hoping. Besides I just wanted to write him. School is tough. Sorry for the lack of fics.

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Arya was always meant to be a Water Dancer. That was always her path. 

DredgenWard posited a great theory/argument that could be revealed in the upcoming episode.

I’ve always had a problem with the way the Faceless Men seemed to reward Arya for failing to follow orders by advancing her to the next stages of training. It wasn’t until the other day when I rewatched S6E06 “Blood of my Blood” that Arya never stopped her water dancing lessons with Syrio Forel/Jaqen H'ghar, and just completed her final test.

“Just so. Opening your eyes is all that is needing. The heart lies and the head plays tricks with us, but the eyes see true. Look with your eyes. Hear with your ears. Taste with your mouth. Smell with your nose. Feel with your skin. Then comes the thinking, afterward, and in that way knowing the truth.”

“Just so,” said Arya, grinning. (Arya IV AGOT)


This is a water dancer’s greatest tool, but also the hardest to learn to use. Arya’s blindness allowed her to learn how to uses these physical senses to understand the world around her. The montage with the Waif fighting Arya in the show was a good depiction of Arya learning to use her senses to compensate for the lack of sight, but Blind Beth in ADWD also provides an example of the way Arya has begun to use all of her senses together to make sense of her world.

The blind girl rolled onto her side, sat up, sprang to her feet, stretched. Her bed was a rag-stuffed mattress on a shelf of cold stone, and she was always stiff and tight when she awakened. She padded to her basin on small, bare, callused feet, silent as a shadow, splashed cool water on her face, patted herself dry. Ser Gregor, she thought. Dunsen, Raff the Sweetling. Ser Ilyn, Ser Meryn, Queen Cersei. Her morning prayer. Or was it? No, she thought, not mine. I am no one. That is the night wolf’s prayer. Someday she will find them, hunt them, smell their fear, taste their blood. Someday.

She found her smallclothes in a pile, sniffed at them to make sure they were fresh enough to wear, donned them in her darkness. Her servant’s garb was where she’d hung it—a long tunic of undyed wool, roughspun and scratchy. She snapped it out and pulled it down over her head with one smooth practiced motion. Socks came last. One black, one white. The black one had stitching round the top, the white none; she could feel which was which, make sure she got each sock on the right leg. Skinny as they were, her legs were strong and springy and growing longer every day. She was glad of that. A water dancer needs good legs. Blind Beth was no water dancer, but she would not be Beth forever. (The Blind Girl, ADWD).



The purpose of training potential water dancers in the guise of the Faceless Men is to find out if the student’s personal identity is strong enough to keep true to who you are despite what face you’re wearing and who you’re pretending to be. The result of each of Arya’s attempts to become “no one”, is an even deeper connection to her true identity.

Winterfell, she might have said. I smell snow and smoke and pine needles. I smell the stables. I smell Hodor laughing, and Jon and Robb battling in the yard, and Sansa singing about some stupid lady fair. I smell the crypts where the stone kings sit, I smell hot bread baking, I smell the godswood. I smell my wolf, I smell her fur, almost as if she were still beside me. “I don’t smell anything,” she said, to see what he would say.

“You lie,” he said, “but you may keep your secrets if you wish, Arya of House Stark.” He only called her that when she displeased him. “You know that you may leave this place. You are not one of us, not yet. You may go home anytime you wish.”

“You told me that if I left, I couldn’t come back.”

“Just so.”

Those words made her sad. Syrio used to say that too, Arya remembered. He said it all the time. Syrio Forel had taught her needlework and died for her. “I don’t want to leave.”



Arya believes she needs to become “no one” to become a Faceless Man, but what she doesn’t realize is the Faceless Men are called “no one” because they are the dead bodies whose faces are added to the Hall. Her teacher is displeased because Arya refuses to say what what she’s thinking instead of what she thinks he wants her to say.

“Watching is not seeing, dead girl. The water dancer sees. Come, put down the sword, it is time for listening now.”

She followed him over to the wall, where he settled onto a bench. “Syrio Forel was first sword to the Sealord of Braavos, and are you knowing how that came to pass?”

“You were the finest swordsman in the city.”

“Just so, but why? Other men were stronger, faster, younger, why was Syrio Forel the best? I will tell you now.” He touched the tip of his little finger lightly to his eyelid. “The seeing, the true seeing, that is the heart of it.

"Hear me. The ships of Braavos sail as far as the winds blow, to lands strange and wonderful, and when they return their captains fetch queer animals to the Sealord’s menagerie. Such animals as you have never seen, striped horses, great spotted things with necks as long as stilts, hairy mouse-pigs as big as cows, stinging manticores, tigers that carry their cubs in a pouch, terrible walking lizards with scythes for claws. Syrio Forel has seen these things.

"On the day I am speaking of, the first sword was newly dead, and the Sealord sent for me. Many bravos had come to him, and as many had been sent away, none could say why. When I came into his presence, he was seated, and in his lap was a fat yellow cat. He told me that one of his captains had brought the beast to him, from an island beyond the sunrise. ‘Have you ever seen her like?’ he asked of me.

"And to him I said, 'Each night in the alleys of Braavos I see a thousand like him,’ and the Sealord laughed, and that day I was named the first sword.”

Arya screwed up her face. “I don’t understand.”

Syrio clicked his teeth together. “The cat was an ordinary cat, no more. The others expected a fabulous beast, so that is what they saw. How large it was, they said. It was no larger than any other cat, only fat from indolence, for the Sealord fed it from his own table. What curious small ears, they said. Its ears had been chewed away in kitten fights. And it was plainly a tomcat, yet the Sealord said 'her,’ and that is what the others saw. Are you hearing?”

Arya thought about it. “You saw what was there.”

“Just so. Opening your eyes is all that is needing. The heart lies and the head plays tricks with us, but the eyes see true. Look with your eyes. Hear with your ears. Taste with your mouth. Smell with your nose. Feel with your skin. Then comes the thinking, afterward, and in that way knowing the truth.”

“Just so,” said Arya, grinning. (Arya IV, AGOT)


When Arya goes to see the play to kill Lady Crane, she is up close to where Cersei’s monologue lamenting the death of Joffery takes place. Just off stage, the other actress that paid to have Lady Crane killed is mouthing the causing Ayra to start thinking about her own reasons behind wanting Cersei dead.

After the play Arya runs into Lady Crane ends up asking Arya how she would change the part where Cersei reacts to Joffery’s death. Arya’s answer make her understand that she has experienced the same loss and pain that Cersei did. Her final lesson from Syrio is showing mercy to those who have already suffered enough for what they’ve done. The important truth Arya figures out was even the ones we hate still suffer the same way we do, and taking a life is just as important as know when to grant mercy.

This will give Arya the water magic to change her face at will without the need of a mask, and she will kill the Waif before stepping onto a ship to Westeros.

Syrio sets up Arya being a futre sword of Braavos the first time we meet him in A Game of Thrones too.

“Boy, girl,” Syrio Forel said. “You are a sword, that is all.” He clicked his teeth together. “Just so, that is the grip. You are not holding a battle-axe, you are holding a—”

“—needle,” Arya finished for him, fiercely.

“Just so. Now we will begin the dance. Remember, child, this is not the iron dance of Westeros we are learning, the knight’s dance, hacking and hammering, no. This is the bravo’s dance, the water dance, swift and sudden. All men are made of water, do you know this? When you pierce them, the water leaks out and they die.” He took a step backward, raised his own wooden blade. “Now you will try to strike me.” (Arya II, AGOT)

Another interesting reference:

Arya lowered the splintery point toward the ground. “How did you know I was here?”

“A man sees. A man hears. A man knows.”

She regarded him suspiciously. Had the gods sent him? “How’d you make the dog kill Weese? Did you call Rorge and Biter up from hell? Is Jaqen H'ghar your true name?”

“Some men have many names. Weasel. Arry. Arya.”

She backed away from him, until she was pressed against the heart tree. “Did Gendry tell?”

“A man knows,” he said again. “My lady of Stark.”


Syrio Forel’s wooden sword is splintered in two when Arya last saw him, and now Arya has a wooden sword with a splintery point, she lowers it to the ground after seeing Jaqen like the broken piece that fell from Syrio’s wooden sword. (similar to the piece missing on the Titan of Braavos statue “Arya” was staring at in the last episode).

Jaqen H'ghar is from Lorath as such, he always refers to himself in 3rd person.

The only time he refers to himself in the first person is when he uses a first person possessive pronoun expressing a personal connection to Arya.

“My lady of Stark.”

Talk Shakespeare to me

-SNOWBAZ-

Dedicated to @carryonmywaywardsimonsnow, because it’s her birthday! (Sorry it’s so late)

High school AU

Summary: Simon joins the poetry club.


SIMON

“A poetry club?” I ask her, incredulous. “Penny, I don’t know the first thing about poetry! Or  language for all that matters! Can’t you ask Agatha?” She is asking me to go with her to the new poetry club, because she doesn’t know anyone there.

“Already have. She’s too busy with ballet and horse riding lessons,” Penelope answers. “Come on, it won’t hurt you.”

Penny,” I beg her.

Simon. Don’t make me force you to come.”

“Pfft. You already are,” I mumble.

So, after classes, we go to the poetry club. We are the first ones to arrive so we sit in the front row of the classroom.

I spend the whole hour doodling dragons on my notebook while the rest take turns to recite their poems.

Until I hear his voice.

“I hate the way you smile

When you think no one sees you.

I hate how you speak carelessly

And with your mouth full of pain.

I hate how much I miss you,

Even when you are in front of me.

I hate that you, yourself,

Are a poem with no rhyme.

I hate that I can’t hate you

Even though I try with all my might.

I hate it

Because loving it, is a privilege

I’m not worthy of having.”

It’s Baz. Fuck, what’s he doing here? Baz is the bully of the class. Well, he only bullies me. I don’t know why.

He looks at me like he always does. Ruthlessly. I ignore him and continue drawing until it’s time to go.

The next day, I sit at the back of the classroom. I doodle and doodle until again, I’m captivated by the same voice. Baz’s.

“You think you know everything that there is to know about my soul

Thing is

I don’t even have one

For the path I follow

Is the one of the eternally condemned.”

Why am I captivated by his voice? I don’t even listen to Penny. Every time it’s Baz’s voice that startles me.

The following day I’m late. Penny’s befriended Sophie, a girl a year younger than us. Top of her class. So she doesn’t need me anymore. I don’t know why I keep coming.

When I enter the classroom, there’s only one free space. Right next to Baz. Shit. Too late to go back now. So I take the seat and try to ignore him.

I take out my notebook and start doodling dragons, as usual. Until I’m startled by something different than Baz’s voice—Baz’s hand.

“Here,” he says, handing me his pencil case. “I thought you could use some colours. For your dragons, you know.”

“Yeah… uhm… thanks,” I say, accepting the colouring pencils.

So now I start colouring the dragon doodles. Until, of course, my attention is caught by Baz, reciting his daily poem.

“I am a fool.

A fool that wants to touch a star.

I am reaching,

But I am falling.

I am reaching so high,

That I can’t stop the freefalling.”

He looks at me while he speaks. He doesn’t read. He always recites from memory. It’s impressive, I guess.

He comes back to his seat.

“That was very good,” I tell him, although I have no idea if it was good or not.

“I didn’t know you listened to us,” he sneers. “Or that you liked poetry at all.”

“I listen every day,” I say. Only to you. I don’t say.

He doesn’t look convinced but decides not to argue.

I spend the rest of the hour colouring the dragons.

The next day, I look for Baz and sit next to him.

“For the colouring pencils,” I tell him. “My dragons look better. Happier.”

He doesn’t say anything, just gives me the pencil case. Our fingertips brush and I’m taken by surprise at the feeling of Baz’s touch.

I look at him. He takes his hand back and looks away.

I colour my dragons, unsettled, waiting for Baz’s turn.

Until it finally comes. I stop colouring to stare at his stormy grey eyes.

He clears his throat, and looks directly at me.

“I’m playing a game,

Where I don’t know the rules.

I feel so cold,

So I reach for your heat.

And I can’t help but thinking,

This will end in flames.”

I love his voice. And the way he looks at me while he recites.

He comes back to his seat and I smile at him. He looks nervous. But he doesn’t say anything.

The following day Baz is not in the classroom. I sit alone in a corner, expecting for him to arrive at any moment. But he doesn’t.

My dragons are all grey today.

The next day I stop Baz in the corridor.

“Why didn’t you come yesterday?” I ask him.

“I’m not in the club anymore,” he replies.

“What? Why? You’re brilliant.”

“It’s none of your business, Snow.”

He makes to go but I grab his arm before he can.

“What are you fucking doing? Let me go.” His eyes are fire.

I don’t know what to do to make him stay. So I kiss him.

He grabs my face and kisses me back. I pull him closer to me.

This is better than the poems.

“Snow,” he says after a while, breaking the kiss. “What are you doing? Are you mocking me?”

“What? No,” I say. “Why do you think so?”

“Because my poems are all about you?”

“Are they?” I had no clue. I’ve never understood their meaning. I just liked the way Baz’s mouth was filled with the words and released them, one by one.

“Of course, you idiot.”

I take his face in my hands and kiss him again until I’m breathless. This is so much better than the poems.

The following day I go to the club with Baz. I can’t stop grinning. And he’s struggling to hide the big smile on his face, too.

Baz takes his usual seat, but I go to the front of the classroom.

“This is for Baz,” I say.

“Roses are red

Violets are violet. And white. And blue

Even though you’re a moron sometimes

I think I’m in love with you”

Baz bursts out laughing. It’s the first time I hear him laughing. The sound is even more beautiful than his voice. I laugh, too. And so do the rest of the class.

I take my seat beside him. And kiss him. In front of everyone. They don’t look too surprised.

“Sorry the poem was crap,” I tell him.

“Don’t worry,” he says, grabbing my hand. “This is better,” he says, before kissing me softly. “It’s worth ten thousand poems.”


-FIN-


Ari: I hope you like this :3 I had way too much fun writing it! (Sorry about the poems, I really suck at poetry.)

Tagging also @snowflakes-birthday-blog :)

never have I ever kissed someone on new year’s eve

(a dan howell new year’s eve fic, sequel/part two to all I want for christmas is for 2016 to end)

word count: 5,1k
warnings: alcohol, some smut
a/n: 1. sorry for the constant romanticising of alcohol, I don’t mean it, I just use it as a plot device, 2. I will spend my NYE with my mum and my cat, so nowhere as glamourous as this, 3. happy new year!! 🎉



There’s always a special feeling on the tube on New Year’s Eve. For one night of the year, everyone is looking forward to the same thing: to wave goodbye to the mistakes and downfalls of the gone year, and a chance to start anew. I hadn’t felt that special vibe for a long time; I usually stayed far away from the tube, and any kind of celebration that didn’t include a marathon of the Harry Potter movies in the comfort of my own home. But this New Year’s Eve was going to be different.

It was still early, just past six o'clock, yet the excitement for the evening was already palpable on the Central line, going into the city. I sat at the far end of a carriage, squeezed between an older man carrying roses and nervously patting the pocket of his jacket, and a girl in glittery heels and a headband with golden bouncing balls in her lap. When she caught me looking, she smiled, reached into the plastic bag by her feet, and offered me an identical headband.

“I have a few extra,” she explained, like this was the most normal thing in the world, giving random strangers accessories on the tube on New Year’s Eve, “and they match your dress.”

I smiled back at her. “Thanks,” I said, and politely stuck it onto my head. When the train jerked, I felt the balls bounce.

At the stop nearest to the address Dan had sent me, I wished the girl a wonderful night and new year, and made my way off the train just as the doors were closing. When I turned around to wave, I caught sight of myself mirrored in the window: the headband did match my dress, glittering gold as the train started moving.

Dan had insisted that it was a fancy dress party even though there would only be six people attending—he and I included—and that he wouldn’t let me through the door if I wasn’t wearing something glitzy. No ugly NYE jumpers, if there even is such a thing, he’d messaged along with the address. So I’d made an effort and dressed up: the dress was new, a tight number covered in gold sequins that hugged my body, and I was wearing shoes that were more pretty than practical for once. The headband was the cherry on the cake.

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SHE’S MINE! (Denis Stoff Imagine)
{Requested by anon :3}

“Aaaaand CUT!!” I heard the director yell.
“Thank God.” I muttered, putting my costume back on as I got off the bed on the set.
You know even though I’ve been professionally acting for many years, I must admit that being an actress in a series like Game Of Thrones, well, let’s just say I’m not quite used to it yet. And by that I mean the sex scenes.
But of course I’m very good at hiding my awkwardness.
“Alright everyone! We’re done for today! Hope you all have a great weekend!”
Our director Miguel Sapochnik announced.
“(Y/N) you were fantastic as always my dear.” My best friend Emilia Clarke, who plays the beautiful Daenerys Targaryen in the show complimented as I was changing back into my regular clothes. These costumes could be a bit unbearable to have on.
“Awww thank you babes! You’re always far more amazing than me though.”
“Oh nonsense love.”
I giggled and smiled at her, she is honestly the most adorable woman you will ever meet, trust me. Emilia is like my woman crush. Although I do see her as my older sister more than anything really.

“Any plans for this weekend (Y/N)?” She asked.
“Well…” I bit my bottom lip, smirking like an idiot.
“Oh no what are you going to do missy?”
She questioned with a raised brow and a smile that made her cheekbones define.
“Well…do you remember that guy I was telling you about not that long ago?”
“You mean the one in that one rock band?”
I nodded with a huge grin, wow she didn’t even mention his name and I’m blushing like I’ve never blushed before.
“Yeah him, well we’ve been really hitting it off from going out on dates together and all that, and well, he’s been away on the Vans Warped Tour for a while sooo, I decided it would be awesome to surprise him by visiting him.” I cheerfully said, my hands clapping together joyfully.
“Well I think that’s an excellent idea lovely, I think it would make him really happy to see you.” She agreed.
“Aw man Em I am so excited but at the same time I’m nervous as hell!” I admitted.
“And why on Earth would you be nervous (Y/N)?”
“He always makes me nervous!” It’s true, whenever I’m around Denis I have the hugest butterflies form in my stomach, so huge that I feel like barfing right then and there. I’m super shocked that hasn’t happend though thank you God!

“Listen to me sweetheart, you should he happy that he makes you nervous, because of a man doesn’t make you feel that way, then he is not the one of you.” Emilia tells me.
I smiled and pulled her into a tight embrace, she always knows what to say, that’s why I look up to her so much.
“Thanks Em.” I softly muttered.
“No problem, now go get some rest because you have a long road ahead of you to see your lover boy.”
I laughed a little and nodded, “You’re right, see you next week.”
As I was grabbing my things I said goodbye to some of my other co stars, Kit Harington, Peter Dinklage, Sophie Turner, Rose Leslie, Jack Gleeson and everyone else I passed by as I was exiting the set.
I gasped a little to see that it was already getting dark.
Well, even though the sky is glooming I still have to put on my sunglasses because..
FLASH!! FLASH!! FLASH!!
“(Y/N)!! How are you?! What are your plans for this weekend?! Is it true that you’re dating a rock star?! (Y/N)!! (Y/N)!! (Y/N)!!” The paps kept yelling.
“Alright alright guys please that’s enough, I just wanna get to my car.” I politely tell them while they kept following me.

Thankfully they respected what I told them and got out of the way when I reached the parking lot.
I waved goodbye to them as I drove off in my car, hopefully they don’t follow me in their cars.
I stopped at the first red light and I couldn’t help but smile, just thinking about Denis makes me feel some type of way, it’s indescribable, God I just can’t wait to actually see him again. It feels like it’s been forever. Sure we talk on the phone and face time but of course it doesn’t feel the same as in person. I prefer physical over digital.
Anyways, I miss the way he holds me so securely in his arms, his kisses, his laugh, his smile, his sexy head of hair. No seriously his hair is fucking hot.

I wonder how he’s going to react, I especially wanna see the dorky look on his face.
BEEP!! BEEP!! I heard the vehicle behind me, oh shit I forgot that I was even driving, you see what this boy does to me?
“My bad!!” I yelled at the car behind me and drove off.
It was a good thing I didn’t live far away from the studio, I made it to my house in a very short amount of time.
When I stepped in I immediately ran upstairs and started packing everything that I needed.
Like Emilia said, I have a long road ahead of me.
“Okay, clothes, check, shoes, check, jewelry check….” I just realised something, I packed WAY too much for just two days.
Ugh I exaggerate sometimes I swear.

I took out some of the stuff and left the very few things I absolutely needed.
Alright, perfect, I’m all set.
I take my phone out of my pocket and tap on the gallery.
I smile like a dork once again as I keep swiping through all the pice of me and Denis.
Man this guys is so cute! How did he even become interested in a girl like me? I will never understand that for real.
“Awww.” I cooed when I happend to stop at pic of the two of us in Disneyland.
I remember that day, it was the day after my birthday and he surprised me by taking me there.
That was the best day we ever had together, we laughed so much and we swore that we were one of the kids.
That’s what I love the most about Denis, he’s not afraid of being a goofball with me. I could completely crazy and he wouldn’t look at me like if I belong in a stray jacket.

“See you soon babe.” I softly mumbled.
For the rest of the day, the time surprisingly went by quickly. Before I knew it, it was already close to midnight.
As I snuggling up in my bed the last words I whispered was..
“Warped Tour here I come.”
The next day was here in the blink of an eye, I was on the road while blasting up The Black by Asking Alexandria.
I’m still pretty bummed that Danny is no longer with them, I love that guy, but Denis is most definately a great addition to the band.
And his screaming is everything, yeah I know what you’re thinking, I ramble too fucking much about him, but can you blame me? He’s an amazing person.
Good lord this road seems endless, I’m just thankfull that they’re not out of the state, atleast not yet.

Hours upon hours passed by, this little road trip seemed endless. It feels like an eternity, but finally I started seeing all the little tents up ahead.
Yes! I’m here.
It only took a few minutes to find a parking spot, I can hear the music from all these different bands blasting through the entire area as I stepped out.
Wow there sure are a lot of people here, all dressed up in band merch and wearing little backpacks, it’s pretty awesome.
“Omg!! (Y/N) (L/N)!!” Shouted two girls who were walking in.
I glanced over at them and smiled, I’m guessing they watch the show, but…they look a bit young to be watching it. Or maybe they just recogize me in general, okay I’m gonna shut up now and wave.
“Hello.” I happily greeted them.
They took that as an opportunity to come running towards me and hug me.
I hugged them as well, I’m always happy to meet fans.
“How are you beautiful ladies?” I say.
“Good…” One of them nervously answered. I giggled and rubbed her shoulder.
“Don’t be shy hon.”
“C-Can we please get a picture with you if that’s okay?” Asked the other.

I nodded and without a second thought their mother or whoever she is from them grabbed a polaroid camera out of her purse and the adorable girls stood on either side of me, hugging me again.
“Okay you guys say cheese!”
“Cheeeese!!” We all said and the flash went off.
“Thank you (Y/N).”
“Aww you’re welcome girls, have an awesome day okay?”
“We love you!!” They cheered in unison.
“Love you too!” I yelled back, making them chuckle.
It was like that meanwhile I walked to find Asking Alexandria’s stage, many girls and boys came running up to me for photos, pics, videos saying shout outs to their family members and friends, it’s honestly my favourite part of being an actress.

I put on my sunglasses and walked up to someone, tapping their shoulder.
“Excuse me, do you know exactly where Asking Alexandria is performing?”
“Oh yeah, right over there, all the way to your left you should find their set.” The man instructed.
“Okay thank you so much.”
He was right, I arrived exactly where he directed me to.
My heart began to race so hard against my ribs when I caught sight of Denis singing and screaming his heart out on stage.
Many young girls were screaming for him, jumping up and down to the amazing lyrics.
“Everybody jump!!” Denis shouted, and everyone did just that. He really knows how to pump up a crowd doesn’t he?
I had to push through the crowd a little to get a little closer to the stage, some people got a little ticked off with me but they calmed down once I apologized.

“Alright everybody!! We have one more song to play for you!! It’s called I Won’t Give In!!!” He announced, and the crowd went crazy.
I cheered and clapped my hands, looks I seemed to grab his attention because he looked at me, but he had to do a double take. Must’ve been my bright shorts or something.
I smiled lovingly and waved at him, then blew him a kiss.
Denis was truly stunned by my presence so it seemed, and there’s that dorky smile I love so much, he even forgot to sing all
of sudden until Ben came and slapped him upside the head.
I busted a guy seeing that, but then I turned extremely nervous when all eyes were on me.
A lot of scowls were evident, smiles were as well don’t get me wrong, but there were mostly deadly stares.

“Um! s-sorry everyone my bad! Allow us to start all over!” He said, drawing everyone’s attention away from me.
He must’ve felt the tension just as much as I did.
Despite the awkwardness people still cheered and this time Denis didn’t forget to sing.
During the song he kept glancing at me over and over again, I felt myself blush hard because the more he looked at me the bigger he smiled.
Awww he’s so fucking adorable.
By the end of the song the guys behind the stage, security approached me and told me that Denis wanted to see me back there so I followed.
I saw the back of his tall figure drinking a can of monster.
I grinned brightly, admiring his physical apparence standing right before me.
“Hey love!” I called out.
As soon as he turned around, he dropped the can and ran up to me, immediately picking me up and swining me around in his arms.
“(Y/N)!! I can’t believe you’re here!” He cheerfully yelled.
I laughed a bit as he placed me back down on the ground.
“Yeah me either, I’m so happy to see you again hon! Oh and I’m so sorry I made you mess up back there. Your fans were pretty pissed at me.” I tell him.

“Hey don’t even apologize, you have nothing to blame yourself for, and you know how fans are.” He assured, shrugging.
I nodded agreeing, then things became kind of quiet between us, that’s only because Denis was making me nervous with the way he was staring at me.
His beautiful eyes scanned my body up and down in the most seductive way ever.
“Heeey…why are you staring at me li AHH!” I squealed when he grabbed my arm and jolted me to him.
Our chests were touching each other,
completely closing the distance between us.
“You have no idea how happy I am to see you (Y/N).” He spoke quietly.
I felt his arm snake around my waist and held me tightly against him.
I can feel my tits squishing against his chest, feels good actually, kind of turns me on a little.
“Well I’ve been having this idea of surprising you while you were out here since you left so…yeah, surprise!” I say while tracing random shapes on his chest.
“Well I love the way your mind works love!”
He chuckled and continued to stare into my eyes, oh God here come the huge butterflies I mentioned earlier.
Not to mention the nausia, I think I’m gonna barf for real this time. Please (Y/N) don’t do it…

“Hmm…” I slightly gasped, I didn’t even realise that his lips were now pressing against mine.
Man how I missed those lucious lips of his, I wasted no time in kissing him in return, I kissed him like I never kissed him before.
After all I only have two days to spend with him, after that I have to go back home and finish filming the season.
“Sorry I caught you off guard didn’t I?”
“It’s okay, I really love it when you do that anyway.”
He was about to say something but unfortunately he was cut off…
“Denis! We have to go do the meet and greet!” James called out to him from behind.
“Okay mate I’m comming!” He notified allowing James to just give him a nodd and walk away.
I pouted like a little kid and it didn’t even take a second for him to notice.
“Awww you are so cute. Listen why don’t you go hang out in the bus for a bit? I’ll be there a little later, I promise I wont take long.” Denis reassured me. Hope and guilt making their presence in his dark eyes.
I don’t want him to feel bad so…
“It’s more than alright Denis, take your time, go meet your fans. They’re waiting for you.”
“You’re the best you know that?” He gave me one last passionate peck upon my glossed lips and went on his way with the guys.

Denis asked the security to escort me to their bus and he did just that.
The guard was a really nice guy, I instantely got into a deep conversation with him, he even told me that him and his wife watch Game of Thrones all the time and that she’s a huge fan of mine.
I thought that was just the sweetest so I went ahead and signed some stuff for the both of them and even took pictures.
“Thank you very much Ms.(L/N), this would mean a lot to my wife.”
“Of course it’s my pleasure, no problem at all.” I gave him a hug and stepped inside the bus.
Wow this is beautiful inside, oh fuck yes! There’s a/c in here!
As I walked over to turn it on I bumped into someone.
“Oops! I’m so sorry!” I said.
“That’s alright. Well hello there.”
I looked up into a pair of hypnotizing blue eyes, “Oh my gosh hey Ben!” I greeted.

“Hi um…”
“(Y/N).” I introduced, I extended my hand and he shaked it.
“(Y/N)…” He wondered, as if my name sounded familiar to him.
“Oh!! Aren’t you that woman from Game of Thrones?!” Ben asked with excitement.
“The very same.”
“Wow I love you on that show! You look even sexier in person.”
“Hehe thank you very much I appreciate that.”
I couldn’t help but notice that he was still holding my hand, he wasn’t even shaking it anymore.
And he also seemed to be looking at me the same way Denis does. Uh oh…
Slowly and gently I released myself from his grip.
Ben was too busy gawking at me to even notice.
“Uh…” He began, looking at his surroundings before locking eyes with me again.
“I just noticed that you’re on my bus.” He pointed out with a sexual smirk.
“Oh! Yeah, I’m just gonna hang out here meanwhile you guys get back from doing your meet and greet with the fans.”

“Hey, hang out all you want beautiful, as a matter of fact, you can go hang out in my bunk back there if you like.” He winked.
Is he?…did he just?…Jesus….
I couldn’t even reply to that, all I did was giggle nervously.
“See you later.” Ben seductively whispered before stepping out of the bus.
What the hell just happend?…
He must think I came in here to fuck with him or something. Did Denis not tell him that we’re dating? Did he tell his band mates about me at all?…
Well this kind of put me down, I guess I don’t mean as much to him as he means to me…
I mean I know him and I aren’t officially boyfriend and girlfriend but…we’re getting there.
Okay (Y/N) stop thinking negetive thoughts. Just remember that you’re only here for a VERY short amount of time and you don’t want to fuck it up.

I still feel kind of weird with what Ben said though. Oh well I’ll just shake it off.
I went ahead and chilled on the couch, I turned on the t.v which I’m surprised isn’t broken.
Good thing there were some pretty good shows playing right now.
The meet and greet seemed to be taking a while to pass, feels like it’s been hours, I’m not surprised though, AA is a very badass band, they must have millions if not billions of guys and girls loving them.
I let out a long yawn, my eyelids feel heavy, I’m sleepy as hell, that road trip over here really tired me out.
And I just remembered that I was up since like six in the morning.
Before I even knew it…I was in dreamland….

“Shhh shut up!! Can’t you fuckers see she’s sleeping?!” I heard Denis whisper yell.
I was confused until I slowly opened my eyes and found myself with a blanket on me. When I looked up I also found myself wrapped up in Denis’ arms.
My back was laying against his chest, crap, I guess I must’ve knocked out while waiting for him to come back.
“Hmm…” I hummed, squirming around a little.
Denis looked down at me and smiled warmly, “Hey there sleepy head, did this dumbasses wake you up? Cause I’ll kick their asses right now.”
“Oh shut the fuck up mate!!” Cameron teased while drinking a bottle of beer.
I tried to sit up but Denis gripped me tighter.
“Where do you think you’re going baby?”
He cooed while placing soft pecks on my forehead.
I giggled and rubbed the sleep off my eyes.
“How long was I out?” I finally spoke.
“Quite a long time, but that’s okay, we’re all getting ready to go to bed in a bit.”
A huge wave of dissapointment washed through me to hear him say that.
“What?! So I spent the entire day sleeping?”

“Hey now don’t worry, we still have all of
tomorrow to spend together. Wait you are going to be here tomorrow too right?”
Oh yeah that’s right, I almost forgot that they are playing here again tomorrow. Duh (Y/N) that’s why you packed for two days in the first place.
I placed my hand on face caressing his skin.
“Of course I’ll be here. Oh! but I gotta go get my stuff from the car.” I stood up and went outside.
“(Y/N)! Wait! Let me go with you!” Denis yelled from inside the bus.
I waited for him and he walked over to the other side of the parking lot with me.
It looks so empty here without all the tents and the people and everything else, it’s creepy actually.
I reached my car and grabbed my little suit case from out of the trunk.
“AH!!” I screamed, feelings Deni’s arms snake around me.
I laughed after but then I shut the hell up when I turned around to see that it was actually Ben…huh?! That was really unexpected.
I looked around and Denis was nowhere to be found for some reason, where the fuck did he go?
I look a little further to see that he happend to be talking to another band singer.
Well atleast he didn’t leave me.

“Hello again.” He said, releasing me.
“Hey there Ben.” I chuckled.
“Are you going home already? I was kind of hoping we could hang out in my bus a little more. And no I don’t mean have sex, unless you want to.” He tells me.
Small laughter escaped my lips, I shook my head at him and said..
“Actually Ben I’m sorry but I’m kind of taken…”
“Well how wouldn’t you be? look how at hot you are. You might be the most beautiful female I’ve ever met.”
I grinned, I couldn’t help it, he has a way of making even the simplest of compliments sound so smooth.
It’s no wonder the ladies love him.
“Why thank you but-”
“Hey Ben are you flirting with my girl?!”
We both turned around to see Denis with his arms crossed above his chest.
He was giving Ben a very ugly look.
“Wait what? You two are together?” He questioned, his finger swaying back and fourth between us.
“Yes, she’s my girlfriend.”
Hold on one damn minute! Did I really just hear him drop the G bomb right now?!
“She is?!”
“I am?” I quizzed.

He laughed and walked over to me, putting his arm around me as he pulled me close to them.
“Yes you are, if you want to be.”
My bottom lip was taken in between my teeth.
I think either two things will happen right now, I faint or I puke.
I really hate that this horrible but beautiful feeling has to come to me every damn time! Why can’t I just feel happiness and that’s it?! But then again, I remember Emilia’s words from yesterday.
Fucking khaleesi!
“(Y/N)?…” Denis called out making me snap out of my thoughts..
“Huh? OH!! Yes! Yes of course I would love to be your girlfriend Denis. More than anything in the world…. I really like you…” I confessed.
And just like the first time I saw him, he picked me up in his arms, kissed me like crazy, and swung me around.
“She’s mine!!” He happily screamed and I cracked up.
After he placed me down I looked over at Ben who had nothing but a bored as fuck look on his face.
“Whatever, I’m too drunk for this.” He mumbled while he took steps away from us.
“He’s drunk?” I questioned.
“Yeah, he’s like that so much that you can’t even tell anymore.”
“I’m very happy that we’re official…” I blurted, my tiny figure looking up at his tall one.
He beamed down at me and grabbed a hold of my hand, it fit perfectly in his. Like it was really mean to be.

“Come on gorgeous, let’s go back to the bus, I cuddled you when you fell asleep so now you cuddle me.”
“Deal.” I proudly say.
When we reached the tour bus again and stepped inside, the guys were already asleep, Ben looked like he was sick passed out on the couch, and James seemed to be the only one who was awake.
“Hey you’re back I thought you went home?”
“No, I’m gonna spend tonight and tomorrow with my new boyfriend.” I announced, my cheeks blushing a tomato red.
My words made me earn a kiss from my man, wow, I can’t believe I actually get to say that from now on.
After tomorrow is over I can honestly go back home with a smile.
I’ll miss Denis a lot while he’s away for the rest of Warped Tour but atleast I can look foward to when he comes home again and I can make out with him all I want and what the hell, even make sweet love with him.

“This fucker is your boyfriend? How did you score a gorgeous woman like her? You’re super ugly!”
Denis punched his arm making him laugh,
“You know what? Fuck you! But I agree and disagree with what you just said man, because one part is true, how DID I get a gorgeous woman like her?”
I fucking swear on myself if my cheeks get any redder or hotter they are for sure going to pop! This boy has really gotta stop making me feel so crazy loved all the time.
“Fucking shit, and here I was thinking that I had a chance with her. I mean Jesus are you just radiant.”
“You and Ben really want to die don’t you? She’s mine.”
I snorted and playfully smacked his arm.
“Denis!” I scolded.
“Hey, it’s not Denis, it’s babe to you okay?”
“Okay babe.” I replied.
Now he was the one blushing like an idiot, an adorable idiot though with that cute beam of his.
“God I love the sound of that.” he cheered, holding me close to him.
“Shall we go to my bunk now?”
“Of course.” I say to him, he takes my hand in his one more time and we walk over to his bunk. It was fairly big, just enough for the two of us to fit inside and cuddle like he wants to.

“Hey you guys might want to sleep with headphones on or something cause Ben and I might he jacking off together later on!” James yelled from the couches.
These guys are the definition of idgaf aren’t they?
But you know what? Oddly, that’s what makes me love them so much.
“Come here you.” Said my boyfriend as he went in the bunk and opened his arms wide.
I took his hand and went in, closing the small curtain behind me.
I snuggled up closely to him and burried my face into his chest.
I felt his beautifully shaped lips kiss my hair softly as his large fingers played with strands of it.
I raised my brow as I looked up at him..
“Wait a minute aren’t I supposed to be holding you?”
“Nah, I like it better this way, and this time don’t even think about getting up from me because I’m not letting you go at all.”
This guy is seriously going to make me puke for real one day, and I will not be surprised at all.
That’s how you know you’re truly in love, it’s weird I know, but being extremely nervous with someone to the point where you feel what I feel, it’s a signal that this person is the one for you.
It’s gross, but it’s also the best.
“Goodnight babe.” I whispered.
“Goodnight baby.”
Right when we were about to fall asleep Ben and James decide it was the perfect time to disturb us…
“Hey! Are you guys fucking?!”
“Oh dear God…” Denis groaned and I just busted a gut…
Like a said before…


This is what makes me love them so much!

(Hope you babies enjoyed!! 😘)
-YessyLove✨

When life gives you lemons (Peter Parker x Reader)

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Summary: Just an innocent game of truth of dare

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

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When life gives you lemons

You took the straw of your drink between two of your fingers and start to stir the ice and the mix of it as you watched with a playful grin as your best friend kissed her crush with voracity in front of everyone.

You smirked when she sat between said boy and a very awkward guy. A boy from school who you thought was in your math class, although you couldn’t remember his name. You were not the best with faces or names and that had caused you trouble before.

“Your turn,” you said taking a sip of your glass and enjoying the music despite it was lower than you were used to. You were on a school trip, after all, you couldn’t get caught.

“Peter truth or dare?”

The awkward guy from before chose truth.

“From the people who’s here, who would you like to have a kiss with?”

The response was a little low for your ears but you could swear that you heard your name in it. But that was impossible or that was what you thought before you saw the wink of your friend, Sophie; and a mischievous smile appeared on your face as you made a little nod to her.

It took a while before it was your turn to play but then it came.

“(Y/N)… truth or dare?”

“Dare, give me the best you have Sophie”

“I dare you to do body shots with Peter here,” she said placing her arm on his shoulders as they were all life friends, you chuckled at the gesture and nod before you made a drumroll with your fingers.

“Bring the tequila, guys! Are you ok with this, Peter?”

“S-sure”

“Ok… you can be the first one if you want to”

“Hmmm ladies first”

“As you wished” you said leaving a trail of salt in his collar bones, which you could see through the collar of his neck.

You watched as his friend gave him a slice of lemon and the smirk that he gave him didn’t go unnoticed by you.

“What…?” Peter began.

“Hold the slice with your teeth”

Sophie was really enjoying this you were too, but she totally had less inconvenience showing it.

You poured the tequila in the small glass and sat between your Peter and your best friend trying to take advantage so that Sophie could be nearer to his crush.

Once you were comfortable you put one of your hands on his thigh and went to lick the salt from his neck before you quickly drank the liquid and got a hold of the slice of lemon. Your eyes stared into his ones, which were open in shock. The sour of the fruit soothing the bitterness of the drink, or it was his lips? You didn’t give it too much importance either way. You were slightly drunk by this time after all.

The whistle in the room was the thing that made you back away feeling how your cheeks were getting red.

He smiled at you when he was preparing the things for his shot and you return it before you placed another slice of lemon between your teeth, holding it by its rind.

Peter let some salt fall in your shoulder but when he let it on the table Sophie took it again and poured more, so you got a path of salt from your shoulder to the beginning of your neck. And that was the direction he took with his tongue and you had to bite the rind and close your eyes to not let a loudly moan escape from your lips.

You opened them in time to watch him slowly getting closer to you and when he was merely a few millimeters away, you let the slice fall before his lips linked with yours.

You felt how he tensed for about a second before he smiled in the kiss and reciprocate it.

One thing was for sure, Peter was shy but he totally knew how to kiss.

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The contrast between these two men, especially with regards to their relationship with Parker, has always been striking to me.

Archie loved Parker, that much is clear. But he also looked at a lost, traumatized child, and saw the chance to build a monument to his own ego, a way for his legend to live on after age took him out of the game. Archie’s mentorship may have been the most kindness a wild, destructive 12-year-old orphan had ever known, and to an extent it may have been Parker’s salvation, but it was also so much less than what she needed and deserved. Archie may have succeeded into turning Parker into his perfect thief, but when he was done she was just as lost as she’d ever been.

When Nate meets Parker, he sees both the brilliant thief and the wounded girl, and maybe at the very beginning  he only cares about the thief, but as the crew becomes a team and they all stop pretending that they’re only there for the job, you can see Parker getting under everyone’s skin. She crashes into their lives and personal spaces, touch-starved and clueless about boundaries, and nobody, not even emotionally constipated Nate, can resist her for long. Due to said emotional constipation, we don’t really get to see how deeply he has come to care for her until The Inside Job, when Parker is in very real and urgent danger and Nate and the team are caught unprepared.

I loved every emotional beat of that episode: how Hardison is the one Parker calls when she realizes how badly trapped she is, how Eliot tries and completely fails to disguise  his worry with exasperation, and how Sophie is the first person to speak out in support of Parker’s desire to do the right thing despite the risk. But some of the richest interactions for me are between Archie and Nate, with their layers of rivalry and resentment.  Archie Leach declares himself Parker’s father, calls her his legacy, and Nate, still smarting from the sight of the dark, mostly empty warehouse that Parker lives in and the thought that she took on a job without telling them, lashes out at him. “Parker was broken,” Nate all but flings the words at Archie, with the unspoken accusation that he had taken advantage of a vulnerable girl for his own ego hanging heavy in the air. In return, Archie bitterly blames Nate for ruining Parker, his masterpiece, who had just declared her allegiance to a new code, one that puts the common good above self-preservation and went against everything Archie taught her. Both of them care deeply for Parker, both of them are willing to die for her, but only Nate Ford respects her enough to let her determine the kind of person she wants to be.

(SIDE NOTE: It’s interesting how Archie’s encounter with this group of people who call themselves Parker’s team and act like her family, when he thought that she couldn’t fit in anywhere, makes him question the boundaries he put in their relationship. I’ll never get over the look of shock on Parker’s face when Archie acknowledges her as his daughter in front of his real family in The Last Dam Job.)

In the final episode, we find out that at some point Nate had chosen Parker to take his place, and a rewatch of the series shows beautifully subtle clues that lead to this revelation. There is an essential difference, however, between Archie’s mentorship and Nate’s. Parker as Nate’s successor is not Nate 2.0, nor is she expected to be. She hasn’t been honed in Nate’s image, she was chosen specifically because she was distinctly, wonderfully herself. Her unique perspective, different as it was from Nate’s, was something to be celebrated, not changed. Parker isn’t Nate’s legacy, she’s his heir. A legacy speaks to the worth of the one who leaves it, an heir speaks to the worth of the heir herself. Nate may never have called Parker his daughter, but he left her no doubt that she was part of his family, and the one he trusts to lead it after he’s gone.

Our Love Story – Deputy Jordan Parrish Imagine

Prompt by trumoo-foryou - Can you do just a quick story about how reader and parrish met and fell in love. It doesnt have to be me necesarily but id love it if you could. Thank you :)

Note: Not exactly short.  I couldn’t help myself. I hope you like it anyways.

My Teen Wolf Master List

Originally posted by showandwrite

I walked into the break room with the new officer following right behind me. It was her second day with the force and she was shadowing me for the day to learn the ropes around the office since she can’t go out on the field just yet. I’m a deputy, just like my husband, but since I’m about 6 months pregnant Sheriff Stilinski has me doing paper work until I’m back from maternity leave after the baby is born, which I’m grateful for. I’ve been with the Beacon Hills Police Department for five years and it’s nice to have a boss who’s not only great and understanding, but also caring.

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What is a Family?

Trigger warning: physical & emotional abuse (please do not read if you are triggered by abuse as it gets quite descriptive)

Note: sorry i haven’t published anything in a while…i haven’t been in the right mindset for the past two weeks or so and i hope this little drabbley/one shot explains things. it’s 4:30am and I literally just wrote this straight through. i can’t make any promises, but hopefully i’ll be starting up with my writing again because after writing this, i feel like a huge weight has been lifted :)

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Father’s Thoughts

Fandom: Dragon Age

Pairings: Baby Rutherford/Baby Theirin, Sophie Rutherford/Bryce Theirin, Cullen/Inquisitor, Cullen/Tessa, Alistair/Warden, Alistair/Eryn

Rating: Teen

Summary: Cullen never thought he would see his daughter get married, and Alistair felt blessed to be a part of his son’s wedding.


Cullen grumbled as he tried to button up his formal coat…for the third time.

His damn hands wouldn’t stop shaking enough for him to button up his own clothes. His salvation came in the form of Tessa. Maker, he couldn’t believe the withdrawal was hitting him today of all days. She rested her hands on either side of his head, gently burying her fingers in his hair and his whole body relaxed as her magic swept through him. He always felt warm and happy after she did this. He felt the tremors leave his hands and the headache he felt beginning to form disappeared instantly.

“Better?” she asked, fixing his hair.

Maker’s breath, she was gorgeous, even now.

Her hair had more white in it than she cared to admit and there were crow’s feet at the corners of her eyes. Her short form also gained some more curves over the years, but he didn’t care. She was still radiant when she smiled.

Cullen reached forward and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close for a kiss. “Much.”

He felt her smile against his lips as she pulled away. She checked herself in the mirror, fixing her dress for what seemed like the millionth time. “Tess, you look beautiful,” he chuckled, finally buttoning up his coat.

She made a face at him before picking up his sash from the bed and holding it out to him. “Can you believe that we’re here? Even after all this time?”

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ARYA STARK & COURTESANS

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At the end of Arya’s Winds chapter, she is saying goodbye to Mercy completing her training with mummers. She will likely return to the HoBW and be given a new skill to learn. Perhaps something we thought Arya would never want to explore? Arya is about to become a maiden and GRRM confirmed she will get her moonblood in Winds. Arya will need to learn how to use her femininity but who will teach her? Arya has a soft spot for courtesans. A fascination even. One in particular has even taken an interest in Arya and is the most likely candidate for her next apprenticeship.

The first time Arya is introduced to Courtesans was when the Kindly Man offers Arya the choice to become one and live a different life outside of the HoBW and the Faceless Men.

“You believe this is the only place for you.” It was as if he’d heard her thoughts. “You are wrong in that. You would find softer service in the household of some merchant. Or would you sooner be a courtesan, and have songs sung of your beauty? Speak the word, and we will send you to the Black Pearl or the Daughter of the Dusk. You will sleep on rose petals and wear silken skirts that rustle when you walk, and great lords will beggar themselves for your maiden’s blood. – Arya, AFFC


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Dalek Week #2: Genderbend

“Alek–” Dylan begins.

“It’s Sophie.” She swallows. “My name is Princess Sophie von Hohenberg. Not… it is not Alek.”

Dylan blinks. Sophie looks at her hands. They are clenched and shaking. Her whole body is like a thing possessed, shaking.

“So you’re not–” says Dylan, and there is none of the shock or anger Sophie expects to hear in his voice, nothing but a simple question.

“It’s Sophie,” she says again, helplessly.

Her name is an alien and uncanny thing in her mouth, after so many months of passing as the prince of Austria-Hungary. It feels so small, like a child’s frock. It cannot contain her any longer.

But for once – just for once – she does not want to pass for Aleksandar. Sophie is tired of being the brother who died, tired of replacing him, as if he never existed.

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“Missed You”

Pairing: Luke & Y/N

Words: 2000+

Warning: This is smut, read with caution. 

Masterlist

Just a little cute Soccer!Luke smut that i wrote because i felt like i haven’t written anything in a while lmao, hope you like it xxx

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